#duff mckagan x black reader

[he-goes-down]

MASTERLIST 🫶

REQUESTS: OPEN

Very slow request finishing as school is starting up and tests are hectic

might take ages cus i procrastinate

English aint my first language

I go by what im feeling that day for writing requests sorry.

I ALSO NEVER EDIT FOR SHIT

Fics:

There Was A Time - GNR

Something Stupid - GNR-shortstory

Estranged - GNR - fantasy -an idea

Shit posts:

Guns ‘n Poese - GNR - might be made in like 2 years time

Gnr mermaids - guide on how to do it - on hiatus for about maybe 2 years max

Requests:

Over 40 😥requests in the making (some not shown here cus im lazy)

Chosen by spin the wheel

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Although I mostly do smuts as they’re easier to write

Will:

- male reader cus im one too

- threesomes, foresomes, whole ass country (jokes)

- harder things like bondage ect

Wont:

- dont do ships just cus they aren’t my thing

Axl Rose:

Human Nature

Speedin’ Back To My Baby

Please - in drafts

Big Man With A Gun - in drafts

Wichita Lineman - in drafts

Thriller - in drafts

My Kinda Lover - in drafts

Burning Heart - in drafts

Slash:

Love Lies

Cant Fight This Feeling - in drafts

Underwear -in drafts

Give me Love - in drafts

Gimmie More - in drafts

Highway Tune - in drafts

Duff Mckagan:

Turbo Lover

Break On Through

Tenderness

Need you tonight - in drafts

Within you - in drafts

Sunspots - in drafts

Black Velvet - in drafts

Water - in drafts

Slither - in drafts

S&M - in drafts

Cum On Feel The Noize - in drafts

Crazy in Love - in drafts

For Crying Out Loud - in drafts

Izzy Stradlin:

Photograph

Too funky

Run to you - in drafts

Come On Now Inside - in drafts

Big Love - in drafts

Hot For Teacher - in drafts

Girls on film - in drafts

Hard to get away I’m sorry/ get away - makes me wanna die inside from sadness so might take time

Steven Adler:

End Of The Night

Addicted To Love

Obsession

Excitable - in drafts

Out Of Touch - in drafts

Bad Medicine - in drafts

(I Just) Died In Your Arms- in drafts

Multiple:

DuffxrxIzzy:

Wild Child

Pretty Tied Up (wild child pt2) -in drafts

My Best Friend’s Girl - (Turbo Lover pt2) in drafts

DuffxrxSlash:

Our Last Summer

IzzyxrxSteven:

Sweet Surrender - in drafts

Allxr:

In The Still Of The Night - stumped

Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) - in drafts

Fantasy:

V! - vampire W! - werewolf

Blood That Moves The Body -V!IzzyxrxW!Slash

Lullaby - V!Izzy

The Walk - V!Axl

-in drafts

Lovesong -V!Steven

-in drafts

Crossover:

IzzyxrxJulianCasablancas:

Reptile

IzzyxrxDaveMustaine:

Rock You Like A Hurricane - in drafts

Others:

Warren DeMartini - Dancing On Glass

Julian Casablancas - Relax - tryna get thru the gnr ones

Jon Bon Jovi x r x Tom Keifer - Shake Me - in drafts

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

“Dress like this more often”

Duff Mckagan x reader

Fluff

Year:1985

You were shy quiet and very nerdy at least that’s what most people thought. But Duff knew the real you and he loved you. You met Duff in 7th grade and soon became best friends. Duff showed you how to have fun and not be so stressed. You and Duff started dating senior year when you were both 18. You were on track to graduate with honors and go to a good college. But one day Duff told you he’s leaving and going to LA to follow his dream of being a rockstar. You don’t know why or how but you decided to come with him you were in love and nothing mattered but him. You both dropped out of school and ran away together. Everyone who knew you was shocked but you didn’t care what they thought. You and Duff had lived in LA for 3 years now. Duff hadn’t had his big break yet but you were able to find a job to support you guys for the time being. You felt insecure though you saw these LA girls they were flashy and punk and beautiful you weren’t quite that confident to dress like that. But now Duff was in a new band they called themselves “Guns N’Roses” Duff told you this was the band that would get big and you believed him. You had met all the guys and seen them rehearse they were really something else you knew they would go far and tonight would be their first gig together. “I gotta head to sound check babe” Duff said kissing you on the top of your head and running out the door. “Ok see you at 8” you yelled as he was leaving. It was 6 right now that gave you 2 hours to get ready. Tonight you wouldn’t be so nervous about what people thought tonight you planned to go all out full glam if you were gonna be Duffs rockstar girlfriend you wanted to look the part. You went to the bathroom you put on a new outfit you had bought it was a short black skirt a tight leather black tank top and a black leather jacket to wear on top of it. You usually wore minimal makeup but today you but on eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. You decided to just curl your hair for tonight. When you looked in the mirror you hardly recognized yourself. You looked like the girls you saw at the bars around LA you looked hot you felt hot you couldn’t wait to show Duff and have him show you off to the guys.

~ time skip~

You knocked on the door at the back entrance of the bar there was a sign that read BAND IN SESSION DO NOT ENTER you ignored the sign though that’s what Duff told you to do anyway. Slash answered the door. “Hey your not su-damn” “y/n you look different like damn” Slash said looking you up and down. “Thank you Slash” you said smirking. You saw Duff come up and stand behind him Duff cleared his throat as a sign to tell Slash to go away and stop checking you out. “Oh right yeah uh Duff your girlfriends here” Slash said and then walking away to leave you two alone. Duffs eyes got wide when he saw you. “Y/n- I’ve never seen you dress like this” Duff said checking you out and smirking every so often. “You like it?” You asked looking up at him. “Like it sweetheart I love it.” Duff said. You blushed. “You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me though you know” Duff said. You pulled out a cigarette. Axl now walked past you two. “Y/n you smoke?” He asked. “Yeah maybe I do” you said inhaling the smoke but doing it wrong because you really needed to cough and it felt disgusting. Axl just smiled and kept walking. “Since when?” Duff said trying to reach the cigarette out of your hand but you pulled it away. “Since now babe” you said to him. “Ok sure” he said a little annoyed. It was now almost time for the boys to go on stage. You were sitting on Duffs lap. “Alright babe I gotta go out there” Duff said. “Knock em dead baby” you said “kiss for good luck?” Duff asked. You kissed him and the pulled away but Duff whispered. “You should dress like this more often doll” you smirked. He grabbed the box of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket. “No more of these though” he said. “Good I don’t like them anyway” you said laughing. Duff smiled and went to get on stage. Your mission tonight had been a success

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Before He Cheats | Chapter 3 • Duff Mckagan x Reader

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Word count: 2,805

A/N: I'm sorry that the third chapter took so long to make. I will taking a break from this story so I can work on my requests and work on another x reader multiple chapter story that I have been wanting to work on for a while.

Skylar's P.O.V

Man, they were so annoying. They were ruining my date with Duff. I was walking back to the Guitar shop with my fists clenched and an angry look on my face. I heard footsteps from far away, they were getting louder.

Duff was walking on the left side of me. He was breathing pretty heavily from all that running he did. "Skylar, why were you acting so rude?" Duff asked me.

"Because they were wasting our time." I replied. I scoffed. We both stopped walking because there was a car coming by.

"They weren't wasting my time." Duff said. Of course he would say that. We continued walking. I'm gonna have to tell him the truth. I can't hide this from him any longer. My fists were unclenched and I was rubbing my shoulder with my right hand.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. I'm tired of people interrupting us everytime we hang out together." I started to blush from embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Duff asked me. He didn't sound very happy. "Because I thought you would be mad." I said nervously. I looked at Duff and he was pretty angry. His fists were also clenched. "I'm mad that you didn't straight up tell me." Duff said angrily. I'm not used to him being angry, he's always happy and nice. I stopped looking at Duff and I looked straight ahead.

It was slient for a little bit. The wind was blowing in the background, the trees were rustling, and I could hear cars passing by.

"After I get my bass guitar, I'm going home." Duff was walking faster than me. He was pretty far from me.

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? I could have kept my mouth shut. Now Duff is mad at me. I'm so stupid. Why can't I just tell him how I feel? But that Claire girl, something was off about her. She seems pretty suspicious.

The next day, Slash's P.O.V.

1:00 PM, it was pretty hot outside. I'm kinda glad that it's hot in this house because my pet snakes are not in their tanks, wandering around the house and hot temperatures/weather are good for snakes. I was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. I was eating cereal while I was lying in my bed. I didn't have work today again. I could just relax until (Y/N) opened the door, calling my name. "Slash!" (Y/N) raised her voice at me. She was wearing a white plated ruffled short dress with brown boots. She looked pretty cute. "What is it, honey?" I yawned. "You said that you were going to hang out with me today." (Y/N) said.

"Oh yeah right." I forgot that I said that yesterday. That was the last thing on my mind. It didn't matter if I forgot or not, I didn't want to hangout with her at all. "Do you want to go bike riding with me?" I set my bowl on the nightstand. (Y/N) was smiling at you. "Yes, I do." She said, she had her hand on her hip. I got off from my bed and stretched a little. I haven't rode my bike in a little while so this is

"Alright, help me get the bikes from the garage." I told her. "Okay." She was walking to the garage, I was walking behind her.

Claire's P.O.V

I was at the beach bike shop, waiting for Slash. It's so fucking hot outside, the sun was beaming in my face. It didn't help that I was wearing a jean jacket.

I'm going bike riding with Slash but it's with (Y/N). Last time I hung out with her, she was so painfully nice and wouldn't stop talking to me. Maybe this time it won't be so bad. I already have my bike with me.

Slash's car was parked pretty far away from where I was standing. Slash was wearing a black tank top and some navy blue shorts. His hair was in a ponytail and he had sunglasses on. He looked so hot in his outfit and (Y/N) was using a stupid dress and some boots.

"Slash and (Y/N) were taking their bikes out of the trunk of their car. They set their bikes next to the car.

"I forgot my helmet again." Slash said.

"You always forget your helmet." (Y/N) said. They both turned around and saw me.

"I thought it was going to be only me and you." (Y/N) was confused.

"Well, Claire wants to join us." Slash pointed at me. I walked up to Slash, I was standing next to him. I was twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I just wanted to hang out with you guys." I lied. I only wanted to hang out with Slash, not with his annoying girlfriend. (Y/N) was scratching her head. "Uhh…" Before (Y/N) could say anything, some guy passed by us with his bike really fast.He rode his bike back to us, he hit the brake on his bike. "Hey guys! I didn't know you were coming here." A guy with short black hair said to us. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt with navy blue jeans and black pumas. Who was he?

"Hi Izzy." (Y/N) smiled. Oh, his name is Izzy.

"Oh you're that Claire girl that Steven was talking about yesterday." He said. I was a bit confused. Who is Steven? Slash probably knows. Izzy got off his bike and put his right hand in front of me. "Hi I'm Izzy." Izzy said. He wanted me to shake his hand, this was awkward. "H-Hey Izzy." I shook his hand. He seems nice. He let go of my hand. "Can I hang out with you guys? I got nothing–"

"No." Slash said. He was angry at Izzy. "Please." (Y/N) whined. She kept on pulling Slash's arm like a spoiled child. Please say no. "Alright, honey." Slash sighed. She stopped pulling on Slash's arm. Slash, you fucking idiot. I facepalmed. All I wanted to do was hang out with Slash, just the two of us.

Izzy immediately took off with the bike. He was pedaling really fast. "Izzy! Wait!" (Y/N) immediately went on her bike and pedaled really fast. She was catching up to Izzy. Slash got on his bike. "She's really annoying." I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

"I know." Slash agreed.

Izzy's P.O.V

Still pedaling my bike, Ibwas like two blocks away. My hair and clothes were blowing in the wind. The wind felt pretty good on my body on this sunny day. I stopped pedaling my bike because I was getting pretty tired. I turned my head around to see that (Y/N) was catching up to me. She was pedaling pretty fast. Slash was right behind her. "IZZY!" (Y/N) shouted my name from afar. She immediately stopped her bike. She got off of her bike and was breathing pretty heavily. She was right next to me. "Don't ever go that fast again. I could barely keep up." (Y/N) whined. I laughed a little at her.

Slash stopped his bike and he was next to (Y/N). "That was pretty fun." Slash said. He got off the bike and hold (Y/N)'s hand. "Where's Claire?" I asked. As I asked, I saw Claire pedaling her bike fast into the distance. She looked really angry until she saw a dent in the sidewalk. Claire tried to hit the brakes on the bike to stop in time but it was too late. Claire tripped over a dent on the sidewalk and fell off of her bike. She fell flat on her face. We were all shocked that this happened. "Oww!" Claire yelled in agony. She slowly got up from the ground. She was sitting, with her left leg sticking out and her right leg underneath her left leg. She was holding onto her right left with both hands. Why did she and the others not bring knee pads? "Honey– I mean Claire!" Slash quickly ran up to Claire. Slash sat next to her, trying to help her out. He lifted up her left pants leg slowly. There was a scrape on her knee, it was bleeding pretty badly. All we could do was stare at it. "Claire, are you okay?" Slash asked as he hold her arm. "I'm not okay, idiot! I scraped my knee." Claire yelled. It looked like she was in so much pain. "I got her. Go bring the car here and get the first aid kit from the car." Slash told us. "Okay, we'll see you there." (Y/N) said. We decided to walk instead of using our bikes because we didn't go that far.

Me and (Y/N) were walking to the car like Slash told us to do. It's so hot, I just wanted to eat some ice-cream. "Why did Slash call Claire honey?" I asked (Y/N) "I don't know. It was probably an accident." (Y/N) said. I doubt it was an accident. You don't call a friend of yours honey, especially when you have a girlfriend. "How long has Claire and Slash been friends?" I asked her. I was curious. "They have been friends for a couple of months now. They met at a bar." She explained. They met at a bar? Why would Slash go to a bar? "Duff sent me a picture of him at work." She said, I remember that I fixed Duff's bass guitar yesterday and he was mad when he came back for it. That was weird, he was happy when he asked me to fix his bass guitar. She showed me the picture on her phone. The picture was Duff in his work uniform in the bathroom. "He looks so cute." She added. She put her phone back in her pocket. It's so obvious that Duff likes her more than a friend, why can't she see it? He has had a crush on her since their sophomore year of high-school. "Duff is such a nice person and kind person. He loves helping others, he loves hanging out with us, he never has beef with anyone, I'm surprised that you guys aren't dating. You guys would be a perfect match." I told her. She didn't look happy at all when I said all of that to her. "Perfect match? Me and Duff are just best friends. I'm happy with Slash. He's my everything." She said, she took a sip from her soda. I don't want to see her get angry so I'm just gonna shut up. "Forget I said anything." I said. I should have kept my mouth shut. Now I think that (Y/N) knows that Duff loves her. I shouldn't have outed him out like that.

Moments later…

(Y/N) drove the car back to where Slash and Claire were at. The bikes were in the trunk except for my bike. Slash and Claire were sitting in the car, fixing up her inquiries while me and (Y/N) were at an ice-cream cart, eating ice cream and talking to each other. What a perfect time for an ice-cream cart to come around here. The ice-cream cart was about 80 meters away from the car. It's time for me to go to work unfortunately. "Well, I did have a lot of fun today." I smiled. "Me too." She said, I looked at the car window from afar and I think that Claire kissed Slash on the cheek. Slash kissed her back. Slash is cheating on (Y/N). I was shocked that this is happening but not really. "Izzy?" (Y/N) kept tugging at my shirt. I snapped my head back to (Y/N). "S-Sorry, (Y/N). I got distracted." I said to her, I threw my soda can at the ground because I was done with it. "I gotta go to work. I'll see you guys later." I got on my bike. "Bye Izzy." (Y/N) waved at me. I rode my bike into the distance.

Axl's P.O.V

It's 3:00 PM, my air conditioner was on in my house since it's hot outside. I was in the living room, playing on my piano. The song I was playing was Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata".

There was a knock on my door. Someone had to interrupt me while I was playing on my piano. I got up from my piano and walked to the door. Who was at my door? Skylar was at the door. She looked pretty sad. Skylar was wearing a burgundy tank top with black short jeans and black strap sandals. I wasn't really expecting her to come here. Me and Sky have been friends for a few years. Sky can be annoying, mean, and too honest sometimes I still hang out with her. "Sky, what are you doing here?" I asked her as I went back to my piano and continued playing. Skylar shut the door and walked up to me. Skylar stood next to me. She was kinda distracting me just by standing there. "I just want to talk to you about something." She said, she was scratching her head. "Sure, what is it?" I asked her. "Well, I don't tell anyone this but I'm in love with Duff." She told me. My face went from smiling a little to neutral. What she told me wasn't really surprising. I already know that Skylar is in love with Duff. "I know you like Duff, I can tell." I said. She punched me in my shoulder really hard. It hurted so bad, it made me stop playing the piano. "Asshole." She said in an angry tone. Her fists were clenched. "Ow!" I yelled as I rubbed my shoulder.

"It's so obvious you like him. You ask him to sit with you in the Tunnel of Love thing. I can't believe he's that oblivious." I yelled. "But I think he likes (Y/N). He always stares at her, compliments her, hangs out with her more than me and now he hates me because I lashed at him earlier." Skylar said. "He can't be with (Y/N), she's with Slash." I told her.

"No shit, Axl. I know that." Skylar yelled at me.

"Well, try harder than. I don't know what you want me to do!" I yelled at her. All of this yelling is making my throat hurt. "Can we stop yelling at each other?" Skylar asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. I have nothing else to do." Skylar layed on my couch, she put her feet on the couch. I turned my whole body around, facing her. "Instead of sitting on the couch, why don't you sit on my lap? I got a special gift for you." I give her a seductive look and I pointed at my crotch. She looked at me with an angry look in her eye. She's not in the mood to hear my stupid gross jokes. I stopped pointing at my crouch and sighed. "I'm gonna get you something to eat from the fridge." I said, I walked from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty messy, there were dirty dishes in the sink, pieces of food were on the floor. I will clean it up later.

What's in my fridge? Just a bunch of microwaved food, drinks and leftover spaghetti from yesterday. Skylar's favorite food is spaghetti, I might as well give her the last of it. I'm not really that hungry so I'm gonna have a glass of wine or bottle of wine because it's going to be a long and rough week. I set the cold bowl of spaghetti and fork on the living room table and I sat on the piano chair with a bottle of wine in my hand. "What made you lash at Duff?" I asked her, trying to open the wine bottle. "I got mad because everytime we hang out someone always has to interrupt us. This time Slash and his friend, Claire interrupted us–" Sky was still talking but all I heard was Claire. Claire, not her again. I'm tired of hearing her name. "Great, here we go again." I was getting angry just hearing her name. All that anger made me finally the wine bottle. "Wait? You know Claire?" She pointed at me. "No, only Izzy has met Claire. Me, Steven and Izzy were just talking about her earlier" I said as I threw the cork on the ground. "Let's just stop talking about Claire and relax a bit." I drank straight from the bottle because I didn't care. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes at me.

[izzysgoodgirl]

I wanna try writing some oneshots/headcanons so feel free to request anything you want!

A list of fandoms/characters/celebrities and things I’m willing to write is provided, as well as some stuff I won’t write.

Fandoms

• Guns N’ Roses

• Mötley Crüe

• The Marauders

• Supernatural

• Sherlock

• Bones

Characters/Celebrities

• Izzy Stradlin

• Steven Adler

• Axl Rose

• Slash

• Duff McKagan

• Nikki Sixx

• Tommy Lee

• Regulus Black

• Sirius Black

• James Potter

• Barty Crouch Jr

• Evan Rosier

• Sam Winchester

• Dean Winchester

• Castiel

• Ruby

• Rowena MacLeod

• Crowley

• Gabriel

• Meg Masters

• Sherlock Holmes

• John H. Watson

• Seeley Booth

• Lance Sweets

• Temperance Brennan

• Angela Montenegro

• Zack Addy

• Jack Hodgins

• Camille Sarayon

• Colin Fisher

Will Write

• Fluff

• Angst

• Smut

• Reader Insert

• Platonic

• Kinks

• Romance

Will NOT Write

• Band member x band member

• Ped0ph!lia

• Incest

• Weird kinks (such as p!ss kink) (sorry not sorry)

[petals-and-bullets]

Clan III

Pairing: Izzy x Reader

Word Count: 1284

Info: Request from @julessworldd! "Would you ever consider writing a part 3 to the one fic where the reader is Duffs older cousin, who is a doctor. Her and Izzy are engaged and planning on marrying very soon? Pt 2 was a cliff hanger and I’m curious to see if Duff puts things a side and goes to be a witness at the courthouse. Hope you have been good 💓"

The plane tickets were easy enough to purchase, and the plane itself was easy enough to board. Rather, you just had to sit back and enjoy the 9-hour flight that took you across the Atlantic ocean to land firmly on the soil that your dearest fiancé was residing on.

As well as your cousin.

You hadn’t heard from Duff after the revelation that you had been engaged to his bandmate escaped – and not exactly in the way you had wanted. His words before he had passed you the phone hurt more than you anticipated, with the defeated tone that had seeped through his words, and you knew that you had fucked up. Royally.

Duff was less like a cousin than he was a brother, and you knew that you were unlikely to make up for the damages you had unwittingly caused; you could only hope that Izzy, in some bizarre way of his, had managed to convince him it wasn’t an intended slight against him. After all, nobody knew that you had been engaged, having carefully hidden your ring whenever you were around company. It was amusing, really, the way you and Izzy had thought you could share the secret between yourselves, but it had come at a greater expense than either of you were willing to pay.

You glanced up from your book, some paper written by some doctor in Germany arguing for the benefits of some new surgery, at the sound of the ding from the seatbelt light. Packing your minimal belongings into the small carry-on you had, you clicked your seatbelt into place and sat back, watching as the rolling fields of England came into view as the plane descended from the sky. Disembarking the plane and getting through security was a blur, and you found yourself enveloped in a pair of arms that held you to a chest that smelt faintly of mixed spice, cigarettes and just something that was distinctly Jeffrey Isbell.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said softly into your hair, winding his arms further around you, as though he were afraid that if he let go, you would vanish into thin air. It was also a subtle way to ensure you were blocked from any prying eyes of the paparazzi, and he lifted his head to gaze down at your tired face, his lips curling into that beautifully crooked grin that you loved so much. You reached up and cupped his cheeks before you brought his head down to meet your lips, the kiss tender and soft.

“Hey yourself,” you responded, just as soft, and you pulled back to look over your shoulder at the crowds that were slowly beginning to form; news had obviously gotten out that there was a celebrity present in the airport, yet you doubted that they had quite realised who it was they were here for. Izzy always joked that he was the forgettable one, the one who hid in the shadows and observed everything – although he certainly wasn’t a saint. How the hell he was even allowed into an airport after the incident, you had no clue. The boys had found it hilarious, dubbing him ‘Whizzy’, which made you roll your eyes every time you heard it.

“We ought to get going. Don’t want to get mobbed by a crowd if I can help it.”

Izzy firmly planted his hand at the small of your back and guided you quickly through the airport, ducking his head at just the right times to avoid being recognised – though the amusement of watching him do so quickly wore thin. It was too much like being at a McKagan family gathering, trying to avoid the prying eyes of any nosy relatives that wanted to comment on whatever downfalls they could find. The thoughts distracted you enough to the point where you hadn’t even realised where you were going until you found yourself outside of a sleek black car, the make you couldn’t determine. It was very much like your fiancé – stripped down to its bare bones, with no distinguishing features on show. You shot him a brief look before you climbed into the back, and he slid in quickly after you, sinking back into his seat with a small sigh.

“You look exhausted.”

“So do you.”

The pair of you looked at each other, sitting in the comfortable silence that always enveloped you both, before he reached out and brushed your hair from your face, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip gently in thought.

“I got us booked in a registration office. Took a lot of doing, mind. But we’re booked. Ready for tonight.”

“Tonight? Izzy, I don’t even look remotely ready to get married-“

“Sunshine, I don’t care about that. We can get a proper ceremony, or whatever when we get home, whatever you’d like. But I just wanna get hitched as soon as I can to you.”

You watched him, your lower lip caught in your teeth as you thought. It had always been in the cards, you supposed, to get married as soon as the plane touched the ground. At least he hadn’t dragged an officiant to the airport to marry the pair of you as soon as you stepped through security, though you wouldn’t put it past him to try.

“Alright, fine. Tonight. But you’re not disturbing me while I get ready.”

His mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of some excuse to join you, before he fell quiet.

“Okay.”

The hours flew by faster than you had anticipated, and you found yourself sitting in that same indistinguishable car with your soon-to-be husband sat beside you, your hands clasped together tightly. He’d mentioned wanting to get there early, to give you a wedding gift, despite your protests that you hadn’t gotten him anything. He’d waved your concerns off.

Once you arrived, the heavens opened and rain fell from the sky, prompting those caught on the street to lift umbrellas to protect themselves, blocking your view of the registry steps, though you could’ve sworn that you had seen someone who looked just like Duff. You looked at Izzy and gave a wan smile, feeling the pit in your heart grow even larger at the thought you were getting married without the man you’d practically grown up with by your side to observe. As though he sensed your hesitation, he kissed your knuckles and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Just wait. You’ll see.”

He guided you out of the car and you both rushed up the steps, your eyes searching desperately for the familiar face. You let Izzy handle the paperwork, craning your neck in an attempt to get a glimpse of Duff, and your shoulders sagged as you acknowledged that he wasn’t coming. The rift that you had created had gotten too large, and there was no way for you to repair it. Not in time for him to see you get married. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as Izzy guided you through the building and to the small room in the back that would host your miniscule wedding, only to wink and push open the doors.

You looked up, your eyes making direct contact with Duff’s.

Who was stood behind the officiant’s lectern.

And then it dawned on you; Izzy’s wedding gift, the thing he had been so insistent on, was that Duff had agreed to officiate your wedding for you, in the grandest display of an apology that could probably have beaten Axl riding a white horse to apologise to whichever girlfriend he had upset.

You smiled and stepped into the room, prepared to go from Dr McKagan, to Dr Isbell.

[goblinofbiscuits]

finally some representation up in here. im so glad that theres someone doing things for the black readers out there ‼️ could you do HCs for each of the guns n roses members with a fem black reader? thank you!!!

Guns n roses dating black women

Axl

So let's start off with axl, man's loves your hair

Like he'll be so involved with your hair too, he would be sitting right next to you while you style it, during wash day, he'll sit next to you when your getting your hair done

And after praises would just be spilling out of his mouth at five million miles a minute

He would get in so many fights for you

Like let's say you two are just chillin at a bar or something like that and a racist asshole wants to start talking shit

Axl doesn't hesitate to put the fucker in a hospital

Man's loves soul food, like when he first has it, his world is forever changed

Especially if you cooked your self

If your dating axl your definitely spoiled

Like he will pay for you nails and hair, will buy you new lingerie and dresses

He also really loves your melanin like lovvvvvvveeeeeesssss it

The guys call you when they need you too calm him down

Axl can be like really chill sometimes, I'm talking just sit on the couch reading a book, so quiet it almost worries you

Will spoon you too bed

Will sing you too sleep when he has nightmares

At the end of the day he just wants you too know that your his princess and that he loves you more than he could fathom

Slash

Now for my man's slash

Slash knows how hard it is to be a black

He knows how hard it is to wake up and face a world that hates you simply cause of your skin color

Him understanding and having experienced all the things that come with being black in the world, makes your guys relationship stronger

You two will do each others hair like when he's had a long day and needs to wash his hair, he can just give you one look and automatically you take his hand and lead him to the bathroom

Or if you are the one who's had the long day your hair needs some love, he will do it for you

He will do really cute styles to, like one day you while getting ready for the day he asked you if he could do your hair you said yes

But he refused to let you see it until it was done

But he put pigtails in and they hair jewelry around the hair ties it was so f*ckin adorable

Slash love language is quality time, like he doesn't care if you too are doing different things each others company it's enough for him

At the end of the day you are this man's queen and he will never let you forget that

Izzy

You made poor izzy speechless, like as soon as he saw you he couldn't speak, kinda forgot how to breathe too

That feeling has never gone away

Izzy will write so many songs about you

He will even teach you guitar, you got really good though, like he lowkey thinks you might surpass him

Will introduce you too so many new bands and music

Like there's a wall dedicated to your guys record collection

Will totally buy new albums for you guys to listen to when it's wash day

Just imagine you detangling your hair and running leave in conditioner trough you beautiful curls and looking to your left to see your sweet lovely man staring at you like your the Mona lisa

Izzy fully plans on making you mrs.stradlin, sooner than later

Every anniversary he will write you such long letters about how much he loves you and why he loves you, why he's going to marry

Boy loves Mac and cheese

You left a dish out to cool down

And when you came back it was all gone next to a used spoon and plate next to a napping izzy

You were a little mad but hey he was so cute you just threw a blanket on him and kept it movin

Duff

Duff is soon f*ckin supportive its almost insane

This man will never judge you or anything you do

Like you could do some weird shit and he would smile and tell you how cut you were

This many loves your hair

Especially loves when you just wear you natural afro, also really loves faux locs and box braids

If you were hoop and name plated jewelry this man is obsessedddddd

He would just give you his clothes to wear, just cause he like how big they look on you.

Like look at his girl

He is soo happy and grateful he gets to call you his girl

Like the most beautiful girl on the planet his no one else's but his like wowwwww

He wants to get married as soon as possible

Like just imagine you in a white dress and being Mrs. Mckagan

He's a cuddler, after a long stressful day he will walk up to you and wrap himself around not letting go, even for a drink of water

Is uber protective

Would totally teach you bass

Duff love language is acts of service, meaning that if you need anything done,picked up, anything.

Man is on it

After all he wants to makes sure his baby girl is happy

Steven

Golden retriever man

Like seriously man Is so hooked

You are the girl of his dreams, everything he will ever want and need

Expect compliments 24/7, cause man's is definitely going to give you a lot of those

Steve carries pictures of you in his wallet

And will not hesitate to show any one,

"HI I'm Stevie, do you want to see a picture of my girlfriend, isn't she the most beautiful woman you've ever seen"

And the random groupies just sitting very confused

You will adopted a dog together, a French potbelly you guy named him taylor, after roger taylor

Stevie really trys to be perfect for you though, it's just that your so perfect in his eyes that he just wants to be good enough for his angel is all

But he feel like he will never even come close and that kills him so deep inside

You just have to remind him that he is the perfect man for you and that he doesn't have to change a thing In order to be good enough for you

He loves cuddles

He love falling a sleep on your stomach though, the way you would run your hand through his hair

He would love the way you hair smells,

"Baby your hair smells so good 😍"

He loves when you have butterfly locs

He also loves if you have colorful hair colors

He would loved it if you did pink and blue butterfly locs

He would teach you how to play drums, he even got you your own drumset

He was surprised when he had gone on tour and came back and you sat him down and played every song on appiete for destruction

Stevie would worship the ground you walk on

[greta-van-chaos]

Game Night Part 1 // Guns n Roses

Summary | You and the boys are having a game night, when you start playing truth or dare things heat up

Pairing | Izzy Stradlin + Axl Rose + Duff Mckagan x Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Warnings | Oral sex (f & m receiving), cursing, smut, group sex, degradation, exhibitionism, blindfolds

Authors Note | I have a part two planned for this one with just Steven and Slash, let me know if you want anything incorporated into that!

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I slug back the last sip of beer in my bottle and lean against the worn couch behind me. Duff is sitting next to me, silently drinking a beer and tapping his foot to the music blasting from the record player. Steven is laying on his back with his head in my lap and I play with his hair while he and Slash have a very loud conversation about drums or something - I'm not really paying that much attention. Axl has my full attention, he's sat across from me with Izzy to his left, all of us are on the carpeted floor of our basement.

"I just think that we need to really wow everyone with the next album, we have to pull out all the stops." The singer says very seriously, talking with his hands to emphasize his point.

Duff groans beside me "No more work talk, it's game night, we're supposed to be having fun"

Once a week the six of us take a night off from partying and making the new album to drink and play stupid games in the basement. It usually ends with us playing fuckin monopoly and shouting at each other or we all give up and watch some horror flick.

"I'm with Duff, I don't want to think about the album anymore, being in the studio today was fucking horrendous." I groan, reaching for the bassist's beer and taking a swig.

"Hey!" He huffs and I give him my sweetest smile

"How about we change things up then, truth or dare but if you refuse you gotta take a shot or take off a piece of clothing," Axl says, rubbing his hands together.

"I'm game," Duff shrugs, Izzy nods with an affirming grunt, Steven and I cheers and Slash just sorta sits there, completely out of it at this point.

"Good." Axl nods "Alright, y/n, truth or dare"

"Wow, how lame, ask the only girl first" I laugh "Fine, truth"

Axl's face twists into a devilish smirk "How many dudes in bands - including our band - have you slept with since joining us?"

My face goes red. Not only have I slept with everyone in our band but I've made my way around most of the bands on the strip. I shake my head and laugh "Someone get me a shot" Slash grabs a bottle of vodka, a shot glass, and a bottle of lime juice. Once he pours me the shot I knock it back and chase it with another swig of Duff's beer. "I think I might just take this off too," I say shimmying out of my tank top, leaving me in a black lace bra and my skirt. I feel Duff's eyes on me as well as the rest of the guys but I ignore it.

"You must be quite a lay" The redhead smirks "Well, yeah, you are. I would know" He winks and I roll my eyes, flipping him off "Alright, Stevie baby, truth or dare"

The blond lifts his head from my lap when he hears his name and sits up straight "Gimme a dare little lady"

"I dare you to... give Izzy a very sexy lap dance"

The brunette scoffs and shakes his head "Can I take a shot for him?"

"You're no fun!" I squeal "Go on Steven, get your sexy ass over there" I holler and give him a little slap on the butt as he walks over. He does a little strut on his way to Izzy and snaps his hips down so he's sitting in the guitarist's lap. He holds his arms around Izzy's neck and dips back to shake his hair. Izzy playfully tugs at his cheek and the drummer puts his hand in the air and waves it as if spinning a lasso. When he finishes the dance he pats Izzy's shoulders and stands up, strutting back over to me. I give him a whistle and all six of us are laughing our asses off.

"That was fucking great" Axl chuckles

"Yeah, yeah, I'm hot as fuck, what can I say?" The drummer rolls his eyes "Alright, truth or dare Slash"

"Pass dude, I've got a girl on her way so I gotta run" We all collectively sigh and Steven moves on as the guitarist leaves.

"Axl, truth or dare"

He thinks for a moment "Truth"

"If you had to fuck one person here other than the obvious y/n, who would you choose?"

"Fucking hell dude, I don't know" The singer shrugs "Probably Slash, he gets all the chicks and I'd like to know how the fuck he does it"

"Maybe if you weren't popping sleeping pills like tictacs halfway into parties you'd get more ass" Izzy laughs and Axl playfully punches him in the arm.

"Hey guys I think I'm gonna turn in for the night, I've got a killer headache" Steven huffs, getting up and waving us goodnight. We all say goodnight as the drummer skips up the stairs, closing the basement door in his wake.

Axl turns to me, "Back to the lovely y/n, truth or dare"

"What about Duff and Izzy?" I ask, shooting him a confused stare.

"I've got something good in mind, they can wait"

I shrug "Since truth didn't work out so well last time, gimme a dare hot stuff"

"In light of recent lap dances, why don't you give our lovely Duff over here one, he looks a little lonely" Axl has a shit-eating grin on his face and I sigh.

"Give me another shot before I do it" I order up Axl and he nods, pouring me one. I slug it back and give a little shout at the feeling of the burning liquid. I look at Duff and he looks like he's going to explode. I notice a tent in his pants and smirk as I crawl into his lap, sitting right on his growing erection. He groans and I let out a giggle, swirling my hips around and locking my arms around his neck to recreate the moves Steven did. He puts his hands on my hips and rubs his thumbs against my bare skin. I let go and fall back, keeping myself in his lap with my back to the floor, moving my hands around my head and moving my hips seductively around him. I pull myself back up and lean into his ear while I run my hands down his stomach saying only loud enough for him to hear, "Do I make you hot rockstar?" He gulps and I pull back to look him in the eyes. I finish with a little pat on his head and I crawl out of his lap, back to my seat on the floor. Each of the guys is looking at me, their eyes wide and their jaws on the floor.

"I would like to see more of that" Axl groans.

"So fuckin hot" Izzy says under his breath.

"You guys are like a pack of bitches in heat, for Christ's sake!" I laugh. Duff draws his knees up to his chest to hide his obvious tent and I wink at him when our eyes meet.

"Hey y/n, how about another dare" Axl pipes up once again

"And what would it be?" I ask sweetly

"It seems like our friend Duff has a little problem in his pants and well, as his friend I can't just let him sit and suffer in silence. Why don't you help him out?"

"You're fucking with me" I laugh awkwardly

"Absolutely not! Look at the poor man... he clearly needs some relief."

I laugh "If I wasn't tipsy I wouldn't be doing this" I look at Duff to see if there is any concern or if this is unwanted and he gives me no sign of hesitation. I roll a hair tie off my wrist and put my hair back in a ponytail. Duff sighs at this and I smirk as I get on all fours to crawl over to him again. I unlace his pants first and look over my shoulder, the guys are all watching intently and I can see Izzy's eyes glued to my ass which is in the air. My skirt is riding up and I'm sure everyone can see my lacey black underwear. I pull down the bassist's pants and underwear and lean down, grabbing his length and pumping it a few times. This isn't the first time that the six of us have done some weird sexual experiment so I'm not exactly nervous about the audience, it actually excites me. I take Duff into my mouth and start off slow, teasing him but soon he grabs a hold of my hair and I have to grab his thighs to brace myself as he moves me at whatever speed he pleases. I feel a hand trail down my back to my ass. A harsh smack makes me stop bobbing for a moment before Duff starts moving me again. My panties are ripped down my legs and Axl groans.

"You're so wet holy shit" He slides his fingers down my folds and circles my clit with his thumb. I moan and choke on Duff, gagging I come up for air.

I get a small smack on the mouth from Duff "Who said you could stop?" His words shoot straight to my core and I quickly get back to work. Axl runs his hands along my bare ass and dips down to kiss the small of my back. I can feel Duff starting to tense and I pump him faster with one hand while I swirl my tongue around his tip. He forces my head down with a groan and his dick touches the back of my throat, I gag around him which makes him thrust his hips upwards. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" His hips stutter and he releases down my throat. I'm quick to swallow it all and when I come up and meet his eyes he grabs my face "Such a good little slut" I'm caught off guard when Axl thrusts into me from behind, I grab the bassists shoulders for support and we stare each other directly in the eyes as Axl begins to fuck me. Izzy is still sitting in the same place as before, observing the spectacle. I beckon him by wiggling my finger and he sits beside Duff.

Axl angles his hips differently and I practically scream as he slams into my g-spot. I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my head but Izzy grabs my throat. "I wanna see every expression while he fucks you" I make a lustful whine and Izzy smirks, capturing my lips. The singer rams into me relentlessly and circles my clit with his fingers. Izzy and I continue to passionately make out over Duff and he leans back up against the couch to give us more space. I start to tremble when I can feel Axl get close to reaching his climax, his thrusts become sloppy and sporadic and I clench around him.

"Fuck, look at you, little whore is going to cum. Go on then, cum" I let out a breathy whine and pull away from Izzy so I can bite his shoulder as I orgasm. The three boys watch me as my whole body spasms and I shake through my orgasm, Axl then pulls out to cum on my back. After a minute to catch our breaths Axl gets up and disappears into the basement bathroom before coming out with a small towel. He wipes my back and between my legs and helps me to sit up against the couch. "You alright?" He questions, brushing a stray hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, I'm good"

"Good, cause we're not done yet" Izzy lifts me up onto the couch and stands up, walking over to Axl. "Give me this" He demands, snatching the bandanna off of Axl's head.

"What the fuck Izzy" The singer exclaims, reaching to smooth his hair frantically.

"Just relax and watch" He groans

"Fine but I better get it back, that's my favorite bandanna!"

"You will. Now shut the fuck up and let me do this." The guitarist walks over to me and squats between my legs "You trust us, yeah?"

"Of course"

"Put this over your eyes" He hands me Axl's bandanna and I stare at the blue fabric in my hands.

Looking up at Izzy through my lashes I laugh humorlessly "You're kidding"

"Never been more serious in my life, doll"

"I find that difficult to believe considering you're such a hardass" I tease and I can feel Duff laughing against my legs.

"Shut up and put it on, this is going to be fun, I promise"

I obey wordlessly, tying the makeshift blindfold in a knot at the back of my head. Once it's secure someone pushes me back onto the couch and pulls my legs open, I assume it's Izzy based on the fact that he was perched between my legs as I put on the blindfold. I allow myself to relax and I sink further into the couch as arms hook around my thighs. I shudder as the person who I assume is Izzy lowers himself further between my legs, his hair brushing the exposed skin of my thighs and eliciting goosebumps all along my skin. I tip my head back and ball my hands into fists as he places a kiss on my right thigh and then my left. "Izzy" I breath and a deep laugh resonates from between my legs. Another laugh that is clearly Izzy sounds from my left.

"Guess again gorgeous"

"Axl?" I sit up, startled, as if I could see the red head between my legs.

"Lay back" He lays a hand on my stomach and pushes me back to my earlier position. He kisses me again, this time brushing his lips against my clit. I gasp and reach for something, anything to grab on to. Someone grabs my hand and holds it tight and I squeeze as the singer starts working his tongue against me. My other hand reaches forward and I card my fingers through Axl's hair, trying not to pull too hard as I focus on the sensation of his mouth against me. I feel him pull away and replace his mouth with his hand, rubbing circles against my clit. He moves his way up my body, kissing my bare stomach and clothed breasts, my neck and then finally my lips. He pulls his hand from between my legs and breaks the kiss, leaving me breathing heavily and aching from the lack of friction.

"Axl?" I groan, frustrated and instead of an answer from any of the boys I am met with the feeling of fingers trailing down my sternum and finally between my legs. I arch my back and angle my body so that whoever is touching me can have full access to me. A laugh sounds and I know that Izzy took Axl's spot. "Iz?" I breathe

"Yes doll, it's me this time" His laugh is sultry and I melt back into the couch, pure pleasure overtaking me when he slowly pushes a finger and then two inside of me. My back arches more - if that's even possible - and I start rutting against his hand.

"Faster" I huff, gripping the edge of the couch.

He moves in close and I can feel him smile as he puts his mouth on me, flicking his tongue against where I'm most sensitive and moving his fingers at an increased pace. I can feel something building inside of me and I push my head back further, focusing on everything the brunette is making me feel. The couch dips to my right and who I can only assume is Duff - based on his cologne - starts trailing kisses along my collarbone. He kisses up my neck to my lips and i let go of the couch, sliding both hands into his hair, pulling him as close as I can. Izzy is still working his fingers in me and I tremble against Duff's lips.

"You're so hot" The blond whispers, sliding his tongue against my bottom lip and gripping the back of my neck with one of his hands.

My whole body shakes and I grip Duff's hair harder "F-fuck" I move my hips harder against Izzy's face and fingers and chase the feeling of ecstasy that's practically on the tip of my tongue.

"You look absolutely breath-taking like this y/n" Izzy breathes against my skin.

My hips stutter against the guitarists face and a high pitched whine rips its way out of my chest. At this point my body is spasming and I can't kiss Duff back so he just holds me, my eyes squeezed shut out of pleasure. Izzy keeps moving against me, helping me ride out my high. After a few minutes my erratic breathing returns to a more normal pattern and I can open my eyes - although I still can't see. I reach up and pull off the blindfold, the boys all have the same mischievous smile on their faces. "What?" I ask shakily, pulling down my skirt and running my fingers through my hair.

"We need to play truth or dare more often."

[niksixx]

Don’t Love You Like I Used To

Hello pals :) This imagine is for Duff McKagan, and I hope you love it! Reblog so others can read if you don’t mind! 

Pairing: Duff McKagan x Reader 

Description: He’s becoming an alcoholic

Warning: Alcoholism

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Full credit to the owner. 

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“You need help.”

“You need to stop worrying.” Duff says, tilting back the bottle of clear liquor. Some of it drips down his lips and you cringe. “I’m not dying, Y/N.”

Not yet, you thought to yourself as you watched him take yet another long swig. While proud of him for accomplishing his dreams and making it big in the music industry, there was also a sense of hurt that accompanied this pride. You were hurt that his spiral downward was almost inevitable. You were hurt that he didn’t seem to notice. You were hurt he didn’t seem to care. And you were hurt that no matter how much you wanted him to change, the only person that could make him was himself.

“Do you know how much you spent on booze just this week?” You say gently, lying the book you had been skimming through beside you on a blanket. “Three hundred dollars.”

“That’s nothing,” He chuckles, “I’ve spent five hundred in three days before.” He brags with a drunk grin.

You sit there in silence, heart breaking with every sip Duff takes. He glances your way every so often, offering a lazy smile, before bringing the bottle back to his lips. Gone were the days where you and Duff would steal shy glances and share romantic hugs and kisses. Each time you looked at him now, your eyes were filled with something other than love: Pain. Anger. Disgust.

“You are slowly killing yourself,” You mumble softly, breaking eye contact. For a moment, Duff places the bottle in his lap. “Every day and every night that you keep drinking, you are sealing your coffin shut. And I,” A breath escapes your lips, “I’m just supposed to sit here and watch you?”

“No,” Duff answers. His voice is the most serious you’ve heard him sound in a while. But when you look up, he smirks and brings the bottle to his mouth. “You can join me.”

And right before your eyes, the Duff McKagan you loved disappeared. He had fallen so deep in a dark, endless black hole. And the question that played over and over in your brain continued to grow louder with each ticking second that passed by: Is he strong enough to pull himself out?

[duffs-shot-glass]

I Will Take Care Of You (Duff McKagan)

I will take care of you

Duff McKagan x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,113

Y/N’s POV:

Ugh. I hated being sick. I sniffled quietly as I made my way to the bathroom. Even the floor below me was carpeted, it still squeaked and I cringed with each creak that came out of the floor. When I reached the bathroom I examined myself in the mirror. My face was pale and I had bags under my eyes. A sudden feeling of nausea took over my body and I clenched my stomach.

I rushed to the toilet and vomited. I feel absolutely disgusting. I thought as I wiped the vile substance from my mouth with a tissue. I threw my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I made some tea for myself and sat on the couch. I’m freezing. I took the fluffy blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over myself. That’s when I heard Duff. “Y/N? Baby where are you?” He had just woken up and his voice was raspy. “Downstairs!” I tried yelling it loud enough for him to hear but it hurt my throat. I turned on the TV and it automatically went to the news channel. Who the hell watches the news? In reality? A lot of people, but the news isn’t for me. I flipped through the channels until I landed on MTV. That��s better. I relaxed on the couch and sipped my tea as I waited for Duff to come downstairs. Today was supposed to be the last day in the studio for Duff. They had been recording for an album recently and he informed me last night that today was the last day. When I heard footsteps I looked behind me to see Duff. He was standing there in jeans and socks, he hadn’t put on a shirt yet. “Have you seen my shirt around here anywhere?” I laughed slightly as Duff searched the living room for his shirt. “Which shirt baby? You have more than one ya know.” He furrowed his eyebrows before walking into another room. “Ya know it’s the one that…” His voice became quieter as he walked away. I didn’t hear a single word of his description. After a few minutes Duff walked back into the living room wearing the shirt he had been looking for. It was a black short-sleeve shirt and on it were the words “And on the 8th day God created Harley-Davidson”. “I like that shirt on you.” I was really just thinking aloud but Duff seemed amused. “You do? Guess I’ll have to wear it more often then.” He smiled sweetly at me. His sweet and luminous brown eyes were easy to get lost in. Duff sat next to me on the couch and sat his arm around my shoulders. I tried to scoot away without him noticing it much but that didn’t work. I didn’t wanna get him sick but I didn’t want him to know I’m sick. Duff worried too much about simple sicknesses and I knew he wouldn’t go to the studio if he knew about it. “What’s wrong? Why did you scoot away from me?” A look of concern and disappointment swirled in his eyes. “I’m sorry babe I just uh...I don’t feel like it right now?” The words sounded more like a question than I wanted. “Since when do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, not want to cuddle?” My shoulders dropped. It was true, usually I was the one begging him to cuddle. “I just….I don’t know Duff.” I hugged him. I didn’t want to get him sick but I didn’t have the willpower to not hug him. Duff placed a small kiss on my forehead. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Do you feel okay? You’re burning up. I think you’re sick.” I sighed and looked at the floor. Damn it Y/N. You’re so fucking bad at hiding things. “Yeah I...it’s not serious Duff. I’m sure I will be fine while you’re at the studio.” I smiled at him but he didn’t return it. “Studio? No fuckin’ way I’m going to the studio with you sick like this.” He hugged me tightly but I huffed. “Michael Andrew McKagan, you are not staying home just because I’m sick!” I didn’t yell, but my voice was stern. Duff’s eyes widened slightly. “Listen Y/N I’m not going. Nothing you say is going to change my mind.” Duff stood up and walked into the kitchen. I followed close behind. I watched as he picked up the phone and began dialing a number. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “I am calling Axl to tell him I won’t be in the studio today.” He stopped dialing and held the phone to his ear. “Duff, think reasonably please. Do you even know how upset Axl will probably get?” Duff held his hand up to me and tried to silence me. Ugh. “Hey yeah Ax? I’m not gonna be in the studio today…..something came up…..alright...yep...thanks bud bye.” And just like that he hung up the phone. “What did he say?” I was partially stunned that I couldn’t hear Axl screaming. “He sounded wasted anyways. He probably wouldn’t be able to sing today. He said

it’s fine.” I furrowed my brows but then shrugged my shoulders. I will never understand them. Especially Axl. I giggled slightly at my thoughts. I let out a small yelp when Duff picked me up. He carried me, bridal style, to our shared bedroom. “I’m sorry you’re sick honey.” Duff whispered as we made our way up the stairs. I laid on the bed and pulled the covers over my body. It felt nice to be in the warm bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed. A few minutes later I felt Duff’s arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him. My back was to him at the moment so I turned around to face him. I opened my eyes and looked into his. How did I get this lucky? To have Duff McKagan, the sweetest most amazing man, as my boyfriend? I would never understand. “I love you so much Duff.” I cuddled into him and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “I love you to Y/N.” He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. “I can’t believe you’re mine….you complete me you know that?” I looked into his eyes once more. I felt as if I had gotten instant butterflies hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Well that’s good because you complete me.” I closed my eyes and we drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Hello!~Thank you for reading this imagine! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Before He Cheats | Chapter 6 | Duff Mckagan x Reader

Word count: 1998 A03 Link<3 A/N: NSFW warning, Just a small heads up, uhh, this chapter is all over the place so sorry if it's too fast. Rushed or too confusing. I promise that the next chapter will be less chaotic and for the car scene, the car is parked dw. Slash’s P.O.V 12:00 PM Noon, it was morning, I was putting on my clothes and was having applesauce before I could hang out with Claire as usual. I lied to (Y/N) by saying that my boss gave me a day off of work today. What an idiot, can’t believe she would fall for it. She’s at work right now so this is the perfect time or day to hang out with Claire. Checking my phone for a text from Claire, I saw a lot of texts from Axl, Steven, and Izzy. No Duff, that’s weird. I have been ignoring these messages for the past couple of months because I don’t care about them anymore. But I decided to read a text from Axl just because. Axl texted me that he might have seen (Y/N) and Duff kissing when we went to the bar a couple of months ago. Now my entire day was ruined, just by that one text. I will confront her about this when she comes back from work.

Duff’s House, 1:00 PM, Duff’s P.O.V Sitting on the couch while Skylar is playing with my bass is relaxing. I’m having a great time, she still has a lot to learn and I still have a lot to teach her. Hanging out with Skylar all of the time made me forget about (Y/N), it was a great decision. But, it did make us distant. I got up from the couch to get a bag of Doritos. Hearing the bass stop playing in the background, confused me a little. I was wondering what was going to happen. “Duff, I have something to tell you,” Skylar said. Judging by the tone of her voice, this must be serious. I quickly went back to the living room to sit on the couch, looking at Skylar. She looked pretty aggravated, impatient even. “What is it, Skylar?” I said with concern. She breathes in and out. I think I know what she’s going to say, let’s not jump to conclusions. “I love you… idiot.” Skylar said as she slowly reached for my hand and held it, squeezing it tight. My eyes widened in shock when I heard what she, blushed slightly when she held my hand. Her hand feels rough, of course. “I had a crush on you for years when we worked at that job together.” She stared into my eyes with a slight smile on her face, her face blushing like crazy. I could feel the weight of guilt settling in, I don’t mean to hurt her feelings but it is what it is. I sighed and told her, “I’m sorry Skylar but… I don’t love you.” She crossed her arms, turning away from me. It's clear that she is upset. “You’re s-still in love with (Y/N), aren’t you?” She asked with a hit of anger in her voice. I flinched a little when she asked me that question. So I looked away from her, didn’t bother to answer that question to her, just sat in silence for a bit. “It was dumb to confess to you, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she got up from the couch. “Well… I gotta go. See you later.” She put her hands in her pocket and walked out of my house. Man, the guilt is still here.

3:00 PM, at the carnival, Duff’s P.O.V I went to the carnival because I needed to clear my head after what happened with Skylar earlier and sitting in my house all day or taking a nap is not gonna do it for me. A lot of people were there, winning prizes, eating food, and couples holding hands. Man, this is where we all used to hang out. Good times. Walking near the Ferris wheel, I saw (Y/N) getting food from the food truck. Why is she here? I haven’t seen her in a long time since I started hanging out with Skylar. She looked so beautiful as always wearing her yellow jacket and black skirt outfit. I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “(Y/N)?” I said. She turned around and looked at me, shocked. “H-Hey Duff.” She smiled at me and chuckled nervously. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. Now I think about it, that was a dumb question to ask her. “Slash is at work right now so I thought I would just go to the carnival by myself, instead of just sitting around.” She explained. So me and (Y/N) are here for the same reason, what a coincidence. There was an awkward silence between us because it had been so long since we last spoke to each other except for some text messages. “How about we spend some time together here? Just us,” I suggested, moving closer to her. At first, she was uncertain, taking a step back from me which hurt a little inside. “Sure,” She replied, “But let me get my food first.” She continued. “O-Of course,” I responded with a nervous chuckle.

3:30 In Slash’s car, Claire’s P.O.V Being in Slash’s car was always comforting and relaxing, especially with him. But now, something was off. Slash told me that (Y/N) kissed Duff and it ruined his whole day. Why would she do that? (Y/N) wouldn’t be the type to kiss Duff, hmm. Never trusted her anyway. I thought Slash would get over it by now since he doesn’t love her anymore. I slowly put his hand on his, rubbing his hand softly. He seemed to like it. “Slash, are you still mad or?” I asked. “No, I’m not.” He lied while blushing slightly and looking out of the window. I know he’s lying, he just doesn’t want to make me mad. “Well Slash, since we’re alone in your car…” I said in a low, seductive voice, looking at him. He turned his head a little at me. I got up from my seat and sat on Slash’s lap, adjusting myself. "Slash, I want you to fuck me," I whispered in his ear seductively while slowly unzipping his pants. I started to grind against his dick, he was slowly getting hard. Glad I was wearing a skirt today. “G-God.” Slash moaned softly. He slowly lowered his underwear and pants, freeing his dick to the cold air. I took off my underwear, throwing it on the floor of the car. I bit my lip, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. My back began to arch as he started to thrust into me roughly while he held onto my waist. It hurts a little but it feels so good. "Not so rough." I moaned, my eyes closed as held onto him tightly."I'm sorry. It's been a while since I last had sex." Slash apologized but he didn’t slow down his thrusts. My moans were louder and louder due to his rough thrusting. Rolling my eyes back, I can feel myself losing in pleasure and so it is Slash. His grunts are getting louder and louder with each thrust. I know he’s close. "I'm cumming!” Slash yelled. My eyes widen as he filled me up with his cum. So hot and sticky. I’m not letting go of him just yet, let me cherish this moment with him. “God… I-I love… you.” Slash said between breaths. I kissed him and he kissed me back.

3:40 PM, Back at the carnival, (Y/N)’s P.O.V. I am having an amazing time, hanging out with Duff at the Carnival. We on some rides, and we won a lot of stuff like candy, mp3 players, coffee mugs, etc. This was the best day of my life so far. He was having a great time too. I can tell how much he smiled and giggled through the whole thing. This whole hangout thing feels like a date to me, might as well be. “Duff…” I said softly. Small tears were forming on my face, I could cry tears of joy. “Today was a great day– I haven’t– Thank you.” Struggling with my words. I walked up to him and hugged him. I can’t express how much I appreciate this. “You’re welcome.” He hugged me back. Wiping my tears, I slowly realized something. I started to cry because no one had been giving me affection for a long time. “We really should start talking to each other again.” Duff reached out to hold my hand. My eyes widened a little when he held my hand and I blushed like crazy. “We should,” I said nervously, looking away. His hand feels pretty rough. It feels so nice. So nice… “You know, I miss talking to you,” Duff said as he stepped closer to me. “I-I do too…” I replied, still looking away from him. Just calm down, (Y/N). He’s not going to hurt you. “Uhh… it’s time for me to go back home now.” I’m not going to let go of his hand. I was leading him to my car. “Put the stuff in my car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to carry all of that.”

4:00 PM, At home I walked into my house, setting the stuff I got from the carnival on the dining room table with a smile on my face. Duff did make everything better, mmm… I was pretty exhausted, I just wanted to lie down for a bit. The main reason was that my feet were hurting like hell. Before I sat down, I went to my room to see what Slash was doing. He was lying on the bed, watching TV, shirtless. But he looked exhausted as well. His hair was a mess and he looked like he ran a marathon. “H-Hey babe.” I waved at him. He admittedly got up from the bed and walked towards me with anger. Oh shit. "Babe, where did you go?" Slash asked me in a serious tone. Should have expected this to happen. Just lied to him, he’ll believe it. "N-Nowhere. I didn't go anywhere." Touching my hair nervously as I lied to him. There was a small silence between us filled with my awkward laughter. "You're lying. You went somewhere." He leaned to me with a dead look in his eyes. I step back a little, getting a bit scared due to how serious he sounded. "I was hanging out with Duff," I admitted to him as I looked away from him in shame. "I knew it. You're always hanging out with Duff. You shouldn't be hanging out with him.” His voice began to escalate toward me. I turned to face him, locking eyes with simmering fury, my breaths measured but calm. The urge to inflict upon him the pain he had caused me surged within me. "Why are you mad at me?” Slash questioned. I should be the one asking him that question. "All I did was lay in my bed all day. You're just being paranoid." Slash pointed at me, blaming me. My fists were clenched and shaking. If he lies one more time, I’m going to lose it but I’m not. I had never been this angry before. Why would he treat me like this? I snatched one of the blankets and pillows from our bed, murmuring, "I'm sleeping on the couch for now," I fought back tears, not wanting to break down in front of him. I was trying to not cry in front of him. I walked out of the room and I went to the living room. Settling onto the couch, I wrapped the blanket around me, laying my head on the pillow. I just wanted to cry and forget about everything. I'm tired of dealing with Slash lying to me and cheating on me. I don't want to be with Slash anymore, I want to be with Duff, I love Duff…

[bringmebackdude]

Heaven

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Concept: 

Word count: 1,141

(some fluff, angst)

The tall clumsy blonde closed the door behind him, trying not to make a loud noise with his presence, but his cowboy boots thought otherwise. The thumps of the heels hitting the wood echoed through the apartment, still, you were too deep in your sleep to hear he was back. He knew you would be mad because he had left almost ten hours ago when he promised it was just a couple of drinks. It wasn’t the anger that scared him, it was the disappointment that used to peak in your beautiful eyes. Those eyes he promised to never see them turn dull.

“Shit!” he exclaimed in a whisper after accidentally pushing a chair. His body stood still, waiting to hear the creaking of the bed as you woke because of his dizziness, but there was no noise.

Regardless of how much alcohol was in his system, fear invaded his being. What if she left? The dark brown dusty boots made their way to the bedroom you shared with him, he was uncertain if he could bear the idea of you not being around anymore. And it was all his fault. Hazel eyes stared at the wooden boards, before gathering the courage to look at the bed, finding the beautiful woman who would wake them gleam every time their sight was set on her. Your soft hair spread across the pillow, pink lips slightly parted, with blue sheets that covered your delicate body. He was so lucky. Quickly taking his shoes and pants off, he jumped under the covers, softly wrapping his arms around you and pulling the weight so he could cuddle you. 

You snuggled up to him, eliciting a smile from him, who left a sweet kiss on your forehead. With the tour, recordings, rehearsals, and parties, Duff easily got caught up in the wild rockstar life, sometimes forgetting the most important part of it. The one he was grateful to the universe for crossing into his path. His life changed completely when he met you; found a confidant, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a person who would never judge him if it wasn’t for the best, a lover, the worst joker ever, but most importantly, the love of his life. 

Michael was so unfamiliar with true love from someone who wasn’t a relative, his previous relationships weren’t the worst, but the feelings between him and the ex-girlfriends were almost uncomfortable on some occasions. He was invaded by joy when little moments returned to his memory, those when he was sober. When you cooked his favorite food, the time you finally played a full song on a guitar after he spent weeks teaching you, and the time you helped him bleach his hair after you insisted he looked way hotter with his natural blonde mane. Two years of being with (Y/N) , the one his sisters adored and loved having her home for a visit, the one who baked Christmas cookies with his mother and buy him, the one who would buy him an ugly sweater to match together at dinner. This was the girl his family looked forward to his marrying, as well as he. Heaven was a place on Earth beside her. I’m not giving you up.

The next morning, your arm reached to the other side of the bed, looking for the warmth of your boyfriend’s body, once again finding the side empty and cold. It wasn’t a surprise, there were plenty of times when Duff would prefer to crash at Slash’s or Izzy’s place so you wouldn’t see how drunk he was. So, like any other day, you got out of bed, grabbed some underwear, and walked straight to the shower, trying to avoid all those thoughts that plagued you. What if he slept with someone else? What if something bad happened to him? Maybe I should call Slash just to make sure he’s alright. Although all those previous times the same questions came to your head, he always walked through the door like a drunk mess, but safe. And that’s all you needed, for him to come back home, safe and sound, to you. A long black shirt with the Ramones logo was your choice of an outfit to leave your bedroom, lazily walking out of this one and smelling the sweet scent of food being cooked. Who’s cooking? No one stayed last night and the only one who had an extra key to the apartment was the band’s manager. You found the silhouette of your boyfriend facing the stove, and he made the gesture of moving something that was in front of him.

“G’morning.”

He quickly turned around, giving you that pearly smile you loved so much, “G’morning, beautiful” returning to his previous position.

“You didn’t come home last night” the words slipped out of your mouth.

“I did but it was pretty late, Slash was having problems with Renee.”

You didn’t respond, because you couldn’t care less about other people’s relationship problems while dealing with yours.

“I made breakfast...” putting a plate in front of you with a stash of fluffy pancakes, maple syrup dripping on the sides with chopped walnuts on the top.

“We didn’t have any walnuts” you looked at the food in front of you, it wasn’t burnt or messy. They looked almost like the ones iHop advertised.

“Steven went to the market early this morning with me, you like ‘em right?” he sat on the chair that was facing you from the other side of the table.

There was silence for a few seconds, “Duff, I’m not sure I can keep doing this. Pancakes are not going to mend months of heavy drinking and finding you passed out outside the building.”

“It won’t happen again, (y/n)”

“You keep telling me that, but it’s always the same story!” the silverware made a loud noise when you dropped them on the table, anguished.

“I know baby, and I’m so sorry.” He quickly kneeled beside you, intertwining his fingers with yours. There was despair in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before, and that awakened hope within you.

“You need to go to rehab,” Releasing one of your hands, you caressed his face, feeling his soft skin mixed with some acne scars from his teenage years, “tour is over, you need to get better, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I will, but I can do it myself” he nodded, moving his sight to face your palm and give it a soft kiss. “I promise” saying those magic words, those you hoped meant what they were. The bassist stood up, leaning towards you, and kissed your lips.

A weak smile appeared on your face, really wanting to believe him. You were giving him another chance to have your whole heart in his hands. Deep inside knowing he was falling straight to the void of alcoholism if he wasn’t already in it, and that you would keep helping him, even if it meant getting swept away too..

[duffslut]

Duff's photoshoot

Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 626

Requested by anon: I need smut where dilf duff cheats on his wife with 18 years old girl 😕

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- It's kind of different that I can't bring my wife here.

Duff said entering the hotel room where the photo shoot would be done.

- Yeah, I'm a bit of a perfectionist with my work, you know so I think it's better to come only the person who will be photographed, without distractions.

Duff smiled faintly and sat on the bed with clean white sheets. You watched him adjust his cowboy boots over his tight black pants, a few strands of his blond hair fell over his face and he was blowing them back up to the top of his head in an incredibly sexy way, but without even realizing it.

You bit your lip and then took the first picture while he was still adjusting his clothes and then the second when you made some silly joke and he looked up laughing.

- Okay you can take your shirt off now Duffy. - you said, opening the curtains of the small hotel window a little wider, letting the sunlight brighten the room.

You and Duff stared at each other for a few seconds after he took off his shirt, having him sitting on the bed, shirtless, with his clear eyes directly on yours was like an invitation...

- You look too young to be doing this, Y/n.

Duff said suddenly while you were still photographing him in bed. You approached him, touching his chest gently, his gaze followed your fingers over his skin.

You laughed lightly.

- I guarantee myself Mr Mckagan, and I'm eighteen anyway.

You stopped touching him and suddenly he got up from where he was lying, sitting on the edge of the bed again.

- What's wrong? - you asked, putting your camera on top of the little desk beside the bed.

Duff took his hands off his crotch, revealing a huge bulge.

- That's why I need Susan here, I'd work it out real quick - Duff said staring at you.

- You don't need Susan. - you said and touched his bare shoulders, feeling his soft skin and imagining what his cock would taste like hidden under those tight pants.

- W- What do you mean? - Duff still stared at you confused as you knelt in front of him.

- I help you, you help me, nobody needs to know.

You opened his pants carefully, in case he decided to change his mind out of the blue, but he didn't. Duff just let you pleasure him and threw his head back as soon as his dick popped out of his pants.

You wrapped your warm hands around his big, thick cock, with veins you wanted to feel inside you, but that just wasn't the time. You started jerking off Duff, fighting the urge to grab his dick and give him the blowjob of his life.

- God you feel good... - Duff leaned his back a little more on the bed, almost lying down as your hands moved up and down his cock.

You slipped your tongue over the tip of his dick as soon as his pre cum started to flow, licking his milk and then swallowing his cock down your throat.

- Fuck... Fuck! Y/n! - Duff moaned and writhed on the sheets.

- Shhh, here, show me what you got. - you continued to masturbate him with your hands, with your tongue out waiting for his cum.

Duff came all over your face, letting a few jets hit his own belly. You swallowed it like water, the taste was as delicious as he was.

- Hang in there big boy, let me take a picture of this work of art.

You took your camera back and photographed him, lying on the bed, his still hard cock starting to soften and his belly wet with his own cum. That one would be just for you.

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Rock Music Masterlist

@niksixx thank you for the help!

What I Won’t Write

Cinderella

NSFW Alphabet-Tom Keifer

Guns N Roses

Soulmates, Sort Of(Axl Rose x Reader)[Smut]

The Whole Damn World, And More(Current!Axl Rose x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Axl Rose

Come Here Often?(Drunk!Duff McKagan x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet-Duff McKagan

Best Served Cold(Izzy Stradlin x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Izzy Stradlin

NSFW Alphabet-Slash Hudson

They’ve Got Nothing On You(Steven Adler x Jealous!Reader)

NSFW Alphabet-Steven Adler

Hanoi Rocks

NSFW Alphabet-Andy McCoy

Watching Sunsets(Jan Stenfors/Nasty Suicide)x Male!Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Jan Stenfors/Nasty Suicide

NSFW Alphabet-Michael Monroe

NSFW Alphabet-Razzle Dingley

NSFW Alphabet-Sami Yaffa

Iron Maiden

NSFW Alphabet-Nicko McBrain

Johnny Thunders/New York Dolls

NSFW Alphabet-Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

KISS

NSFW Alphabet-Ace Frehley

NSFW Alphabet-Eric Carr

Marilyn Manson

Sleepy(Jealous!Marilyn Manson x Reader)

Knock Em’ Dead(Marilyn Manson x Drag Queen!Reader)

Black Rose Blitz(Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader)[Smut]

Teaching You A Lesson(Marilyn Manson x Reader)[Smut]

Double Time(Marilyn Manson x Reader x Twiggy Ramirez)

NSFW Alphabet-Marilyn Manson

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Pretty Little Pin-Up Girl(John 5 x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Daisy Berkowitz

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

3 Deep Breaths(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)

Leave You Low(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)[Smut]

Needy(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Twiggy Ramirez

Dating Twiggy Ramirez Would Include

Metallica

NSFW Alphabet-Lars Ulrich

Mötley Crüe

NSFW Alphabet-Mick Mars

Vodka-Flavored Kisses and Cookies(The Dirt! Mick Mars x Reader)

You’re The Only One(Insecure!Mick Mars x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Nikki Sixx

NSFW Alphabet-Tommy Lee

Pushing You To The Limit(Tommy Lee x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Vince Neil

Nine Inch Nails

NSFW Alphabet-Trent Reznor

Ramones

NSFW Alphabet-Joey Ramone

Skid Row

NSFW Alphabet-Rachel Bolan

Slipknot

Tour Life, Baby(Joey Jordison x Reader)

Dating Sid Wilson Would Include

[stradlingmrstradlin]

So I enjoy writing and I this is the first story that I wrote with the intent of being posted. Constructive criticism is always welcome ♥️

Here's the story

Steven x Duff

Reader x Izzy

(No warnings, maybe swearwords if that counts, also I don't promote underage drinking)

I think I managed to stay gender-neutral

Words: 2794

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You were on a road trip with the guys, how did you end up here? Oh well, you've known the guys for a few years as you were good friends with Steven since you were kids, but you had a falling out because he moved around quite a lot and your family did too.

When you were 14 your family moved to Seattle and stayed there for 4 years. In those years you met a blond-haired dude whose name was Michael or as you and a few other people called him, Duff. You and Duff met at a corner store when you were 15 and tried to steal a bottle of vodka. Duff was also lurking around the alcohol section, also probably trying to steal some alcoholic beverage.

But he was, according to the store manager, a suspicious punk guy...so he got kicked out before even getting his hands on anything. You felt bad for him so after sliding a bottle in the inside pocket of your denim jacket and throwing a wink and a charming smile towards the cashier you walked out.

So there you were at eighteen having to say goodbye to Duff because your family was moving away... again but now to Ireland. You had a huge argument with your family about always moving and you losing all of your friends because of them so you made a decision, to run away. Ok, I know that's a stupid idea because how the fuck will you survive on your own?

Your family was well off so you decided to take a bit of money with you, they probably wouldn't even notice.

You lived in quite a few places after that, from the back alley of the theater to Duff's place, his family loved you so it was ok. When Duff decided to move to LA to pursue his dream of being in a band you of course followed him.

You moved into a small one-room apartment together, but it was great. Living with Duff is fun. But he always moved stuff on the top shelf to mess with you, and also money was tight. You guys both worked a lot but it was alright.

He joined a few bands and played a few gigs in shitty bars but none of them worked out. You played guitar so you tried but it was the same with you, never being able to keep a band together for more than a month. Also being a girl didn't help, because many bands thought that it'll ruin their image if a girl is in the band.

Eventually, he put an ad in the paper looking for a band and that's how he met the other guys. You were super surprised to see Steven there but also happy to see him. Also, you remembered Slash from meeting him with Steven maybe a couple of times. The only new people were the two boys, who, as you later found out were from Indiana. The one who looked a bit like Johnny Thunders was hot, but you ignored that fact for now.

The first thing you noticed between your two blond friends was a bit of jealousy, at first you thought maybe they liked you and were jealous of each other, but after a while, even before they knew it, you caught onto the real reason. They didn't like you, at least not romantically, they liked each other. But for about four years they didn't act in their feelings...(later on about that)

Eventually, in 1985 they formed Guns N Roses. The guys liked you, and Axl tried to fuck you, but after a big smack on the head and an angry talking to by Duff he quickly forgot that idea.

So now in 1988 here you were sitting in the back of a van, that Izzy was driving because he was the only sober one...today. Tomorrow probably you'll have to drive.

Your pov.

We were in the car for about twenty minutes and everything was calm...for now. Led Zeppelin was coming from the radio and Axl was softly singing along, in the front seat and Izzy was driving. Duff sipping something from a bottle, probably something alcoholic, and slowly falling asleep and leaning on Steven's shoulder. Steve was smiling per usual, but if possible his smile got even bigger when Duff's head landed on his shoulder. But as all good things come to an end, the comfortable silence got broken.

"I have to pee!" Steven suddenly yelled out, causing Duff to lift his head off of Steven's shoulder and look around in confusion. "The fuck is going on?"

Axl just grumbled "Steven is a fucking baby and can't go and use the toilet before road trips...no he has to use them when we are in the middle of a fucking highways"

Slash snorted at Axl's response but didn't say anything as he didn't want to get into this argument, surprising.

Can't the guys stay still for one second?

"Izzy, can you please stop the car at the next rest stop?" I asked, as kindly as possible not wanting to further upset Rosie and listen to him throwing a temper tantrum for the next hour or so, he's annoying sometimes.

Anyways we stopped at the next stop, and Steven almost ran to the restroom. I switched places with Axl because he was tired and wanted to sit in the back, so he could stretch out a bit. Now Axl was sitting next to Slash, and Steven came back jumping in next to Duff. We're on the road again.

"Can I switch the music?" Izzy looked at me with almost puppy dog eyes, well I didn't think that was possible.

"Of course, what do you have in mind?"I replied almost laughing because of the face he was making

"Maybe Hanoi Rocks?" He again looked at me with the same stupid face.

"Fine, just stop making that face because I'll probably die from laughter" At this point, I just straight up burst out laughing and he just threw a cute lil smile my way. I was super proud of myself because I made THE Izzy Stradlin laugh.

A little background on me and Izzy. When we first met I ignored that he was hot because I didn't want to mess anything up for Duff with the band, but in the next two years that feeling grew from "oh, he's hot" to "I want to fuck him". No, we never fucked, but at a party in 87' we had a really hot make-out session which was sadly ended by a drunk Slash passing out on top of me...that was a wild party. There were no awkward feelings between us but we never took it further either. We sometimes cuddled and kissed when we needed human contact but nothing else. I always wanted more, but Izzy...Izzy is a mysterious guy, hard to figure out, the only person who somewhat is able to figure him out is Axl...but you don't go to Axl asking for advice, because Axl's advice is usually bad advice.

..My thoughts were interrupted by the opening cords for Don't You Ever Leave Me, which's one of my favorite songs. Izzy glanced at me and seconds later we were quietly singing because we didn't want to disturb our four friends who were asleep in the back. Axl and Slash were leaning on each other and Axl's face was barely visible because of Slash's hair. Duff was leaning on a window and Steve was cuddled up to him.

As I was looking at my friends when Iz asked me a question "When do you think they'll realize that they like each other because you have to be an idiot to not realize it, I mean Steven always smiles around Duff, and Duff is so cuddly with steven?" Oh boy, the problem was, that our friends were indeed stupid, at least on the topic of love. "I don't know Iz, they are after all a bit ignorant when it comes to love" As I said this I saw something in Izzy's face change, but I couldn't identify it because it was gone pretty soon. After that we didn't talk much, only glancing at each other a few times but it wasn't uncomfortable or anything, we just didn't have anything else to say out loud.

However, my thoughts were really loud... Ignorant with love? That sounds like us, maybe after all Duff and Stevie weren't the only stupid ones.

...It was around 6 pm when we got to our destination, a fairly large cabin up in the hills, between a shit ton of trees. Nice, finally we can rest without reporters, fans, and annoying paparazzi asking about the private life of the guys.

Everyone had their own room as nobody really wanted to share, we specifically looked for a cabin with 6 rooms, we love each other but sharing a room is annoying. In the beginning, when we didn't have much I shared rooms with probably all of the guys.

Axl is an annoying little fucker, he kicked me in his dream a lot of times, my back hurt a lot after. Slash is nice, he let me have my own space on the small bed we slept on and didn't bother me, well he accidentally woke me up when he fell off the bed, but that sucks for him, not me. Steven and Duff both love cuddles, Steven almost suffocated me once but other than that it's nice sleeping next to them. Izzy...He doesn't hug you or cuddle up to you when you're going to sleep but somehow you always wake up tangled together.

After we brought up our luggage to our assigned rooms Slash had the awesome idea to watch a film. Steven wanted to watch something funny but Axl quickly told him to fuck off.

"Axl, that's very rude" Duff quickly came to the help of Steven. "Yeah, well I ain't watching some shitty comedy, that's for pussies" ..Axl is an asshole sometimes

Slash had enough of arguing and just put on a horror movie and told everyone to shut up and watch the movie.

Halfway through, Steven was cuddled up to Duff, hiding in his chest.

Axl laughed every time someone died, and Slash always shushed him.

Outside pov.

As the movie went on Steven was buried under his hair, two blankets, and most importantly to him, in Duff's arms. How can they be so stupid? Not noticing something that's there?

But they weren't the only stupid ones, no there was a black-haired boy, and you. Also stupid... too stupid in love to notice what's there.

After the movie ended you made food for the guys. Duff decided to help, as the others were pretty incapable of cooking or didn't want to help.

Your pov.

"You know y/n you're blind for not noticing how Izzy looks at you." Duff stated bluntly. "Well McKagan then you're pretty blind for not noticing how Steven looks at you"

"What do you mean?" He asked with...hope? His eyes got wider and you could hear his voice shake a bit.

"Duff, are you serious? Steven likes you, he always tries to be close to you, looks at all the groupies you fuck with so much anger in his eyes, I never thought he could be so angry. And don't think I don't see you staring at him all day" I said with a sweet smile on my face.

"I don't get it y/n..he..he likes me?"

"Yes Duff, he does, he really does, so please don't mess this up, promise me you'll talk to him while we're here"

I really hope he'll talk to him because it's probably eating them up from the inside to keep these feelings locked away.

"But! Y/n, you should talk to Izzy too, you have something between the two of you" Duff looked at me with pleading eyes

"Duff, things are complicated, we.... well, we know about each other's feelings but, I don't know, I guess we're just too afraid to fuck it up"

I don't know about his feelings, to be honest, but I'm definitely scared to fuck up because I really like him. For a time I never thought I'd be able to love someone, and I know that's a strong word to use, but when he came along, stuff changed.

By the time we were done cooking the guys were all hungry and basically ran to the kitchen, I was really conflicted inside from our conversation with Duff. Should I mention it to Iz? Probably should. Whatever, I'll think about it later.

Night came around and everyone retreated to their own rooms to sleep, or in my case think.

Outside pov.

Slash and Axl were fast asleep in their rooms, but the others weren't.

Duff was sitting in the kitchen, head in his hands muttering to himself about being a coward and stupid. Steven however noticed someone downstairs and when he saw Duff and what he was muttering to himself he got sad. How could this perfect human being think that he's stupid? He tiptoed behind him and pulled Duff in his arms from behind. Duff was sitting so the back of his head was pressed into stevens chest. At first, Duff was scared but as soon as he smelled the familiar and calming scent of Steven he instantly felt comfortable, like he was at home. Steven turned Duff around and carefully put his fingers under the taller man's chin and leaned down to press a love-filled kiss onto his lips. At this moment both of them understood everything without words. Duff stood up hugging Steven and lifting him up to take him to his room. They didn't do anything else besides cuddling and a lot of kisses, but both of them felt safe and eventually, they fell asleep with Duff on his back pulling Steven close to him, almost on top of him. This is how they'll be found when you walked into Duff's room in the morning to tell him something.

What was that something?

Well after a lot of thinking you got up and went to Izzy's room. It's now or never you though.

Your pov.

My fingers softly collided with the wooden door and a rustling noise inside told me that Izzy heard it. This seemed like a really bad idea all of a sudden. Well, can't do anything about it now.

A soft "Who's there" could be heard from inside the room "Just me, can we talk?" I replied really quietly wondering if he heard me.  "Yeah, come in"

"Iz, look I'm going to tell you something, ok? Please don't interrupt me."

"Alright"

"So you know when we met, I immediately found you extremely hot. Well, those feelings grew a lot since then, and when we kissed at the party, it just, felt so...right? I know you'll probably tell me that you were just drunk all of the times you kissed me, or just felt lonely. But Iz, I like you, a lot." Silence, that's all, he said nothing. Just staring at me with his signature poker face.

"I knew it, sorry for disturbing  you, I'll just go now, forget it please!"

As I turned to walk away he grabbed my arms and pulled me back into a hug that soon turned into a kiss. When I opened my eyes again we were cuddling on his bed. This is where I felt home, felt alright, in his arms.

"I'm sorry for not responding love, it was just shocking to hear that you liked me. I thought you kissed me all those times just to anger Duff or Axl. I guess I just never thought you'd want to be with a junkie " Izzy whispered looking down at his arms sadly

"You thought wrong Iz, I don't give a fuck about what you do, well yes I don't like you doing drugs, but also you can get over that and to me you are perfect" 

"Maybe it's too soon to say, but I love you y/n, I really do."

"I love you too Iz"

Outside pov.

Maybe they weren't so stupid after all, just scared of their feelings. The two blond boys, who understood each other without words. Izzy and you, on the other hand, needed words to understand each other fully.

But what matters is that in the end, everything was alright.

[rockthingsbymeg]

Christmas bonsai

Guns N’ Roses Christmas special - fic no. 4

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x fem!reader

Summary: based of the prompt - “A being sad when they weren't able to buy a real tree to decorate for Christmas so B buys a little bonsai tree for them to decorate, even though it's only a foot tall .”

Info: Fluff, 5 seconds of very light angst; 1252 words; typical Christmas stuff;

A/N: I know Christmas is gone but I still wanna post these fics, and I’ll be posting them for a while... bare with me :)

“Y/N, it's me!” Were Duff's words as he walked inside Y/N's small apartment. He rubbed his hands together and shivered slightly before disposing his long coat on the nearly-broken rack, peeking into the living room.

The TV was on and Y/N sat on the small, incredibly stained couch that rested in the center of the room, one of her records playing in the background, low enough that she could keep the focus on her book. However, her attention was not on it either way.

She had turned her head to the door so she could give Duff a smile when he looked inside, but then her eyes darted to an empty corner of the room.

As the blonde she'd his boots as well and took a place near her on the couch, he too looked at that spot, although he didn’t understand what they were supposed to be seeing.

“What are ya looking at?” His brows furrowed as he looked at her and noticed the small frown on her face, his hands moving to lift the blanket she had wrapped over her so he could cover himself as well.

“Back home, the Christmas tree used to stay in that corner of the room.” Her attention remained on the tree only for a few more seconds and then it was on Duff, allowing him to see the sadness in her eyes.

“Oh...” Duff did his best to make his smile comforting, but he never thought he could be of much comfort to her. He knew how much Christmas meant to her, and all the traditions that came with it, so it became clear to him while she looked so upset. “I'm sorry... maybe next year you can gather enough money to get yourself one.” His hand came up to gently rub her knee.

Y/N nodded with a small smile on her lips. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Anyone could tell she was not convinced or soothed by Duff's words. He knew how she felt, he knew what it was like not to have money to afford the same things you had when you lived with your parents and he knew how much it hurt at times. As Y/N leaned over to get a small ticket that she used to mark the pages of the book, Duff's mind was already working quickly to come up with some way to get her a tree.

[...]

Y/N was busying herself around the kitchen, making herself and her friends some Christmas cookies, since they'd all be spending Christmas Eve at her place. She didn’t have much money, neither did they and so it was a mutual understanding that decorated cookies was as far as they'd be able to go with typical food.

She was just putting the last batch in the oven, closing it, and tightening her sweater around herself, when the doorbell rang.

She frowned a bit, considering no one actually rang when they came over and peeked through the peephole. All she could see was a blurry green shape, like leaves, and stems and her frown deepened as she opened the door, looking up at Duff before her eyes fell on the small bonsai tree in her hand.

“Hey, Y/N.” Duff smiled over the branches, quickly walking into her house and leaning against the wall, pulling his snow-covered boots off with his feet before he made his way into the open kitchen/living room space. “What are you makin’? Man, it smells awesome...” His loud stomach could be heard even over his voice as he set the tree down on the coffee table.

Only then Y/N took notice of the small plastic bag in his arm, that he also set down near the tree, before he turned to her, smile so wide it tugged a smile on her own lips.

“I'm makin' cookies. We're all broke, but I can still afford ingredients to make those.” She had walked up to him, fingers delicately touching the leaves of the tree, eyes examining it and the bag. “What the hell is all this?”

“This,” Duff’s smile widened even more, clearly proud of whatever plan he'd come up with this time. “Is your very own Christmas tree. Or rather, Christmas bonsai.”

Y/N stared at the tree one more time. Its branches were small, a very deep brown, with deep green leaves all around. Its large roots twisted a little above the soil before disappearing into the dirt, and it was twisted in a weird shape, even for a bonsai. Her eyes then turned to Duff, who had his large red and black trench coat on, the only coat he owned that could remotely help him during the cold, and it was covered in small bits of snow. His cheeks and nose were bright pink, most likely from the cold, and his usually pink lips had a darker shade, too close to purple. They also had little cracks all over, and instead of making them seem less appealing, everything made Y/N want to kiss Duff even more.

“Duff, this is...” She caressed the leaves one more time with the tip of her fingers, her smile growing wider as the gesture began to settle into her heart, and the sight tugged at Duff's heartstrings. “You didn't have to...”

His soft chuckle rang inside her head as he hugged her sideways, taking the plastic bag in his hand and extending it to her. “I know I didn’t. I wanted to.” He watched as Y/N took the bag in her hands and peeked inside, her eyes falling on the small, transparent box of small red, glittery Christmas balls. “You can decorate it. I don’t think ya can put all of those without breaking the tree, but at least some of ‘em...”

Y/N was speechless at the whole gesture. It was so sweet, so caring, and it warmed her heart to the point where she could barely feel the cold that slipped inside her apartment. Her whole body was warm, and it only got warmer as she turned and hugged Duff tight, mumbling a soft, truthful thank you and closing her eyes, inhaling his pine scent.

Duff hugged her back just as tight, leaning down as best as he could to press a kiss to the crown of her head, and smiled against her, he too inhaling her scent, rubbing one hand up and down her back. “You’re welcome, love...”

[...]

Later that night, when the band, Y/N, and some other friends of theirs all pulled in her living room, Y/N smiled happily every time she looked at the tree. She had spent a little while decorating it with Duff, then just hung out until her cookies were ready. As they talked, they accidentally ended up eating a whole batch, and so Duff was adamant in making a new one to compensate, which Y/N didn't complain in the slightest.

As people began showing up, later on, she had barely left Duff's side. His arm was constantly around her, either around her shoulders or her waist, and everyone could tell something between them was different, in the best way possible.

Her holidays had gone from shit to amazing really fast, and it was all thanks to Duff. She had thanked her lucky stars for whatever put him into her life, and from that day on, she would thank them every day, thankful for the little Christmas miracle that had happened thanks to him.

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[petals-and-bullets]

Spirits IV

Pairing: ? x Reader

Word count: 753 words

Info: Please read the previous parts before this fic! You can find it here, on the Spirits Masterpost, alongside all moodboards currently made! Maybe William and Jeff were bad influences on you. But maybe you wanted to let them be bad influences. Especially when you found yourself in LA.

A/N: This is another experimental piece; it’s an AU - everything is the same, albeit the fact that everyone has wings and can transform into birds. I will be answering questions in my ask box if anyone has any (please do send some in, it can help me clear up the lore a little better in my own mind while I’m writing!). I hope you enjoy it, and please do give me any feedback you have! (Also, hi! She's back!)

Tag List: @dustnbones @ubernoxa @star–wolf @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz @littlemisscare-all

You’d only been walking around the streets of LA for around a half hour, and you already regretted not bringing a coat with you. It was pretty much near freezing, and you didn’t know how long it would take before your teeth started chattering. After a moment, you wrapped your wings around you as tight as you could in a last desperate attempt to keep yourself warm, only to come to the conclusion that unless you found somewhere warm to recoup, you’d have to turn back around and return home.

Something you did not want to do.

You could only imagine the screaming argument you’d walk into; Axl yelling at Izzy for lying to you, Izzy stood calmly, as if nothing affected him, only to turn to face you with a pleading glance for help.

“Not this time, Isbell,” you muttered to yourself, before you perked up at the bright light shining through the window of a coffee shop. It was small, sure, but you could’ve given less than two damns at that point. Picking up the pace, you practically fell against the door, only to stop and straighten yourself as the small number of patrons turned to look at you with suspicious glares. The tall blonde behind the counter seemed to be the only friendly face, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you made your way towards him.

“Seems like you got hit by the bad weather too, huh?” He chirped, and you nodded as you took in his appearance – his hair was dyed a bright, nearly neon blue, as if it were an attempt to attract a viewer’s attention from the mass of feathers at his back. Featherdown. Christ, this guy – this giant – had yet to lose his featherdown, and yet was stood in the middle of a coffee shop, seemingly having his shit together.

You envied him.

After a moment, you blinked again and realised that he was waiting patiently for your response to his question, as well as your order, and you cleared your throat again before you finally pulled your gaze from his hair and to the board hanging above his head. Despite scrutinising the words decorating the board, explaining the different types of coffees, you were unable to prevent your mind from wandering back to Izzy. He always took his coffee black, unless you could spare a little honey – or rather, half a bottle of it – and he always had to have the most specific type of coffee bean that you could only find in one shop in LA. Coffee, especially for Izzy, was a luxury you both could barely afford.

“… You look like you need something more than a coffee,” Featherdown Guy spoke up again, and your eyes moved back to him, his lips curled in a smile that showed his teeth, and yet seemed to succeed in being non-threatening.

“I guess you’re… Right. I didn’t actually plan on getting anything when I first came out,” you eventually admitted, and he hummed thoughtfully as he bent to rest his arms on the counter, one hand holding his chin up. You almost laughed at how innocent the man looked, as if he didn’t quite suit the aura of punk that he tried to emit. Eventually, you let out a soft laugh and shook your head, waving a hand.

“You know what? You make me what you think is best for the current situation I’m in.”

At the offer, his eyes lit up and he pushed off the counter, his wings flapping a little.

“Really?”

“… Yeah. Go wild.”

At the concept of being able to make his own drink with some form of freedom, Featherdown Guy immediately set to work, turning as he busied himself with the instruments required to make the coffee – you could’ve sworn you saw him pour three espressos into one tiny cup – but you merely stood and waited for the maestro to finish his masterpiece. Once he turned round with a flourish and presented the cup of steaming liquid, you glanced at him before sliding some notes across the counter before you took the cup. The scent of coffee was… strong, but you merely shrugged and took the first sip.

Featherdown Guy’s face lit up as you nodded your approval, licking some froth off your upper lip. The light vanilla notes worked well to dull the sharpness of the coffee, and you were unable to stop yourself from taking another sip before you pursed your lips.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Duff. Duff McKagan.”