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yeah i don’t think you understand how much this old man means to me

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Duff 🚲

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Duff McKagan sits down to answer fan questions in latest YouTube video!

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[thesmokingguns]

Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.

But tonight you wanted to be held.

Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.

Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.

Carefully , you moved to him.

As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.

You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.

Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.

The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.

His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.

Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.

“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.

He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.

Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.

“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.

Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.

He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.

“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.

And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.

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FINISHED SKETCH: 'A curious yard cat watches the N2 as he waited in a siding...'

Heh, just a cutesy scenario I thought of with Ryan and a cat 😊

[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Izzy Stradlin Chest Appreciation Day

Forgive me for objectifying you, Izzy. I love your mind and your talent too. I swear I'm not just after your body! I just can't help myself. You're so damn sexy.

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Axl Rose, 2023, Abu Dhabi.

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The General - Official Video - Guns N' Roses

Any thoughts about this video, GNR fans?

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Walking Tall (slash)

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Request: Slash has a tall girlfriend who is insecure about her height. @xximaginesqrcodexx

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Y/N’s POV

I have always been significantly taller than my peers due to my long legs.

Slash is only two inches taller than me, so I always tower over him whenever I’m wearing heels.

Along with people telling me I should play basketball or model, there’s people that make fun of me for this. It’s something I can’t control. It’s not like I can shrink myself down or make him taller.

It’s never bothered him than I’m taller than him in heels. He’s never made me feel less than because of it.

Tonight we have a red carpet event to go to, and I dread it because it means I have to wear heels.

I sigh as I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom after coming back from finding a dress to wear.

When I enter the room, Slash is sitting on the edge of our bed with a box in his hand. It’s a shoebox with a white bow tied around it.

“What’s this?” I smile, sitting next to him. He grins, sliding the box towards me.

“Open it.”

I open the box to find a beautiful pair of heels inside. They’re at least 4 inches tall, much taller than I would normally wear given my height. I frown without even realizing it.

“You don’t seem thrilled.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you not like them?”

“I love them.” I put my hand over his and peck him on the lips gently. “I just would look ridiculous in them. I’d be way taller than you.”

He looks at me with a smile. “You know that has never bothered me.

“It bothers me. And the tabloids, apparently.” I look down at the beautiful pair of shoes in my lap.

“I think you’d look beautiful in them. Don’t listen to what they say. They’re just trying to get a rise out of you.” His thumb rubs against my arms as he speaks, the most caring look in his eyes.

“I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you wear them, and if you feel uncomfortable just take them off and put on a backup pair. How about that?” He brushes my hair out of my eyes.

“I guess I can try. Thank you.” Our noses brush together briefly before our lips connect again.

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“See, I told you. You’re the most beautiful girl here.” He whispers in my ear as we walk down the red carpet. I blush as his guitar-worn hands grip mine tightly.

We reach the press asking everyone questions. A female reporter stops and looks at me, looking down to my shoes. Oh no. My anxiety rises and I feel my hands trembling.

“I love your shoes! They look great on you.” She says. I sigh out of relief.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile at her and we continue on.

Slash looks at me with a told-you-so smile and winks.

I can always count on him to pull me out of my own head.

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Slash n' Axl 80's 🎤🌹🎩🎸🔫🌹

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♡slut♡

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The Exorcist w/ Izzy Stradlin

MINORS DNI 18+

Izzy spits into my pussy, two of his long fingers pushing into my already soaked entrance as I bite the back of my hand, pushing his head down under the leather jacket he threw over my lap as a makeshift blanket so no one can see the way he's feasting on me.

I’m spread open, my legs over his shoulder, my ass at the edge of the fake velvet movie theater seating as The Exorcist plays for the midnight showing.

The local theater does a lead up to Halloween, playing all the classic horror movies for midnight showings and we've been going to all of them.

Tonight, after a late dinner, Izzy walked us into the back row, his mouth on mine as we made out more than watched the movie. Until he had said fuck it, looking around at the mostly empty theater, dropping to his knees in front of me so that he can taste me.

I was already dripping for him before he even lowered his lips to the swollen bud of my clitoris. My body vibrating with the need for him that couldn’t be contained.

“Fuck.” his curse word is dirty and delicious and the way he swears with pleasure as he eats me out makes me heat up all over. The way he wants me drives me so crazy. He wants me without caring how it looks. He doesn’t care who sees how the love we share consumes him like a drug.

I’m his favorite addiction and he won’t be kicking the habit of me anytime soon.

“Fuck me with your tongue.” His fingers curl upward, tapping like he knows morse code as my knees strangle his neck.

What a hell of a way to kill him. Would it be from suffocation from my legs or accidental drowning on my wet pussy?

I should know better than to tell him what to do but I can’t help myself.

“Izzy.” He pulls away, the wet sounds that his fingers are making as his other hand comes up to his lips in a silent hush sound. Apparently you can’t be loud when your boyfriend goes down on you in a theater.

Guess that's something you oughta know or whatever Alanis Morisette said.

His fingers slide out of me, pushing small circles around my clit as his tongue drags wet strokes over my slit, teasing my entrance as I think about how I’m rocking against his face, the chair under me squeaking like it’s going to break from the way I’m pushing it. At least I’ll have a soft landing on his face.

The tip of his tongue prods me as his hand slides around  my thighs before he pulls me forward, more on his face than the chair now.

“IZZY!” I scream his name as his tongue slips fully inside me, two fingers moving up and down on my clit. My orgasm overtaking any sense that I might have had.

I’m chasing my pleasure as his fingers that had been rubbing my clit are shoved into my mouth as a makeshift gag. The salty musk of my own body fills my senses as I moan around the digits. Izzy still tongue fucking me as Linda Blair throws up what looks like pea soup on camera.

The leather jacket falls to the ground and I grip Izzy’s hair. I can cum again. The feeling of a second orgasm is right there and Izzy is chasing that high with me.

I moan loudly, mouth loosening around his fingers as his eyes shoot up to catch sight of my hooded lust filled gaze downward. He wants to taste me cumming again. I can see the way he is waiting or it.

My back arches off the chair and I’m cumming again, spasming as he presses a hand against my stomach and holding me like I’m the one having an exorcism performed.

Izzy wipes his mouth as he slides into his seat, picking up a piece of popcorn and pushing the wet fingers and salty food in his mouth with an exaggerated moan as I try to remember how to breathe.

“Delicious.” I look next  to me, the way he gives me a smirk like he didn’t just try to suck the soul out of me through my pussy has me shaking  my head.

Reaching for my hand he presses it to the front of his black jeans, letting me rub up and down against the erection that is straining in his pants.

He’s so fucking hard for me, wants me so much that there is a wet spot from where his precum has been leaking out as he went down on me.

I should drop to my knees and go down on him in the theater but I’m greedy.

My hand pulls down his zipper, stroking his hard cock lazily as he watches the way my hand goes up and down, thumb rubbing over the wet head sucking on the salty precum that I collected before I’m sliding on his lap. My back is flush with his front as I lower myself onto his cock.

Izzy’s hand is on my hip, holding me as I seat myself against him, filling myself with his hard length, rolling my hips to get a tighter fit.

Leaning forward, my hands are on the seat in front of me, bracing myself as I rise and fall, riding him as the movie plays. Izzy watched me instead of what we paid to see, seeing where we we’re connected. Watching the way my hungry pussy creams against his cock , making a mess and sounds that people can definitely hear as I ride him.

“Naughty girl.” He grips my hair, hand snaking around my stomach as he tops me from the bottom, pushing himself in me as he rides me, just holding me along for the ride, “I can feel your greedy cunt trying to cum again. You want me to drain my balls in this tight little cunt, don’t you pretty darling?” I nod, overly sensitive from the two orgasms he’s already delivered to me. “Ask nicely and I’ll fill you with my cum, darling.” His breath is warm against my ear.

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to make my mouth move or how to form words but I need to please him more than anything. All I want is to make him happy.

“Please, Izzy. I want your cum.” His hand slaps my pussy, the sound lewd and loud as I buck. The hot wave of my orgasm washing over me.

“Good girl, darling. SO fucking hot squeezing around me.” His breath comes out in puffs as he groans out, fucking me on the squeaking chair until his cum is filling e, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fills me with hot swirls of his seed.

The sound he makes as he breathes in my air, trying to catch his breath after having fucked me makes me shiver.

“Need to get you home, pretty darling. I need more of you.” He helps me stand up as my legs trembled, “I’m going to have you holding on to me for dear life when we get home. Let you scratch my backup as you try to get a grip. But you’ll be my good little fuck doll, won’t you darling?” he kisses my temple as he zips his pants up, picking up the popcorn and grabbing my hand, leading us towards the exit.

I’ll be the best fuck doll for him.

My cheeks burn as we take what feels like the walk of shame through the theater but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.