I Feel Like Late 80s/early 90s Duff Mckagan Would Totally Start Out Slow With You And Maybe Even Be Kinda

i LOVE when he uses his hair like that

Steven and Duff♡ ; fav blonde duo really

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Day 26: Overstimulation

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

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

Kinktober

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. 

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Dating a member of Guns n Roses… - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he’d wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he’s exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he’s fucked up on something he’ll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he’s wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn’t happen much, although when you’re both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don’t see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn’t you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it’d be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you’d hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn’t matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who’d talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you’d join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you’re his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he’s a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he’s all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you’re cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn’t scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he’d fuck up in someway or you, you’d talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you’d be fine though

Slash wasn’t the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn’t hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it’d be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn’t on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you’re comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you’d always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you’d end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn’t have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he’d have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you’d turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you’d take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it’s was all healthy

a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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