My Reaction While I Was Watching That Interview Of Axl And He’s Talking About How Much He Loves Orgasms:

I would let 1991 Axl Rose do unspeakable things to me.

"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.

I promise someone wants to read it.

(this one was always my fav <3)

had to come back here to wish a happy birthday to my favourite bassist <3

(celebrating by posting (and reposting) my favourite Duff photos <3)

𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔡

requested! not amazing at writing vampire stuff but i did my best lol

☾axl’s always been hungry for you—but tonight, it’s something deeper, darker. and he’s not holding back☽

☾warnings: nsfw (knife play, blood kink, biting, dominance/submission, restraint, power play, rough sex, teasing, degradation/praise, slight pain kink), vampire themes (blood drinking, supernatural strength), general intensity☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the candlelight flickers, casting deep shadows against the walls as axl circles you, eyes dark with hunger. he looks otherworldly in the dim glow—his red hair spilling over his shoulders, his pupils blown wide, fangs just barely visible behind parted lips.

"you know what i love most about you?" he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous. his fingers trail up your arm, featherlight, before curling around your wrist in a slow, deliberate grip.

you shiver, anticipation curling in your stomach. "what’s that?"

he grins, sharp and predatory. "how fucking good you look in red."

before you can respond, he brings a gleaming knife up to your skin, the cold steel kissing the side of your throat. your breath hitches. the blade doesn't cut—not yet—but the threat lingers, making your pulse hammer against your ribs.

axl hums, watching your reaction like a cat toying with its prey. "so fragile," he murmurs, pressing the flat of the blade against your collarbone, dragging it down slowly. "so warm. i can smell your heartbeat."

his free hand grips your chin, tilting your head just enough to expose the soft, vulnerable skin of your neck. his breath is cool against your throat, sending a shudder down your spine.

"axl," you whisper, but it's not a protest. it's a plea.

his smirk deepens. "you want it, don’t you?"

you don’t answer—not with words. instead, you let your head loll back, baring yourself to him, offering.

that’s all it takes.

he growls low in his throat, a sound vibrating with possession and need, before the knife finally bites—just enough to let a thin, crimson line bead along your skin. his tongue is on you in an instant, warm and wet, lapping up the blood with a deep, satisfied moan.

"fuck," he groans, eyes fluttering shut. "you taste divine."

his control is slipping—you can feel it. his grip tightens, his body pressing against yours, pinning you beneath him as he lets the hunger take over.

his lips crash against yours, stained red, and you taste yourself on his tongue. he kisses you deep, claiming, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"mine," he growls against your mouth. "every inch of you."

you whimper, arching into him as he pushes you down, the knife now abandoned in favor of his fingers tearing at your clothes.

"gonna fuck you 'til you're shaking," he mutters, voice dripping with sin. "gonna have you screaming my name—" he leans in, lips brushing the fresh mark on your neck. "—and begging me to drink from you again."

he doesn’t wait for permission. he already knows the answer.

axl’s hands are everywhere at once—pinning your wrists above your head, sliding over your body like he owns it (because he does), nails digging in just enough to sting. he’s strong enough to hold you down with just one hand, but that’s not enough for him. he wants you to struggle.

“you’re so fuckin’ weak,” he mutters against your throat, voice thick with condescension and something darker. his fingers tighten around your wrists. “not a damn thing you can do to stop me, huh?”

you shiver beneath him, your breath coming out in soft, needy gasps.

“no,” you whisper, and it’s all the permission he needs.

his free hand trails down your body, teasing, toying with you as his lips brush over the fresh, thin cut along your throat. he hums, licking at the wound slowly, savoring the taste like a fine wine.

“fuck, i love this,” he groans, sucking at the wound hard enough to leave a mark. “love the way you taste. could drink from you all fuckin’ night.”

you whimper, bucking your hips up against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

he chuckles darkly. “so needy,” he muses, sliding his hand between your thighs. he barely grazes your heat, fingertips just ghosting over you. “you like when i take my time, huh? like bein’ teased?”

“no,” you pant, but he just smirks.

“liar.”

he finally—finally—slides his fingers against you, pressing just enough to make you squirm. you’re already soaked, and he groans at the realization, his fangs grazing your pulse point.

“all this for me?” he taunts, slipping one finger inside you, then another, stretching you slowly. “such a good fuckin’ pet for me. always so ready.”

you moan, tugging at his grip, but he holds you firm, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them just right.

“that’s it,” he coaxes, lips tracing over your jaw. “let me hear you, baby.”

he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and purposeful, drawing out every little sound he can. but it’s not enough. you know it, he knows it.

you whine his name, rocking your hips against his hand, and axl just grins.

“so greedy,” he murmurs. “you want more?”

“yes,” you plead.

his smirk darkens. “then fuckin’ take it.”

he pulls his fingers from you and replaces them with something much, much better. he presses into you in one slow, deep thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“fuck,” he growls, dropping his head against your neck as he bottoms out. “so tight. you take me so fuckin’ well.”

he doesn’t move at first—just lets you feel all of him, lets you squirm against his hold, desperate for more. and then, without warning, he snaps his hips forward, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm.

you cry out, body jolting with every thrust, but axl doesn’t ease up. he fucks you like he’s trying to ruin you, like he’s trying to carve himself into you from the inside out.

his grip on your wrists tightens as he growls, “who do you belong to, huh?”

“y-you,” you stammer.

he snarls, sinking his fangs into your throat as he thrusts even deeper. the sharp sting mixes with the overwhelming pleasure, sending white-hot heat coursing through your veins.

“good fuckin’ pet,” he praises, licking over the fresh bite. “so perfect for me. so fuckin’ mine.”

his hand snakes between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, desperate circles against your clit. you’re close—so fucking close—and he knows it.

“come for me,” he commands, voice rough, desperate. “let me feel it.”

and you do. you shatter beneath him, your entire body tensing as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

but axl’s not done.

he keeps thrusting, fucking you through it, dragging out every little tremor and gasp until you’re begging him for mercy.

“too much,” you whimper.

he just laughs, his breath hot against your skin. “nah, baby. you can take it.”

and he doesn’t stop—not until he’s spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan, his fangs sinking into your shoulder one last time as he rides out his own high.

when he finally collapses against you, both of you trembling, he presses lazy kisses to your neck, nipping at the bruises he’s left behind.

“told you,” he murmurs against your skin. “you look so good in red.”

i love sweaty hot old men

i need to take her spot

someone write a fanfic based off this video pls

ugh! i cant deal with homework right now i have daydreaming about my favourite rockstar to do!

Phone call

Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 475

Requested by @beebemarie : I really loved Phone Call w/ Slash...any chance you'd want to do something similar with Duff?

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- Hey babe!

- Hi darling... Aren't you in the tour bus?

You tried to disguise your breathy voice while talking to Duff on the phone but you couldn't hide it as well as you had planned.

- Yeah! but I missed you, what are ya doing?

You bit your lip hard before answering him. Why did his voice have to be so fucking hot?

- I missed you too Duffy... a lot...

You closed your eyes tightly when you realized that you weren't even trying to hide what you were doing to him anymore, but on the contrary, you wanted him to know. Duff was silent probably waiting for you to answer his question.

- I wouldn't have to tell you if you were here.

You ventured to say, slipping two fingers inside your soaking pussy as you got more and more turned on just by hearing his breath through the call.

- You know I need to do this, I'll be back next week. - he said, his voice a little firmer than usual, as if he was serious.

- I can't stand it that long... - you let out an uncontrollable moan before finishing the sentence. - Without you...

The call was silent for a few seconds, you thought maybe this wasn't a good idea since the rest of the entire band was on the tour bus with him.

- Are you touching yourself? - His voice was low, soft, almost like an affirmation, he let out a sigh right after his question.

- Do you want me to?

You desperately rubbed your clit while fingering your own pussy, but you stopped before you came, just to hear what Duff would say to you.

- Oh fuck. — was all he said, and then he said a hurried "wait". You heard the sound of a door closing. The bus toilet.

- Tell me what you're thinking. - Duff said, his breathing heavy.

An automatic smile played on your lips, your pussy juice running down your thighs and wetting the sheets. Fuck.

- I'm thinking about my favorite blond boy, and how much I miss his big cock inside me.

A low moan escaped Duff's lips and you had to control yourself not to come right there.

- I shouldn't be doing this. — he said.

- How hard are you? - you asked, teasing your sensitive pussy and circling your entrance before fingering yourself again.

Duff sighed.

- I'm hard as fuck.

You smiled at his answer, finally allowing yourself to slide two fingers inside your soaking pussy.

- It's getting in so easy, I'm so wet Duffy

You were fully aware of the situation Duff was in, but the thought of him secretly cumming because of you made your toes curl up and a shock ripple through every inch of your body.

You knew Duff came seconds after you did when his low dirty talk turned into nothing but swearing and babbling.

- Shit. - he said.

stop this is acc so cute 💚

Subby Axl please!! I'm begging!! After watching the if I don't have you music video and seeing some of the pics I'm convinced he's a sub!!

𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

i could totally see that too lol.

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

you step into the dimly lit room, the sound of a guitar solo still echoing in your ears. you've just finished a show, and you're looking for a way to unwind. that's when you see him - axl rose, the infamous lead singer of guns n' roses, standing in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on you.

as you approach him, you can sense a nervous energy emanating from his body. he's fidgeting with his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. you can tell he's trying to appear confident, but there's a hint of submission in his demeanor.

you reach out and gently brush a strand of hair out of his face, and he leans into your touch. his eyes lock onto yours, and you can see the desire burning within them. you take a step closer, your body inches from his, and he swallows hard.

"tell me what you want," you whisper, your voice low and husky.

axl's voice trembles as he speaks, "i want you to take control."

you smile, a sly grin spreading across your face. you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the soft sheets. he looks up at you, his eyes pleading for you to take charge.

you begin to undress him, slowly peeling away the layers of clothing that separate you from his skin. his body is tense, anticipation building with each passing moment. you run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch.

as you continue to explore his body, axl's submission becomes more pronounced. he's completely at your mercy, his eyes never leaving yours as you tease and tantalize him. you can sense his desire to be controlled, to be told what to do, and you're more than happy to oblige.

you take his wrists and pin them above his head, holding him in place as you ravage his mouth with kisses. he moans, his body arching beneath yours, as you claim him as your own.

your hands wander over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, and exploring the curves of his skin. you find the buckle of his pants and slowly undo it, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. axl's eyes flash with excitement as you free him from his confines.

you take him in your hand, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the pulse of his desire. you begin to stroke him, slowly at first, but increasing in intensity as his moans grow louder. axl's body is tense, his muscles straining beneath your touch, as you push him closer to the edge.

suddenly, you stop, leaving him gasping for breath. you look into his eyes, and see the desperation there, the need for release. you smile, and lean down, your lips brushing against his ear.

"not yet," you whisper, your voice sending shivers down his spine. "you're not ready yet."

axl whimpers, his body trembling with anticipation. you take him in your hand again, and begin to stroke him, this time with a gentle touch. you tease him, bringing him to the edge, and then pulling back, leaving him gasping for breath.

the game continues, with you pushing axl to his limits, and him responding eagerly to every command. you explore every inch of his body, finding new ways to pleasure him, and new ways to tease him.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to give him what he's been craving. you take him in your hand, and begin to stroke him with a fierce intensity. axl's body arches beneath yours, his muscles straining, as he reaches the peak of his desire.

he cums, his body shuddering with pleasure, as you hold him in place. you look into his eyes, and see the satisfaction there, the knowledge that he's been truly dominated.

as the last shudders of his orgasm fade away, you lean down, and whisper in his ear, "you're mine now. you'll do as i say, whenever i say it."

axl nods, his voice barely above a whisper, "yes, i'm yours."