I Hate I Hate I HATE Being A Switch Bc I Could Be Domming And Then They Could Say Something Remotely

He looks like he just got woken up from his nap

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the–blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @born-to-lose​ @lost-in-the-80s​ @teasid​ @petals-and-bullets​ @ginny-rose-sixx

This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

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guys stopping looking at his vagina like that

Figured I'd repost these lovely photos. God I wanna suck his cock

crazy how duff is totally my type of man and woman

i love illegal movie websites

“you’re gonna get a virus on your phone”

i love illegal movie websites

Day 8: Masturbation

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m + f), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

After trying so hard with the relationship you finally gave up, ending it with him, you just couldn't take the arguing and the distance and the this and the that, it was just all too much for you and you couldn't do it anymore.

Axl still loved you, anyone he loved, he loved hard and he couldn't let it go, so he let you stay with him. He'd leave money around for you to find, hoping you'd just take it and not question him on it or something, he'd bring you gifts by just leaving them on your pillow or somewhere else in your room for you to find.

He'd never give you anything himself, both because he didn't want to come off as needy or clingy but also because he couldn't risk you rejecting it.

Axl loved you, and while he loved giving you gifts he just needed you sometimes. Bad.

It was late, you were at work and Axl was alone in bed, alone... His mind was wandering and soon so was his hand.

He reached for his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and taking the lotion and pictures of you he save out. He pumped some of the lotion onto his hand, his boxers long tossed aside, and started stroking his half hard cock.

With his other hand he looked through the pictures of you he'd kept, most weren't sexual, there was the odd one or two, most were just pictures of you he had.

He didn't want to get over you, you were so pretty, your personality was everything he could want and more and he just had to go and fuck it up.

His hand moved faster as he stared at that picture of you standing in front of the Eiffel tower. You wore a flowy dress with a slit in the leg, puffy sleeves and a sunhat, large glasses and that smile he couldn't get enough of.

You didn't want to take the picture, Paris was so over romanticized and people were staring, mostly at Axl, but he thought you looked so perfect, he needed to capture the moment and the wind added to the moment in the best way.

"Axl..?" You muttered from the door, yanking Axl from his thoughts just as he was about to cum, his body hot, chest heaving and his head rolled back.

His eyes widened as he saw you standing in the doorway of his room, eyes filled with tears as you stared at him in his hand.

You quickly made your way across the room and over his lap, not before getting out of your work pants and underwear, lips crashing down on his.

Axl's arms wrapped around you, holding you close and kissing you deeply. Despite everything in his being telling him to keep going he had to pull away, make sure you were ok. "What-what happened..?" He asked through laboured breaths.

"I-I just had... a really, really bad day... do this for me." Your hand went down to your already wet cunt, rubbing your clit in loose circles.

You tried to lean back into the kiss but Axl held you back. "I wanna watch." That sentence alone got you hotter than any of the other assholes you'd seen had managed to make you.

Axl's hand went back to himself, watching your hips twitch and buck into your hand, slim fingers working fast as your eyes flickered over him, his chest rising and falling, dark eyes staring intently. He couldn't get enough of you like this.

"Slow down." He purred, holding off on his own high. "You and I both know you don't like that." You slowed your movements, moaning out at the sensations it creating deep within you.

Why did he have to know you so well?

He kept giving you instructions, it was all laced in love but edged with degrading terms and a tone of mockery. "This is your own fucking body, why are you so shit at doing this?" He grumbled.

You huffed, tears rolling down your eyes. All you wanted was him at this point, your hand was never gonna be enough, not when he was right here with you. "Then you do it!" You whined, moving off his lap and folding your arms over your chest, sniffling softly.

Axl stared at you a moment, hand stopping on his length.

He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, hand going down to rub your clit. He leaned down to you, lips caressing the shell of your ear. "Just relax, let me do it."

where are my new kurt cobain imagines guys? 😭😭😭

how can this fandom so dry, all content is like, 3 years ago 💔

I love love love the LSD story you did with axl and Izzy! Can you make more stories like that or maybe even another part to that one?

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The motel room is a shrine to bad decisions. Burnt orange wallpaper, an old Zenith TV coughing static, and a carpet that’s seen more crimes than it should have. Duff’s sprawled across the bed, long legs stretched out, flicking a Zippo open and closed. Slash is on the floor, back against the nightstand, hat tipped low, absently rolling a joint between his fingers like it’s second nature.

Then there’s you.

The acid slides into your bloodstream like a warm hand on your back, pushing you forward, forward, forward. The edges of the room melt, colors start humming. Duff’s denim jacket is speaking to you. Slash’s curls are moving like they have their own heartbeat.

“You feelin’ it yet?” Duff grins, kicking his boots off. His voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a long tunnel.

You nod, too slow, watching your own hand like you just discovered fingers. “It’s like… everything is everything, you know?”

Slash chuckles, lighting the joint. “Deep.” He takes a hit, passes it to Duff. “Next, you’re gonna tell me time is a lie.”

You blink. Wait. Is it?

Your mind jumps tracks. The TV static is talking to you, whispering in a language only you understand. You stand up too fast, the floor a trampoline, and suddenly the motel room isn’t a room—it’s a portal, a living thing, breathing.

“Whoa, hey—” Duff’s on his feet, hands up like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “You good?”

But you’re not good. The world is sliding sideways. The neon sign outside bleeds through the blinds, pulsing like a heartbeat, and you swear you can hear it thinking. The cigarette smoke curling from Slash’s lips looks like a goddamn spirit, swirling, whispering.

“I… I think—” Your throat locks up. Your skin feels wrong. Too tight. Too small.

Duff moves fast, grabs your arms before your legs forget how to hold you up. “Alright, alright. We’re gonna sit you down before you take a fuckin’ swan dive into the TV, okay?”

You’re breathing too fast. The air feels thick, like trying to inhale syrup.

Slash flicks his joint into the ashtray, eyes sharper now. “She’s spiraling.” He looks at Duff. “Get her some water. I’ll keep her grounded.”

You try to pull away. “No, no, no—water is poison, man, I see it, I see the molecules, they’re wrong, they’re all wrong—”

“Jesus Christ,” Duff mutters but heads for the sink, rattling through motel cups.

Slash leans in, voice low and steady. “Okay, look at me.” His eyes lock onto yours, dark, unwavering. “You’re okay. You just took a little too much, that’s all. It’s just chemicals in your brain, playing tricks. But you’re here. You’re safe.”

Safe. That word feels foreign, like it doesn’t belong to you.

“You’re real,” you murmur, reaching out. Your fingers graze the leather of his jacket, grounding yourself in something solid.

“Real as a motherfucker,” Slash says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So’s Duff. So’s this room. You’re not falling apart, you just think you are.”

Duff shoves a cup into your hands. “Drink.”

You hesitate, staring at the water like it’s some alien substance. But Duff’s got that big-brother look, the one that says, Don’t argue, just do it. You sip, and it’s colder than you expected, running down your throat like a thread pulling you back to reality.

Slash exhales, watching you. “Better?”

You nod, slow. The walls aren’t breathing as much. The colors don’t seem so loud.

Duff ruffles your hair like you’re a little kid. “Atta girl.”

Slash leans back, lighting another cigarette. “You scared the shit out of us.”

You breathe, really breathe this time, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry.”

Duff grins, sprawling back on the bed. “Just don’t go full Fear and Loathing on us next time, alright?”

Slash smirks, blowing out smoke. “Yeah. Or at least give us a head start before you start talking to the TV.”

And just like that, the night rolls on. The trip settles, the laughter comes easy, and the room—this grimy, cigarette-stained, neon-lit box—feels a little more like home.

could you do subby Hollywood rose era Axl? Like he’s tied down n stuff and he gets kinda frustrated cuz reader isn’t going at his pace?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), reader slaps Axl's dick once, spit kink at the end, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Masterlist

Axl groaned lowly, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering. "Pick up the pace, sweetheart." He mumbled, deep voice a rumble in the quiet room.

You lightly trailed a finger up his length, watching every twitch of his leaky cock. "No." You said, moving your finger back down. "This is fun, you just need to learn to be patient."

Axl rolled his eyes at you and bucked his hips up, searching for any form of friction. You slapped his cock, his breath caught in his throat.

You raised the hand that was on his dick to his chin, lifting his head up with two fingers. "I said, be. Fucking. Patient." You bit, pecking his lips and smiling condescendingly down at him.

Axl huffed but he refused to let you see the real affect you were having on him. He wanted to moan and whine and beg for you to let him cum, he was barely choking back all the little sounds he wanted to make.

He tugged at the velvety rope holding his wrists together, his back against the cold wood of the bedframe. You sat between his legs as he sat completely naked in front of you.

"You're so pretty." You mused, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Axl didn't hesitate to start moving his hips. You didn't stop him but you didn't help him with what he was trying to do.

"M'not fucking pretty." He grunted.

You pursed your lips at him, cocking your head to the side. "Aw, poor baby, so needy and whiny." Axl huffed, nose scrunching. You moved down the bed, laying a few kitten licks to his tip. "Needs mommy to help him get off."

A soft whimper escaped him and your eyes shot up to meet his glassy ones. A wide grin spread across your face. "Sweet boy, let mommy help." Your lips parted to take him in your mouth.

He couldn't stop it anymore, head falling back as a loud moan left him, hips rutting to meet your face. "Agh-! Oh, god!" He groaned, doing everything he could to get friction. "Fuck-fucking move!" He whined, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

He was begging so nicely... in an Axl kind of way... you couldn't say no to him.

You slowly brought your head up and sunk back down on his dick, nose brushing into his ginger peach fuzz. His whimpers spurred you on and you bobbed your head faster, tongue swirling around his tip and dragging along the bottom of his cock.

The room filled with Axl's noises, like music to your ears. Drool dribbled down your chin but it was all worth it for those sweet sounds. His voice was deep, he sang high but his voice was deep and the way that passed through his moans was perfect.

"Hah- oh fuck, oh fuck-! My fucking god, mommy, please!" Tears pricked his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. "I can't- suck harder, I-I wanna cum, lemme cum!" You hollowed your cheeks around him, staring up at him as he came undone in your mouth.

You waited for the last few strings of cum to shoot from his tip before you pulled away, sitting up and placing your hands on his shoulders. He stared up at you with tired eyes and a wonky grin.

"What is it?" He asked, voice sweet and slow like honey. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, a silent gesture for him to open his mouth. He parted his lips, you did the same and let his cum mixed with your saliva drip down your tongue into his mouth.

His eyes widened but he let it happen, swallowing and trying not to gag. You gave his cheek a pat and kissed his lips. "What a good boy." You mused.

take this fucking skull of ma way pls 🙄