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fluff: ❥
angst: ꕥ
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DUFF:
tied down. ꕥ/ ❥
STEVEN:
rose-colored boy. ꕥ/ ❥
IZZY:
AXL:
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matt, gilby etc..:

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MASTERLIST!
smut: : ̗̀➛
fluff: ❥
angst: ꕥ
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SLASH:
DUFF:
tied down. ꕥ/ ❥
STEVEN:
rose-colored boy. ꕥ/ ❥
IZZY:
AXL:
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matt, gilby etc..:
𝕯𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝕸𝖈𝕶𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖘
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"will you get dressed?"
Slash × reader
Word count: 1314
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, please don't read if you're under 18.
You were in Axl's room, Steven was sleeping in the room where you used to stay when you went there so you didn't want to bother him and went to change in Axl's room after they spilled vodka in your shirt.
The rest of the band was in the living room, the room was crammed with bottles of vodka and beers, you were friends with them long enough to see this as just a normal afternoon. Steven had practically passed out on the rug after taking more than he should have and Axl and Slash took him into the bedroom and put him to bed.
Everyone was a little drunk, so were you, so you didn't try to cover yourself when the bedroom door opened and Slash appeared in the bedroom, you stared at him in the mirror's reflection for a few seconds before turning around and smirking at him.
- Fuck I'm sorry i - i was just.. fuck, sorry.
Slash took a few steps back and was about to close the door when you called him.
- No, it's okay you can stay.
You turned back to the mirror, smoothing your hair as you watched Slash enter the room and sit on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap as he tried to look at anywhere in the room that wasn't you.
- Mmm, I actually just came to pick up a bottle of whiskey that Axl said was around here.
- Great, you can wait for me right?
You walked up to him, the drink kicking in your head a little, but you knew you weren't that drunk.
You always had feelings for Slash, but you never told anyone but Duff because you were afraid of ending up losing your friendship with Slash.
- Yeah yeah i mean, will you put your clothes on?
- You want to me to put them on?
Slash lifted his head to finally face you, his curls covered most of his face and you noticed a smirk on his lips.
- What do you mean Y/n?
He said seriously, hands still in his lap, resting on his black leather pants.
- Just kidding Slashy
You walked to the dresser and grabbed Axl's shirt to wear, but Slash caught your hand before you could do it. You dropped your shirt as soon as Slash pulled you and pressed you against the wall, you can feel his erection against your beads as he approached, his hair touched your face as he approached your ear.
- Just kidding, right?
- Maybe. - you felt your panties wet when Slash's hand gripped your cheeks.
- I know you Y/n, acting like a whore for me to fuck you.
Slash grabbed your hair and pulled your head back making your and his eyes meet, you breathed panting from the feeling of having him so close to you. You had already imagined this moment many times but being able to feel it was definitely better. Your body begged to feel him inside you and you started rubbing yourself against his hard cock covered by his pants.
You moaned as Slash's lips began kissing your neck, running his tongue all the way along and leaving hickeys that would definitely leave you scarred.
Slash unzipped his pants and you moaned again as you felt his cock press against your ass but Slash covered your mouth.
- Shut up bitch, you don't want anyone to disturb us do you?
You shook your head and closed your eyes, you could smell vodka and sweat coming off him but it just turned you on more, you turned to him and took off his shirt, your body heating up as you slid your hand over his stomach leaving light scratches until you reached his dick. You spread his pre-cum across the tip of his dick, and started jerking off without taking your eyes off his.
- Fuck Y/n, you do it so good.
You moistened your lips just wanting to suck his cock but Slash held your chin when you made a move to bend down.
- We don't have time for this baby girl.
Slash guided you to his lips and kissed you, you lowered your hand to your panties and lowered them to your knees, your body was glued to Slash's and his dick slowly rubbed against your pussy, you let out moans between the kiss feeling his cock touch your clitoris making your body shudder until you can't take it anymore.
- Slash, please f-fuck me
You parted your lips from his and started spreading kisses down his chin to his neck. You rubbed your pussy against his hard cock, his pre-cum making you even wetter.
- Please - You asked, kissing his neck softly.
- your so needy for my dick, you're such a slut.
His dirty words made you want him more, you were about to come just feeling his cock rub against you.
Slash grabbed your neck and pulled your face away from him, his eyes traveled all over your body until they returned to your eyes.
- turn around bitch
you did as Slash asked and turned your back to him, the lack of contact making you whimper, you spread your legs and leaned your hands on the wall, his dick passed a few times over your entrance until he finally shoved it. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock inside you, you fit his size with ease and pleasure filled you as he began to thrust faster and harder. You can't contain the moans coming out of his mouth as he's reached his g-spot. You felt Slash's warm breath in your ear, he let out a low moan before you felt his ass burn with a smack.
- Fuck Y/n, you're so tight
You felt your pussy tighten around his cock and you knew you were close to come.
- Slash, I'm gonna c-cum
Slash started to thrust more slowly inside you and you felt his cock throbbing around you.
You threw your head back when you felt your legs shake and your cum pour down Slash's cock.
Slash pulled his cock out of you, making a few drops of his cum fall to the floor.
- Come here
You turned to him and got on your knees in front of him.
- Do you want to suck me?
Slash asked you, you looked up seeing his curly hair plastered to the sweat on his forehead, you nodded.
- I wanna hear you bitch, do you wanna suck my cock?
His hands gripped your hair lifting your head making you look at him.
- I fucking want it, Slashy
You whimpered when the brunette lifted your head and you opened your mouth when he spat on it.
- Suck it.
You licked the tip of his dick mixing his spittle with your cum that was still on his dick, you started to suck all the way until you had swallowed completely, Slash held your head making his cock touch your throat until you choked on it. you took a breather and then went back to sucking him, you felt his cock throbbing and he rolled his eyes when you swallowed him completely and Slash let his cum trickle down your throat.
You sat on the floor, breathing heavily and trying to proceed with everything that had happened. Slash pulled on his pants and went to the dresser beside the bed to get the whiskey bottle.
Slash helped you to your feet while taking a sip of his drink, he offered it to you and you drank some.
- Are you okay?
He asked you.
- Better than never
You both chuckled and you wore an Axl shirt, you walked out of the room and found Izzy, Axl and Duff looking in disbelief at you and Slash.
- That was a lot of noise to just get a bottle of whiskey.
tied down.
summary: Y/N is awoken in the early hours of the morning to find out that her boyfriend, Duff has gone crazy and been forcefully restrained.
pairing: Duff McKagan/Y/N
genre: fluff/kinda angst?
warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse
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Y/N rose from her bed as the knocks on her hotel door eventually had woken her up from her deep slumber. She looked beside her on the bed. No Duff. Of course not.
What the fuck?
She managed to get on her feet despite her eyes being entirely closed still. Her balance was off and her movement was slow, but finally, she reached the door.
“What?” Y/N asked grumpily as the knocking finally stopped, and she was faced with Guns’ tour manager.
“It’s Duff! He won’t calm down, we’ve had to chain him to the toilet!”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Y/N asked confused, rubbing her temple.
“Aren’t you hearing me? He threw a fucking TV out of the window and he threw the bloody table into the pool!” The tour manager exclaimed.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Y/N moaned before getting a pair of shoes and exiting her hotel room to look for Duff.
When Y/N and the tour manager finally reached Slash’s room, she saw a crowd outside of the room. Her breath hitched. What were they all looking at?
Y/N entered the room which looked as if a tornado had torn it apart. She was led to the bathroom where she finally saw it. Duff, tied up to the toilet with a pair of handcuffs. He was slumped over, but very much awake.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKERS!”
“ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING CUFFS RIGHT NOW!”
Duff was sitting on the floor, yelling and moaning, not yet realising Y/N’s presence.
“You seriously couldn’t handle this on your own?” Y/N asked in disbelief, looking at the crowd of grown men around her. “He was crying for you.” The tour manager shrugged. “Besides, he’s already punched one roadie. Chipped off the guy's bloody tooth,” He added. Y/N sighed at the information, embarrassed by her boyfriend's behaviour.
“Fucking band life.” The tour manager grumbled before exiting the room along with all of the roadies, but before he left, he gave Y/N the key to the handcuffs, trusting that she’d make the right decision.
“Duff?” Y/N spoke softly, knowing that she’d had to approach the situation carefully. Y/N inspected her boyfriend. His hands were chained, making it unable for him to stand up. Duff lifted his head, and his eyes lit up as soon as he laid eyes on his girlfriend.
“Y/N!” Duff exclaimed like a little child, attempting to reach out his hands, for a moment forgetting that they were cuffed to a toilet. He groaned at the strains and looked up at Y/N with pleading eyes.
“Y/N, baby, come over here and get me out of these cuffs, okay?” Duff said, motioning for me to move closer.
“Not until you calm down, Duff,” Y/N spoke as she watched Duff’s face immediately turn sour as he gave her a frustrated look.
“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Duff roared scarily as he tried to yank his hands out of the handcuffs. He was a strong man, but the cuffs were no match for him.
Y/N slowly walked towards him, standing in front of him. She leant down, holding his cherub face in her hands. He looked up at her with an open mouth, his blood-shot eyes staring into hers deeply.
“What am I going to do with, McKagan?” Y/N asked, smirking as she bent down to kiss him, but pulled away just before her lips connected with his. Duff frowned at the loss of Y/N’s touch as she pulled away from him. She sat down in front of him, looking at him. Into his eyes.
“Please, just get me out of these fucking cuffs,” Duff sighed tiredly. Y/N hesitated, but reached over and unlocked the cuffs.
Duff rubbed his wrists, resting his head against the wall with closed eyes. Y/N felt a sense of sympathy for the man who secretly struggled. His emotions were always so covered with that beautiful, infectious smile, but Y/N knew him better than Duff knew himself, and she wanted nothing more than to heal him.
Y/N scooted over to Duff and sat between his legs, cuddling up against his chest. The bathroom tiles were cold and harsh against her bare legs, but Duff's warm grip seemed to warm her up from the inside out.
“I fucking love you,” Duff whispered into Y/N’s ear, hugging her tighter.
“I fucking love you too.”
rose-colored boy.
a/n: i wrote an imagine similar to this one on my book on wattpad called with ace frehley - rock and metal imagines - (my username on wattpad is: dreamyseventies)
summary: Y/N is Duff’s little sister. She struggles with depression but is (un)fortunately constantly surrounded by one very, very happy young man who wants nothing more than to see her happy.
pairing: Steven Adler/Y/N!
genre: angsty/fluff
warnings: mentions of depression
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Y/N sighed as the sound of Steven's drumsticks beating against the wooden table grew louder and louder.
She'd been listening to it for the past 15 minutes, and she spent every second holding herself back from screaming at him. Her black hoodie hid her face, her weary, glossy eyes that she always tried to hide from everyone. Attention was the last thing she wanted, especially from the boys. They cared so much about her. She was not only Duff's little sister, she was all of the boys' best friend. The glue to the band. The secret weapon of Guns 'N' Roses.
It was about thirty minutes before the show. The boys were drinking, messing around with their instruments, getting ready for the concert. Y/N had found herself a quiet spot in the corner of the dressing room where she could enjoy her peace before all hell broke loose on stage.
Steven's loud laughter boomed across the room. Y/N lifted her head. She rolled her eyes at his grin as he proceeded to tell a joke to Slash, who laughed out loud.
How could anyone possibly be that happy?
Steven was never angry, not even when he was sober. In Y/N's eyes, he was a disgustingly cheerful person, and it made her sick. Maybe it was because she envied his ability to be happy without constantly worrying about people's opinions, or perhaps, she just for once wanted to see someone in her position.
"Y/N! You need to check this out!" Slash yelled from across the room as he stood by an arcade machine, playing a game of Pac-Man. "I'll pass," She spoke, looking up shortly before returning her gaze down into her lap again.
She didn't want to come off as rude. That was never her intention, but the feeling of constantly being held down by a cloud of darkness was not a feeling she could push away herself. The boys already knew of this, and each one had tried their best to help, especially Duff. He was so worried for his sister. The girl he'd helped raise wasn't happy, and even worse, he couldn't help her.
There were times where she was happy and well, but everyone around her very well knew that it would be a short-lived affair before she'd eventually slither back into her cave of sadness.
"You okay, kiddo?" Duff asked as he sat down beside her, giving her a kind smile. Y/N lifted her head and nodded her head at her older brother, a fake smile coated upon her lips. Duff knew that her smile wasn't genuine, but he also knew that he'd get nowhere if he tried to talk to her about it.
"Ayy, Y/N!" Steven laughed as he playfully flicked a drumstick at her. Y/N glared at Steven and sighed as she threw the drumstick back at Steven a little harsher than anticipated.
"Stupid rose-coloured boy," Y/N whispered under her breath.
"Come on!" Steven laughed as he flicked another drumstick at Y/N, viewing it all as a game, while Y/N, on the other hand, tried to keep her temper under control. "Steven," Duff spoke in a warning tone as he stood up from the couch. Y/N glared up at Steven, who caught her angry stare. "What? Just smile a bit!" Steven exclaimed.
Oh, the fucking nerve.
Y/N took one last angry look at him before standing up from the couch and storming out of the room.
"Steven, what the fuck?" She heard Duff exclaim before she stormed outside of the big building, out onto the parking lot.
Y/N sat on the curb as she tried to light a cigarette, but her lighter didn't work. She threw the cigarette over her shoulder angrily and looked down into the ground, sighing.
"Here,"
Y/N lifted her head at the all too familiar voice and breathed heavily. "What do you want?" She asked tiredly.
"It's bad for nature," Steven smiled as he handed Y/N the cigarette she'd just thrown away. Y/N rolled her eyes. "Was that all?" She asked.
"I came to say sorry. I was being a dick in there. So- I'm sorry," Steven smiled as he sat down beside Y/N.
That stupid fucking smile
"I-I just really wanna be alone right now, Steven," Y/N spoke, sighing loudly.
"You always want to be alone. Why can't you just talk to someone?" Steven asked. Y/N chuckled. "If it were that fucking easy, I'd be fixed by now, wouldn't I?" Y/N spat. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean it like tha-"
"I'm sure you didn't. But you don't understand what I'm going through, so just leave me the hell alo-"
"Then explain to me how you feel, please!" Steven begged Y/N.
"I'm a lost cause," Y/N mumbled sadly.
"You are not a lost cause, Y/N," Steven shook his head, smiling.
"Just stop insisting that I'm not a lost cause, 'cause I've been through a lot," Y/N shook her head, annoyed at Stevens inability to understand her.
"Just look on the bright side! I mea-"
"That's just the fucking point! There is no 'bright side' for me to look at!" Y/N huffed, standing up from the pavement. Steven followed soon after.
"You'll see a light soon. I know it. And I'll gladly help you look for it. But for now, I have a concert to play," Steven smiled. Y/N's hear warmed at Stevens words, feeling strangely optimistic and lifted by his speech.
"Here," Steven smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a red lollipop. Y/N grimaced as Steven grabbed her wrist and placed the lollipop in her hand. "Smoking is bad for you," Steven smiled, winking at Y/N before disappearing back into the concert hall, leaving Y/N flustered and confused.