#gnr duff

[rock-n-roll-queen]

Duff McKagan

⤷ Patience, 1989

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 15: Step-Siblings

Warnings: Smut, readers dad and Duff’s mom walk in on them, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You weren’t totally ready for your dad to get back into dating but you didn’t have much of a say in it. You wanted to see him happy after all the years he’d spent on you.

When things got serious with his one girlfriend, you always forgot her name and that totally is not the author being too lazy to look it up, you tried to open up a bit more and get to know this new family you were to be a part of.

There were a lot of kids, all older than you. The youngest of the bunch, Michael, or Duff as everyone seemed to refer to him as, was only a year older than you. He lived off in Los Angelas, so you didn’t see him often, only once or twice on holidays.

The first time you saw him, he had long blond hair, he was tall and lanky, and skinny, he looked a little malnourished which his mom definitely took notice to as well and kept shoving food down his throat. When you first saw him he was on the front porch smoking, his eyes pinkish and the smoke smelled funny. You didn’t say much to him

The second time he looked to be doing a lot better, it was Christmas now and he was once again outside smoking, he still had that long blond hair. He smiled at you this time.

He still didn’t speak to you much, but when he heard you were coming down to LA for work he offered to give you a room in his house. Obviously, not wanting to pay the stupid prices in LA, you accepted and got all your things down there.

You’d heard he was a musician, that’s about it, not how good he was, what music, bands, nothing. He was quick to introduce you to all that as well, he had to give a reason for such a nice house in such a nice city.

Guns N’ Roses, rock music. They were good, you really liked them, he showed you some of the songs since he didn’t just play bass, but he liked the way you looked at him when he played. He showed you videos of him on stage, it grew ever more evident why he invited you to live with him longer you stayed. However, you couldn’t say you were that upset by it.

After a hard week you finally got a day off, and you spent it lying in bed watching your favourite movies. Your parents were supposed to be coming over, they’d get to Duff and yours place that night so you thought about dinner but made no plans to move.

Duff came home after rehearsal with the band and went to find you. He froze in the doorway when he saw you in nothing but a shirt of his, one you’d gotten out of the laundry, and splayed out, having fallen asleep during your movie marathon.

Duff moved farther into the room, nearing your sleeping form. The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat next to you, reaching a hand out to touch you.

He pulled the blanket down, seeing how low the shirt fell on you, how bare your smooth thighs were. He looked up to make sure you were still sleeping before touching you, planting his hand firmly on your leg before moving it up, seeing just how short your shorts were…

His fingers were met with a familiar feeling; the lace of delicate panties. He couldn’t resist any longer and pushed the shirt up, revealing your barely covered ass. One hand roamed over your skin, massaging it, the other went to palm himself through his pants. “You’re ready for me.” He muttered to himself, spreading your cheeks. A long finger hooked under your panties and tugged them to the side, letting him see your pretty pussy. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, already moving to run a finger through your folds before he stopped himself, catching you beginning to stir.

Your body shifted, a tired noise coming from you. Feeling the presence of another, you peered over your shoulder and saw Duff staring back at you with a predatory look in his eyes. “Duff?” You rasped.

He was quick to silence you with a shush. “Just stay like that.” He whispered, hand rubbing your thigh again. “You’re fine, just give me what I want.” He said as he moved to lay over you, hovering threateningly.

Despite his request to stay still you rolled over, getting a proper look at him. His blond hair fell around your face, framing you. His lips parted slightly, tongue poking out and gliding over his bottom lip. He looked over you, eyeing you closely.

You watched his hand move down to undo his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his jeans before getting to his fly and undoing that too. He reached under his boxers, pushing them down just enough as he grabbed his cock and pulled it out, lining up the head of his dick with your cunt.

It was wrong, it was so, so wrong in every way imaginable… but how wrong could it really be when it felt so good as he pushed into you, filling you up to the brim and then some. He bottomed out and then rocked his hips into you, low, deep grunts leaving him as he stared at your connecting bodies; how you stretched around him. “Always knew you’d feel good…” he said through grunts, “didn’t know you-you’d feel this good.”

Duff’s thrusts grew sharper, hips snapping into yours. You clutched the pillow in your fists, jaw dropped in soft moans. He filled you up so nicely, hitting deep in you cunt and rubbing against your gummy walls.

Your gut was tightening, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out, it had been too long since someone had fucked you, his thrusts may have been rough but his hands gliding over your body weren’t; he touched you so gently, so sweetly, no one had been so… in love with you.

Duff stopped, eyes going wide as he stared out the window. “Duff?” You whined, pouting as your building high was ruined. “Duff, don’t stop, please, keep-“

“Y/n!” Your dads booming voice made your body go ridged. Duff wasn’t staring out the window, he saw your parents in the reflection of it.

[lulavie]

please just write literally anything about older/current Duff McKagan 🙏

that man is the definition of Daddy

good morning duff - modern duff mckagan fanfic

taglist: @californiaahunny @duffrosemckagansslut @brokenglassb1tch @tranquilitybasegrunge @slashes-strings

content: fluff!

a/n: quick fluff :-) i totally agree with you there! i think i love older duff more than younger him haha <3

The rain had started sometime around midnight, soft at first. Just a light wash against the windows; but by morning, it was a full symphony. A lazy drizzle coated the glass in pale silver, and the city outside looked almost too quiet, like it was wrapped in cotton.

You blinked awake slowly, still warm beneath the layers of the heavy motel comforter.

Duff’s arm was slung across your waist like it belonged there, his hand open against your hip. You delicately traced his ‘LOADED’ tattoo across his forearm.

He was still asleep, mouth parted slightly, lashes dark against his cheekbones, strands of silver-blond hair falling across his forehead. The soft quiet of the morning suited him more than any stage you’d ever seen him on.

It still didn’t feel real sometimes. Not in a bad way. Just in that pinch me, ‘how in the fuck did this happen’ kind of way.

You’d known exactly who he was from the moment you met him, of course. Everybody did. Duff McKagan, bassist, legend, survivor, writer, husband once, father now, somehow still all lean muscle and cool charisma at 60.

You were twenty. Barely. And there was no part of you that thought this kind of thing happened in real life.

But Duff had a way of looking at you that dissolved all of that logic, like he saw you clearer than anyone your age ever had. Like your youth didn’t intimidate him, and his age didn’t scare you.

Like there was something quietly sacred in the space between.

The first time you met had been at a small bookshop reading in Seattle. He was doing a Q&A for a reissue of his memoir, and you’d gone alone, notebook in hand, partly because you wanted to see him and partly because you didn’t want anyone else to come along and make fun of how starry-eyed you were.

After the talk, you’d waited at the end of the signing line, too nervous to say more than your name when he looked up at you and smiled.

“That’s a cool name,” he’d said. “You from around here?”

You’d nodded, cheeks warm, watching the way his eyes softened when he asked.

And somehow, twenty minutes later, he was walking you to your car. Just walking, just talking. Nothing weird, nothing pushy. Just… kindness. Easy energy. The next time you saw him, he’d invited you to a quiet gig at a tiny dive bar outside Tacoma. You’d gone.

Then there was coffee. Then there was that diner booth where he’d sat across from you, fiddling with his rings and talking about punk rock like you were the only person in the room who got it.

And now, three months later, he was here. In your bed. In your life. Duff stirred beside you, breath catching in his throat as he rolled onto his back. His eyes opened slow, pale and thoughtful like the light through the clouds.

“Mornin’, baby,” he rasped.

“Hi,” you said, voice still thick with sleep.

He turned his head, studying you with that same soft, focused look that made your heart do impossible things. “You sleep alright?”

You nodded. “You kept grabbing for me in your sleep. Like, very tightly.”

He chuckled, low and rough. “Couldn’t help it. You were all warm and tucked away like a little secret.”

That made you blush. He always said things like that, poetic and a little odd, never corny, but it never sounded rehearsed. Just honest.

You turned onto your side, resting your head against his shoulder, fingertips tracing the veins in his arm. His skin was warm, a little rough in spots, the way it only got after years of guitars and weather and life.

You loved how he smelled, clean soap and coffee from last night, with something deeper underneath that felt like safety.

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

“Nah. Just wanna stay here with you for a minute.”

There was a beat of silence before he said it, quiet and real.

“You make it feel easy.”

You looked up. “What do you mean?”

Duff sighed, brushing a thumb over your knuckles. “I dunno. I’ve been through a lot of loud shit, y’know? Noise. Chaos. Beautiful stuff, too, but never quiet like this. You’re just… light. I don’t feel like I gotta prove anything.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You don’t. You never did.”

And you meant it. You hadn’t fallen for his name or his history, though yeah, you were starstruck at first. But what kept you here was the way he listened when you spoke.

The way he cared in a quiet, undemanding way. The way he never treated you like you were too young or naive, but also never tried to be someone he wasn’t.

You stretched and sat up slowly, letting the covers fall from your shoulders.

Duff’s eyes followed you, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “What?” you asked, grinning.

He shrugged. “You’re just real pretty in the morning.”

“Liar.”

“I’m serious. I’ve woke up to many chicks, usually they come out crunchier than when I laid down.” he chuckled. “Not you, never you.”

You ducked your head to hide your smile, laughing under your breath. “You’re so good at that.”

“Good at what?”

“Making me feel like the only girl in the world.”

He reached out and tugged you back down beside him, curling his body around yours. “Maybe that’s ‘cause you are.”

You let yourself sink into him, tracing the soft line of his lower stomach with your fingertip. He flinched and laughed.

“You ticklish?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, catching your hand. “That spot right there always gets me. You’ve found my weakness.”

“Can’t promise I won’t use that against you.” you whispered dramatically.

He laughed again, burying his face in your neck. “God, I’m so fuckin’ lucky.”

You stayed there like that for a long while, limbs tangled, the rain tapping on the windows. The motel was nothing special, cheap wallpaper, buzzing AC, but you couldn’t imagine being anywhere better.

At some point, you moved to the kitchenette to make coffee, wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else. He sat at the little table, watching you like you were the main event.

“You ever think about the future?” he asked suddenly.

You turned, mug in hand. “Like… how?”

“Just… what this is. What it could be.”

You sat across from him, the warm ceramic pressing into your palms. “I think about it all the time.”

His brows lifted, like he was surprised but grateful. “And?”

“I don’t need it all mapped out. But I know I feel safe with you. And happy. Like… not in a clingy, codependent way. Just content I guess.”

Duff nodded slowly. “That’s the kind of thing I never thought I’d get again.”

“You have it now,” you said gently. “If you want it.”

He reached across the table, brushing his fingers over your wrist. “I want it.”

And you believed him. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it wasn’t just lust or some fleeting thrill. It was a kind of reverence. Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Later, you curled up on the old couch in the motel room, your legs over his lap, your head on his chest.

He played with your hair absentmindedly, talking about Seattle, about old punk records and broken tour buses and the first time he’d ever picked up a bass.

“You think your twenty year old self would’ve thought this version of you was cool?” you asked sleepily.

Duff smirked. “He’d think I was a fuckin’ sellout.”

You laughed.

“But then he’d see you and go, ‘Okay, never mind. That guy’s doing something right.’”

You buried your face in his shirt, giggling. “You’re such a sap.”

“I am,” he admitted. “And I’m not sorry about it.”

When you finally drifted off again, it was with his hand on your hip and the rain still playing its soft rhythm outside. And for the first time in a long time, Duff felt like maybe this was his encore not louder, not wilder, but better.

Peaceful. Real.

Yours.

[estrangedillusions-appetite]

shikᥱs ..thᥱ vidᥱo qᥙᥲᥣitყ is rᥱᥲlly bᥲd. Bᥙt it doᥱs ᥣook ᥣιkᥱ if Dᥙff's kissiᥒ' Izzყ at the end. I wonder if that rlly happened or it's just his face that's rlly close to izzy's🤔🤔

[sebissuffering]

Stoppppp, Duff at Grace's graduation 😭😭😭

I fucking love him, he's literally the best.

[iluvaxlrose]

Erm… Steven? What are you doing with your hands?

[therealcalicali]

Duff McKagan - Guns N Roses

[onthenighttrain]

More Duff beach photos!