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oh shit I forgot again, Happy birthday Barbie Vince
Happy Birthday barbie Vince !! 🥳🩷🎂
We love you Vince, and I will defend your ass until I die🫡💘
Litterally Aerosmith muse
nooo I missed it as well. I‘m sorryyyyyy 😭
No way I missed Jani Lane birthday help
Happy late heavenly Birthday Jani we miss you🩷🕊
a small collage of rockstars w cats
Why does this German actor kind of look like Eric Singer...
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mi primer vinyl y muchos mas por venir x]
I'm giving up on my drawings quickly but it's Eddie's birthday... so I had to do something very unfinished but whatever :) I was inspired by @vanama-1984's arts ... I loved your style ! It's really cool to see bands fanartists around here
i love eddie
watched the hysteria def leppard biopic
thoughts, feelings, and snide remarks:
where's my terror twin fanclub jacket
2. my favorite part about my audio production degree is watching what studio producers are actually doing in movies. for example, this producer turned up volume in two different places and was like yeah. i mixed the fuck outta "bringing on the heartbreak". ate that up. taking these cool cats to the top of the pops.
3. phil collen says "a million guys would trade places with you- hell, they'd give their left arm" to rick allen post-accident and it is silent for TEN WHOLE SECONDS!! I COUNTED!!
4. this low budget tv movie had a goddamn dream and yknow what i support it trying its best. some actor got to be mfking joe elliott and live his fantasy! good for him!
5. holy shit if this didn't have the rights to play actual def leppard songs this would be MISERABLE
anyways it got three and a half stars out of five on my letterboxd
to the surprise of no one i have continued to listen to a stupid amount of def leppard and i'm cutting my hair like joe tomorrow
yes that is how i talk to my hairdresser we're cool like that
Drikke enjoys the whole glam metal and juggalo looks on Shake… a lot. 🖤 they are so sweetie
Cinderella, Tokyo 1987, “Push, Push”
izzy in his skater era. 🎸🖤🦇
Izzy Stradlin. No idea what year this is but I'm guessing it's '88 lol. 🦇🎸💋
oh good lord.
Izzy Stradlin, at the ritz 1991. 🎸🦇💋
dr.feelgood photoshoot, 1989. 🦇🎸💋
Duff Mckagan, 1986 (?). Obssesed with his glam era rn 🎸🦇💋
More photos of Nikki Sixx in Shout At The Devil photoshoot, 1983 🦇🎸💋
Shout at the devil, 1983 🦇🎸💋
Requested✨✨
The Babysitter🧖♀️
Warning ‼️ (Enemies to Lovers, lots of banter😏, smex ofc)
Hey y’all! So I was supposed to post this last night, but I fell asleep whoopsies @slashduffizzysgf hehe. So, here’s a lil something to kick your morning off! This story is kinda long so hope y’all enjoy. Oh btw if anyone has requests you can always put it in the submission box or just message me directly 😊
Duff McKagan x Sassy Babysitter aka Y/N
Y/N POV
You weren’t expecting to spend your afternoon in the McKagan household babysitting their little girl. You’d gotten a call earlier in the week from a family friend of theirs, who mentioned their daughter, Lily, needed a sitter for the day. What they didn’t mention was their 21-year-old son, Duff.
You had met some of the most outrageous rockstars in your life, guys with egos as big as their fame, but this guy? This guy was something different.
When you first arrived, the house was quiet, almost eerily so, and you thought maybe you’d hit the jackpot with a peaceful gig. That was until Lily fell asleep for her nap, and you heard it. Guitar riffs, loud drums, and the unmistakable sound of chaos above.
Curious, and with no plans of leaving early, you decided to investigate. You followed the sounds of the ruckus up the stairs, to a room at the end of the hall. You knocked lightly, but it didn’t stop the music. So you pushed the door open, just a crack, enough to peek inside.
The sight before you was nothing short of rockstar madness. Duff McKagan, guitar in hand, was standing in front of a drum kit where a guy, presumably his bandmate Steven, was going absolutely wild on the drums.
Duff was lean, tall, and dressed in a way that screamed “rock ‘n’ roll”, black leather pants, spiked bracelets, black tank top, and cowboy boots. His messy, blonde hair cascaded over his eyes, but even from the doorway, you could see his confident grin.
When he finally noticed you in the doorway, his strumming slowed, and he tilted his head back, catching your eyes. “You the babysitter?” he asked, his voice deep and dripping with that cocky charm you’d come to expect from rockstars.
“Yeah. Didn’t realize you were part of the deal,” you said with a dry smile. “But you mind turning it down a little? I’m trying to enjoy some peace and quiet.”
Steven, sitting behind the drums, chuckled under his breath, but Duff’s smile only grew wider. “Peace and quiet? I think you’ve got the wrong house, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I guess I did,” you shot back, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in your voice. “I’ll just go grab a drink or something.”
But Duff wasn’t letting you off that easy. “Nah, don’t go just yet. It’s rare I get someone with this much… attitude,” he said with a grin. “Stick around. I won’t bite.”
“You sure about that?” you countered, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I’m not so sure you can handle all this attitude.”
Duff let out a low laugh, amused by your defiance. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’ve handled much worse than you.”
“Careful now, McKagan,” you shot back. “I’m not the one you want to mess with.”
“Not even a little?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your sass.
You met his gaze head-on, not backing down. “Not even a little.”
Before either of you could exchange more words, Steven finished his solo and glanced over at you. “You’re a lot more interesting than this guy,” he teased, grinning at you before looking at Duff. “Maybe we should give her a lesson or two.”
“Yeah, that’s real funny,” Duff muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking his confident grin. He’d definitely been in situations like this before, but something about you kept pulling his attention. He finally broke away from his instrument, his gaze not leaving yours. “Alright, fine. You want peace and quiet? I’ll give you a little.”
You thought the exchange was over. It wasn’t.
After a while, Steven left, and you were left alone with Duff. You were trying to keep the babysitting gig going, making sure Lily stayed asleep, but Duff’s presence was making it impossible to concentrate. The house felt too quiet now, and the tension between you both simmered under the surface.
Duff, having not taken his eyes off you, moved closer. “Still here? I figured you’d be out by now.”
“I have a job to do, you know?” you replied, turning toward him with a sly smile. “Some of us actually work.”
He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. “You know, I’ve always found that people with your kind of attitude are the most fun to break.”
You scoffed, keeping your ground. “You can try, but good luck. You’ll need it.”
“You’re a stubborn one, huh?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. The air between you grew thicker as he closed the distance. “I like that.”
“Don’t get too cocky, McKagan. You won’t win me over that easily.”
“I’m not trying to win you over,” he replied with a confident grin. “I’m just trying to have a little fun.”
At that moment, the tension cracked. Before you knew it, Duff was pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was everything: raw, passionate, and daring. You pulled away for a second, catching your breath, but when he leaned in again, you couldn’t help yourself. Something about him…the cocky attitude, the relentless charm, made you want to see just how far this could go.
You didn’t know how long it had been before the sound of a door creaking open and the tiny steps of Lily waking up brought you back to reality.
“Shit,” you muttered, pulling away from him. “I gotta—”
Duff raised a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. “We won’t wake her. Don’t worry.”
You didn’t know how long it had been before the creak of a door down the hall reminded you that Lily was just a few rooms away. You broke the kiss, breathless, your hand flat against Duff’s chest. “We shouldn’t…”
Duff didn’t budge, just smirked as he leaned in again, voice low and rough. “She’s out. You really wanna stop now?”
Your eyes narrowed, heart racing as his fingers teased the hem of your shirt. “If she wakes up, you’re explaining why I didn’t answer the damn phone.”
He chuckled, cocky and calm. “Fine. I’ll just tell them you were… busy.”
You shoved him back slightly, but it only made him grin harder. “God, you’re such an ass.”
“Yeah?” he rasped, pushing you gently back onto the mattress. “You didn’t seem to mind a second ago.”
His hands slid under your shirt, mouth hot on your neck as he murmured, “Still don’t hear you telling me to stop.”
You bit your lip, stubborn as ever, even as your hips lifted to meet his. “Don’t think this means you’ve got me, McKagan.”
He kissed you hard, all teeth and heat. “Nah, sweetheart. Just means you’ve got terrible self-control.”
You moaned against his mouth, gripping the back of his hair as you whispered, “You talk too much.”
“Then shut me up,” he growled, and you did, pulling him back in, every touch daring him to try and tame you.
He was cocky, relentless, and way too full of himself.
But you?
You weren’t about to make this easy.
He groaned against your mouth as you pulled him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist like second nature.
Duff broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you, flushed and breathless beneath him, a smug tilt to his lips. “You sure you’re not gonna start crying halfway through and tell me this was a mistake?”
You snorted, tugging on his shirt until it was over his head and tossed somewhere across the room. “You wish you were that unforgettable.”
He laughed, low and rough. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna be walking funny tomorrow.”
“Oh my god,” you muttered, biting back a smile as he dipped his head to your neck again, teeth scraping lightly at the spot that made you gasp. “You seriously never shut up, do you?”
“Nope,” he said smugly, voice muffled against your skin. “But you like it.”
You tried to retort, but your thoughts scattered the moment his hand slipped past the waistband of your jeans, fingers finding just how ready you were for him. You hissed in a breath, and that damn smirk of his returned.
“Well, well,” he murmured, teasing but dark with desire. “And here you were acting like I wasn’t getting to you.”
You gripped his hair, tugging just enough to make him look at you. “I still don’t like you.”
“Sure,” he breathed, eyes locked with yours as he popped your button and dragged your jeans down. “Say that again after I’m inside you.”
Your breath caught at the sound of his zipper, the shift of fabric, the weight of him settling between your thighs.
“Duff…” you warned, trying to sound firm even as your body betrayed you, arching into him, heat pooling low in your belly.
He ran his nose along your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Just say the word, baby. Or stop me now.”
You didn’t. Couldn’t.
Instead, you pulled him down, lips crashing into his like you were trying to burn away every inch of the tension between you. He didn’t waste another second. He shoved his cock in slowly, watching every expression flicker across your face with great satisfaction. He filled you up just enough to stretch, not enough to break.
Your breath came in shaky gasps, hands clutching his shoulders. “Shit…”
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, rolling his hips with a deep thrust that made you bite your lip to stay quiet. “Can’t wait to hear you when you’re not trying to be quiet.”
You were already close to snapping at him when—
RING. RING.
Your eyes flew open, panic flashing. “No. No. No—”
Duff froze, that shit-eating grin back on his face. “Guess who that is.”
You glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”
He reached over you, grabbed the cordless phone off his nightstand, and handed it to you with the smuggest look you’d ever seen.
“Answer it.”
“Duff—”
“Pick. It. Up,” he murmured, hips still pressed snug between your thighs.
You hesitated for a split second before snatching the phone from him and pressing it to your ear, trying to keep your voice level.
“H-Hello?”
“Hi, Y/N! Just checking in. Is Lily alright?”
Duff’s next thrust had your hand flying to his shoulder, nails digging in. You clapped your other hand over your mouth, eyes wide as he buried his face in your neck, biting back a groan as he moved again, slow, deep, and relentless.
You forced a shaky smile into your voice. “Yes. She’s… s-sleeping. Everything’s great.”
Duff chuckled softly against your skin, and you slapped his arm with the hand not holding the phone. He didn’t stop… of course he didn’t. He was enjoying every second of it. Watching you struggle to stay composed while he made it impossible.
“Are you sure?” his mom’s voice asked kindly. “You sound a little out of breath.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to moan. “Oh, uh—just went upstairs to check on her! That’s all. Everything’s fine, I swear.”
Duff grinned wickedly and pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, watching as you choked on a gasp and smacked his arm again. “Asshole,” you mouthed.
“I’m so glad,” his mom continued. “Thanks again for helping us out, Y/N.”
“No problem!” you said quickly, voice an octave too high. “Happy to help! Okay—bye!”
You hung up and threw the phone at the foot of the bed.
“Done?” Duff asked, voice low and smug.
You shoved his shoulder. “I hate you.”
He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Then hate me harder.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before Duff dragged your mouth back to his. It wasn’t sweet or slow, he kissed you like he owned you, like he was still laughing at the way you squirmed through that phone call and didn’t regret a damn second of it.
His rhythm picked up, deep and steady, dragging another moan out of you that you had to muffle into his shoulder. His name slipped past your lips more than once, half-curses, half-whimpers, and every time you did, it only made him smirk harder.
“That’s right,” he muttered against your throat. “Say it again. Louder this time.”
You gritted your teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Not a chance.”
Duff chuckled darkly. “Still playing stubborn, huh?” He shifted his angle, going deeper than he was before.
Your fingers clawed into his back as your body arched up into him. “God—Duff—”
“Yeah, there she is,” he growled, picking up the pace. “You gonna come for me, or you still pretending you don’t want to?”
“Shut up,” you gasped, nails raking down his shoulder blades. “You’re so full of yourself”
“I told you,” he panted, lips grazing your jaw. “You’d be the one begging. Not me.”
“Keep dreaming,” you snapped, even as your walls clenched around him.
He felt it, of course he did, and grinned against your mouth. “That feel like dreaming to you, baby?”
Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure hit. You came hard, legs locking around his waist as you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out his name loud enough to wake the whole damn house. He cursed under his breath at the feel of it, hips losing rhythm as he was cumming too.
Duff came with a rough groan into your neck, arms tightening around you like he couldn’t get close enough. His cock was buried deep as he spilled into you, breath hot and uneven.
For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of both of you breathing hard, skin sticky and hearts still racing.
Then—
“Well,” you panted, pushing damp hair off your forehead. “That was… something.”
Duff lifted his head, hair wild, still catching his breath. That smug grin was already creeping back. “Don’t act like it wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had.”
You gave him a flat look. “You are so annoying.”
“And yet,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your collarbone, “you’re still under me.”
“Purely for scientific purposes,” you quipped. “Studying the effects of sleeping with a cocky dumbass.”
He laughed, that deep rasp of his filling the room. “Yeah? And what’s your conclusion, professor?”
You smirked, fingers playing with a strand of his hair. “That maybe I’ll let you do it again, if you behave.”
Duff raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I don’t behave. But you’ll still be back.”
You pushed at his chest, even as a smile tugged at your lips. “You really think you’re that irresistible?”
He leaned in, lips brushing yours, his voice soft and teasing. “You tell me.”
You didn’t answer.
You just kissed him again.

- just spend night with us, fuck em all.
this is how love and friendship are different.
what’s a kind of magic
- o..m..g, they so wants me, meh…
- alright, i’ll give you a smile but then fuck off…
Too Young to Fall In Love