Guns N' Roses ✰ Oneshots

Apology Restraints ☆ Daxl

Warning(s) / Includes❗:
✩ Begging
✩ Praising
✩ Hair pulling
✩ Sucking/biting neck (hickeys)
✩ Fingering
✩ Sex (penis in bootyhole)
✩ Blowjob
✩ Hand job
✩ Orgasm Denial
✩ Bondage (handcuffed)
✩ Making out
✩ Top!Duff
✩ Bottom!Axl

(Let me know if I missed any...)

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Everyone did what Axl said. No questions asked. He said it, it happened. No 'thank you' or 'please'. Axl always got what he wanted with a snap of a finger; his boyfriend, Duff, was tired of it.

If Duff didn't do what Axl told him, he would instantly turn bratty and have more attitude than before.

Duff was sitting on his bed, listening to music. Everyone else was out doing their own thing. Duff couldn't help but think about how Axl treated him before he left.

He had an attitude as soon as he woke up, bossing everyone around.

"Steven, clean your fucking room; it's disgusting."

"You need to practice, you sound like shit."

"Wake the fuck up! Everyone needs to be up!"

"Can anyone do anything around here? Or do you fuckheads just leave everything to me?!"

Duff rolled his eyes just thinking about it.

Suddenly, his door opened, "Hey, Duff." It was Axl. "Hm?" Duff slightly raised his head. "You're still laying in bed?" Axl scoffed. "Yeah, maybe I was hiding from you."

"If you guys could do things on your own, I wouldn't have to yell at you guys." Axl sat next to Duff. "It's more than that. You've been more of an ass, lately. You nag us for every little thing and you boss us around all the time."

"I'm sorry." Axl ran his fingers through Duff's blonde hair. "You say that..." Duff mumbled. "No, I really mean it, Duff." Axl placed a kiss on Duff's cheek. Duff's eyes locked with Axl's, "I don't accept your apology."

"What? Why?" Axl questioned, slightly irritated. "You always say you're sorry, but you do it again." Duff elaborated, staring at the ceiling. "Fine. How about I make it up to you?" Axl asked as he gently twisted a piece of Duff's hair between his thumb and pointer finger.

"How?" Duff tilted his head slightly towards Axl. "Anything you want.." Axl trailed off, his hand resting on Duff's chest in a sultry way. "Yeah?" Duff smiled, kissing Axl. "Yeah."

"You wanna do my turn for dishes this week, then?" The tall blonde asked, a little humor in his voice. "Really, Duff?" Axl sighed, not laughing at all. "I'm kidding!" Duff laughed, cupping one of Axl's cheeks with his hand, running his thumb over his cheekbone. "It wasn't funny." Axl mumbled, slightly smiling. "I thought it was." Duff shrugged.

"Of course, you would." Axl rolled his eyes, moving to straddle the tall blonde. "There's the attitude again." Duff noted, raising his eyebrows. Axl ignored him, leaning down to kiss him.

Duff's hand slithered up Axl's leg, resting on his thigh. Axl leaned back up, catching his breath. "...wait, you said anything I want? Like anything?" Duff asked, an idea popping into his head. "Yup; anything."

Duff gently pushed Axl off of him, "Wait here." The blonde placed a kiss on Axl's lips before going over to open his closet. Axl anxiously looked over at Duff, wondering what he was going to pull out.

Duff came back, holding handcuffs. Axl immediately felt annoyed. He hated the handcuffs; they always restrained him, holding him back from touching Duff.