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Some duff fluff where reader gets her period while she was sleeping and accidentally gets blood on the sheets so she feels bad and he comforts her

A/n: A good chunk of the fluff that I write is about periods and I think that says a lot

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff on your period

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Duff combed his fingers through your hair, a warm smile on his face as he watched you sleep.

Your nose scrunched as you began to stir, eyes fluttering open but sleep clung to your eyelids, weighing them down. Duff kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead before he spoke. "Good morning, love." His voice was quiet and a little raspy from having woken up not long ago.

"Morning, Duffy." You mumbled, curling up and nuzzling your face into his chest. The movement was enough for you to feel a wetness between your legs.

Thinking you were just horny a grin spread across your face. You pushed Duff onto his back and straddled his lap, lips already going for his neck before you caught a glimpse of the crime scene on the sheets right where you'd been sleeping.

Your eyes widened, mortified at what you'd done. You quickly pulled the sheets up, trying to be discreet about it, and hauled ass to the bathroom with nothing more than a panicked "Excuse me."

Your shorts were ruined, there was no way to hide it. You sat on the toilet, holding your head in your hands as you tried to come up with something.

Finally, you reached for the toilet paper, it was your only hope.

"Hey, are you ok?" Duff's voice came from the other side of the door with a quick knock. "There's stuff under the sink." You paused for a moment before darting to the cabinets and finding a box of the same brand and same size pads/tampons that you use, along with a few other things. "Open the door, I've got something for you to change into." You chewed your cheek, hesitating to open the door.

You wanted to get out of your bloodstained shorts, a new pair of underwear wouldn't hurt either, but the thought of opening the door and looking him in the eye after that...

You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, still on your knees from digging through the cabinet.

Duff's head slowly fell as he tried to find you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he saw you. "You didn't do anything wrong, you know." He said, handing you a pile of clothes, some new underwear and sweats along with one of his shirts.

"Your sheets are ruined." You mumbled taking the clothes from him.

"They came with the apartment." He said. "You didn't ruin anything." He leaned down and gave your forehead a quick kiss before closing the door.

You changed, using the products he had on hand, gave yourself a quick pep talk in the mirror before heading out to face the issue at hand.

You swung the door open to see... nothing. Well, not nothing, just no mess. Duff was pulling the sheets into themselves, making a bundle to throw out.

He set the pile on the floor by the door before coming over to you and wrapping his long arms around you, pulling you tight to him. "Get yourself set up on the couch, I'll go throw these out and then we can watch movies or something." He said, peppering your face in kisses.

Duff left with the pile of sheets, you heard the front door close a moment later with pulled you from your trance. You shook your head, taking a last glance at the clothes on the floor of the bathroom. You weren't sure what to do with them, but he told you to go to the couch so you did.

You wrapped yourself up in a blanket, curling up in the corner of the couch until Duff came back. He pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, taking a seat beside you and wrapping his arm around you so he could pull you to his side.

"I need things." You mumbled. "I have them at my place, I can just go back-"

"What things?" He asked, cutting you off. "Heat pack? Ice cream? Your boyfriend?" He teased, kissing your cheek.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "A heat pack sounds nice." Without a second thought Duff got off the couch and went to the kitchen, pulling a grainy pillow from the fridge and putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before returning and handing it to you.

"I checked the date about a week ago and figured you'd be getting your period soon so I got prepared just in case." He explained, adjusting the blanket so he could get under with you.

You nodded at his explanation. "So, you track when I bleed and you know exactly what I use when I bleed."

Duff thought for a moment, staring at the TV across the room. "Wow... that makes me sound like a perv, doesn't it?" You laughed with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I-I just wanted to, like, make you comfortable, or something." He said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You shook your head and stretched your neck to kiss his jaw. "No, it was sweet, thank you for this."

"Really?" He asked, hand falling from your shoulder to the heat pack tucked into the waistband of your sweats.

"Yes, really, it was nice." You assured. You exhaled softly. "Duffy?"

"What is it?"

"Do you have any Advil?" He kissed the top of your head and hurried off to the bathroom.

Heaven

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Concept: 

Word count: 1,141

(some fluff, angst)

The tall clumsy blonde closed the door behind him, trying not to make a loud noise with his presence, but his cowboy boots thought otherwise. The thumps of the heels hitting the wood echoed through the apartment, still, you were too deep in your sleep to hear he was back. He knew you would be mad because he had left almost ten hours ago when he promised it was just a couple of drinks. It wasn’t the anger that scared him, it was the disappointment that used to peak in your beautiful eyes. Those eyes he promised to never see them turn dull.

“Shit!” he exclaimed in a whisper after accidentally pushing a chair. His body stood still, waiting to hear the creaking of the bed as you woke because of his dizziness, but there was no noise.

Regardless of how much alcohol was in his system, fear invaded his being. What if she left? The dark brown dusty boots made their way to the bedroom you shared with him, he was uncertain if he could bear the idea of you not being around anymore. And it was all his fault. Hazel eyes stared at the wooden boards, before gathering the courage to look at the bed, finding the beautiful woman who would wake them gleam every time their sight was set on her. Your soft hair spread across the pillow, pink lips slightly parted, with blue sheets that covered your delicate body. He was so lucky. Quickly taking his shoes and pants off, he jumped under the covers, softly wrapping his arms around you and pulling the weight so he could cuddle you. 

You snuggled up to him, eliciting a smile from him, who left a sweet kiss on your forehead. With the tour, recordings, rehearsals, and parties, Duff easily got caught up in the wild rockstar life, sometimes forgetting the most important part of it. The one he was grateful to the universe for crossing into his path. His life changed completely when he met you; found a confidant, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a person who would never judge him if it wasn’t for the best, a lover, the worst joker ever, but most importantly, the love of his life. 

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i LOVE when he uses his hair like that

crazy how duff is totally my type of man and woman

Can you do a fem!reader x Izzy Stradlin where the reader gets Izzy to try a strap on. At first he acts like he doesn't like it but then he starts to really get into it. The reader goes a little rough by like pulling his hair or pushing his head into the pillow, making him look at her while he begs for her to go softer. With some use of a mommy kink too please!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/n: Became self aware while writing this, might die later, haven’t decided yet

Warnings: Smut, pegging, begging, mommy kink, face riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Izzy let out a heavy sigh and brought the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. “I’m not ready for this.” He mumbled.

You chuckled and shook your head, arms wrapped around the one he used to hold himself up on the bed. “You’ll be fine, you just need to relax.”

You were both naked in your bed, Izzy had agreed to letting you peg him but only if he was wasted. This was his second bottle and it was almost empty. “I can’t relax with that thing staring at me.” He said, nodding to the black dildo that stuck out of the blankets, base attached to your strap.

You waved him off. “You’ll be fine, just let mommy take care of you.” You teased, taking the bottle from him and setting it on the bedside table.

Izzy heaved a sigh again and moved to his hands and knees. “And if I say cinnamon?” He asked, looking back at you.

“I’ll stop, I promise.”

“Fucking better.” You rolled your eyes at his grumbling and squirt some lube onto two fingers, he’d already been prepped but you wanted to be safe. You smeared the cold substance over him, plunging your fingers into his hole and making him gasp.

You planted your hands on his hips and pushed into him, pulling his hips to yours and pausing, letting him adjust to the stretch before you started moving.

It wasn’t long before you started hearing him moan. He bit his lip to silence them but they kept coming. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?” You asked, rubbing up and down his sides in a soothing gesture as you rocked your hips into him.

"Shut up." He grunted, voice shaky as a moan tried to escape him. "Just go faster."

"Oh?" You mused. "Is that so? Poor puppy wants mommy to do faster, huh?" He huffed, shooting you a look. You snapped your hips into him and got to see his eyes flutter, the way they crossed ever so slightly. "Mommy's feeling nice, don't you worry, sweetheart."

Izzy's arms gave out when you sped up, forcing his face into the pillow below. It was enough for Izzy and he stopped manually muffling himself, unfortunately for him it wasn't a very thick pillow.

You heard every whine, every moan, all those little whimpers and begs for more, aching cock dribbling onto the towel you put underneath him before you even started. He thought it was stupid but you promised he'd be creaming by the time you were done with him. You loved keeping your promises.

"Oh-oh god, please, mommy, I-I can't- I can't take it anymore, please!" He cried, desperately trying sit himself up so he could look back at you. Deciding to help him you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back.

"Yeah? What is it, sweetheart? Mommy needs you to use your words, can you do that for her?" You asked, tone mocking while he sniffled and whimpered.

"I-I- oh god- ngh ah!" He cried. His perky cock rested against his abdomen, beating an angry red and leaking pre all the way down until it dripped off his balls. "Cum, can-can I cum? Please, mommy." Your brows raised at that. You called yourself mommy, Izzy had called you that on occasion but only as a joke, he was never begging you, all snot nosed and needy.

You let go of his hair and let him fall back onto the mattress. "Roll over." You ordered. "Mommy wants to see puppy's pretty face when he cums on her cock." You said, pulling out just so he could move onto his back, hands pre-emptively going to the pillow, stained with tears, under his head to have something to cling onto.

Your hands went to his thighs, you could see he was thinking the same as you. Time and time again you found yourself in this positions, hands on thighs and pillows, crying and begging for more. Usually it was the other way around, which made this weird, not weird, really, but... different.

You smiled down at him, leaning down to kiss him. "Mommy's gonna make her good boy cum, don't worry." You said, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face, a few strands still sticking to his forehead from sweat. "And then you'll make mommy cum, how about that?"

He nodded eagerly. "I-I promise, mommy." He mused, swallowing thickly, not from nervousness though.

You smiled down at him and sat up straighter. "Good boy, I'll hold you to that, you know." He didn't care, he was a cockdrunk slut, reaching for a high.

You rocked and rolled your hips, setting that same brutal pace as before, snapping your hips into his and hearing those sounds bounce off the walls and right back onto your ears, he didn't even try to hide them anymore, he wanted you to hear him, wanted you to hear how good you were making him feel.

Izzy reached for yours in a desperate moment, forcing your attention away from his puffy hole sucking you in to his wet cheeks and red eyes, pout tugging at his lips. "Mommy-mommy, please, lemme cum, m'so close, lemmy cum!" He pleaded, weakly tugging on your hand.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "Be a good boy and let it out, let it all out for mommy." You mused, letting go of his hand to stroke his dick, making him gasp loudly.

You watched his eyes roll back into his head and his back arch off the mattress. You heard him go silent and saw the spurts of cum shoot from his slit and onto his stomach and chest, shifting with every heave of breath he took in.

His jaw stayed dropped the whole time as he stared into oblivion, taking in the pleasure as it racked his body. He swallowed and brought his hazy eyes back to you once he came down from it, a tired smile spreading over his face. "Thank you, mommy."

You smiled back at him undid the strap wrapped tightly around you, doing your best to keep the dildo in him. "Don't thank me yet, sugar, you still need to fulfill your end of the bargain." His brows furrowed slightly but quickly widened when he realized what you meant as you moved up the bed, hovering over his face.

His whining and crying only spurred you on as you rode his face, his tongue buried deep in you, nose bumping your clit while you held onto the headboard for stability. Feeling that knot in your gut tightening, ready to snap, your moans got louder and you heard every whimper from Izzy, the sensations it sent through you were heavenly, with that toy still buried deep inside him every twitch was painful with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good, such a good boy for mommy!" You moaned, head falling back as you felt the strings of the knot coming undone. Izzy's hands were on your thighs, squeezing them so tightly while you bounced on his face.

You called out for him as you came, hips not stopping and you sat your entire weight on him, suffocating him, not that he cared, neither did you, not in the slightest.

You moved off of him, breathing heavy. Izzy slowly sat up next to you, pulling the dildo out of him and tossing it on the floor. He curled up next to your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tighter to him.

You chuckled and swatted at him. "Don't try and act all tough guy, you were the one begging mommy to let you cum." You teased, kissing his cheek.

Izzy snorted but had no reply. He was tired and nuzzled into you, kissing your cheek. You heard his breathing get softer and softer until he was asleep against you.

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

i love illegal movie websites

”wow! you’re so mature!” thanks! i didn’t get a choice

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