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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.

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how can this fandom so dry, all content is like, 3 years ago 💔

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 nirvana cause its a 50/50, its either going to be the most gut wrenching soul crushing lyrics with such meaning an average listener can never fully grasp. Or it’s gibberish with a sick guitar solo.

a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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Appreciation for baby Kirk trying to be all tough and sexy......😉😉🔥🔥He nailed one of them....🤭🤭

You shld write the sluttiest switch slash fic for my birthday!! 😁

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A/n: Hope this is good enough for you pookie

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, Slash rides reader, submissive Slash, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"Just put it in!" Slash growled, he'd been hinting at it for about a month now but you hadn't expected him to go out and buy a strap for you, or a dildo he was comfortable with.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not going fast enough for you, Slash, I've never been on this end of it!" You bit back, holding his hips -resting your hands on his hips, you weren't doing much holding.

He was on his knees in front of you, facing the end of the bed where he'd set up a mirror. This whole thing was his idea, he'd gotten everything set up, the mirror, the toys, he'd even prepped himself while you were at work. Now we was all ready for you and wiggling his hips in anticipation, looking back at you with a less than enthused look.

"It's the same as riding me, isn't it?" He asked, voice all raspy. Slash was very patient but he just looked so annoyed at your innocents to this. You huffed and pushed the tip of the silicone to his pulsing hole.

Slash let out a heavy sigh, getting some satisfaction finally. You moved slow at first, figuring he'd still need some easing into it since he hadn't used the toy before, just his fingers. You only agreed to this when you caught him fingering himself when he thought you were out grocery shopping.

He was on his stomach, reaching back and pumping his fingers in and out desperately chasing a high that was constantly chasing him. He'd been in tears when you got on the bed, begging for you to help him cum because he just couldn't do it.

You pushed the last inch in, a strangled whine left him. You looked to the mirror and saw him eyeing himself, a few tears rolling down his cheeks already. "Never had something this deep in you before, huh?" You asked, rubbing his ass soothingly. He shook his heads, at the lack of response you raised your hand and brought it down on the soft flesh. "Words, mutt."

His breathing was heavy, his face half buried in a pillow. He lifted himself slightly to speak. "Never-never been this full before." He muttered, voice slightly shaky.

You smiled down at him, rubbing the stinging spot you'd hit. "Good boy... that's what I thought, why you wanted this so bad, huh?" You started rolling your hips into him, fucking him nice and slow.

"Ngh-! Oh god, yes, wanted mommy to fuck me so good." You hadn't realized how quickly you'd fall into this role but it was fun. You started moving your hips faster, getting higher whines from him until he gasped and his body tensed.

A smirk spread over your face. "Right there?" You asked, hitting that same spot again.

Slash nodded desperately. "Yes! Yes, right there, mommy, right there." He babbled, pushing his ass back into you. You gave him another smack and he moaned but stayed still, loving every second of your dominant side. "Fuck, go faster." He asked, so small you decided to agree, moving faster, snapping your hips at that same angle repeatedly.

His body bounced up and down the bed, with every thrust, his noises getting louder as he got closer. His eyes were locked on himself in the mirror, the way his face contorted in pleasure, his lips parting in lewd moans. He was shaky but he managed to hold himself up, watching his hard dick sway pathetically with your rough pace.

He watched his stomach closely, looking for the bulge he always made in your stomach but he couldn't see it, even when he placed a hand over his stomach he could barely feel the toy. He knew it wasn't very big, he wasn't very experienced with this so he wanted something easy, but it was disappointing.

You leaned forward, pulling his hair out of his face and turning his head to look at you. "Don't worry, one day you'll know what it feels like to be really full." You mused. He didn't look too impressed.

He pushed you off of him, muffling the whine he let out when the toy freed itself from him. Slash was still bigger than you and had no issues moving you how he pleased. He flipped you onto your back and lined himself up with the toy before sinking down on it, tight ass swallowing it whole.

Your brows were raised the whole time, eyes widened slightly as he started riding you. It took him a minute to figure it out but watching his jaw drop as he got himself off was your new favourite sight. You could feel your own gut tightening, a heat spreading through you as he gripped the sheets, cock tapping your abdomen every few seconds.

"You look so cute like this." You muttered, watching him closely. A soft blush spread from his face down his chest, the curly bush creeping up his stomach, the slight curve of his cock as he leaked and pulsed painfully.

"Mh-! Please-please, mommy... can I- can I cum? Please, mommy, it hurts." He begged, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, momentarily choking back his moans. His legs were starting to burn, thighs aching but he didn't stop, he was so close to finally getting what he wanted, after all this time.

You smiled, still eyeing his leaking cock. "Yes, you can cum, but you have to clean it up after." He tuned out the rest of what you said, a yes was all he needed. He slammed himself down on you, on the toy, silent moans leaving him as he threw his head back, jaw falling slack as ropes of cum shot over your stomach, some making it to your chest.

It took him a minute to cum down from it, his eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing ragged. He tried lifting himself off the toy but even that was a lot for him. His legs hurt and he was tired, he dropped himself again and his eyes shot open, his cock twitching to life again.

Your smile just spread further across your face. "We are definitely getting more toys for you." You assured, rolling your hips up into him again.