Pretty Boy

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.

I love love love the LSD story you did with axl and Izzy! Can you make more stories like that or maybe even another part to that one?

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The motel room is a shrine to bad decisions. Burnt orange wallpaper, an old Zenith TV coughing static, and a carpet that’s seen more crimes than it should have. Duff’s sprawled across the bed, long legs stretched out, flicking a Zippo open and closed. Slash is on the floor, back against the nightstand, hat tipped low, absently rolling a joint between his fingers like it’s second nature.

Then there’s you.

The acid slides into your bloodstream like a warm hand on your back, pushing you forward, forward, forward. The edges of the room melt, colors start humming. Duff’s denim jacket is speaking to you. Slash’s curls are moving like they have their own heartbeat.

“You feelin’ it yet?” Duff grins, kicking his boots off. His voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a long tunnel.

You nod, too slow, watching your own hand like you just discovered fingers. “It’s like… everything is everything, you know?”

Slash chuckles, lighting the joint. “Deep.” He takes a hit, passes it to Duff. “Next, you’re gonna tell me time is a lie.”

You blink. Wait. Is it?

Your mind jumps tracks. The TV static is talking to you, whispering in a language only you understand. You stand up too fast, the floor a trampoline, and suddenly the motel room isn’t a room—it’s a portal, a living thing, breathing.

“Whoa, hey—” Duff’s on his feet, hands up like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “You good?”

But you’re not good. The world is sliding sideways. The neon sign outside bleeds through the blinds, pulsing like a heartbeat, and you swear you can hear it thinking. The cigarette smoke curling from Slash’s lips looks like a goddamn spirit, swirling, whispering.

“I… I think—” Your throat locks up. Your skin feels wrong. Too tight. Too small.

Duff moves fast, grabs your arms before your legs forget how to hold you up. “Alright, alright. We’re gonna sit you down before you take a fuckin’ swan dive into the TV, okay?”

You’re breathing too fast. The air feels thick, like trying to inhale syrup.

Slash flicks his joint into the ashtray, eyes sharper now. “She’s spiraling.” He looks at Duff. “Get her some water. I’ll keep her grounded.”

You try to pull away. “No, no, no—water is poison, man, I see it, I see the molecules, they’re wrong, they’re all wrong—”

“Jesus Christ,” Duff mutters but heads for the sink, rattling through motel cups.

Slash leans in, voice low and steady. “Okay, look at me.” His eyes lock onto yours, dark, unwavering. “You’re okay. You just took a little too much, that’s all. It’s just chemicals in your brain, playing tricks. But you’re here. You’re safe.”

Safe. That word feels foreign, like it doesn’t belong to you.

“You’re real,” you murmur, reaching out. Your fingers graze the leather of his jacket, grounding yourself in something solid.

“Real as a motherfucker,” Slash says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So’s Duff. So’s this room. You’re not falling apart, you just think you are.”

Duff shoves a cup into your hands. “Drink.”

You hesitate, staring at the water like it’s some alien substance. But Duff’s got that big-brother look, the one that says, Don’t argue, just do it. You sip, and it’s colder than you expected, running down your throat like a thread pulling you back to reality.

Slash exhales, watching you. “Better?”

You nod, slow. The walls aren’t breathing as much. The colors don’t seem so loud.

Duff ruffles your hair like you’re a little kid. “Atta girl.”

Slash leans back, lighting another cigarette. “You scared the shit out of us.”

You breathe, really breathe this time, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry.”

Duff grins, sprawling back on the bed. “Just don’t go full Fear and Loathing on us next time, alright?”

Slash smirks, blowing out smoke. “Yeah. Or at least give us a head start before you start talking to the TV.”

And just like that, the night rolls on. The trip settles, the laughter comes easy, and the room—this grimy, cigarette-stained, neon-lit box—feels a little more like home.

that girl is more strong than me, I would have already jumped on him

AND HE HAS TO LOWER SO MUCH TO EQUAL HEIGHT WITH HER

Besties loo

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could u do something where james hetfield accidentally makes the reader squirt

thanks and LOVE ur writing

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James was between your legs, fingers buried deep inside you and tongue lapping up your juices.

James knew you'd been having a tough time with work and he wanted to treat you right once you got home, he'd spent time making a nice dinner and setting up snacks for a movie night, the cherry on top was when he got on his knees.

You'd only been dating a few months and got worried he was rushing, but then he tugged on your pants. It definitely helped you relax, it always did.

His fingers curled and dragged and hit everywhere you needed him, lips suction around your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.

Your hands buried in his hair, tugging on the thick blond strands, pulling him impossibly closer, your hips bucking and grinding against his face, seeking any and all friction you could get.

You couldn't get enough of him, and you were both perfectly fine with that.

Your thighs kept clamping around his head, he never told you to stop but you couldn't picture that being comfortable, no matter how many times he'd tell you he could die happily that way.

James pulled away, just enough to talk to you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt while his fingers kept moving and curling inside you. "Fuck, you're so good... Such a good girl for me, sweet thing... Just keep making those sounds." He purred, kissing your inner thigh.

You could feel a knot growing inside you just as it always did, only it felt... different. A good different, an amazing different.

"Jamie-! Jamie, feels-feels weird." You moaned out, head rolled back against the couch. James didn't pay attention that comment, not when you were barely keeping yourself from closing your thighs around his head.

You couldn't hold back much longer, moans and cries getting louder and higher until all of it came to a crash. Your thighs locked around James's head, grip in his hair nearly pulling it out as you came hard around his fingers, a gush leaving you and spraying him in the face.

He couldn't even move and just accepting you were waterboarding him.

After a moment when you'd finally calmed down he pushed your legs off his shoulder and sat back, staring up at you in awe, gaze only flickering down to see your pretty, glistening cunt.

"What was that..?" He asked hesitantly.

Your chest rose and fell deeply, your head still rolling back. You smiled weakly at him. "Do it again." You said in almost a pleading tone. He couldn't say no to that, not when his shirt was drenched and his jeans were ruined, though that part wasn't technically your fault.

KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK

These 2 walk into a bar who you going to go home with?

Modern Au Slash

A/n: There's a video of Slash talking about how he locked himself in his office to play guitar hero for, like, three days straight so imagine if he was a kid growing up with Minecraft.

Warnings: Slash names a cat hambone

You came into Slash's room, his mom, Ola, had given him the basement since it was big enough to fit all his little fixations and also muffled him and his guitar.

The walls were lined with terrariums and plastered with posters, ranging from bands in the 90's all the way back to the 60's.

Slash was sat in the corner at his computer playing Minecraft while a Led Zeppelin played from his vintage record player.

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting on your chin on the top of his head. "What're you building?" You asked, watching as he placed a few blocks.

"A house." You smiled at his blunt response. You'd been dating him a few months and come to realize that he wasn't cold, he didn't speak like that because he didn't care, his attention was just directed elsewhere. Didn't mean he wanted you gone.

"A house?" You asked, hoping to get more out of him.

"Yeah." He paused the game and turned to you, looking up at you with a pureness in his eyes. "You said you were gonna get the game soon so I was building us a house." He explained. "I'll teach you how to play on here, make it easy." You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks, you didn't have to, though." He shrugged and pulled you onto his lap so you were facing him. He swiveled the chair back to the computer and rested his head on your shoulder as he continued to play.

"I wanted to, and I had the time." You chuckled softly at that and kissed his cheek. "Look." He said.

You looked at the screen over you shoulder and saw that he had already decorated the houses interior, having given you guys a shared bed. There was a cat on it but it didn't seem to have a name.

"We have a cat?" You asked.

Slash shrugged. "You said you wanted a main coon so I found a mod for one." You kissed his temple.

"Of course you did, loser." You teased.

Slash laughed. "Don't be mean or I'm calling him hambone." You pulled away from him, staring at him in confusion.

"Hambone?" He smiled widely at you.

You stared at the screen as he got a nametag. You watched in horror as the cute cat got flipped upside down.

"What the hell did you do?!" You yelled, staring at the monstrosity while Slash cackled.

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

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This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

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all big points honey, gonna show it to my grandma thanks 😚😚

i have baby fever so bad WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM ONLY 14 I WANT A BABY RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭