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use-your-delusion · 1 year

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𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.2K

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You don't cry, you never cry. You've always been the rock for the people around you, and now one night on your cold kitchen floor it's all coming crashing down around you. You thought you could have your breakdown in peace, but as he walks through the front door you realize you've never felt more relieved and embarrassed at the same time before.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angsty! Mentions of reader being hit by boyfriends in the past, mentions of blood.

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The smallest slivers of moonlight shone in through the cracks of your kitchen blinds, bathing the tiled floor.

The tiles were cool against your bare skin, hot and sweaty from your crying. You weren't sure how long you'd been sitting there, back pressed against the fridge and your head tilted back at an impossible angle, whilst you bit your lip and choked in your sobs.

Your shoulders were shaking and heaving as your hands tightened around your shoulders, hugging yourself in a desperate attempt to send the hot, heavy tears away. You tore your eyes away from the white blanket of the ceiling and read time on the digital clock in your hallway.

The blinking red numbers stared back you, reading 2:34 AM.

That meant you'd been here at least an hour. You remembered stumbling in through your door at 1 o'clock this morning, still giggling from your night out. You'd stubbed your toe, and very dramatically hopped around your cramped hallway, sending things flying.

A vase had been knocked to the ground and shattered into fragments of which you'd somehow managed to cut your foot on, and as you'd been trying to find some paper towel in the kitchen to clean it up, your wave of emotion had hit you and you'd sunk to your floor, unable to stop the tears by the time you realized they'd arrived.

You weren't quite sure why you were crying. Maybe it was because at 24 years old, all you had to show for yourself was this shitty shoe box apartment and your termination letter sitting right in the middle of your coffee table.

You hadn't cried when you were fired last week, if anything you were relieved that you were no longer being groped by strange men in one of the dodgiest clubs in LA. You weren't exactly completely unemployed either, you'd been casually making some money the past couple of weeks dancing in the early hours of the morning for unmarried men who still lived in their mothers basements.

You were still being groped by strange men as a stripper, but it certainly paid far better to compensate for it than serving drinks ever did.

That couldn't be the only reason you were crying though. You were stronger than this, and you hadn't cried in years. Surely this wasn't what it took to send you over the edge?

Hopelessly, you reached out to a piece of paper towel, not caring it was the one you had cleaned your foot with in your drunken state, and blew your nose on a white patch of it.

Your shoulders had stopped shaking and your sniffles had quietened down now, letting you think more clearly without being clouded by emotion.

Your watery eyes drifted to your kitchen counter where a photo of a man sat, a little girl balanced on his knee with a huge smile on his face. Maybe that's why you were crying.

What would your father think to see his baby girl like this? He had told you before he passed that he'd be proud of you no matter where you ended up, but how could he be proud of this? A mess of a young woman, barely able to afford her crappy apartment by stripping? Girls your age were married, and yet all you had were past boyfriends who'd all thought it ok to lay their hands on you?

That's something no father could be proud of.

Your head met your knees as a loud wail left your mouth, taking you by surprise. It felt like an iron fist had taken your heart in both hands and crushed what was left of it, as your father's death hit you harder than it ever had since you'd moved to the city.

You felt the loneliness when you'd moved here, with no friends or family around in a new city, and now, even though you had friends who felt just like family, you'd never felt lonelier than you did in this moment.

Your door swung open, taking you by surprise as you lifted your head from your knees, peaking at the intruder.

It was a tall man with a familiar mop of hair, drunkenly stumbling through your hallway, taking note to hope over the smashed glass on the floor.

"Y/n!"

You heard his voice call out, you could hear the grin on his face as well as he walked through your living room and stuck his head in the bathroom and your bedroom trying to locate you.

You wanted to call out, tell him you were in the kitchen and you needed help, because by god you needed help, but something held you back. Embarrassment perhaps? Some fear to be vulnerable in front of your friends? Maybe it was your selfish need for them to see you as perfect and stronger than you really were?

You didn't quite know, but you still bit your tongue and listened as Slash made his way through the apartment, still calling out your name with growing concern in his voice.

"You can come out now!" He called with a small child-like giggle. His concern dropped as he must've decided you were playing some game. His footsteps grew closer and closer as they rounded your kitchen counter and he saw you, curled up in the corner against your fridge.

"There you are!" He proudly grinned, not noticing the blood that was smeared on your kitchen tiles, the tear tracks stained onto your puffy face, or the way your body instinctively tried to curl further away from him into your corner. "I was-"

He cut himself off, the smile dropping from his face as he seemed to notice something was wrong. It was dark in your kitchen, but it didn't take a genius to work out you weren't ok. Even Slash could do it in the dark.

"Hey..." His voice trailed off as he moved forward to crouch beside you, and you let out a shuddering breath, keeping your eyes from meeting his. Instead you focused on those blaring numbers on the digital clock.

2:39 AM

"What's the matter." He was drunk, but his voice sobered up and softened as he laid a gentle hand to rest on your shoulder. Your body begrudgingly leaned into it. The human contact was grounding, pulling you out of the mess you were climbing through inside your mind. "Have you been crying?"

You sniffled and looked up at him, his big brown eyes holding a sincerity you'd never seen before. "No." You retorted sarcastically, but your choked up voice gave it away.

"Your makeup says otherwise." He pointed out, twisting his body to sit beside you. One of his arms came around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, enveloped into the side of his body. You wanted to pull away, be left to your mess by yourself, but the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beside you was too soothing. You gave in to it, resting your head against his shoulder.

His curls tickled your face, and clung to it from the sweat and tears that had gathered, but it didn't bother you. It was a welcome sensation.

"You're bleeding." He remarked after a few moments of silence, and you nodded against his body.

"I'm sorry." You whispered into the darkness. Your hands were gripping at your shoulders like a lifeline.

"Don't be." He shook his head. "You have to clean it, not me."

"I wasn't talking about the floor, asshole." A tiny chuckle escaped you. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."

Now that your sadness had passed, you felt more mortified than anything by his presence. You and Slash weren't friends, per se. More like an occasional fuck-buddy when you had both drank too much. You couldn't remember the name of the girl who you had met him through, but you worked with her and she skipped town a few months ago. She'd started seeing Duff, dragging you and your other colleagues along with her to his shows and parties with them, and that's where you'd met Slash.

You didn't want a relationship, and neither did he, so your arrangement worked out well for the both of you - until now.

Having a close friend see you like this was bad enough, let alone him.

"Why would you be sorry, baby?"

His soft voice brought more tears to your eyes and you shook your head.

"Don't call me that." You pulled away from him, keeping your eyes away from his so you wouldn't have to see his confusion or hurt, if there was any there. You knew what your relationship with him was, and you knew who he was. You weren't a person, you were a pussy. "Look, Slash, we both know you came here to fuck me tonight but clearly that isn't going to be happening, so you don't have to stick around."

"Y/N." He spoke your name softly, sounding more hurt than you'd imagine him to be by your words. His hand tightened it's grip on your shoulders, preventing you from getting up and walking away like you oh so wanted to do. "I like having you around."

His words stopped you from trying to pull away from his grip.

"Not just because of what you can do for me and give to me, but because I like you. As a person, not just someone I can fuck."

His words took you by surprise. Naturally, in the time you'd been together you'd developed some sort of friendship, but in your mind you had always thought it would be sexual for him.

"So I'm going to sit with you on your floor, clean your foot, and your gonna tell me what's running through your head, ok?" He asked, once again pulling you out of your mind.

You nodded before your dry mouth found the words. "O-Ok."

He moved from his position beside you, leaving you aware of the lack of warmth he had been giving you. He discarded your dirty pieces of paper towel and reached for a washcloth, standing up to wet it before he crouched back down in front of you and gently grabbed hold of your bleeding foot, placing it in his lap.

He almost cradled it more lovingly than his guitar, as he ran the cloth over both the dried blood and the somewhat deep cut the glass had left in your foot. It only took a few moments for him to completely clean it up, far better than you'd managed.

Somehow, the drunk man running a wet rag over your bloody foot was the most intimate you'd ever felt with him in all your time together. A small fact that scared the shit out of you.

Of course you'd thought about a relationship with Slash, but it would never work out. He was Slash, and as his band gained more popularity, more and more women through themselves at them. He already had his pick of the litter, and to be completely honest you wondered what he was still doing coming to your door at ungodly hours of the morning. You also couldn't be the only woman he was sleeping with, not by a long shot. You were just one of the many.

And that was just him - you had your own baggage and list of reasons why a relationship would never work. Every man in your past had raised a hand against you, leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth. Not to mention that you were technically unemployed, only being paid cash under the table for your dancing, and living in a home fit for a mouse. You'd been thinking of giving up and moving back home.

"You got any band aids?" Slash asked, his brown eyes peering at you from beneath his mop of curls.

You nodded, mouth dry. "Medicine cabinet."

He squeezed your ankle before standing up, a silent promise that he'd be back soon. It only left your mind reeling more.

You had to end whatever it was that you had going on with him if you didn't want to end up hurt, but the way he came back and tenderly placed a band aid on your foot, eyebrows furrowed like he was performing brain surgery pulled on your heartstrings in a way that you just despised.

"Your not bleeding anywhere else?" He asked gently and you shook your head. The only other physical pain you were in was your massive headache. Your brain was throbbing against your skull from all the crying and it had left you exhausted.

"Just take me to bed please." Your little whisper may as well have broken his heart as he leaned forward to help pull your wobbly frame up.

He couldn't carry you - he was too intoxicated for that, but he could let you lean against his body for support as the two of you made your way into your bedroom, a route he was far too familiar with.

You made a beeline for your bed, not caring you were still in your jeans and tight tank top, you just kicked off your heels and let your body hit the mattress.

Your head found it's way too your pillow, and through your already half closed eyes you watched Slash, the notorious guitar player who went through women like underwear, kick off his boots and climb into the bed beside you, prompting you to roll over. It surprised you - you definitely thought he'd left by now, by you didn't fight it when he lazily wrapped his arms around you.

It was a summer night, so the heat between the two of you was uncomfortable, but his presence was helping you more than you'd like to admit, so you brought your forehead towards his chest, letting it rest against him, moving in sync with his deep breaths.

"You never told me what was wrong." He whispered softly, a hand coming up behind your head to smooth down your messy hair. His chest vibrated as he spoke, comforting you. He was there.

"Everything." You answered him truthfully. He squeezed you a little tighter in response. "I got fired last week. I never told you."

You could feel him still.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?" You asked him, honestly. "You aren't my boyfriend. I never thought you'd care this much."

"I care more than you think." He almost sounded hurt by your words.

"I know that now." You leaned into him a little more, if it was even possible. You felt him throw a leg over your own. Normally him doing that would send nervous butterflies through your stomach, but not this time. This time it reassured you and comforted you. There was no reason for you to be nervous with him anymore.

"So what're you gonna do?" He asked quietly, into the darkness of your room and you sighed.

"I've been stripping for some cash under the table. It's enough to get me by until I find something better."

You felt his hands tighten even more around you. Not in the kind, gentle caring way like earlier though - no, this was possessive. It was jealous and almost angry. Not toward you, of course, but toward the fact that you had to entertain men, men who weren't him, to afford to live now.

"I don't mind it, really. The girls are all really sweet there, I was just thinking about how disappointed my dad would be in me."

There it was. Slash knew about your father, a story you hated telling. You hated giving people the sob-story, you always felt like it was a cry for attention, like no one really cared and you were speaking to deaf ears, but tonight it didn't feel that way.

"I doubt he would be. You're surviving. It's more than some people can say. And speaking for myself, I'm so, so proud of you."

You almost snorted. "What for?"

"For moving halfway across the country to a city where you knew nobody. That takes guts." He started, and you could tell he wasn't finished. "You've worked your ass off to make your ends meet, and even though your apartment isn't much, it's more than what most people here can show off."

"Thank you." You said sincerely, your hand snaking around his torso and resting on the small of his back. You traced small circles with your fingertips, and felt goosebumps erupt across his back. Strangely, this was the most intimate thing you'd ever done with him.

"That's not all."

"Mmm." You hummed. "What else?"

"I'm proud of you for letting me be here tonight."

His words held more vulnerability in them than you'd ever heard from him, and it made you open your eyes and peer up at him, to find him already looking down at you.

"You're strong and independent, and you don't want a relationship from what you've been through, and I respect that but fuck I- I just want you to know that I wish we could do this more. I want to come into your bed and hold you and talk to you instead of having a quick fuck and leaving. So I'm proud of you for letting me do this."

"I wish we could do this more too." You whispered silently after a moment, tearing your gaze from his, unable to handle the way he looked at you. "But you're gonna hurt me one day if we do. You won't want to, but you will."

He shook his head no. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Swear on my damn guitar."

You chuckled, unsure of what to say.

"I'm not asking you to date me Y/N." He said gently, this time taking your chin in his hand and raising it so you could look him in the eye. "I'm just asking you to be more than a quick fuck. I don't wanna fuck around with other women, and I don't wanna be out of your door before 5 in the morning. I want people to see you and know who you are to me."

Your heart squeezed in your chest at his words. Not the suffocating squeeze you got when you thought of your father, but the kind of squeeze you got from someone new making their way into your heart, setting up a little space for themselves that you wouldn't be able to get rid of no matter how hard you tried.

"I can do that for you." You nodded, swallowing softly.

He seemed almost surprised by your words at first, before leaning down and taking your lips in a soft kiss, softer than he would normally kiss you. You could tell he wanted to deepen it, to climb on top of you and make love rather than fuck you, but you were tired. You were so, so tired, so you pulled away, giving him the hint.

He allowed you to rest your head against his chest again, one arm wrapped tightly around you to keep you close in the night.

It was a strange feeling knowing that he'd still be here beside you when you woke up, but it was a welcome feeling that left you warm inside and safe as you felt yourself fall asleep.

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𝐀/𝐍: Welp I really hope you liked it. It got longer than I thought it would be, and I don't love how I ended it but I do really like this! More fics will be coming soon, next up for Duff, and my requests are 100% open for you!

Currently I've been using prompts to help me write these, but if there's anything in particular you wanna see let me know <3

#slash #slash x reader #slash imagine #slash fanfic #slash fic #slash angst #slash x you #slash smut #slash fluff

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duffslut · 1 year

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Don't touch my hair!

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 292

Warnings: Fluff!

Slash was lying on the bed with his head resting in your lap, it was one of the rare moments when he was distracted enough to allow you to run your hands through the curls of his hair.

Your fingers caressed his hair until you got distracted and pulled a strand a little too hard.

- Damn it! Are you fucking trying to kill me? - Slash asked, abruptly lifting his head from your lap.

- Nooo. - You apologized, trying to go after your boyfriend but he sat sullenly on the bed. - I'm sorry baby. - You whispered in his ear. - You don't need to be mad.

Slash whined like a spoiled baby, crossing his arms and pulling away from you every time you tried to get close to him. You muttered a curse to yourself, it sounded silly but you were obsessed with your boyfriend's hair, and he was too vain of it to let anyone run a hand through his soft, fragrant curls.

He kept his features straight and his brows furrowed, not moving.

- I'll take care of it. - You said, and then you give Slash a careful peck on the head, as if to heal a wound. - Tell me where it hurts. - You asked, getting closer and closer to him carefully.

Slash put his hand on his head, where you had accidentally pulled his hair, he made a sly pout and you nodded, saying nothing, just running your fingers through his hair more carefully than ever and whispering some sweet words in your boyfriend's ear, who little by little, seemed to be relaxed again.

- Come baby, lay down here. -You said, asking Slash to rest his head on your thighs again, and he did. - I love taking care of you, my spoiled kitty.

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stevenssticks · 7 months

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feeling so feral for sub!slash, i can’t stop imagine riding his face and just turn him into a mess while all he can do is lick, suck and moan into your pussy

ughhhh he turns me into a fucking animal

this is so… sooooo. ok this man liked to be thrown around a bit yk…. like him in handcuffs is so fucking hot like stop.

making this big powerful man get all subby for you, squirming on the bed begging you to sit on his face, grind on it as you please. writhing against the restraints around his wrists. they get so irritated that you reluctantly take them off so he can actually play his guitar tomorrow. immediately he’s on you, pulling you down to fully sit on him, pushing and pulling you to drag your cunt against his tongue while he whines into you.

you grab his hair, pulling him up to meet your hips where you fuck his face, clit catching on his nose and sliding over his tongue and he’s just covered in you, making these punched out little whines and moans beneath you muffled by tour pussy in his face. you slap his hands away to pull off him, getting a nice good look at him. face shiny with your slick and his spit. his lips are parted and swollen a pretty pink, looking up at you all dazed and thoroughly fucked out. “please….”

it’s the first word to leave his lips since you started, him being reduced to long, drawn out groans when you started kissing him before shoving him down into position. you smile down at him, answering his prayers by seating yourself back down on his face. slash’s arms immediately come to lock around your thighs again as you start up your slow grind, increasing the pace gradually until your legs are on fire, so fucking close to orgasm, and slash knows by you twitching on his tongue, pussy clenching where he fucks you with it.

slash then removes his tongue from your hole and swirls it around your clit before closing his lips and sucking hard, and you’re gone. pulling his hair and screaming out praises of how good of a boy he is, how good you feel and how well he did for you. and it’s all slash could ever want.

#WHEw.#asks and replies #p’s thots(^ ^*)#guns n roses #gnr #slash #slash gnr #slash guns n roses #slash fanfic #slash shut #gnr smut

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Property of the Band

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation

His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.

“I didn’t say to stop.” And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.

He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldn’t breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.

No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.

Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.

Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.

His cock slammed down you’d throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.

When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.

“Clean yourself up, it’s Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.” The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.

He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.

At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times he’d cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.

It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.

“So pretty, Y/N. You’re an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeous…can you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?” You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.

The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.

He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.

Three left and you still hadn’t been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.

“Axl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-“ you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.

The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.

He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where he’d hold you as you cried after.

“Hey.” He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. “We can’t.” He made a motion between the two of you.

“Oh…why?” He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.

You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and who’d go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?

“I met someone and it just seems like I’d be…I can’t.” He didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you weren’t going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.

Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.

Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.

“Axl doesn’t want to do this anymore.” They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.

“Well, that just means more for us.” You smirked at Slash’s words and he looked at Duff. “You want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.”

You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.

He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. He’d lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Duff’s cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slash’s face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.

“Are you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?” Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.

“I want you both.” They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.

A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.

Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.

He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.

“I can’t.” You met Slash’s eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.

“You can and you will.” Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.

Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.

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gnrlove1987 · 1 year

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“Y/n let me in!” Slash yelled from your doorstep.

He had been standing there for 15 minutes begging to come inside.

“No! Go away! I told you I didn’t want to see your face ever again!” You yelled back through the closed door.

It was a silent for a minute. Maybe he did finally leave. But barely a minute later, you had tapping at your window. You drew back the curtains and saw Slash throwing pebbles at your apartment window.

“Yn, please!” He dramatically shouted.

You rolled your eyes and opened the window.

“You’re drunk, Slash! Go home.”

“I’m sorry! I made a mistake. She meant nothing to me, I promise!” He yelled to the open window.

“ I don’t care! You fucked up for the last time!”

He looked like a wounded puppy but this breakup was his fault not yours. You just wanted him to get out of your sight but he refused to quit. It was good he had stopped the yelling to your second floor window but he didn’t leave either. He stayed on the lawn, staggering with a bottle of Jack in his hand. If he wanted to stay outside you couldn’t stop him but you were determined to keep him out of mind. You closed the window and shut the curtains tight, hoping he’d leave soon.

It must have been hours later when the doorbell woke you up on the couch you had fallen asleep on. You groggily rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock where 2 am flashed in front of you.

“You’ve got to me kidding.” You muttered to yourself

A quiet voice came from the other side of the door, “ Y/n, I’m begging you to open the door. I miss you. I didn’t even get a chance to give you your Valentine’s Day gift.”

You huffed but relented, slowly opening the door. With all the drama and bullshit he put you through, it wouldn’t hurt to get a gift.

You slowly opened the door and saw him standing before you holding roses, a heart shaped box of chocolates, and a card. He handed them to you and you softly thanked him. You glanced down and saw the receipt. He had bought the gifts 20 minutes before and at a rock bottom price since it technically wasn’t Valentine’s Day anymore. You stuck your tongue in your cheek, annoyed.

You then went to open the card. On the front was some cheesy pun and two cartoon birds. You softly smiled despite yourself that he picked such an innocent, wholesome card.

But, the best part though was when you unfolded the card and the first thing to greet you was your name misspelled in his handwriting. You dated for 8 months and he didn’t even spell your name right!!! You were livid but maintained a calm front. You weren’t gonna let him get away with putting you through so much shit in this relationship and then not bothering to know how to spell your fucking name!

“Thanks, Slash. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll give you your gift” you said as you gave your best fake smile.

Earlier today, before you learned of his infidelity, you had brought home a cake you made him at the bakery you worked at. Going into the refrigerator and looking down at the pink and red heart shaped confection, You wryly laughed as you thought of how far reality had strayed from what you had envisioned for tonight.

Striding back to him holding the cake, you saw Slash had inched further in your doorway.

“Slash, hon, could you step back some. “ you cooed. “ I don’t want muddy footprints on the carpet.” You lied.

When he saw what you had for him, his face lit up. “ you made that for me?” He excitedly asked.

“Yep, it’s all for you.” You replied as you launched the cake into his face.

He stood in front of you shocked with frosting all over his face.

“Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart” you sneered, then slammed the door in his face.

Weirdly, a part of you was relieved that this relationship, filled with lies, drama, drugs, and cheating was now behind you.

You heard him traveling down your steps, finally leaving for good, and while it wasn’t a great Valentine’s Day, it sure as hell was an eventful one.

#slash fanfiction #slash fanfic #gnr fanfiction #slash x you #slash x reader #guns n roses fanfiction

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rockthingsbymeg · 2 years

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Cupcake

Pairing: Slash | Saul Hudson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Small, domestic moment with Slash

Info/TW: Based on Slash's birthday post for Meegan where he calls her cupcake; Fluff and brief smut [fingering and handjob]; 1728 words

AN: I have requests to get to, and longer stories I still want to work on, but I couldn't help myself from writing this silly one-shot. Opportunity was too good to pass up. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N fiddled with her home keys outside the door to her dingy apartment, the weight of the day pulling down her eyelids and slowing down even the most common tasks. Her shoulders were stiff and she reeked of booze and sweat from the bar she worked at all day, and all she wanted was to get inside, take a shower and let the water wash away her soreness.

Truth to be told, what she really wanted was her boyfriend to cuddle with her on a couch with a movie in the background, but she knew it was very unlikely he was home. He tended to be out with his band, partying, and whenever she could she would join, but tonight was definitely not one of those times.

As the door finally unlocked and allowed her in, Y/N sighed in relief as she stepped inside, muffling out the slightest bit of the busy L.A. traffic.

When she closed the door behind herself, however, Y/N stopped in her tracks, the sight of an unopened pizza box on her counter waiting for her, and the sound of her speakers, although as low as it possibly could, playing an old Aerosmith record.

A smile instantly overtook her tired face as she quickly hung her coat in the small rack, took off her sneakers, and made her way to her bedroom, gently pushing the ajar door fully open and stepping in.

"I thought you'd be out with the guys." She said with a wide smile clear in her voice, kneeling on the bed and crawling all the way up to her boyfriend's lap, who had a magazine serving as a base for a paper he was drawing on.

Slash was quick to drop the sketch aside to warmly welcome his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a quick kiss at the base of her neck, before switching to a longer, passionate one on her lips.

He pulled away after a bit, smiling back at her as he stroked her lower back with open palms. "Didn't feel like going out. I wanted to be with you."

Y/N's heart swelled and melted all at once inside her chest at his words and soft tone, reaching her hands to the base of his scalp and carding them through his hair, letting her nails scrape him gently as she leaned in for another kiss.

"Come shower with me? I wanna get the smell of sweat and booze off of me." She offered, leaning back as she broke the kiss and stared into Slash's dark eyes.

Slash nodded rather than answering with words, and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, sliding to the edge of the bed and lifting her up with him. Y/N was quick to help and wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers still gently scraping and rubbing his scalp.

Slash was quick and careful to get her to the small bathroom they shared, setting her down on the sink counter and turning away to get the water warming up.

Y/N managed to take off her shirt before Slash's arms were around her again and he was kissing her, hands now further up on her back, doing a quick work of her bra and dropping it to the floor.

He pulled her to the edge of the sink, keeping their bodies as close as he could, loving the way her skin felt against his just as much as she did. Slash let his mouth leave hers and travel down her neck, settling for the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, kissing and gently sucking on it.

Y/N allowed herself to relax and lean her head back, although her hands stayed busy as they undid the laces on Slash's leather pants, pulling them down as the knots loosened, and letting her hands stroke the unusually soft skin of his hips.

As steam began clouding the bathroom around them, Y/N slid herself off the counter, feeling Slash's hands immediately take the lead and undo her jeans. He kneeled down as he pulled them off, kissing his way down her body, dark eyes glistening from under his wild curls.

Her underwear followed suit, and despite what Y/N originally thought, Slash didn't hold her back any longer, guiding her under the shower's hot stream of water, following closely after his own pants were off.

He pulled the curtain behind himself as Y/N reached for the shampoo, dropping some on her hands and taking them to her head.

She felt Slash lean over her and reach for the soap bar, lathering up his hands before he began rubbing them across her body, gently massaging her muscles and helping her relax more quickly.

She didn't pay it much mind at first, as it was not the first time they did this, but when she felt Slash's hand come to a stop on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, she couldn't help the smirk on her lips, feeling his hot breath mingling with hers in what she knew was a smirk as well.

"You really were keeping things too innocent." Y/N teased, not resisting the urge to gently rub her hips back and forth, making his finger drag through her folds.

Slash placed his free hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb in circles. "I don't know what you're talking about." He teased back, dropping a kiss to her lips and playfully nibbling her lower lip.

"Sure you don't." Y/N said as she let the water meet her hair again, washing away the shampoo as Slash's hand continued working.

She opened her eyes as the water ran down her hair, looking into Slash's. He eyed her hungrily, yet lovingly, and she could never get enough of that look, one he gave her so often when they were together.

His fingers were relentless but didn't lose the softness which they had touched her with so far. He was rubbing long, slow circles on her clit, feeling her arousal slowly mixing with the water running down their bodies.

Y/N eventually let her eyes slip closed again, letting her head tilt back and losing herself in the rough, calloused fingers pleasuring her. She brought her arms up and around his neck, bringing their bodies closer and giving herself more stability, leaning her weight on Slash's body and feeling his pace pick up.

His name slipped past her lips, drawn out and heavy with pleasure as it reached his ears, and Slash used the moment her body went compliant under his touch to push her up against the shower wall, capturing her mouth to swallow the gasp from the cold wall meeting her back.

She offered no resistance as he touched and moved her as he pleased, simply letting herself savor his touch. Her own hand came into play as well, moving down to wrap around his hardened dick and slowly stroking it up and down, her grip just tight enough the way he liked it.

As Slash pulled away from the kiss and was about to pull her back on his arms so he could keep her pressed against the shower wall, a loud grumble resonated in the bathroom, straight from her belly.

Y/N's head tilted down to stare at her own stomach in surprise and betrayal, while Slash couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "How about we carry this out after dinner? Got you your favorite pizza and it might still be a bit warm."

Despite how amazing Slash's hands on her were feeling, Y/N couldn't deny how good pizza sounded. Especially not with her stomach growling like that.

"I think that may be a good call." She chuckled as well, giving him one last kiss.

Y/N moved back under the water stream and made sure all soap was out of her body, while Slash quickly washed as well and did the same.

Y/N grabbed herself a towel and wrapped it around her body, stepping out of the shower and doing quick work of drying off. She wrapped another towel around her hair, a smaller one, and sat on the counter as Slash turned off the water and dried himself off as well.

Once he was finished, Y/N put her hand on his and led him to the kitchen, where they took the pizza box before moving to the living room.

Slash turned on MTV as they prepared to eat, Y/N already grabbing a slice and laying back, while he did the same and laid with his back to her, head resting on her chest, so he could easily peer up at her.

Y/N groaned at the first bite, her stomach once again rumbling. "This shit's so good..."

Slash chuckled at her visible delight and began eating his own slice, his left hand resting on her thigh, sliding through the skin that the towel failed to hide.

Y/N's free hand rested on his wild curls, nails scratching the top of his head softly as they relaxed together.

They ate the rest of the pizza in silence, entertained by the cuddles and whatever MTV was playing.

As Y/N finished the last slice, she gently prompted Slash to turn to her, offering him a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks for this, baby."

Slash smiled warmly down at her, his hands still caressing her legs gently. "You're welcome, cupcake."

The nickname took Y/N by surprise, and she couldn't help the chuckle that slipped off her lips. "Cupcake?"

Slash's face took less than a second to start turning red, his eyes turning away from hers and one of his hands moving to the hem of her towel, fidgeting with a loose string. "Well- it's just-"

Y/N gently shushed him off with a kiss, not wanting him to feel bad for the nickname. "I like it, baby, don't worry." She assured him with a soft stroke to the cheek. "Just took me by surprise, it's all."

Slash leaned up to hide his face on the crook of her neck, his cheeks still warm with embarrassment, but calmer and no longer doubting his words. "I'm glad..." Was all he said before his lips met her skin, tender but once again hungry, inhaling the smell of her freshly showered skin.

Y/N leaned her head back, relaxing in her safe heaven, thanking her lucky stars once more for putting Slash in her life.

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lupines-slash-recs · 28 days

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Rec: Mating Rituals by Velvedere

Title: Mating Rituals Author: Velvedere Canon: Rebels | Star Wars Pairing: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb ‘Zeb’ Orrelios Rating: Teen [🍋] Word Count: 4,704 Summary: Zeb has been acting weird lately. Kallus vents to Sabine about it. Continue reading Rec: Mating Rituals by Velvedere

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bassistgroupie · 1 year

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#slash #slash fanfic #hard rock #rock #80s rock #rock never dies #rock n roll #axl rose #steven adler #izzy stradlin #slash gnr

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killingdoll · 4 months

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Mizrak finally went on his first official date with Olrox, Julia’s landlord slash his hot booty call who Mizrak had begun to develop serious romantic feelings for.

Second chapter updated

#castlevania nocturne #castlevania #olrox #castlevania olrox #olrox/mizrak #mizrak #mizrox #ao3 #slash fanfic #modern au #julia belmont #richter belmont

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being-worthy · 2 years

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A bed, a puppy, and a ring

This is something that I wrote for myself to help lift my mood during this day. It took me longer than expected since I'm not used to writing these stories anymore and much less to write for Slash.

The end is probably too abrupt and sucks, but another thing that I struggle with is putting things into words, especially, dreams.

Enjoy or not.

As the first rays of the morning sun peeked between the curtains on the big bay window, I was jarred out of a peaceful slumber by the insistent rays of the sun, but I had to get up early if I wanted to surprise my girl on her birthday.

Tilting my head down I see her with her head laying on my chest. I’m not a morning person by any means and I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her, but I needed to check on the surprise I had for her in my studio downstairs and make sure the room was still in one piece. Carefully, I remove her head slowly from my chest placing it on the pillow next to me and turning to the side of the bed to find my pants. I spot them laying on the floor next to the bed and before I can even reach for them, a pair of arms and legs wrap around me like a koala bear and I hear a faint breath saying, “don’t go”. I can’t help the chuckle escaping me at her words.

I caress her arms around my neck my voice still laced with sleep, “I need to check on something. Besides, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, birthday girl”. “Nooo~ it’s too early and it’s my birthday and I want you to stay here in bed with me and just lay and enjoy each other and have some mind-blowing orgasms”, letting out a full belly laugh at the last bit. My breathing started speeding up when I felt her placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder moving to my neck and licking my earlobe before taking it between her teeth making me release a groan pressing her bare body to my back wasn’t helping either, and I could feel my restraint slowly slipping away and wanting nothing more than to ravish her again and again; she surely knows how to play dirty. This made me remember how far we got as a couple, especially her as a person making me feel so proud of her and love her even more. The first time I met her she was reserved and had a difficult time expressing herself and trusting others, but it turned out she just had been starved for love and touch for a long time because nobody showed her how she should be loved properly and what it felt like to be loved truly and unconditionally.

I turn my body to face her and engulf her in my arms and kiss her on the lips “I’ll be quick, love, promise” placing another kiss on her sensual lips which had turned into a cute pout. I got up and put on my sweatpants not without hearing a whine which made me turn around give her a grin and made my way out of the bedroom and went downstairs. I quickly went to my studio to check on our new addition to our little family. I had checked on him every couple of hours since I brought him home yesterday evening which wasn’t easy as my girl always knew when I was up to something and it was difficult to keep surprises from her.

Approaching the doggy playpen I prepared for him the night before, I could see he was fully awake, giving small barks away and wiggling his butt and tail non-stop, clearly ready to have fun and get all the cuddles. “Hey, little buddy. How are you this special morning? Ready to meet your mommy?” I ask him while scratching behind his ear and receiving a cheering yip from him. Taking the puppy into my hands we go outside and let him do his business. Once he was done, he comes running back and goes straight to me where I had put some food and changed his water. The food was devoured in no time. I took him into my arms when he was done and started talking to him again, “listen, before we go upstairs to meet your mommy, I need you to be on your best behaviour and be extra good with her, ok?”, the puppy just wriggled from excitement playing with my fingers. “She’s had a tough life and needs lots of love and reassurance. In return, she’ll give you the world, she’ll go to the end of the universe for you, and give you so much care and love that you’ll wonder how you managed to land such a great, wonderful, and breathtaking woman. Okay?” I got a lick across my cheek in return, “I’ll take that you agree with me and will show her your best side. Let me put one last detail on you and we’re ready to go upstairs to meet her”. This was easier said than done since he wouldn’t stop moving but nonetheless, I managed to add a red ribbon with a small box attached to the side of his collar and we made our way upstairs. When we entered the bedroom, I saw she still hadn’t moved from the bed and was still sleeping while clutching my pillow tightly to her chest and face.

The puppy in my arms grew excited the moment he saw another person to play with and wouldn’t stop squirming and barking in my arms, “seems you already fell in love with her, can’t blame you, buddy”. I gently place him on the bed and let him approach her on his own and watch the scene unfold in front of me. The little guy didn’t waste any time and got to her in an instant eager wanting to play with her. Tiny barks came from him and he pawed at her arm to get her attention. She started to squirm around pressing her face further into my pillow, “uhhh… 5 more minutes”, hearing her whine. He tries harder after not getting the desired reaction from her. “Why are you being so persistent this early, Slash?” Another bark directed at her comes out of the dog, this one a bit louder and more insisting and I can see her eyes are slowly opening and getting rid of the last remnants of sleep and take in her surroundings. Once her eyes are fully open and focused in front of her, she makes a move back and sees it’s not me who has been trying to wake her up and get her attention. “What?” was the only word coming out of her mouth and seating up while clutching the sheets to her stark nude body to get a better view of the scene in front of her. “Slash, is there a puppy in our bed?”, she asks me. I can’t help the big smile and reply “surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”.

Reader POV:

“Surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”, I hear Slash say. A puppy. He got me a puppy. My boyfriend got me a puppy! Tears make their way to my eyes and I can’t contain them when I grab the puppy and hug him to my chest while placing kisses all over the puppy’s snout. “I hope those are happy tears, love”, I hear him ask. “Happy? I’m all over the moon! I’m holding a puppy and not just any puppy, but the cutest and fluffiest puppy in the whole wide world! You’ve always given me the most extraordinary presents, querido, even if I don’t need them but only you”. I crawl on my knees to his lap as best as I can with the puppy in my arms feeling Slash’s big and warm hands find their place on my hips making sure I don’t fall and bringing me closer to him without crushing our new family member. I place a kiss on his forehead followed by two more one on each of his cheeks, another kiss on the tip of his nose, and another longer one on his full lips. We must’ve been kissing longer than expected since the puppy started barking at us and mouthing at my arm not liking the fact that he currently wasn’t being the centre of attention. “Awww~ no need to be jealous, little one. I’ve got kisses for you too” and started to give him some kisses too. “Maybe I didn’t think this quite through. I don’t want to be cockblocked by a dog in my own bed in my own house”. “Too late. Geralt is already a family member and cannot be taken away from me”.

“Geralt? Really?! Not only do you’ve to thirst after the character in the show, but name the dog after him too?” tossing his head back and groaning in mock annoyance. “You know you’re the only man I thirst for, querido”, I seductively whisper into his ear earning the reaction I was hoping for when I feel him gradually growing beneath me and placing kisses on his neck and leaving hickeys here and there. Before things could escalate, I feel something drop on my lap breaking away from the kiss, I direct my view towards the object in my lap. I gently take the box and examine it, “what’s this?”. Opening the box, I see a ring inside and two words are written on the inside of the top lid that said ‘marry me?’. My eyes were the size of saucers looking straight at his and my heart was beating so fast I thought it’d jump out of my chest. “Sweetheart, I know this is usually done after a romantic dinner and I’d get down on one knee telling you how special you are to me, but I can’t wait anymore and we don’t have to get married right away, I just want you to know that I want to spend forever and ever with you by my side”, I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and was already sobbing so hard that he looked at me with a worry expression on his face. “Love, you’re starting to scare me”. “Do you… do you really want to marry me?” A full teeth smile makes it across his face, “every day for the rest of our lives”.

#my writing #slash #slash gnr #slash fanfic #slash fan fic #slash fanfiction #slash x reader #saul hudson imagine #saul hudson x reader #guns n’ roses #guns n roses

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led-topia · 2 years

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i wrote a little sluff thing

read this by clicking here. and please, be kind. this was originally written in portuguese.

#guns n roses fanfic #sluff fanfic #gnr imagine #slash fanfic #oneshot #ao3fic #duff mckagan fanfic #duff x slash #duff mckagan x slash #rock fanfiction #glam era fanfic #idk how to tag really

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nadare-writer · 2 years

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Six Sentence Sunday- Hannibal AU

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Will, but you can be rather oblivious. Are you certain he’s not interested in pursuing a relationship with you?”

Will looked back at the time that he’d spent with Hannibal. A talented cook and conversationalist, he never looked down on Will for his strange hobbies. Was it any wonder that Will would eventually fall for him?

“I don’t even know if he’s interested in things like that,” Will replied. “He seems above base desires.”

Alana chuckled. “Trust me, he’s human like everyone else.”

Will imagined Hannibal in the bedroom, his oh-so-careful facade undone by raw passion. Hannibal’s cheeks filled with color as his smooth, cultured voice hitched, eyes fluttering shut as he unconsciously pressed closer to…

Aware of the sudden blood that had rushed to his bottom half, Will turned towards the kitchen. “L-Let me just take these plates into the kitchen.”

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#hannibal lecter #will graham #fantasy au #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal #demon hannibal #cryptid hunter will #hannibal/will #slash fanfic #slash #six sentence sunday #more than six sentences and i don't care #wip excerpt #nadarefanfic #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter/will graham #alana bloom #alana bloom & will graham

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duffslut · 1 year

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Wet Dreams

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 582

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- Slash! - You called entering the bathroom, Slash was already in the shower, his hair was already wet and somehow, he had a lit cigarette on his lips.

He turned to you as soon as you called him, you looked at your own body and only then realized that you were already without clothes.

- I... - You looked down Slash's body, taking in his muscular belly and down to his belly button. - oh my God.

You froze with your mouth open when you saw that Slash was hard, his cock had never looked so delicious as at that moment, wet, with the tip of it so pink that you licked your lips thinking about it inside your mouth.

Slash's eyes followed you as you knelt in front of him, and he ran his wet hand through your hair and held it in a ponytail.

You took one of your hands to your pussy and started masturbating as soon as you put Slash's dick in your mouth, as soon as your lips touched his cock, you got addicted, you sucked him like a candy, running your tongue along the length of his huge dick. Slash was moaning like a slut while you sucked him, you've never seen him look so hot as he moaned, the shower water fell on his body and wet your face, but you didn't care, you were close to your orgasm and Slash seemed to know it, he grabbed you by the arm and lifted you off the floor, putting your body against the wall and crouching down behind you.

Your butt checks were split and you stifled a loud groan when you felt Slash's sharp tongue touch your ass, Slash sucked you like he needed it to live, his hand gripped your ass tightly and he lifted one of your legs, getting an even better view of your pussy and your asshole.

- Tight little bitch. - Slash whispered in your ear, and you leaned your forehead against the wet wall as you felt Slash's cock break into you from behind.

You moaned louder and louder as Slash's thrusts went deeper inside you, Slash didn't stop pumping you even when you came and your cum flowed down his cock, you're too stunned to say anything, Slash has never fucked you like that, so deep, so... hungry for you.

You could tell Slash was close to coming because his dick was throbbing more and more inside you, he turned your body to face him and took you in his lap, your body was so small compared to his that his cock slid easy inside your pussy again when you were on his lap, his thrusts inside you were making you delirious, you rolled your eyes the whole time and held his wet hair when you were about to come again, you couldn't stop moaning even for a second, your mouth was inches from Slash's but he pulled away just to tease you every time you tried to kiss him.

- Come inside of me... Please Slash... Come inside of me. - You moaned over and over until Slash finally dump his load of cum inside you, so you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

You were still begging for Slash's cum when you opened your eyes again, it took you a few seconds to realize your hand was inside your panties, rubbing your clit.

- I think you owe me some explanations. - Slash said, standing in the room next to the bed.

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nikkialwayz · 2 years

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Kids got a lot of my respect…

#slash #guns n roses #tattoo #slash fanfic #saul hudson #slash gnr #guns n' roses

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Love Language HC

Warning: Mentions of Sex

Love Langauge

Steven

-Head itches: the physical touch makes him feel loved but also safe. The feeling of nails going through his hair and moving down to rub his neck is peak

-Loves going to pick out candy. WIll know your favorite candy, even if it’s super obscure and securing it for you

-Loves to feel seen in a relationship, asking questions about what is going on and sharing interests makes the golden retriever in him come out

-Date night is adventurous for him. He wants to go race cars or try rock climbing or jump out of an airplane. Loves thrill seeking activities

-At parties he doesn’t need to be glued to your side. He loves maintaining friendships and being social but enjoys the ride home where you two reconnect

-Loves holding his love with two arms, their head on his chest. He feels like he’s the protector but also intimate with physical connection

-Enjoys when someone else picks up the tab. Just because he has money doesn’t mean that spending it feels great. He’s not cheap but the way it feels to have someone treat him to dinner is very nice.

-Loves a homemade gift, especially if he can show it off. Things like a handmade jacket or something artistic would make him feel really special.

Slash

-Physical touch matters so much to him. He loves holding hands in public and feeling the connection of someone else

-The importance of silence. Slash likes to be able to sit and just play his guitar or having moments where someone can understand there is more to do than talking

-Loves showering with his partner. It doesn’t have to be sexual but it can be. Morning showers where you wake up together and afternoon showers where you talk about your day are so special

-Visual person. Loves getting sexy pictures and surprises like underwear in his guitar case. When you send him links to porn you’re watching or ask to put on porn so you can act it out that really is something he loves.

-Slash loves to serve. He will hold you bag, take pictures for you and do very basic things like hold the door. He feels like showing up matters

-Loves buying his person jewelry. Spoiling you with things he buys and seeing you wear it really turns him on and makes him feel like the provider

-Will 100% get offended if you try to pay the bill. He is old fashioned and is the provider. Enjoys being in that role and it makes him feel masculine.

-Loves night time intimacy. Loves making love outside under the moon, swimming naked in the pool at night, backseat of the car watching the city lights. He is a moon lover

Axl Rose

-Will send you flowers every week. Flowers every week is just a constant reminder he is keeping your love fresh and thinking about you

-Loves home cooked meals with his person. If they cook he will find the perfect wine to pair with it but he also likes to try things out in the kitchen, even if he is not good at it.

-Loves being the little spoon. Even if you’re smaller he likes the way it feels to be held and loved. Getting the back kisses and feeling your cheek against his shoulder blades.

-Dancing with his partner is life. In a restaurant or in their living room. There doesn’t have to be music, he will make it. One of his favorite memories was walking down the street in Spain and hearing street music. Stopping and dancing with you, holding your back as he moved around to words he didn't know and just feeling connected to you.

-Loves knick knacks from travels together. Some people collect magnets, some people collect postcards, Axl collects junk. Stupid things that clutter the house but he can look at and remember scenes from a day with you

-Words of affirmation make him feel good. He loves how you talk him up and hold eye contact when you explain to him how you love him.

-Loves having sex standing up. The feeling of your bodies fully pushed together just feels amazing to him.

-Wants you to always sit on his lap. Constantly holding you around the waist and having you sit on his lap, his chin on your shoulder as he talks to whoever as he holds you.

Duff McKagan

-Will facetime you until one of you falls asleep. Will stay on the phone and watch you sleep until he falls asleep.

-Loves sending you dirty videos and dick pics. It turns him on to show himself and he knows you love the physical proof that you turn him on.

-Dirty talk and hair pulling turns him on so much but he also loved love making and soft kissing. Such a versatile lover.

-Kissing your hands when you’re talking, kissing your hands when you’re walking, kissing the tips of your fingers when you’re asleep

-Loves spoiling you. Spending money on things you wear and how you look is a status symbol to Duff and proof that he can take care of you

-Couples massages, matching outfits, quarterly photoshoots- he is that extra AF lover who wants everyone to know that the two of you are a pair.

-His love language is when you get into things with him. It can be as simple as reading the same book as he is or making him a cup of coffee in a pour over chemex and measuring everything out just like the youtube video he watched. He can get hyper fixated on something so having a partner understand that is cool

-Duff hates fighting so someone who can talk thing sout with him and give him space if he’s mad makes him feel respected and empowered. He wants to be able to communicate and having someone willing to do that with him, even when times are tough is great

Izzy Stradlin

-Not being an overbearing lover is important. Izzy doesn’t want thirty texts when he is out because it takes too long to zoom in on the writing or put his readers on to see it. If he says where he is going and when he will be back he doesn’t need communication. Appreciates being trusted and given space.

-Kisses please. Wants to be kissed constantly. The quick how was your day kiss, the long sensual i’ve missed you kisses, the I want to fuck in bed tongue kisses, the kisses you do down his body to her erection

-Izzy loves missionary sex. He’s not vanilla or boring but the intimacy of your legs around him, teh eye contact, the deep long strokes as he talks to you and tells you that he loves you

-Writes love songs as a way to express his feelings. Will also use lyrics like poems that he will sneak into your purse or gym bag. Small reminders that he is thinking of you during the day

-Vacations and exploring other cultures together builds your bonds. He likes the no fancy travel where you can backpack through europe and stay in hostels together learning about a place more than visiting

-Sunday morning coffee dates where you catch up on the week and plan you next week together are his favorite. That time set aside for each other is the best feeling in the world

-Goes all out on holidays because he knows that sometimes he can struggle with the love language of gift giving. Spends too much money and does lavish things for all holidays. Makes you easter baskets despite your age. First year he hid 100 dollar bills in easter eggs in the backyard.

-Constantly saying I love you and touching places like your shoulders and lower back and points that can hold tension and weight, trying to release any pain you feel.

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