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🧛‍♀️- COULD YOU DO LIKE READER IS LONDONS GIRLFRIEND BUT SHE HAS A CRUSH ON SLASH AND SLASH LIKE FUCKES HER

Obvi only if u wanna

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

You had been dating London for a while now—long enough that coming over to the house felt normal, almost routine. His dad’s place was familiar, comfortable, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down.

But lately, something had changed.

Maybe it was the way Slash looked at you—like he saw more than he should. Maybe it was the way your pulse quickened when he was near, when his voice dipped just a little lower, when his hands lingered just a second too long.

It was stupid. It was wrong.

And yet, here you were.

London had gone out for the night, promising he’d be back soon. That left you alone with Slash, sprawled on the couch, an old vinyl humming low in the background.

“You comfortable?” His voice was smooth, lazy, yet laced with something else. Something unreadable.

You nodded, shifting slightly. “Yeah. You always make it feel… easy here.”

Slash smirked, swirling the liquor in his glass. “That so?”

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. Your gaze flickered to his hands, resting against the glass—strong, calloused, the hands of a man who’d lived more than most.

His fingers tapped against the rim, his eyes locked onto yours. “You ever wonder what it’d be like?”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

His smirk deepened. “You know what I mean.”

Your pulse pounded. You should’ve laughed it off. Changed the subject. Walked away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you held his gaze, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you like a heavy fog. “Yeah,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

That was all it took.

In a slow, deliberate movement, Slash set his glass down, leaning in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “We shouldn’t do this,” he murmured, but his hand was already brushing against your knee, his touch featherlight, testing, teasing.

“I know.”

And still, you didn’t move away.

His fingers traced up your thigh, his touch setting fire to every nerve in your body. His lips hovered near yours, close enough to taste the whiskey on his breath. “Tell me to stop.”

But you couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you didn’t want him to.

The moment shattered the second his lips met yours.

It wasn’t frantic, wasn’t desperate—it was slow, deep, like he was savoring every second, every soft gasp, every shiver that ran down your spine. His hands slid up your body, claiming you in a way that sent your head spinning.

It wasn’t just lust.

It was something deeper, something dangerous.

He pulled you onto his lap, his grip tightening as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Your heart pounded, drowning out every thought of guilt, every thought of London, every rational voice screaming at you to stop.

Then—

The front door slammed.

You barely had time to move before—

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

London’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and livid.

Your stomach plummeted.

Slash’s hands were still on your hips. Your lips were swollen, your breath uneven, and London was standing in the doorway, his face twisted in fury, betrayal burning in his eyes.

“London—” you started, scrambling off Slash, but it was too late.

The damage was already done.

And there was no taking it back.

(I hope you like this, I know this isn’t like exactlyyyyy what you wanted but like… it’s yummy) <3

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COULD YOU DO LIKE AXLS AND SLASHS CONTROVERSIAL INNOCENT YOUNG GIRLFRIEND

like the girl they are both dating is like in her early 20s while they are like in there 60s, and she’s super innocent.The press like calls her a whore and gold digger and she gets really upset , and Slash and Axl start to comfort her and it turns into the most filthy smut ever. Kinda like the boys fuck her so hard she goes dumb in the head

(Obviously only if your comfortable writing this. And make sure to take care of yourself 💋💋)

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OMGGGGG bro I want to kiss your brain. Here’s this in lieu of my writing hiatuses. I work two jobs these days and tumblr takes suuuuuch a back seat. Thank u am 🩷🩷🩷 Here’s this little one shot as a buffer.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Warning this is dirty as hell

Sorry if it’s kind of bad idkkkkk hehe

You ran your fingers through your hair nervously as you scrolled down the newest TMZ article about you.

‘Double Trouble? Shockingly young groupie spotted last week at Havana hotel with famed ‘Axl Rose’ of Guns and Roses, now seen leaving Viper Room with Slash.

Fans of the iconic rock group are scrambling to identify this new face seen multiple times in intimate moments with band members Axl and Slash, leaving many to speculate her role in their lives.

Paparazzi caught the aforementioned young woman in close quarters with the two just yesterday.

Your cheeks flushed hot. A grainy but clear image of you in your bikini, sitting on slashes lap laughing into his neck on the hotel balcony a week ago.

It’s not that you were necessarily something to hide, rather the controversy people were catching onto your presence around both musicians. It was true, your newfound situationship with Slash had blossomed into a flirtatious trio with both of them. It wasn’t your intention, it just sort of- happened. They were both so sweet and doted on you simultaneously.

You gripped your phone anxiously. Wanting to just disappear. Slash took notice of your demeanor immediately.

“Fuck those guys doll, they always have some shit to say. You get used to it.”

You couldn’t help but look at the comments

“Selfish slut couldn’t just pick one of them? Jeez!”

“She’s probably just cozying up for both their pockets. And dicks. That’s LA whores for you tho.”

It wasn’t even true. You’d barely even done hand stuff with them yet. The idea that the public saw you as that made your chest hurt.

“Put the phone down baby. Come here honey.” Slash patted his lap affectionately. Your spot.

You obeyed and climbed up onto his lap. His hardness gentle brushing underneath you. His sweet musk of cigarettes and cedar. He embraced you.

“Look at me baby.” He said. You sat back at met his low eyes. They travelled along you. He gentle caressed your cheek. His rough hand gently swiping your skin.

You bit your lip.

Axl, having overheard the conversation, appeared behind slash as well, taking another set of eyes on you in adoration. Their little pet. They were obsessed with you.

“I’m not whore….” You mumbled in protest. They couldn’t help you chuckle.

“We know baby…”

Slash began placing his lips on you. Small kisses along your chest and neck. Your anxiety drifting away.

“You’re just too good to keep to myself honey…” slash mumbled lowly against your skin. His pants feeling firmer underneath you.

-

You wiped the steam off the mirror. Looking back at your damp body.

“They think I’m a slut. I’ll show them a slut.” You scoured.

You dressed yourself in your panties and entered into the dim bedroom. Axl and Slash laid up on the king bed. You softened at the sight. They were your sanctuary. Without much hesitation, you crawled up onto the bed between them. They immediately took noticed of you. “Come here baby.” Axl said. You climbed on top of slashes lap once more, straddling him.

“I want you both to fuck me.” You breathed out as you started planting kisses down slashes chest and neck. He let out a slight groan of pleasure and off guard surprise. He grinned and then glanced to Axl.

Axl pet your hair softly. Cradling his hand on your neck. “Is that what you want baby?” His thumb dipping into your mouth. You nodded. You’d been messing around with them individually and lightly at parties but you wanted—needed them both right now.

You grinded on slash. “Please. Make me forget about all of them. I want to forget.” You almost pleaded. Desperate for both of them. Fuck- maybe you were a whore. But it was Axl and Slash. Who fucking cared.

“We can do that baby. We can make you feel real good.” Slash said. Engaged now, he trailed his hands up onto your chest, your slightly damp skin warmed by his rough touch.

It didn’t take long before everyone was stripped. The two of them ravishing you immediately, like they’d been waiting for this. Like some sacrificial lamb about to be slaughtered for their hungry appetites. You made your way to slashes hard cock, freshly sprung free. Giving it one broad lick before taking him into your mouth. Slash let out a guttural groan as you wrapped your tongue around his thick cock.

A spike of pleasure catches you by surprises as you feel a wet swipe down your pussy. Axl roughly ruching your panties down.

“Such a pretty pussy honey.” You could barely respond before his tongue was filling up your hole. You almost collapsed onto slash. You let out a whimper on his cock, the vibrations only furthering slashes pleasure. You tried to keep focused on slash, but Axl was devouring your pussy. “Does that feel so good baby? Yeah?” Slash cooed. You came up for air between moans. Slash flipped you like a rag doll onto your stomach and disappeared.

You felt two tongues across your pussy. Both of them were almost fighting over dominance over you as they ate you from the back. You became dizzy with pleasure. You felt slashes rough stubble against your ass. “That’s such a good pussy. You taste so good doll.” He growled into you between his own moans.

You were flipped again now on your back. Slash gripped your neck as he gave a couple heavy slaps of his cock on your stomach. Axl appearing behind you, pulling you into his arms. He reached down and spread your thighs open from behind, his hot breath grazing your ear sent chills down you. “Are you going to be a good girl for us baby?” Axl whispered. You managed out a faint yes. “Yes yes please fuck me.” You begged, staring slash in the eyes. He towered over you.

“Yeah? You want to get fucked like a little slut?” Slash cooed, rubbing his tip along your slit. You bucked your hips. “Please Daddy.”

“You trained her so well” Axl cooed in your ear. His lips along your neck as he held your legs open.

“Oh god” you gasped out as slash pushed into you. He let out a loud groan. “Oh fuck you’re so tight baby. Fucking love that tight pussy.” He growled. His pleasure clicking him into place of a rabid animal. He started thrusting into you hard and fast. You couldn’t even speak. He didn’t take his eyes off you. “Look at our pretty girl. Does our pretty girl want to cum for us?” Axl cooed.

Knots turned into your stomach. You could barely respond. The view of slash slapping into you, the wet slaps and grunts filling the air. Sweat trickling down his tanned abdomen. His curls swaying with his chains.

“Oh fuck- I-“ you breathed out.

“That’s it baby. That’s it. Cum for us. Good girl.”

The pleasure tipping made you want to close your legs.

“Keep those fucking legs open for me honey. That’s it good girl. Take it like a good girl.” Axl whispered into your ear as he held your legs open.

“I’m gonna fill you up now okay baby? I want you to cum like a good girl.” Slash gave your tits a slap and then gripped your neck. Slash panting above you shortly before stars grazed your own vision. Pleasure seared down your body as you thrashed in axls arms. “Im got you, I’ve got you. Goooood Girl.” Axl cooed. You tense on his cock, sending him over the edge. Simultaneously the three of you let out moans of pleasure, axl feasting his eyes upon you getting filled with slashes cum. Holding you open as you twitched helplessly. You felt white hot fill inside of you. Slash pulling out in time for one spurt to graze your stomach.

Slash pushed his hair from his eyes. You trembled beneath him. Axl brushed your hair. “That’s our dumb little good slut.” He said with a smile.

“You’re ours.” Slash gripped your face with his ringed hand. You couldn’t even speak.

You nodded slightly.

“I think we broke her.” Axl laughed.

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husbands side profile so handsome

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WHOOOO MADE THIS HAHAHAHA

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we actually don’t talk about this enough

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Apologies for my absence, here’s a video of slash purring as a peace offering

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they are both so hot in this ugh

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We need more of the tutor omg it’s so good

Yessssss omg thank you sm!!! Admittedly work got a little crazy over the weekend so my extra writing time got stolen but I hope to get more out by the end of the week if not today!!! I’m so happy everyone’s enjoying it <3

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BABE WE NEED MORE😭🙏 you’re doing amazing tho <33

Thank u sm yessss I wrote more today just been crazy busy but I don’t plan on leaving yall hanging much longer hehe <3

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I NEED MORE OF THE NEW SLASH FIC OMG

AYE CAPTIN!!!!!!!!!

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Part 3: Dreams

With your parents hardly paying attention to you, it was no issue sneaking in the guitar. You immediately locked yourself in your room and plopped on the floor with the guitar. He had stored it in an old black case. The dust atop it practically suffocating you as you clicked the latches open. You retrieved the guitar but something that had remained behind it in the case caught your eye. You grabbed it out. A small piece of paper, a flyer for some sort of show.

"Slashes Snakepit Live at the Roxy!"

And the strangest thing, a photo of younger Mr. Hudson poised with a guitar and leather outfit. What the—

You only glanced at the guitar before going to your laptop and googling the name.

A professional image of Mr. Hudson on a stage appeared.

"Saul Hudson (aka Slash) , famously of Guns n Roses and Slashes Snakepit."

You were shocked. Mr Hudson's secret identity?! Were you the only one who didn't know? No wonder he's so good! If he's so famous, what is he doing teaching at my school? Curiously ate away at you until the hours passed and bedtime came.

—

Deep, low panting could be heard above you. Your own cries of pleasure sprinkled in. The image, blurry at first, came into full focus. Mr Hudson, shirtless, thrusting into you, his large ringed hand gently gripping your neck as he looked intently into you. Concentration and wicked pleasure. Sweat, beading down his chest and abdomen. "You're such a good girl, Y/N, aren't you baby?" He cooed with an evil grin.

"Yes Mr. Hudson." You gasped in reply.

You awoke with a jolt. Sweat beading and your face instantly burned despite being alone. Was that just-? Was that a sex dream with? With Mr Hudson?! You wracked your brain. But not as fast as you should have. The more it replayed, the longer you lingered on it. The way he looked ontop of you, holding you, bending you to his will as he spoke sweetly to you. Your stomach knotted familiarly.

Before you could think longer on it, your alarm went off. Ugh....

—-

The entire morning was ripe with memory. How were you to face him with that dream on repeat in your mind? As intrusive as it was and yet something about it, you didn't want to forget it. But god how the nerves would be now. Dream or not, you'd found yourself suddenly so...reliant, motivated to make him proud of you. You craved his approval and his praise like some sort of drug now.

The lunch hour was thrust upon you quickly. You found yourself giving his door a light knock before letting yourself in. He was sitting at his desk again, fiddling with his guitar. He looked up and his face lit up. His face sent butterflies through you.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you baby?" His dream words echoed in your mind forcefully. You tried not to trip at the thought.

"H-hi Mr Hudson." You smiled sweetly setting your things down and taking a seat at his desk. You smoothed your skirt nervously.

"Hi There, Y/N." He greeted warmly. No idea what your mind was thinking. Annnnnd right to business.

"So, you want to give it a go and we'll see where you're at?"

Shit, you just remembered that you hadn't practiced at all. You had to fake it now. You put the guitar on yourself and held it awkwardly in your lap.

"I, ....didn't really get it, sorry." You apologized. "It was something like, I think it was a G...minor? Like this?" You tried to fake something.

He laughed slightly, seeing your unnatural and funny grip of the guitar and your placements.

Suddenly he got up and approached you closely. You heart began beating quick.

"If I may, —" he stated before hovering closely behind you and readjusting your fingers on the chords. Your fingers limp in his. His hand on yours sending electricity through your body. His closeness, you could feel the warmth of his body against yours.

"Like this. See?" He said softly and lowly.

You let him wrap around you comfortably, controlling you like a puppeteer. Your stomach swirled incessantly. The same burning inside that you felt last night from your dream. His large rough fingers gently atop yours. In his arms, your inhibitions faded away. Your mind a haze of electricity.

You allowed his fingers to guide you to right place. You pressed down and lightly strummed the chord. A beautiful noise echoing out this time around.

You turned your head and looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Like this, Mr. Hudson?" You asked for confirmation.

There was a pause.

A pause, thick with a breathless ache. As if both your eyes spoke a language only the two of you knew. Hearts hammering inside. His eyes lingering briefly to your lips. You couldn't help but do the same. His lush, soft lips, the ones always curling into a soft smirk at the sight of you. What they might feel like against your skin. What they might taste like. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing about you.

BRRRRING

The bell jolted you both away from each other in an instant. Shocking the two of you out of your magnetic daze. The tension deflated into an awkward silence.

"I'd better go." You muttered quickly grabbing your things.

"Right. See you." He barely looked at you as you hurried out, carving your way through the onslaught of students filing into the class. Cheeks red. Heart pounding. Legs weak.