#current slash

[broidobe]

𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

requested by 🧛‍♀️!

☾being the much-younger girlfriend of slash and axl rose comes with a price—the press tears you apart, calling you a gold-digging whore, and it wears you down. the boys comfort you, but that comfort quickly turns into something else entirely. they fuck you so hard you can barely think☽

☾warnings: heavy angst, age gap (slash and axl are in their 60s, reader is early 20s), public scrutiny, mentions of slut-shaming/gold digger accusations, dom!slash and dom!axl, heavy smut, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, overstimulation, spit, choking, manhandling, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), aftercare/fluff☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

it starts with the headlines.

everywhere you look, there’s something new and cruel about you.

‘axl and slash’s young plaything—how long until she cashes out?’ ‘gold-digging whore latches onto gnr legends.’ ‘slash and axl: dirty old rockstars blinded by a pretty young girl.’

it makes you sick to your stomach. no matter how much you try to ignore it, it gets under your skin, creeping into your thoughts, poisoning everything. and it’s not just the articles—it’s the comments, the way fans whisper about you at shows, the sneers when you walk past.

slash notices first. of course he does.

he finds you curled up on the couch in the hotel suite, face buried in your hands, and when he gently pulls them away, his heart fucking shatters at the tears running down your cheeks.

“baby, what happened?”

axl isn’t far behind, stepping out of the bedroom with his hair still damp from a shower. the second he sees your face, his whole expression darkens.

“who do i have to fucking kill?”

but you just shake your head, sniffling. “it’s—i don’t know, it’s stupid. just some articles. people talking shit.”

slash sighs, rubbing a hand up and down your back, and axl kneels in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs.

“you know that’s all bullshit, right?” axl murmurs. “they don’t know you. they don’t know how sweet you are. how much we fucking love you.”

slash’s hand slides up to cup your face, thumb brushing away your tears. “you don’t have to prove shit to anyone, baby.”

but the way they’re touching you, the way they’re looking at you—god, it makes you ache. it’s not just comfort. it’s something else, something darker, something that sets your skin on fire.

axl’s thumbs stroke over your thighs, squeezing just a little, and his gaze drops to your lips.

“you need us to take your mind off of it, sweetheart?”

and just like that, everything shifts.

slash moves first, crashing his lips against yours, swallowing the little whimper you let out. his hands slide down to your waist, pulling you into his lap. axl doesn’t hesitate, his mouth hot on your neck, biting and sucking until you’re gasping.

“poor thing,” axl murmurs, fingers curling under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up, up, until it’s gone. “our pretty little girl, all upset over some fucking nobodies.”

slash hums against your skin. “maybe we should remind her who she belongs to.”

and fuck, do they ever.

slash wastes no time, shoving your panties aside as he drags his fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how wet you already are. “fuck, baby, you like this? being taken care of by us?”

axl chuckles, pulling your legs apart as he settles between them. “look at her,” he coos. “so fucking needy. bet she’d let us do anything to her.”

he’s not wrong. the second slash pushes two thick fingers into you, curling them just right, your back arches and a whimper falls from your lips. axl grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“gonna let us use this pretty little cunt, sweetheart?”

all you can do is nod, already feeling your brain start to slip into that warm, floaty space where you don’t have to think—just feel.

“good girl,” axl purrs before leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours. slash’s fingers speed up, scissoring inside you, stretching you out.

“think she’s ready?” slash asks, voice rough.

axl pulls back just enough to smirk. “only one way to find out.”

before you can process what’s happening, axl is dragging you onto his lap, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds. then he’s pushing in, stretching you open inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside you.

“fuck, so tight,” axl groans, head falling back.

slash watches with dark, hungry eyes, palming himself through his jeans. “gonna let me have a turn too, baby?”

your head is already spinning, but you nod, and slash wastes no time. the bed dips as he moves behind you, dragging a hand up your spine before gripping the back of your neck.

“gonna fuck you real dumb, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and heat.

he doesn’t even give you time to think before he’s pushing in alongside axl, stretching you so wide it knocks the breath from your lungs. you cry out, fingers digging into axl’s shoulders, and he soothes you with soft kisses and praises.

“so fucking good for us,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “taking us so well.”

slash isn’t as gentle. his hands grip your hips, nails digging in, and he starts moving—slow at first, then faster, until both of them are fucking you in tandem, stretching you, ruining you.

“can’t even talk, can you?” axl teases, grinning up at you. “too dumb on our cocks?”

slash growls in agreement. “our dumb little girl, letting us use her however we want.”

it’s too much, and not enough all at once. every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, every touch setting your skin on fire. you’re shaking, gasping, and when slash reaches around to rub your clit, you go utterly boneless, head lolling back against his shoulder.

“there she goes,” axl coos, dragging his tongue over your collarbone. “our perfect little fucktoy.”

they don’t stop until you’re wrecked, until you’re a whimpering, overstimulated mess between them, body trembling and mind completely blank.

when it’s over, you’re sprawled between them, your body limp and buzzing with pleasure. axl strokes your hair, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, while slash rubs circles into your thigh, his other hand tracing mindless patterns on your stomach.

“feeling better, baby?” slash asks, voice low and lazy.

you can’t even form words. you just nod, sighing, and axl chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“that’s our good girl.”

[shieldmaiden-tabris]

Alright at this point no Star Wars writer other than Timothy Zahn should be allowed to touch Thrawn in current canon. Don't look at him, don't think about him, none of that. Don't even breathe in the blue man's direction. If you don't understand the fundamentals of his character, namely the primary force that drives and motivates him to do things, then do not have him do things!!! Create your own character to be the big bad!! Leave him alone.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[duffslut]

That was oddly appealing of him

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Some may be surprised or even shocked to learn upon gazing at the (absolutely bangin') exclusive poster art that Hermie the Unworthy is blonde, and while I think it is perfectly valid and plausible to assume that he has simply bleached it to be that way, I would also ask you to consider that this is now our most scientifically plausible explantion we have to date for why he is Like That.

[elchujibly2]

doc brown being a weird little freak

[vaguely-concerned]

I understand why they didn't do this because it would run the risk of telegraphing the twist too much too early, but imagine if one of elgar'nan's temptation lines during blood of arlathan had been 'I could bring him back to you'

[broidobe]

𝔤𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

requested by 💽!!

☾slash takes his girl on a shopping spree, but things heat up in the dressing room when temptation becomes too much to resist☽

☾warnings: sugar daddy!slash, public sex, semi-exhibitionism, dominant slash, smut, mild breath play, strong language☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the mall was always busy this time of day, packed with shoppers moving from store to store, but slash didn’t mind. he liked watching you pick things out, your eyes lighting up at the racks of designer dresses and silk blouses. he loved the way you turned to him, expectantly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. you didn’t even have to ask.

“go crazy, sweetheart,” he murmured, fishing out his black card and slipping it into your hand.

a giddy laugh bubbled out of you before you disappeared between aisles, picking things at random, anything that caught your eye. you knew he’d get it all for you without a second thought. that’s what he was there for, after all.

but slash had other things on his mind.

by the time you dragged him into the fitting room, arms full of dresses and lingerie you claimed you were “just trying on,” he was already worked up. it was impossible not to be, not when you looked at him like that, all sweet and teasing, knowing exactly what you were doing.

you disappeared behind the door, leaving him sitting on the plush little bench in the small, dimly lit space. he watched you peel off your clothes, slipping into the first dress.

“how’s it look?” you asked, stepping in front of the mirror, turning to check yourself out.

slash leaned back, eyes dragging over the tight fabric hugging your curves. “looks great,” he said, voice thick with something heavier than admiration.

you caught the way he was watching you, the way his fingers twitched on his knee, how his breathing slowed. you turned, facing him fully, hands smoothing down your sides.

“think so?”

“mmhm.”

you stepped closer, between his legs now, hands resting on his shoulders. “i’ve got a few more to try on,” you murmured, eyes playful, lips close enough to graze his.

slash smirked, cigarette dangling from his lips. “yeah? might take a while.”

you kissed him before he could say anything else, slow and teasing, your fingers tangling in his curls. he groaned low in his throat, hands finding your hips, gripping tight.

and then you pushed him back against the mirror.

the clothes were forgotten, the dressing room suddenly too hot, too small, the space between you nonexistent. his hands slipped under the hem of the dress, fingers trailing up your bare thighs.

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your ear, hands sliding up further, fingers finding just how worked up you already were.

you bit down on your lip, muffling the gasp threatening to spill out.

but slash wasn’t making it easy.

his hand clamped gently over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. he kissed the shell of your ear, voice rough, teasing. “can you do that for me?”

you nodded, eyes dark and needy.

and then he was lifting you, pressing you up against the mirror, dress bunched up around your waist.

it was quick, desperate, the thrill of getting caught only making it hotter. his lips trailed down your throat, his breath hot against your skin, fingers digging into your thighs. every slow thrust sent fire curling low in your stomach, every muffled moan making him groan against your skin.

“you’re so fuckin’ bad,” he rasped, teeth scraping against your shoulder. “dragging me in here, lookin’ like that…you knew exactly what you were doing.”

you whimpered against his palm, legs tightening around his waist.

someone walked past the dressing rooms, the sound of footsteps pausing just outside. your breath hitched. slash only smirked against your skin, rolling his hips slower, teasing.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmured. “don’t wanna get caught?”

you glared at him, the heat between your legs unbearable, and he laughed, a deep, sinful sound.

and then he gave you exactly what you wanted.

it didn’t take long after that. the feeling of him buried deep, the sound of his breathy groans in your ear, the way his fingers tightened on your waist as he lost himself in you. you came together, bodies shaking, breath ragged, hearts pounding against each other.

he held you there for a moment, forehead resting against yours, before pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to your lips.

“fuck,” he muttered, voice still heavy with lust.

you grinned, smoothing his curls back from his face. “guess i should try on the next one, huh?”

slash chuckled, setting you down, hands smoothing over your hips. “yeah, baby. but we’re taking all of them home.”

you smirked, kissing him again, tasting cigarettes and sin. “good.”

[wyllaztopia]

do u like cj does va :o !! i was watching an old vod and heard himm call out your user

i drew his killer png and church amon png but no i hate him

[broodlords]

you know how sea creatures get all fucked up when you bring them out of the ocean

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 21 thoughts:

Well that was sure a turn around from last arc's "I'm going to rally the students so I don't get captured."

I know my daughter has made some . . . mistakes, but I'm not a fan of her turning herself into the openly corrupted and also bad at their job parahuman cops.

(Parahuman cops as in "cops who police parahumans" not "cops who are parahumans")

Like look, I get it. A precog told her to cut ties. I can't say it's wrong to follow that advice. But she could do that in a lot of ways that don't involve the PRT.

The second not from Dinah just being "I'm sorry" is brutal.

But before she can turn herself in she has to absolutely fucking crush the PRT/Protectorate for outing her civilian identity.

I love how fucking simple taking out the entire PRT headquarters was for Skitter and her girlfriends!

Who needs anyone else? Bitch brings muscle, Tattletale brings information, Skitter brings battlefield control. Lesbian polycule power activate!

Was it an overboard response? Maybe. Was it badass how she just took out so many heroes and PRT troops with ease? Yes.

Poor Dovetail has one of the most embarrassing introductions ever. First time we see her and Skitter is wiping the floor with her and thinking about her "crummy power".

God I hate Tagg so much that he makes me miss Piggot. Like she was absolutely terrible, but he's worse! And making me miss Piggot makes me hate Tagg even more!

Kindly old cemetery groundskeeper who doesn't pay much attention to the news! Never a bad trope.

They gave Butcher 15 to Cherish???!? Like sure they give all the reasoning for it but like ... it just seems like a really high risk situation. If she ever gets out it's going to suck. A lot.

THE SCENE AT RACHEL'S PLACE OH MY GOD!

SHE IS BUILDING A COMMUNITY! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!

Rachel just over here finding everyone like her and giving them a place. Legit crying. Look at that fucking growth!

(Also shout-out to my wife for having basically done the same thing. It's how I met her. It's how I met one of my girlfriends. And so many other important people. So ya. I fucking love this.)

Also you ever like a girl so much you try to give her an entire planet? Cause Taylor sure has.

"Rachel I don't want you to be sad when I'm gone so you can basically have this whole other planet we found."

GGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Imp let Regent take control of her . . . welp. Like, I'm not really surprised by this. And in a different situation I wouldn't even really find it that weird. I'd do it with the right person. But combination of age and the situation they are in and Regent being Regent annnnnd ya. Welp.

I did love how much of the interactions between Skitter and Regent/Imp really was just her struggling with parenting two teenage supervillains.

IT'S NOT SO EASY, IS IT CHILD?!? MAYBE YOU'LL CUT ME SOME SLACK AND LISTEN TO MY ADVICE IN THE FUTURE!

(She won't)

I fucking LOVE that she made the bible themed hero kneel. Absolutely fucking amazing.

Oh shiiit, Skitter just flat dropped that guy multiple stories. Is she going to far?

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

Damn, Valefor sure has some fucked up powers, I wonder what they're gonna do abou-

. . .

. . .

. . . . . .

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

. . .

Yep.

. . .

. . . I think I preferred when she just used a knife.

So anyway

Not a fan of Taylor having more alone time with Brian (not because I have any issue with the idea, but because I think she needs to be focusing on her girlfriends), but I am a fan of her using bugs to clean her dress and fix her hair afterwords while Brian just kinda sits there and has to contemplate what he has gotten himself into. Queen shit.

Flechette was SO mad that Parian wasn't "cute" anymore, I couldn't stop laughing. Sure, she said "You had to take the playfulness away? The joy?" but we all know what she meant. Of course, it's won't take very long for the new costume to get Flechette's attention. (I have to mention that this is basically exactly what I said when reading the scene, and the interlude a few chapters later just proved me right.)

Flechette is just so hopelessly gay

Miss Militia is actually getting very mild respect from me right now. Like, she's still working for the cops but she is actually agreeing to silently push against some things. Now, she says she doesn't have more power then that but she is a very well known hero and if she would publicly speak out about certain things there is a decent chance she could do more. That would of course be putting her position at risk though. Which is why she only gets very mild respect right now.

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T JUST GET TO SEE TATTLETALE'S MURDER WALL, I GOT TO SEE HER ENTIRE MURDER ROOM!

Fucking multiple bulletin boards with threads connecting them. Everything color coded. Reference numbers to files with more details. Multiple TV screens, computer with constant information dump. God. It's like a literal representation of the inside of my mind while I read Worm. SO MANY THINGS TO FIGURE OUT!

I love a lot of characters, but Tattletale always stays near the top. She gets me.

And from the fucking joy of getting to see that setup I come crashing the fuck down.

Like, I have completely figured out at this point that Skitter is turning herself in. I know what is coming. She's had her moment with everyone else and Tattletale is the last one.

And then. Then just . .

No goodbyes.

😭😭😭😭😭

HOW DARE THIS BOOK MAKE ME FEEL MY OWN FEELINGS!! I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS!

I do find it hysterical that the PRT officers working the front lobby don't all recognize Skitter on sight. Fucking gas station employees will manage to keep track of people with pictures on the "bad check" board, you'd think the PRT could manage to have their officers keep track of the face of one of the most well know villains in the country, if not the world, who also controls their city. PRT is forever bad at their job.

That one guy did notice her eventually though, so I guess he gets to be employee of the month.

The Number Man interlude thoughts:

The inside of this mans mind is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen and the constant reminder of the horrible things he is helping Cauldron do to all their prisoners was very helpful because it was the only thing keeping me from deciding that The Number Man is a perfect soul that can do no wrong.

I have no illusions here. I am weak. This man is a monster and I should not have any trouble remembering that.

But fuck shit fuck oh god fuck I don't even need him to touch me. I just need him to TALK to me. I just need him to get high with me and let me pick apart how his mind works!

He understood numbers, and through them, he understood everything.

That line. Absolute killer. Fucking take me.

. . . anyway yes it's a very interesting interlude!

Loved seeing more of the inner workings of Cauldron

I very much want to see the final level of their basement that only the Doctor goes into because I said that I thought Cauldron had a dead (for values of dead that are non-definable) higher dimensional being in their basement back during arc 15 and now I know for sure that there is something down there. I wanna know if I was right!

Oh my god he was friends with Jack

"Friends"

Look I make everything gay ok? It's not my choice! Sure it means I get to enjoy every tiny bit of Wolfspider and Chatterbug cause I see all of it. But it also means I see the ships I don't want to think about!

I men what was I supposed to think when Jack said “We can live this. Together. Every waking second…”?

Gay

Parian interlude thoughts:

And speaking of gay!

Fucking Flechette just full blown "Fuck all of this I want you to tell me what to do for the rest of my life!"

Full U-Haul lesbian.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

This is Parian's new costume having an effect.

Just so gay. I love it.

Also Bitch just so fucking ready to break Skitter out. So fucking gay.

And the incredible loyalty, which is gonna hurt if she ends up feeling betrayed by Skitter.

Still gay though.

Tattletale, basically without powers, just completely giving Accord the "fuck off, we're in charge" was amazing. All she had to do was promise to consider his binders and he was all in. This poor man just wants somebody to read his ideas! He's like a aspiring screenwriter just begging people to read his script.

[sodalitefully]

Slash and Duff in Idaho, October 2023

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

The best bug.

[rocketqueen1989x]

🩵DILFS🩵

[saintplaquerat]

i think it is so cool seeing people from hungary/romania pop off over the papas being transylvanian. it feels so awesome when characters you like are from where youre from.

[darkwood-sleddog]

This face is the reason he’s spoiled.