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skinomyteethh · 6 months
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I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.
₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch
﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader
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★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3
★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.
★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.
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✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.
he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.
his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.
[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.
he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.
'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.
his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.
a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.
throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.
he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.
slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.
with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.
a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.
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I HAVE MOVED TO MY MAIN. PLEASE FOLLOW GINSENGKITTEN <3
“His large, rough hands adorned with rings, tenderly kissing the strings.”
*this is my very first gnr/slash fic. I’m not proofreading it either it’s just something for the depraved slash girlies*
✰ TEACHERS PET ✰
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✰slash!xfem!/age!gap/praise kink/daddy issues/extreme!smut/NSFW ✰
Did not narrow down slashes age here. Anywhere from 40-current age- left up to reader
Because of your "fading talent", your dad thought it would be best to force you into guitar lessons. He told you if you took lessons seriously, that he wouldn't make you get a job. Guitar was your job.
You never resented guitar playing. It was your first love. You knew you were good at it. You could lose yourself in playing and the world would disappear. And you didn't want to disappoint your dad. You constantly felt like you weren't meeting his expectations of being some sort of renowned guitar player. But you knew nothing else and felt good at nothing else but guitar. It felt like you're only option as a career path.
Your dad worked in the music industry for over 20 years. He saw the success that could come from being a musician. He had connections and everyone knew him and he knew everyone. You remember tagging along in and out sporadically throughout growing up. It was just the two of you. You had met cool bands and musicians and other famous figure heads. While it was "cool", you also didn't care much as it had monopolized your childhood. Long nights, early flights, the rush of recording studios, backstages, waiting around on your dad in meetings. Probably sometimes being in places not meant for a kid. You became indifferent and tired.
But now you were older and the expectations of you were even more elevated. Your dad wanted more from you. You weren't sure if it was for profit or fame anymore for him. He never seemed quite satisfied and never gave any sort of clear affirmation.
-
You hopped out of the blacked out suburban with your equipment. Your dad closing the door behind you. You stepped into the cold night air. A shiver ran up your exposed legs under your skirt. Although a brisk walk from the parking garage to the recording studio, you wished you had dressed a little warmer. But dressing like a rockstar wasn't for wimps! You liked to model your style after female rockstars you had met growing up but always ended up just looking like some little groupie.
The recording studio was more or less an old penthouse with a recording area built in one of the rooms. It was nice but had this eerie grungy appearance that made it seem like it could have been a trap house in the 80s. While you tried your best to fit the role, you looked like you didn't belong there. Even your dad looked cooler than you. Suddenly you started to feel insecure. As you walked down the dark hallway inside, music became louder as the smell of cigarettes did too. A hazy light shone through a cracked door at the end of the hallway. Was this a guitar lesson or a concert? Your dad pushed through the door and you followed tucked behind him timidly. Immediately old friends of your dads excitedly gave him greetings and hugs complete with hearty slaps on the backs. You stood there nervously clutching your guitar. "You guys remember my daughter, Y/N!" Your dad announced you, stepping back to reveal you hidden behind him. Your cover suddenly exposed. "Well I'll be damned! If it isn't Y/N!" They all exclaimed happily. A scruffy man with blond hair embraced you fatherly and gave you a small gentle noogie on your head. "Man look at this kid! Haven't seen you since you were what, 12! Look at you all grown up now!" He said simultaneously exchanging his eyes from you to your dad. You grinned sheepishly embarrassed at the attention in the room on you. Guns n Roses. Man they were so fucking cool. You'd met them a few times growing up when your dad worked with them off and on. This part of his job was pretty cool. It was more like family friends than the world famous rock legends. Except when you were younger, the barrier between you and them was bigger. Your dad shielding you from the crazy drunken scraps, sessions and other rockstar mischief. You'd meet and then your dad would leave you with his assistant in another office or the tour bus while he fucked around with the guys elsewhere. But now you were an adult like them! You finally got to be on the inside. In the ring with the rockstars. This made you even more intimidated. 'Am I getting lessons from rockstars?' You panicked to yourself. Suddenly completely doubting your skill at all. They can't see you play! They'll laugh for sure. There's no way.
The music playing on the speaker suddenly changed to a softer tempo, "She Rides" by Danzig started playing. The slow intro intertwined with the dark atmosphere of the studio. Dark purple velvet curtains limply hung from the ceilings, old trunks full of excess junk and costume attire, records plastered the walls, the only light in the room glowing from dim warm lamps throughout the room. It felt safe and comfortable in here, like an old theatre. Cigarette smoke danced through the warm glow of the lamps.
The feeling of eyes on you started burning the back of your head. Someone was watching you. You turned your head to the left corner of the studio. A broad shoulder man sat open legged on a old couch and became illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp. The smoke trailed from his full lips out from under his dark full curls decorating his tan face. He had remained quiet and out of frame when the greetings went on. You dad shooting the shit with the other men in the room.
It's Slash. Your heart beat a little quicker in your chest. Oh my god of course, how could I forget SLASH! You became suddenly star struck for a brief moment. He was the GOD of guitar. He's so badass and he's so talented and he's....staring..at me? Your thoughts left your head. You felt his gaze on you like you were being hunted. Like his prey? You tried to examine him back, thinking you were being inconspicuous. His luscious curls sat atop his large broad frame, shirt slightly tight across his massive chest. His legs spread open as he relaxed into the couch like a lazy king on a throne. A cigarette pursed between his soft lips as he strummed a guitar. He kept his eyes on you, strumming without even looking. His large, rough hands adorned with rings, tenderly kissing the strings.
"Your new guitar teacher!"
You snapped into reality. "What?" You responded sounding a little more eager than you wanted to but so in disbelief. " Slash was kind enough to lend his time to you. You remember him right?" Your dad said flippantly. He walked over to the couch, harshly scooting you along with him. No fucking chance. You tried to lock back in and play it cool. Slash lifted his guitar off his lap and set it aside. He leaned forward on the couch to greet you. His gaze on you now more apparent and obvious. He scanned you up and down. "Well look who's all grown up." He said in a teasing but serious manner. He half smirked at you. You weren't sure how he intended that to come across but the way it landed made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush. "I've been told you're quite the player these days" He said, still scanning you. Was everyone else in the room so oblivious to the electricity unfurling? Or was it just you? Was his blatant hungry gaze all in your head because you wanted it to be real? Because you wanted slash to think you were pretty? Because you thought he was attractive? No. It was real. His primal gaze on your body was definitely real. How was everyone else missing this? The energy in the room? Did your dad not realize the borderline dangerous fixation that slash's eyes cast on you? You snapped back again, remembering why you were there.
What you yourself were oblivious to was the fact that his eyes had locked onto you the second you entered the room. Not recognizing the delicate girl who looked like a brand new doll getting thrown into a junkyard. She stuck out like an Angel to him. Her soft and bright features contrasted the worn out room. She looked pretty but young. How young? Who was this girl? This wasn't Y/N was it? His friends daughter he had agreed to tutor although half drunk at the time of his agreement. It couldn't be her, this girl here now was grown up and filled out. He couldn't help but pour his eyes over her entire body. Her soft and smooth legs, her thighs tucked under a little black leather skirt that hugged her hips so perfectly. A nice little ass under there too. God she was perfect. His pants grew a little tighter. He couldn't stop looking at her. She's like a timid little bunny, he thought to himself. Too timid. Too young. Need to check yourself, he snapped back into reality as she walked over to the couch. It was Y/N. Wow- She had to have been 19 or 20 by now if he remembered right. Still, what would a bright young girl like herself want with a old man like him? He steadied himself. Remember why she's here. She's not your next meal. Yet.
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It was nearly midnight at the studio. But to everyone in the music industry it might as well have been 5'o clock in the afternoon. The night just getting started to most. After and hour or two of your dad catching up with the guys and some other musicians, the penthouse became filled with people. This was one of your average studio parties it seemed. Not so much a lesson. You did wonder why the lesson was so late at night in the first place. Now it was apparent that your dad had wanted to party with the crews and the lesson was a back burner idea. You were not really a partier. In fact not at all. As the party began to rage louder and heavier, the more you stuck out like a sore thumb. You felt silly and out of place. Surrounded by drunk messy adults, heavy metal blaring through the sound system. Everyone had filtered out of the studio and you sat on the couch once occupied by Slash earlier in the night. His peppery, musky cologne lingered on the couch, it smelled so good. He smelled so good. You couldn't stop seeing the image of his face in your mind. The depraved, hungry stare he had locked onto you earlier. It simultaneously struck butterflies and fear into your body. Your dad had disappeared into the party and it honestly gave you relief that he wasn't there to hover over you, casting shadows of his disappointment in you through every undertone of every word he spoke. Technically though, that did mean you could practice without anyone's judgement.
You began unpacking your guitar on the floor, checking the strings, your picks, your sheet music. You put your headphones on and turned on none other than Guns N' Roses. Trying to drown out the heavy metal playing in the other rooms. You hummed to yourself while you fiddled with your things.
Moments later, the door opened slowly and slash entered. He was alone, holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He immediately saw you over the corner by his favorite spot. He quietly shut the door behind him and made his way to the couch. Seeing you oblivious to his gaze, he quietly studied you from the couch. His thoughts once again snaking their way through impure desires. The way your reddened knees held you on the floor. A small glimpse of cotton panties poking out from under your skirt. Your thighs curving across your calves like a puzzle piece. He watched the way your delicate small hands tried to handle the far too oversized guitar laid across your lap. Fuck she's so cute he thought. He could hear the GNR song "Think about you" playing from your headphones. Unaware you weren't alone, you softly chirped out a few lyrics to yourself as you hummed.
"I think about youuuu, deep inside, I love you best."
He let out a breathy chuckle
"I think about youuuu, you know you're the one I want..."
He could watch you in your own world forever like this. Your sweetness enveloped the room. A breath of fresh air he had been craving for so long. It made his heart pound in his chest. He licked his lips. Studying his student. The adoration danced with a dark and perverse stream of wishes. To get closer to you. To feel your warmth and inhale your sweet scent. To touch you. Your soft and delicate skin. To have you. He had to have you. He left the couch and stood behind you. The light from one of the lamps now being shaded threw you out of your little world and you slowly turned around in confusion.
"Oh my god!" You yipped out in a fast spool of fear, embarrassment and shock. You twirled back to him on your knees. His tall dark body towered over you like a monolith. He smirked big. Looked down at you on your knees in front of him sent aches down his chest and into his abdomen. It drove him crazy. It was exactly where he wanted you if it were up to him. Your innocent eyes peering up to him. Your fear almost adding a little bit of extra sweetness to him. You looked so cute to him when you were scared. You quickly took off your headphones. "Didn't mean to scare you doll face." He chuckled maliciously. You hesitated to believe that was true.
Suddenly Slash broke the thin barrier of space that had been aching to be ripped apart between the two of you. His large strong hands wrapped around your small wrists and he yanked you on your feet. At full stature you still only met his sternum in height, still peering up at him. The warmth of his strong hands touching your skin shocked you in the best way. Deep swirls pooling inside you. His scent now strong in your presence. You were so close to him. Almost body to body. Your doe eyes glittered up at him. He let out a slight huff as his serpent stare connected with you once again. Like a hungry animal. "This perfect body. I need to ruin her pretty cunt. Fuck me..." he thought. He glanced down at your chest concealed in your tight shirt and then back to your face, know you saw him do it too. He wanted you to see. A slight curl of his lips as he did it. His big hands still wrapped around your dainty wrists. You slightly try to pull them away as to relieve him of his duty to help you up but his grasp tightens and his lips curl. "You've grown up little bunny" he broke the thick silence in his scratchy and deep voice. Giving one more soul stealing stare and he let you go before you could reply. He sat on the couch, resuming his king like pose. He took a drag from his cigarette and sucked the smoke into his nose. Staring at you as he slowly let the smoke trickle out of his lips and nose. God did he know what he was doing? Fuck he was so hot you thought. You wanted to just climb on top of him and steal the smoke right out from his mouth. "So I've been told" you sneer back. "And you're sassy now too? Tsk tsk" he clicked jokingly. "So.." you ignore his quip. "When do I get this lesson of yours?" You ask earnestly. His eyebrow raises. Was that a serious question? He thought. The innocent and curious nature of your voice. He tried to ignore his pants becoming more uncomfortably tight again. He placed a guitar over his lap and strummed to hide anything. "I have a couple things I could teach you little bunny."
You wondered if his statement was two folded or if you were just imagining things. The conversation could have easily been interpreted as normal to an unsuspecting person. So your reply you camouflage in case his intention isn't what you thought. "I want to learn so many things. I'll be the best student. I promise" you say sweetly. That drives him crazy. This girl knows what she's doing doesn't she? He thought. He thinks on a reply before saying anything. Combing his mind to think what the next move is here. Calculating.
Everything else falls away and you deem it in this moment to finally have something YOU want for a change. No more expectations. If it fails it fails but it's not like you lose anything. It's not like anyone cares, let alone this massive superstar in front of you who can have anyone he wants.
Your need for his touch makes you brave and you trace your fingers over his as he plays. He doesn't stop at this though but glances at you. "I can be a real good student, Slash." You coo to him in exactly the right tone to drive him crazy. This now stops him. Hearing his name escape your perfect lips. He needs to have you. All to himself. As soon as possible. He traces his ring decorated fingers over yours on the neck of the guitar. You hover your face at the head of it. His fingers slowly snake up the neck. He takes a final pause before connecting with your skin once again. His thumb grazes your bottom lip. Goosebumps explode across your arms. The tip of his thumb dips into your mouth, he rests it atop your tongue. "Sweet girl" he whispers gravelly. He doesn't know your slit is wet with eagerness just as you don't know his cock is throbbing with excitement. He removes his thumb slowly from your mouth and grips your jaw with his robust hand. He pulls your face forward to him. "Do you want to be a good girl for me Y/N?" His hand tightly gripping your face. You ignited something inside him. You awoke something so primitive. He set his guitar aside and you quickly took its place on his lap. Your light warm weight resting on his crotch. You felt his bulge already at full extent. It felt good against your panties. You give it a slight grind as you secure yourself on top of his lap. He lets out a low sharp groan and gently throws his head back, leaving his thick neck open for the taking. You start peppering small kisses up his neck. His warm silver scruff brushes against your lips as his jaw clenches. You meet his ear.
"I want to be your good girl Slash." You whisper in his neck. You felt him throb underneath your wet panties.
He needs to fuck you. You were like a precious gem to be scrounged after. He wanted all of you. He needed to make you his. To own you entirely.
Climbing him like a jungle gym. He pulls you back with your hair in his fist. He grips your face again tighter this time and makes you look at him.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks.
"Please" You cry.
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You lock the door The air seems to leave the room. Is this really happening? What's happening? Does he just want to fool around? To kiss me? To fuck me? God I need him to fuck me. Your thoughts raced at the reality before you.
Suddenly his hands snake around your waist. His warmth flush against your back. You let out a small gasp of surprise and pleasure. His large hand grips your entire neck tilting it to the side. He sprinkles gentle kisses down your neck and you let out a sigh of pleasure. "I'm going to ruin you Y/N. You know that?" He cooed. "I'm going to make that pretty cunt of yours mine." He taunted. You let out a whimper.
I want to ravish her but at the same time I feel like I could break her in half at a single touch. He thought.
Fuck it. I need to have her."
You become blind with pleasure and melt into his arms. Still gripping your neck. He walks you both backward and falls back on the couch, towing you onto his lap. Still behind you, he fists your hair in his hand and the other travels down to your thighs. You get increasingly needy for more. You grind your ass on his lap. His ringed fingers tease up your inner thigh. "You ready to be a good little bunny for me?" He affirms one more time before letting himself go feral on your body.
"Please Slash"
"Please what baby? Use your words honey"
"Please fuck me. I need you. Please." You whine.
That was all the confirmation he needed. He just wanted to hear you say it again. Hearing you beg for him pushed him over the edge. He grips your hair tightly again. Ensuring your neck is wide open. He is suddenly completely animal. He dives into your neck and collar, this time his kisses are many and messy. He bites your neck. You whimper louder this time and he moans into your neck in reply. "That's its sweet girl. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours" he pants
His fistful of your hair, guiding your neck open. His other hand slides up your skirt and finds your panties.
"My little bunny is already wet? That's a good girl." He praises into your ear from behind. You arch your hips into his hand. Needing more.
"Needy girl, aren't you?"
His hand moves from your hair to your breast. His large hand completely covering it. He gives it a strong squeeze and then slips it underneath your shirt and bra. You gasp as you feel his rough hand hold you. He loves the way your tits feel. Grinding your ass on his lap he begins rubbing circles on your panties. Right where it feels so good.
"I've wanted to do this since the minute you walked in tonight. In your tight little skirt. It drove me crazy." He whispers with hot breath on your ear. Still working his hands simultaneously on you. He shoves his hand into your panties and starts toying with your soaked cunt.
"So wet for me huh dollface?" He grins feeling his way through your warm folds. He hikes you up higher on himself and enters a finger inside you.
"Oh fuck Slash." You moan.
"Spread those pretty legs for me doll"
"This pretty pussy is mine now, you understand?" He growls in your ear. His hands so muscular and talented, he effortlessly slides in and out of your pussy while making perfect pinches on your nipple simultaneously. The years of guitar playing shining through his fingers. He plays you. His thrusts feel so fucking good inside you. You grind down on his fingers, he holds you tight in his arms like a wild animal trying to squirm. You grind your ass back on his cock, feeling his size through his jeans. He groans. "I need to see that pretty cunt". He exits you and places you on the couch facing outward and he kneels before you. He lays you back and grabs your legs and pulls you forward to his face. He carelessly flips your skirt up and hikes it over your hips, exposing your panties underneath.
"You don't need these anymore" he says. You raise your hips as he slides your panties down and off your legs. The cool air washes over your exposed bottom.
Now bare, he spreads your legs open wide and looks at your pussy as he prepares to dine on it like a wolf with fresh meat. "Such a pretty cunt" he gives it a slap and before you can fully react to the surprise or pain, his face disappears into your legs. His warm tongue glides right into your pussy.
"Oh fuck." You moan softly. You can't think straight. You lace your fingers into his thick curls.
Heavy rock muffles in the background but all you focus in on is the sounds of his lips on yours. He eats you like a savage. He looks up at you through dark eyes and flattens his whole tongue up your pussy in one long stroke.
"You taste so good baby."
You whimper. You need more. He looks at you with hooded dark eyes. He needed more.
He stands up and unbuckles his belt. You sit up on your knees and take over. Your hands stop his own and you look up at him. "Can I do it please?" You almost beg. He takes no time to think on that and allows you to continue. Your eyes line with his tanned happy trail peeking out from under his shirt. You dip your fingers into his waistline and feel a massive warm shaft. The other hand pulling down his waistline. You free his throbbing cock. It glistens along its thick veins. The girth is incredible. You waste no time and lick the pre cum off the tip. That send him into a craze. He tips his head back and groans loudly. "Fuck baby. Be a good girl for me." He commands. You take him in your mouth -or try to. He's so big but you manage to take it all in down to the back of your throat. You gag slightly on its size. He tastes so good. You Bob your head up and down. Swiping your tongue all over in a messy fashion. He fists your hair again and starts guiding your head on his hard cock. He lets out a deep hiss and pants faster.  You look up and see the muscles in his throat clenching. He looks down at you as he continues thrusting into you. "That's a good girl. That's such a good girl" he pants in disbelief and pleasure. Sweat beads down his face. Tears well in your eyes as you choke on his size. Giving a few last hard thrusts he slips himself out of your mouth and caresses your messy spit covered face. Looking at you on your knees if front of his cock, the hungry look on your face. It makes him throb. It's almost painful. "Lay down baby" he says. You obey and lay back vertically on the couch. He removes his pants and shirt, exposing a muscular yet softly toned and tan abdomen, decorated with a large tattoo across his stomach. He then leans over and removes your shirt and bra. All that remained was the small leather skirt riding up your waist more like a sash than a skirt now. He hovers over you, his necklaces hanging from him. He opens your legs and gives his cock and few pumps before teasing your soft wet entrance. "Look how sweet you look." He smirked devilishly. "Please fuck me slash" you beg. He grits his teeth out of pleasure to hear those words come from your mouth. Hours earlier this was nothing but a perverted fantasy in his mind. But now he had you, naked underneath him. Ready for his cock. He leaned down to your face and gripped it once more. His hand on your face, he licked your breasts briefly. You try to tip your head back but he forces it forward. " Look right at me honey. Right here. Let me see that pretty face as I fuck you. Are you ready? You're so ready." He grumbles out. He smiles at you, a painful grip on your face, forcing you to look straight at him. His tip brushes the leaking wetness from your pussy all around like a paintbrush. And then slowly he slides his cock in.
You want to squint your eyes shut in pleasure, he gives your head a firm shake to remind you to look at him "I know baby I know." He growls. He himself tries to control his voice through his own searing pleasure. You whimper loudly
"Oh fuck Slash oh my god" You sharply inhale and whine out.
"That's it little bunny, let me hear your pretty voice".
He coos as he begins thrusting in and out of your wet hole. His grunts vibrate your body. His thrusts rock your body like ocean waves. He begins a faster rhythm almost If only to watch your breasts sway up and down with each thrust. His stance towering over you.
You continue letting out moans. Your moans are like honey to him. Weakening his limits with each sweet cry out.
"Oh that's a good girl taking my cock." He coos again.
"Slash I can't-" words fail you. You begin feeling a familiar tenseness overtake your body. 
"Is my pretty girl going to cum out of her pretty cunt?" He teases.
His rhythm increases. His rough skin slapping agains your soft supple skin. Sweat drips down his tanned abdomen. The power of each thrust inside of you increasing.
He feels your wet walls tightening around his cock. Looking down at you getting fucked by him- he was close too.
"Slash I'm-" you moan
"Be a good girl and cum for me doll-face. Look at me, look at me."
"That's it, you can do it" he encourages before tipping over his own edge. His grunts louder and more animal. His chains sway above you. He slaps against you. His brow furrows and his sweaty curls drape along his face as he pants like a dog in heat.
The bittersweet finale of stars bursts throughout your body. Your pussy tightens over his cock once more in ecstasy.
"Oh that's such a good girl" he grunts as he also reaches his breaking point. He releases hot white spurts inside of your quivering cunt.
A loud grunt leaves his throat. His large cock twitches inside you, finishing you off with pure pleasure. He smiles still thrusting inside you. Shoving his cum deeper inside
"That's a good girl, take it. Take it all." he whispers
The wetness leaks out of you as he pulls out. You both panting for air.
"God you're beautiful. You're perfect" He says breathlessly. He looks at his disheveled masterpiece below him. Completely braindead fucked. You blush hard. A shyness making its way back to your senses. He continues eyeing you. He softens his hand on your face, thumbing your cheek gently.
He protectively dotes on you as he helps re dress you again. Taking pride in taking care of you like this. You feel satisfied yet silly. You blush as he finishes and smooths him hand down your hair. "I own you." He whispers.
To him. The most beautiful girl was now his and his alone. He felt prideful and protective of his girl. He didn't want anyone else here to even glance at you. You were too sweet and kind for a place like this. Parts of him questioned his own morality for corrupting something so delicate. But he was too far gone.
He had unlocked the door with luckily no one having tried to find them in the past hour. In precise timing, axl drunkenly stumbled through the studio door. "Studying guiar at a time like this?" He slurred.
"Careful now girlie or you'll end up the teachers pet."
"Alright fuck off" Slash Ushered him out the door and closed it. He locked it again.
You sat embarrassed on the couch and he sat next to you.
"You are a little teachers pet aren't you?" He smirked.
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sabbathrose · 1 year
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• (Slash) Live at the Ritz, 1991.
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eddiiiieeee · 1 year
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My Angel ☆☆
Slash x reader 
warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.
summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.
authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 1!
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Saul's eyes slowly began fluttering open, how he'd prayed it was all a bad dream. he could see a figure standing against the balcony door, the soft wind occasionally blowing her hair. it was her, it was y/n. He got up slowly rubbing his eyes as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his forehead against her shoulder, what made his heart ache was the fact that she tensed up "please don't do that" he whispered, not being able to handle the thought of her leaving him. She kept her gaze at the beach straight ahead, she knew she should listen to the voice in her head, not Saul's begging her not to leave, but that tiny one that was warning her, to not put herself through, god she should listen but how could she? how could she leave her angel. her beautiful boy.
"you have to promise me. promise me that you won't relapse again, because I can't do this every time. I can't keep handling having to put you in a new rehab program every single fucking time you relapse because the one before didn't work. I can't handle coming home one day to find you dead on our bathroom floor, I really can't Saul, I get so worried when you head over to the studio because I know that if Axl even offers you a drop of fucking heroin you'd take it without a second thought. I can't lose you Saul, and you can't seem to comprehend that, I really can't." she said letting out a few sobs as her hands flew to hide her face in her palms, Saul looked at her and spun her slowly "I am so sorry sweetheart." he mumbled his own tears rolling down his cheeks as he hugged her tightly she wrapped her arms around him sobbing into his chest, how she missed his scent. "I promise you I'm never doing any of that shit ever again, I swear to you y/n." he mumbled into her hair kissing the top of her as she moved to look at him, he looked down into her eyes, wondering how could he have hurt her so much "can I kiss you?" he asked moving some of her hair away from her face as she nodded, parting her lips a bit as he leaned down to kiss her, his hands resting on her cheeks as hers stayed in their place around his waist "I love you, I love you so so much it hurts." he mumbled to her against her lips "I know" she mumbled back as they kept their lips connected, Slash always told her that his lips were made to kiss hers, just hers and no one else's. they were moulded perfectly to fit her lips. once they'd pulled away, y/n kept her forehead against his "I love you, and one day, if you'll take me, I'm gonna marry you, I'm gonna take you wherever you want, we can have those kids you said you wanted" he chuckled through his tears. "you know, the ones with big curly hair and brown eyes?" he said as she grinned a bit knowing he'd read her journal as she had never mentioned kids to Slash "you read that?" she mumbled as she wiped her cheeks "yep, I read the part where I'm your angel. just so you know, I know someone whos even more angelic then I am." he smiled as she moved back a bit to look at him, as her eyebrows furrowed "and whos that?" "you." he said, watching her cheeks turn red as she chuckled a bit "I seriously love you so much," Saul told her caressing her cheek with his thumb "I love you too, baby," she said as he connected their lips once more .... this was short I'm sorry!! but here's part 2!
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slashsslutx · 6 months
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could you write a smut where the fem reader is a virgin and she had the 1st time with modern Izzy Stradlin?
Of course! I don't have any pictures of modern Izzy, so please ignore that😞 here ya go !
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Slow and Gentle.
Warnin's : Virgin reader, some praise, fluffy-smut, mention of birth control, aftercare 💋💋💋
Izzy sat down on the bed, gently pulling you onto his lap. He rubbed your back slowly, whispering into your ear that he's got you. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, looking up into your eyes for approval, to which you nod. He pulls off your shirt carefully, eyes widening at the sight of your beautiful tits.
"Sweetheart, you're gorgeous..." he whispered, unclipping your bra, sliding it off with ease. You wanted to cover yourself, but you trusted Izzy. You knew he'd take care of you.
He slid his own shirt off, kissing your lips, and trailing his lips down to your neck. He decides to dare further on, kissing down from your collarbone to your tits, before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He runs his tongue over it, kissing it gently before pulling away to give the other the same treatment. You can't lie, it was nice. Izzy knew what he was doing, and he was doing it all at your pace.
His left hand trailed down, fingertips brushing against your stomach before he pulled your skirt down. His other hand snaked around to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow kiss. Your lips and tongues danced against eschother's as his fingers grazed against your panties.
"I can't believe I get to do this with someone so perfect..." he smiled, kissing from below your brests to your navel.
"Can I go ahead and take these off, sweetheart?" You nodded in approval, amd he tugged them down oh-so carefully. He looks down as he does, almost drooling at the sight. He lifts your hips up, fully sliding your panties and skirt off of your body. His fingers trail down, drawing circles on your thighs as he leans in to kiss your neck. You moan softly, and he chuckles.
"Are you ready, baby? I'll only do one finger to start with, I don't wanna overwhelm you," he speaks softly into your ear, his breath on it causing you to shiver.
"Yeah, go ahead," is all you can say before he rubs his index finger through your folds. Your slick collects on his finger, and he groans quietly. "So wet for me, darling, so wet." He rubs the pad of his finger over your clit in gentle, slow circles, before applying more pressure. You arch your back, gasping softly as he smirks. "There it is, there we go."
After a few more lazy rubs at your clit, he moves his finger to your entrance. "I'm gonna put it in now, okay?" You look down at his finger, slightly hesitant. He kisses your cheek reassuringly. "You can do it, baby. You can take it, I know you can. I'll go slow, and if you wanna adjust first, tell me. You can take it, baby. I'm here for you."
After a moment, you nod. He slowly slips his finger inside of you, disappearing into your dripping pussy. Your eyes widen, it isn't painful, it just feels a little odd. He looks up at you for any signs of discomfort before slowly pumping his finger into you. Your eyes widen- it feels good, really good. He kisses your neck, curling his fingers up and immediately finding that spot that makes you weak. You arch your back into his touch, moaning softly. "Oh? Does that feel good? You like that?" He smirks, knowing you do. "Yeah," you sigh in pleasure, and he continuously curls his fingers up to that spot. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you cling onto his shoulders, a knot in your forming inside of you.
"Izzy, I think I'm gonna cum..." you trail off, shuddering and trembling on his lap, he cusses under his breath, looking up at you. "Look at me, baby, I wanna see your face when you cum. You can do it, you can take it. Feels good, yeah?" His words send you off the edge, and you sob in pleasure. You cum all over his finger, gripping onto his shoulder as you do. "Fuck, Izzy..." "I know, I've got you..."
"Do you think you can take me? I'd need to use more than one finger." You nod quickly, burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly. "There's a good girl, you can do it." He slowly draws his finger back inside of your pussy, slowly slipping a second in. The new stretch kind of hurts, so you tap his shoulder, letting him know you need to adjust. He doesn't move his finger, not even slightly. After a moment, you tap his shoulder again, and he starts pumping his fingers inside of you once more, working you open. Your eyes widen- it feels even better than before. You moan and whimper at the feeling, and he looks up at you, getting off on just your face alone as he smirks. "Want another? I think you can take it, you're already so wet, two already slipped in with ease. What do you think?" You nod, already lost in bliss, but he stops moving inside of you, much to your dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry, baby, I just don't want you to cum yet."
Finally, he slips a third in, immediately thrusting all three in. He curls the up towards your g-spot, and you feel like you could cum right then and there. Izzy looks up into your eyes, and he almost cums at the sight alone. Your lips slightly parted, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes, god. You're such a gorgeous sight, he doesn't think he ever wants to stop. He's definitely gonna jack off to the thought of that look on your face alone. After another moment or so, he pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. You whine at the loss of pleasure, desperate now. "Please, please, Izzy..." but he doesn't have to hear anymore. He lifts your hips off of him, unzipping his pants, and finally, pulling them down all the way. He slips out of his pants, then his boxers, freeing himself. You look down at his cock, eyes wide. "Baby, that's not gonna fit..." you tell him, and he shakes his head.
"It'll fit, baby. If not, I'll let you adjust. We can stop at anytime, too, if you want. Are you ready?" You nod hesitantly, and he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in, half of his length already deep in you as he groans amd curses. He stops half-way in, letting you adjust. He feels your pussy pulse and clench down on him. That, and the look on your face, could make him cum alone. After a moment, you tap his shoulder, and he slowly slides the rest of his length in. You look down at his face, and it's heaven. His eyes roll back, hair matted to his forehead, he looks ansolutely gorgeous. You take a second to adjust, then grind your hips against his. He snaps out of his thoughts, starting to slowly roll his hips up to yours. You moan loudly, nuzzling into his neck, and he laughs at how cute you are. He starts moving his hips at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of your warm, wet pussy.
"Fuck, doll, so tight around me... you feel so good, just like that," he praises, his hand holding onto your arm in a soothing way, and he thrusts his cock up, brushing over your g-spot. You gasp, and he nods, starting to thrust into you a little faster, angling his hips to hit your g-spot with each thrust. You cry out in bliss, and you can tell you're not the only one close to orgasm. His eyes are hooded, and he looks up into yours, a desperate, loving look in both sets of eyes. He lets out a low moan, holding onto your hips as he nears climax. "Shit, gonna cum, baby... in, or out?" "In, I'm on birth control," he nods, and fucks into you so deep and good as he feels you cum around him. Your eyes roll back and you cling onto him as your orgasm shatters through you. He feels you clench down on him, and it's over. He releases inside of you, moaning loudly as he rides through his high with you. You both come down after a moment, panting heavily and sweating. He slowly, carefully, pulls out of you, and kisses your forehead.
"Did so good for me, baby. Did you like it?" He questions, hoping he did well enough for you, to which you giggle softly. "Best first time ever," and Izzy smiles. He cleans you both up, dressing you for bed, gets ypur some water, and then extends his arms out to cuddle you. You roll your eyes playfully, cuddling him as ypu both fall asleep.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you, too. Goodnight, Izzy."
"Goodnight."
I hope this was good, I haven't writren a fic in a while. 🤞🤞🤞
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gnrswife · 3 months
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Izzy stradlin X fem!reader
warnings: smut,cheating
words:325
Your best friend was passed out right next to you, drunk off too many glasses. She had always been a heavy sleeper and it had annoyed you how hard she was to wake up. That was before you had her boyfriend’s huge dick inside you. It almost hurt how big he was, stretching your cunt out as his massive hands guided your hips up and down.
“That’s a good little slut. How does that big dick feel?” izzy's voice low as he looked at you with hazel eyes that were completely darkened. You knew this was wrong, you were being a terrible terrible friend. This man though had a chokehold on you though.
“So-.. so big.” You whimpered, your pussy soaking his cock.
Chucking darkly, he slid his hands down to your bare ass. “I’m about to show you how big your best friend’s boyfriend’s dick is.” He whispered, holding you tightly as he started to thrust up into you. You wanted to scream, his massive length hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You bit your lower lip, tucking your head into his neck as he leaned in towards your ear. “Fucking you raw right next to your best friend. Hmm.. she doesn’t even get that.”
His words were dirty. Wrong as you should feel, all you could think about was how you were about to cum all over his dick. If your best friend didn’t hear the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing, she was sure to hear the sounds of your wet cunt.
“I’m a-about.. to cum.” You moan into his neck with a whine to your voice as this man had no signs of slowing down. His pants in your ear, low growls had you clenching down onto his cock.
"You might have to tell your best friend that you are knocked up with my baby.” izzy's voice still in your ear as you felt his cum shoot inside you.
The may I can only write when im bored and its mosly smut😭 but i have keith richards smut in my notes should i post it?
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whxr3ss · 3 months
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YOU COULD BE MINE.
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warnings: smut w/ no context / plot. eating out, and more. skip this post if your uncomfortable in any way.
summary: after unpacking, you can't help himself.
pairing: steven adler x fem!reader
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authors note: fyi, i made this at like- 4 in the morning? spelling mistakes, rushed, and overall wasn't checked. as much as its bad, hope you all like it! enjoy <3
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steven's hands were clasped down onto your thigh(s), snaking his face down to your inner thigh areas, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there, making you squirm in delight and slightly whimper. "you need to stay still sweetheart," steven hummed, looking up at you. with a soft sigh, you nodded in agreement. taking that nod, he continued, his lips dragging wet, but gentle and warm kisses down your inner thighs. he sucked on the skin, hard, enough to leave a hickey or two because of the sensitivity there. he left purple, but some toned just a soft pink on your thighs, tiny, but definitely noticeable if someone saw you in shorts. steven's pointer finger clung onto the hem of your panties.
adler's eyes marked their way up to yours, making eye contact with you faintly. he spoke, "you are sure you want this baby? yeah?" he questioned with a reassuring smile. "if it hurts or something, tell me, okay?" steven said gently. "o-okay," you coughed out, looking down at steven. now, steven pulled down your panties, holding the hem with his pointer finger before pulling them down all the way with the rest of his fingers. he slipped the clothing down to your ankles, before taking them off fully. he rubbed circles against your exposed heat. "so wet f'me, huh?" steven cooed, a smirk snaking up his lips. he licked a stripe down your pussy, before kissing it. you let out a loud sigh, more like a moan.
he looked up at you, and he now began to suck on your clit, the wetness soaking his tongue and his lips. he buried his nose into your pussy, and before you knew it, his tongue slipped inside your wet, dripping pussy that ached for him. you couldn't help but toss your head back upon the extreme pleasure. your back arched and your hands moved to steven's hair, tugging at it now and moving his head forward more, your fingers enlaced into his blonde, curly- but stringy hair. he continued, licking, sucking, kissing your pussy, while his nose rammed into it. "i-i-i'm gonna- gonna cum," you whimpered. "cum on my face babe," steven said with a smirk. as he continued, your body trembled. when trembling, you felt your insides twist and turn. and then, you came. cum leaked out of you and onto steven's face. steven pulled up, his face dripped in cum. "i guess you really needed me," steven laughed.
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valupuyhol · 3 months
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Love Drunk
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader
A/N: please someone enjoy this because I wrote like twenty versions of this I swear
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“Ha! I can see your ass!”
In different circumstances, Izzy would have found your current inebriated state to be quite humorous. In fact, he had even been laughing back when the two of you had been at the bar with his bandmates not too long ago. There, it was all fun and games while you danced with Steven like a crazy person and made crude jokes with Duff.
However, after you left the bar and you and Izzy had begun your journey home, things became less, well, laughable.
It had started out alright. It was only a seven-block walk to your place from the bar. You were still laughing about something Duff had told you and Izzy was admiring your smile and the rosy hue on your cheeks that the alcohol had brought on. Less than half a block into your walk home though, you stumbled on the sidewalk (probably due to the fact that you were wasted), fell, and twisted your ankle. Now, Izzy was carrying you home, your body slung over his shoulder haphazardly. Izzy, who was not the biggest guy, was now stumbling himself as he struggled to carry your dead-weight for the seven-block walk home. You, after you’d stopped crying about your ankle of course, were having the time of your life seemingly, slung over Izzy’s shoulder contentedly and babbling on.
“Iz, I can see your ass,” you said again with a giggle.
Izzy merely grunted as he readjusted you on his shoulder.
“Okay, babe,” he said, barely focused on your words and cursing under his breath as his feet stumbled again on the uneven pavement. The last thing he needed to do right now was wipe out whilst carrying you.
“Izzy, I love your butt,” you continued, completely disregarding any of the struggles your boyfriend was facing. “You have the cutest tush, y’know?”
Your words were practically slurred to the point where Izzy had to strain to try to understand what you were trying to say, but the following squeeze you gave his butt got your point across well enough. Izzy couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face at your actions and he rolled his eyes, thankful that his friends were no longer with you two to witness what was currently happening. He could only imagine what they would have to say if they were to witness his current predicament.
“I shouldn’t have ever let you agree to that drinking competition with Slash,” he said, choosing to ignore your comments regarding his backside and your accompanying groping.
“But it was fun,” you protested, momentarily distracted from your boyfriend’s butt after being reminded of the drinking contest you had participated in earlier. “And I won!”
“(Y/N), you did not win,” Izzy said, thinking back to how badly you’d been outdrunk by Slash. His bandmate had probably drunk five times more than what you had been able to consume and in half the time too. The contest had still gotten you sufficiently drunk though (clearly).
“Well, I feel like a winner,” you replied.
Izzy could practically hear the grin in your voice and was unable to keep a smile of his own from forming at your drunken commentary. He had to admit that he was quite smitten with your drunken personality.
Truth be told too; this was Izzy’s first time seeing you in such a state. Sure, you’d gotten tipsy before with him, but this was the first time he’d ever seen you full-on drunk before. For Izzy it was intriguing to see someone, who was usually much more shy and reserved, break out of their shell with just a little liquid courage.
“You won’t feel like much of a winner come morning-time,” Izzy told you, just imagining the terrible hangover you would be facing when you woke up tomorrow.
You laughed again and Izzy couldn’t help but smile with you despite his feelings that you weren’t fully registering the meaning of his words.
“Are you coming home with me, Izzy?” you asked, question brought on by the mention of the next morning.
Izzy nodded despite knowing you couldn’t see it happen from your current position.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m taking you home right now, remember?”
“Is your butt coming too?” you giggled.
You really couldn’t let the butt thing go.
You managed to snake your arms around Izzy’s body awkwardly as he continued to carry you over his shoulder, stroking your fingers along the silky fabric of his shirt absentmindedly as you did so.
“Yes,” Izzy said with a sigh, trying in vain to pretend as if he couldn’t feel your drunken touch tickle his sides. “I don’t really have a choice in that matter, do I?”
You let out another laugh and Izzy rolled his eyes again. You really were quite the lightweight.
“You’re funny, Iz.”
Izzy adjusted you in his arms again as he continued walking.
“You talk a lot more when you’re drunk,” Izzy told you teasingly. “Did you know that?”
“I’ve got a lot to say,” you replied.
“Yeah?” Izzy asked. “Like what?”
He had a feeling he just personally invited the floodgates to open up with that question, but he didn’t care. Your babbling was too cute to mind.
You were silent for a beat as if thinking.
“Like… that you smell good, and brandy tastes gross, and your back is warm,” you eventually came up with.
Izzy hummed lightly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and your pants are tight, and I love that,” you continued.
Izzy snorted.
“I mean it, I love your pants. I love you Izzy.”
Your boyfriend’s heart fluttered at your easy heartfelt confession. Though you told him plenty of times how much you loved him when you were sober, there was something strangely endearing about how you said it to him now.
“I love you too,” he said to you.
“Even when you have to carry me?” you asked.
“Even then,” Izzy confirmed.
You nuzzled your face into his back and another smile crept up onto Izzy’s face.
“Izzy?”
“Yes, my love?” he replied.
“I can still see your ass.”
His smile dropped. It was going to be a long night.
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gnrbitch · 1 year
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Can I have this dance?
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17 yr Slash! x 17 yr Y/n!
Warnings: Just some profanity
Angst?, some jealous Slash, Fluff!!!
Y/l: your last name (but you guys probably already knew that)
Y/hs: Your hairstyle of choice
Imagine whatever style of dress you want! I just chose the color for you guys (oops!)
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1983
Slash was truly appalled when he had heard that Y/n Y/l, his ex girlfriend was going to the prom with Jonny Reed. Why was she going with some other dude instead of him?
Sure they had ‘Broken up’, but they were always breaking up, everyone knew that. Slash would say something that would upset Y/n, and he would be to stubborn to admit he was in the wrong (which he always was), then they would break up, but then he would always go to her house and apologize! All he needed was some time!
But now here he was, listening to Marc retell the story of how Johnny Reed has asked Y/n out to prom.
“I think she said yes out of spite” Steven said as they all hung out in Slash’s moms basement. “of course she did! that’s the reason we broke up this time!” Slash said pacing around, he can’t remember the last time he was this stressed. “Wait what?” Marc said, furrowing his eyebrows “You told Y/n you didn’t wanna go to prom?”. “I mean not exactly, I just told her prom was lame and that only losers go.” Slash responded with a semi-guilty look.
Steven scoffed, “Y/n always talks about prom in class” (which Slash wouldn’t know, considering he’s in continuation) “So i say, that spite is well deserved!”.
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As Slash laid in bed that night, the only thing going through his head was Y/n.
He loves Y/n, he really does, I mean that’s why he’s able to apologize to her after only being apart from her for 2 days! And Slash was not the kind of person to apologize. And Y/n knew that!!! She should feel lucky he even apologizes!
But Slash knew Y/n was in the right, again. He had basically given her a pass to go with someone else, Johnny Reed at that!! What a fucken loser, he would’ve rather much had Steven take her!
The point is, Slash was jealous, the kind of jealous that made him want to march up to Jonny Reeds house and beat his ass. Now thinking about how hot- beautiful (Y/n prefers when he calls her that, she thinks hot is corny) Y/n’s gonna look, he now regrets not asking her to that stupid fucken prom. Knowing Y/n, he would’ve gotten a special treat after the prom.
Now sitting up, he decided, he’s going to that fucken prom, and he’s gonna snatch Y/n away from fucken Johnny Reed.
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“Mom, I need you to make me a suit for prom” Slash said with a mouthful of cereal, grateful for the fact his mom was a designer so he didn’t have to waste any money on a stupid suit he was only gonna use once.
“Prom huh? what colors did you guys choose?” His mom, Ola responded. Slash looked at her confused, “What?”. “You and Y/n, what color did you guys choose?” Ola, looking at her son, eyebrows furrowed, confused look on his face “To wear Slash, the color you guys are gonna wear”.
“Oh! oh, about that” He said looking down, using his spoon to swirl the left over milk from his cereal “Me and Y/n broke up, and another guy is taking her.” “What! What happened Slash?”. Now Ola was aware of Slash and Y/n’s relationship, and she really had love for the girl, being able to deal with her very stubborn son, and since they’ve been together, Slash has been staying away from trouble.
“Well I told her prom is lame and only losers go.” Slash said “But i didn’t think she would take it so hard!” Ola rolled her eyes “Let me guess, now you’re going to go to the ‘lame’ prom and get her back”, Slash flashed her a smile “exactly”. Slash’s mom sighed, “Okay, let’s work on that suit. I’m thinking Navy blue”
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It was the day of the prom, Slash had gotten himself ready and borrowed his moms car, but before heading to school he obviously had to pick up Steven, Marc and their dates, who are acquainted with Y/n.
“I was a bit suprised when Steven told me you were going to the prom, Slash” Stevens date, Jamie had said looking at Slash through the car mirror. “You were suprised! imagine how i was!” Steven responded hitting Slash’s shoulder while he was driving. Slash just grumbled a little “yea” and kept his eyes on the road. “I’m guessing you’re going for Y/n” Marc’s date, Angela spoke. “Y/n!! omg i was there when she got her dress, she looked so pretty” Jamie responded looking over to Angela. Slash’s grip on the wheel tightened at the mention on Y/n, he looked over to Marc to get them to shut up, but he just shrugged his shoulders.
“Poor Y/n, Slash you should’ve seen the look of horror she had when Johnny asked her.” Angela said with a sympathetic look on her face, Slash gave another glance to Marc, who in his words said “She had her hands over her face and nodded her head.” Marc didn’t even look at him.
“What do you mean?” Slash said looking at Angela through the car mirror. “Well she was embarrassed that was sure, I mean she was asked in front of everyone! She probably said yes out of pity.”
Now that was a huge relief for Slash. A pity yes! He now felt ten times more confident, his confidence faltering while he was looking at himself in the mirror.
They soon enough got to school, and as soon as they entered the building Slash looked around for Y/n, but she wasn’t there yet.
But when she did get there, Slash almost slapped himself in the face for not asking her. A beautiful baby blue silk dress and Y/hs, Slash felt like crying, truly, how did he manage to let a fucken loser like Johnny Reed take his girl to the prom?
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Quickly, the night turned sour for Y/n, first noticing Slash was here made her heart churn, stuck on wanted to leave and go home, or running to Slash and begging him to stay by her side the whole night. But she just followed wherever Johnny took her, feeling upset when she noticed that smug look he had on his face when he noticed Slash was here.
They ended up arguing at their table because that asshole had decided to let Suzy Grant rub herself all over him on the dance floor.
So Y/n ended up sitting by herself, with the occasional hellos from people.
Until she felt someone sit next to her “Y/n”
She almost cried hearing his voice. “Slash”
“I’m sorry for what I said” he said, looking at her side profile, studying all of her features that he dearly missed. Y/n turned to him “It’s okay, you were right, prom is lame”
And Slash felt bad, cause he saw when her and Johnny Reed argued, and he stared at her the whole time she sat alone.
“No it’s not, I just fucked it up for you” Slash said looking right into her eyes, “Yea” Y/n gave a sad chuckle, thinking about how hard she worked for prom “You really did” she finished with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/n” Slash said holding her hands in his, “it’s okay Slash”
And as the intro to wild horses by the rolling stones started, Slash got up, “Can i have this dance Y/n?” “You don’t dance Slash” she laughed, looking at him like if he was crazy. “For you, i’ll do it” and she grabbed his hand, both of them knowing that he meant more than dance.
As the two of them slow danced, Slash looked at her “I missed you Slash” she said, one arm over his neck, the other holding his hand. “I fucken missed you too Y/n” he said looking at her, and after slow dancing to half of the song, he finally gained some courage. “Y/n?” He said, suddenly feeling a deep blush in his face “yes?”
“I love you”
Y/n smiled, her heart racing because this was the first i love you, and it came from him. “I love you too Slash” she said, giving him a kiss, in which he was happy to give back.
maybe prom wasn’t lame after all.
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Guys holy shit i’m soooo sorry for not posting😭 i started school and it’s been kicking my ass. I’ll be trying to post more!!! hopefully you guys enjoyed this 💕
LMFAO also Slash look so awkward in that pic 😭
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Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something on izzy maybe i don’t know if this will make sense but he gets embarrassed during sex? you know, trying to normalise things that happen during sex that arnt spoke about (in most) of the fics i read but it’s totally cool if your not comfortable with it!💞
₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ first time nervousness
pairing: izzy stradlin x fem! reader.
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summary: accidents happen!
contains/warnings: reader and izzy's first time. fingering. slight nipple play ig. little pussy slapping. oral (f. receiving). etc.
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authors note: OKAY SO i tried my best to like execute the idea of izzy getting embarrassed and like mixing it with the fact that accidents also happen while having sex sometimes and that it doesn't have to kill the mood. I hope I did good! and uh hope y'all like it!
sexual thematics or even the simple thought of sexual relations were somewhat frightening to them, throughout their prolonged relationship they had only shared a few promiscuous touches and kisses, yet they desperately wanted to take a more intimate step in their relationship, feelings of nervousness seemed to block their ability to express their true desires.
[name] laid against the beige bedsheets, her eyes glancing down at izzy's pale hands as they trailed down up her torso carefully and gently as if she were fragile and delicate, made of glass. his right hand advanced up to her tits, cupping one of them, squeezing it rather roughly. a wince of pain parted her lips, izzy quickly removed his hand, leaning down to place soft kisses around her perked nipple. it wasn't his intent to hurt her, he just got carried away.
soft, almost desperate apologies escaped his light pink lips, it somewhat embarrassed him, he was supposed to make her feel pleasure not pain. he continued to apologize while she reassured him that everything was fine, accidents happen.
he slowly sat back up, slotting his face in between her thighs, he brought his left hand up, spreading her folds with his pointer and middle finger, dragging his tongue down her cunt. both the bridge and tip of his nose occasionally bumped into her clit whilst he began to eat her out causing her bruised and bitten red lips to part, pleading moans spilling from them.
shortly after he removed his head from the snug spot in-between her thighs, gently slapping her cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal. each and everyone of his moves were all experimental, he wanted to see what exactly felt pleasurable to her. her soft, warm fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand up towards he mouth.
[name] slowly opened her mouth, breathing heavily. she slowly began to lick and suck his long, pale fingers. he promptly slid his fingers out of her mouth, carefully trailing them down and inserting them into her, a mantra of moans spewing from her lips. he steadily pumped his fingers in a back and forth motion, speeding up his pace once in a while.
just as she was on the brink of her orgasm he pulled his fingers out, lovingly placing kisses on her lower stomach, inching closer to her inner thighs before sitting on his knees, lining up his painfully hard, pre-cum covered cock with her entrance. steadily, he slid in, causing her to tighten her grasp on the beige bedsheets, tugging on them as a loud, almost pornographic moan echoed through the bedroom.
Izzy maintained a rather calm, loving pace. he was worried about somehow hurting her again, he didn't want to hurt his precious jewel, at least not anymore. she grasped onto his forearm as his grip on her waist tightened, begging for him to go faster, harder. he skeptically obliged, fasten his pace.
the most desperate, adorable groans and whines escaped from his pink lips as he felt her warm, velvety, wet walls around him, her cunt seemed to lore him back in for more every-time he pulled out. he felt as if he was on cloud nine, he never expected these sinful acts to feel so euphoric. a keen, loud, and pleasure-filled cry whimper erupted from the back of [name]'s throat as she finally reached her awaited orgasm, it was a completely inexplicable feeling.
as he continued to thrust into her, a white, sticky ring of her orgasm appeared around the base of his cock, each time he pulled out, lines of her arousal mixed with her cum would connect them, causing lewd wet sounds to now accompanying their sounds of pleasure. with every thrust and every groan Izzy breached closer and closer to his orgasm, he soon haphazardly pulled out of her, pumping his length in-front of her face.
thick white spurts of cum ejaculated from his cock as a loud, low groan escaped his lips. he smiled, carelessly laying down next to her, catching his breath as he mumbled soft praises into her ear.
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groupiewhoreee · 1 year
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can you pleaseee write something about izzy’s girl waking him up in the middle of the night needing him (sexually)
hi! of course i could write that, thanks for the request love! <3
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You Could Be Mine
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, p in v, no condom (protect ur light saber) smut ahead, minors dni! unless you want to be traumatized go ahead.
Summary/Plot: in request by an lovely anon.
you couldn't sleep. it was like you were missing something entirely. your hand rested between ur thighs, the coldness of your hand piercing your skin, sending a shiver down ur spine. you felt something drip down ur legs. your eyes hovered down to see ur juices dripping down ur legs. you gasped, whimpering noises could be heard. your boyfriend, izzy, was sound asleep, snoring loudly like a dad. he was holding onto the pillow, before he turned and tossed and spooned you. you bit ur lip, feeling the bulge in his pants touch you thru ur shorts. you whined softly. your eyes moved to izzy.
"psst, izzy." you whispered. izzy's eyes fluttered open. "holy.. mhh, yeah?" he asked, looking over at you and rubbing his eyes. "i need you.. really bad." you said simply. "need me how?" he asked. "sexually.. i-i can't take it." you whimpered sweetly. "ah— okay," he said, moving to you. he latched his lips onto the skin of ur neck, sucking ur sweet spots and leaving purple, bruise like love bites.
he looked at you, noticing ur eyes closed shut. ur back arched only to the slightest, and you moaned softly but quietly at the tone. izzy kissed down ur neck, reaching ur collar bone. he moved his hands to the hem of ur shirt. he slid his hands underneath, trailing them up ur stomach before reaching ur exposed tits. he groped them, teasing the nipples with two of his fingers. you gasped in an instant, moaning at the touch and the friction. he smirked. he moved his hands down and out of ur shirt. he moved his hands to ur hips, before his finger tips touched the fabric of ur panties. he began to take them off. "izzy," you whined.
he slid ur panties off, taking his time with you. you squirmed. "stop squirming whore,"he said. "but, i need you izzy please," you whined. he gripped ur wrists to stop you. "just wait," he said, a growl escaped him. he teased ur soaked heat. "so wet for me." he said simply. he used two fingers to stroke in circles and stripes. he slipped two fingers inside of you. you moaned out loud, breathing heavily. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, until he pulled out. he moved to take his pants off, his boxers still on and his pants down to his ankles. he teased ur clit with his clothed dick. you moaned sweetly. he took his boxers off, they dropped to his ankles. he positioned himself at ur entrance, before burying himself inside of you.
you moaned and cried out. "izzy!" you whined. "such a slut for me," he pulled ur hair, you gasped. "so needy." he would mutter, an utter smirk peered across his lips. he pushed in and out of you, stretching ur walls. your juices dripped down ur thighs. after a bit, you came, ur legs quaking. izzy came inside of you. you felt full and ur insides felt bruised. he grabbed some wipes from the counter and cleaned you up and himself, before pulling his pants and boxers up, doing the same for you. he grabbed you, spooning you. "night, hunny." he smiled. "night babe. love you." - "love ya too."
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sabbathrose · 1 year
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• (Duff McKagan) Live at the Ritz, 1991.
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eddiiiieeee · 1 year
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My Angel ☆
Slash x reader
warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.
summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.
authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 2!!
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"Oh go fuck yourself, saul!" she yelled out as tears streamed down her face, staring back at the man she loves. she hid her face in her hands as Saul let realization hit him, he failed her again, he relapsed after promising to stay clean for the third time in their five years together. he called her names, trashed the house, told her he wished he never loved her, that he despised her. all because she had flushed his stash down the toilet, those words were the first thing she said since he started his tantrum. her sobs now filling the apartment "s-shit baby" he mumbled as he walked towards her his hands reaching up to hold her arms "don't touch me" she said flinching away from him almost instantly she finally looked up at him, with a look he couldn't even describe. y/n grabbed her car keys and purse, quickly rushing out of the apartment, leaving saul alone with his mess. she left. his brain was too drugged to comprehend going after her, he didn't know what to do, he was lucky he was even still standing with the number of drugs he's consumed. Saul rushed over to the phone connected to the wall, dialling Stevens number as he waited, till he heard a voice "steven adler speaking!" "adler, I fucking- y/n, she left and... shes gone" saul sobbed into the phone, leaving his friend very confused as Steven looked over at duff who'd been over at his house "hold on, me and duff are on our way okay?" saul nodded, letting the other hang up as he fell against the wall. he looked around the trashed apartment and noticed underneath a pile of glass, was a book. y/ns handwriting on the front of it. it was her journal, the one she always wrote in. he moved over to grab it, his fingers moving over the old leather cover of the book. he opened the book and let whatever page open, his eyes read over the words, letting himself remember how he loved her handwriting, she always said it looked like a little kid's handwriting, almost unreadable but he always read whatever she would write. he noticed the date that was written 22/9/1987. the day guns n roses performed at the ritz in new york. how can he look so pretty, so angelic without even trying, my saul, a complete angel. gosh how I love him, how I adore him, I've loved and adored him since we first met before all this, before guns n roses, back in 84. I don't regret going to Madam Wong's in East Hollywood, I remember how adorable he looked, his hair was less wild then. I remember the funky clothes he wore that night, god how I remember what I felt when he looked at me. I felt like a little girl whose crush held her hand for the first time during recess. I remember how he stumbled over his words when he came up to me afterwards, I remember how gentle his touch was, how he asked to kiss me underneath a faulty street light in California's weather, I remember every date and moment that happened after. I know saul isn't clean anymore, it hurts me knowing he could slip through my fingers at any given moment, he doesn't remember how I held him a few nights back, I could hear his breathing vividly, and I could see how the colour and life was sucked out of him, he looked almost ghost-like. he doesn't know that's why I haven't slept well in the past few nights, how could I? how could I rest knowing my angel might vanish. how I hate when he does it, but then again, how I love him. my beautiful beautiful boy, I gifted him that song and told him it described him very well. a very beautiful boy. I've dreamt of love this good, and I've got it, saul hudson will forever be the man I love. if we're together or broken up, far or close, in love or fighting, he will always be that angel that sits in my heart, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, singing my favourite songs to me, letting me run my fingers through his untamed curls. I wonder if we ever have kids and if they'll take after him, I hope they do, how I would love little version of him, with his beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous black curls, beautiful facial features, warm coloured skin.
how I love him, my sweet beautiful boy, my guardian angel. y/n l/n ♥ Saul hadn't noticed how hard he began sobbing, this was how much she loved him. and yet all he did was tell her he didn't love her at all. he pulled the leather-covered book to his chest and pull his knees to his chest. not realizing that the door had opened and revealed the mess of an apartment to his two friends. Steven's eyes quickly made their way to Saul, who was surrounded by broken glass, and wood. Duff looked around, getting an idea of what just might have gone down. they both rushed over to Slash, glass breaking underneath their steps "Hey man" Steven said as he crouched down to Slash's level "we need you to calm down alright? so you can tell us what happened and where y/n is" the smaller blonde explained as Duff rubbed Sauls back 
"get him some water, Adler" Duff said as Steven rushed to do so. it didn't take Steven long before he made his way back to them handing Saul the glass, who chugged it down rather quickly. "could you now tell us what happened?" Duff asked, Saul, keeping his gaze straight ahead "she found out I relapsed.she flushed all my shit down the drain, and I got mad at her. I yelled, I threw things, broke some more, i-i told her I didn't love her... that I would never forgive her for what she did, fuck man- I told her I hated her, despised her even" he mumbled letting out a sob towards the end "and she told me to go fuck myself, and when I tried to touch her, she moved away and told me to not touch her, and then she... she left without another word. I need her, I really really love her and I fucked up" he mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks, not caring that this had to be the first time he'd cried around the guys. 
Steven squeezed his shoulder before sighing "let's get you to bed, and then I'll clean up here and Duff can go look for y/n/n, okay?" Steven told his friend before he and Duff had helped Slash up and to his bed, the one he and y/n got up from not long ago. the minute Saul's head touched the pillow, he was out. Duff noticed y/n's journal in Saul's grip, he took it and placed it on the bedside table before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Steven grabbed a garbage bag and began cleaning up the glass "you knew. you knew he was doing drugs again and didn't say a word to her." Steven told Duff looking at him "I know, I already feel like an asshole" the man said as he sat down on the couch ..... part 2 will be up soon, I promise!! thoughts?
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14yearstradlin · 2 years
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Izzy Stradlin.
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