#slash x reader fluff

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Anything Goes

Warnings: threesome, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, betting, cussing, flirting, fighting, fluff, praise.

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a week 🫣 I’ll be better about it. I hope this sort of makes up for it 🫶🏻

You and Slash had been dating for the better part of a year and a half. Your relationship was mostly good aside from the occasional fights and arguments. You’d watch him play with Guns and he’d come in to watch you sell vinyls at the record store you worked at. It was an easy enough relationship. That was until he went on tour. You went to see him as much as you could but it was difficult. Well you pulled some strings and you were able to go on tour with them for a month.

You were mostly used to getting hit on by the guys. It happened nearly every time you walked into a room, but living with them? Well that changed everything. Slash went from thinking it was funny and being proud to have a girlfriend all his bandmates wanted to being annoyed with their constant flirting and sexual comments. Right now you were sitting cross-legged on the couch of the tour bus reading a book while you waited for the guys to return with food.

Slash pushed onto the bus with a huff. When he saw you though he smiled and handed you a box of food.

“Thank you,” you said setting down your book and grabbing the food.

“Of course,” slashed exhaled and kissed your cheek.

You opened your food and Axl pushed onto the bus. Slash looked over at him angrily.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” Axl said to Slash rolling his eyes.

“Fuck off, Axl,” Slash said back.

“You’re being such a fucking prick,” Axl spat out harshly.

“Yeah? Well you’re a fucking asshole. Find your own fucking girlfriend,” Slash stood up as he spoke.

“Oh I have no problem doing that,” Axl smirked.

“Then stop trying to fuck mine,” Slash nearly yelled. You choked on a french fry.

“You’re just afraid you’ll lose,” Axl smiled.

“Lose what?” You asked looking between them.

“Am not,” Slash quickly said back to Axl.

“No you so are. You’re afraid I’ll win and then what would you do?” Axl taunted as he stepped closer to Slash.

“Win what?” You asked standing up. Slash paused for a second.

“Nothing,” Slash said with a sigh.

“I bet him that I would make you scream louder if he gave me the chance,” Axl smirked. Slash paused and rolled his eyes.

“Dude seriously? Fuck. Off.” Slash sneered.

“Let’s ask the lady what she wants,” Axl said with a smile as he looked at you.

“I’m staying out of this,” you said putting your hands up defensively.

“1000 bucks says I’ll win,” Axl challenged Slash. Slash looked at him anger lacing his face.

“Dude…” Slash trailed off for a second, “fine but if I win you need to stop trying to fuck her.”

Axl smirked, “Deal.”

Slash looked at you, “are you sure you’re fine with this?”

You just nodded, “fuck it.”

Slash smiled gently and lead you back to the room. There was a bed but the room on the bus was mainly used as a rehearsal space. You guys walked in and Slash locked the door.

“I go first,” Axl said with a smile. Slash rolled his eyes. Axl walked up to you and gently cupped your cheek. The assertive, hard shell that seemed to cover Axl faded for just a second, “just relax okay? If anything hurts tell me.”

“Okay,” you smiled back at him. He gently kissed you. You had to admit, Axl was an absolutely amazing kisser. You kissed him back. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You pulled his over his head. His eyes trailed down your chest taking in every curve.

“God you’re beautiful,” Axl whispered before gently leaning you back on the bed. He started to kiss down your neck and chest. He unclasped your bra and discarded it. His mouth carefully licked and kissed over your nipples earning a soft moan from your mouth. Axl smiled as he continued down your torso.

Axl got to your pants and he carefully pulled the sweats from your body taking your underwear with them. You were already wet. He kissed the inside of your thigh, gently kissing down until he got to your core, “is this okay?”

His breath was hot against your folds. You nodded frantically and he smiled before gently running his tongue through your folds. You groaned out loudly, earning a smile from Axl. He was sure he would win. You gripped the sheets and he ate you passionately but still gently. Slash watched and then smirked.

You looked over to Slash and he took a step toward you. He grabbed your boob and kissed you. You groaned into Slash’s kiss as he let his fingers gently tease your nipples. At the same moment Axl’s tongue swiped across your clit. A loud moan fell from your mouth and your back arched. Axl groaned against you sending vibrations through your body. Your hips bucked against Axl’s face. He gripped your waist tighter as he ferociously ate you. His tongue moved quickly earning gasps and moans to fall from your lips. Slash kissed down your neck still teasing your nipples. Your body shook and you came loudly. Axl smiled as he licked up your folds.

“Fuck off, Hudson” Axl mumbled as he finished licking you clean. Slash rolled his eyes and took a step back. Axl pulled himself over you and lifted your leg onto his shoulder.

“Let me know if this hurts,” Axl said gently. He pushed two fingers into you earring a groan. He pushed in deep and curled flicking over your sensitive spot. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails in.

“Fuck…” you breathed out. Axl smiled. He pumped his hand a few times.

“Is this okay?” Axl asked with a smile. You nodded and bit your lip.

“It’s amazing,” you whispered. Axl smiled and kept pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful. It’s amazing,” Axl whispered. He took his free hand and carefully pulled himself from his pants.

You groaned when you saw him. You could feel the wetness grow between your legs. Axl could feel it too which made him groan. He carefully pulled his hand from you and lined up with your entrance before he pushed into you. The way you were angled meant he could hit nearly every corner of your walls. Loud moans fell from your mouth as he moved.

“That’s it,” Axl whispered, “Beautiful.”

Axl rammed into you hitting every spot. You groaned out and gripped the sheets. Slash leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you’re beautiful. That’s my baby.”

You looked at him and bit your lip. He connected your lips quickly. Your hands found his hair and quickly tangled in his curls. He smiled as you kissed him. Axl’s hips moved against you quickly and roughly causing loud moans to leave your lips into the kiss. Axl smiled and his body began to tremble as he moved against you. Axl groaned and he pushed into you deeper moving quicker. Your body arched and you groaned loudly as you came. Axl groaned as he finished.

Axl smiled and pulled away, “Beat that.”

Slash smiled, “she moans louder for me every day. Watch and learn.”

Slash stepped up to you and flipped you onto your stomach. You let out a breath. Slash leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You okay, my love?”

You nodded breathlessly and angled your hips for him. Slash smiled and pressed kisses down your spine. Goosebumps were left in with each kiss. He then rammed into you immediately hitting your sensitive spot and you groaned out in pleasure. Slash smiled and kept rocking his hips perfectly hitting every angle. You gripped the sheets tightly and moaned loudly.

“God…slash….” You moaned out. Slash slapped your ass.

“That’s it, baby. God you’re fucking perfect,” Slash said his tone filled with desire. He thrust into you every movement feeling better than the last. Long loud moans fell from your mouth.

“God you’re beautiful. I love you,” Slash groaned out. Your moans became high pitched.

“God…slash…I love you…” you groaned loudly. You felt him twitch and your body started to tremble. He moved deeper and more methodically hitting every spot perfectly. You came undone beneath him. His body began to move sloppily as he helped you ride your high before loudly releasing all over your back.

You both sat there breathless as you tried to gain your composure. Sweat covered your bodies.

“You win,” Axl groaned out. He set $1000 on the bed before walking out. Slash breathlessly laughed. You chuckled and pulled away from him and laid down on the bed. Slash collapsed next to you and put his hand on your face.

“I’ve never met anyone as beautiful and perfect as you,” Slash said wish a smile as he gently brushed your hair from your face. You placed your hand on his arm.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed out. Slash smiled.

“Only because I’m so in love with you,” Slash laughed, “just had to prove it.”

You chuckled, “I love you too.”

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write a slash fic where reader is usually all sunshine and rainbows, but her facade begins to crack and he realizes just how bad her depression is so he comfort her and just helps her do the little things like basic hygiene? <3

A/n: Love this request, loved writing it, I don't know what you're going through right now but I hope you feel better soon, I can't really do anything as a stranger over the internet but I hope this can help you feel a little better lol <3

Warnings: Angst, depression, that's all I think it's just a lot of fluff, Slash and reader have a shower together but it's not sexual.

You tried your best not to let others know you were suffering, you didn’t want them to be burdened with your own struggles so you kept it quiet. Of course your bandmates knew you weren’t ok, they tried to help you when they could but they had their own things going on.

Last summer your band opened on a short tour for Guns N’ Roses, one of your personal favourite bands. While you were with them you got pretty close to their lead guitarist, Saul Hudson, though everyone just called him Slash. Even so, you enjoyed the nickname Sauly instead, it was cute and annoyed him so it was perfect.

When you got back from the tour you realised you didn’t actually live all too far from animal lover, this led to you visiting him whenever you felt. Slash didn’t mind one bit, you guys would just sit together in a comfortable silence and it was great. You’d watch movies together, you’d cook for his incompetent ass more than you’d like to admit. You two were happy with your little arrangement.

However, this was all just a distraction from what was going on within your band. You weren’t entirely sure what happened since it didn’t directly involve you but you knew your bandmates were arguing an awful lot. Everyone within and surrounding the band knew you guys were about to break up, it was inevitable at this point. You knew, your friends knew, Slash knew.

All of the fights, disagreements and nosy people wanting the freshest gossip was detrimental for your mental health and you stopped visiting Saul. It started out as coming by every day, then every other day, then once a week if you were lucky until you just stopped coming by all together. You hadn’t left your house in almost a month, you’d barely gotten off the couch even with the only exceptions being to go to the bathroom or get more snacks from the kitchen. Quite frankly, you were running out of food that hadn’t spoiled.

Your doorbell rang and waited for whoever it was to leave. Instead of letting them walk away your house was filled with the doorbell ringing repeatedly and loud banging on the door. You could’ve sworn your whole house was shaking.

When the noise persisted you got up, taking your blankets with you, and answered the door. Slash stood before you looking completely panicked. His eyes were wide and he sported a small pout. When he registered that you had opened the door and were now in front of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

“I thought you fucking died.” He mumbled, shoving his face into your hair and kissing the top of your head. He pulled away enough to look you up and down, taking in your deteriorating state. The bags under your eyes, your slowly hollowing cheeks. Matted hair and dry lips. You were a corpse. “Did you die?” He asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

You turned and walked back to your couch, flopping over and curling in on yourself. Slash watched as you did this, standing idly at your front door.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, now taking in the state of your house. It wasn’t a mess but you didn’t clean so everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. “Fucking Christ.” Slash muttered. He came over and crouched beside you on the couch. “Are you ok?” He asked, tucking a few wiry strands of your hair behind your ear.

“Go away.” You mumbled, hiding yourself further under your blankets.

“Fuck that, answer me, are you ok?” He repeated in a sterner tone. You didn’t respond. Saul took a deep breath and glanced around the room, thinking through his options. “Ok, um... ok, how about we start with a shower?” You shook your head. “It’s ok, I’ll be right there with you.” He gave you a moment before he stood up. “Come on, let’s go have a shower.” He waited another moment before he took you into his arms and pulled you up, holding you to keep you standing.

Slash walked you to your bathroom. He let you lean against the counter while he turned the water on, getting it to the right temperature. When he turned around you were curled up on the ground. He sat down with you and held you to his side. “You need to stand.” He said, his voice soft. “Please, can you stand for me?” He nuzzled his face against yours.

Again he waited a moment for you. Slash stood and walked out of the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a change of clothes for you. Something comfortable that you could wear out of the house. He set the stack of clothes on the counter and crouched in front of you. “I’ll get in with you, I’ll help you get cleaned up and stuff and then we can go out.” He explained to you how he wanted the day to go.

“I-I don’t want to.” You said, your voice no louder than a whisper. Slash rolled his eyes.

“Want to or not, you're doing it.” He took the blanket off of you with minimal effort, you didn’t have the energy to keep hold of it so it practically just slid off when he reached for it. Saul picked you up like a cat, holding you under your arms. “Lean on me, would you?” You did just that, lazily wrapping your arms around him and leaning on him, your head resting on his shoulder.

Slash helped you out of your clothes. You tried to help but not hard, part of you was still hoping that he would just give up on this and let you go back to your couch. He didn’t.

Once you were ready to get in the shower he stripped and got in. He held the curtain open, waiting for you to come in with him. “It’s just water.” He stated, looking up at the shower head. You stood there a moment longer before stepping in. Slash held you from behind for support.

You got used to the warm water hitting your skin. Slash started lathering you with soap, being careful around your more sensitive parts to make this more comfortable for you. When he started washing your hair he’d scratch your scalp and massage the shampoo and then conditioner into your hair. He made sure to be careful when washing it out of your hair, not wanting to get anything in your eyes.

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked, leaning down to your ear. You shook your head.

“A few more minutes.” Slash chuckled but happily stayed in the shower with you. Still holding you close he rocked you from side to side, kissing your cheek occasionally. You knew you had to get out of the shower eventually but you just wanted to stay here with him. “Thank you.” You mumbled, holding his hands as they rested on your stomach.

“It’s my job to take care of you.” He said.

“It’s not though, you didn’t have to come by.” You told him.

“Bullshit, you’re fucking mine and I take care of my things.”

[demon-lover-669]

Slasher: *growling at Y/n while their cleaning*

Y/n: No! I don’t know if she misses you!

Slasher: *small growl*

Y/n: YOU BIT OFF HER LEG SO MY GUESS IS NO!

[unknownperson246]

Rockstar fanfic Master List:

Guns N’ Roses:

1st Master list for Guns N’ Roses

2nd master list for Guns N’ Roses

3rd master list for Guns N’ Roses

Motley Crue:

1st Master list for Motley Crue 2nd master list for Motley Crue

3rd master list for Motley Crue

ac/dc:

1st Master list for AC/DC

Led Zeppelin:

1st master list for Led Zeppelin

[groupiewhoreee]

Thinking about fluffy Izzy, maybe a fic where he asks you to marry him?:)

Fallen Angel

pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff :)

summary: in request by a lovely anon <3

It was a lovely, warm, and early morning. At a "Private" beach in Los Angeles, California. The sun beat down on the members of Guns N Roses. Izzy thought it would be a good idea to take time off at a private beach, just for fun. Little did you know, he was going to ask you to marry him, but you had no idea. Duff McKagan and Steven Adler were in the water, splashing together and tossing a beach ball across to each other, while it would soon deflate. Axl and Slash were sitting on the beach chairs, drinking alcohol, and then you and Izzy were making a sand castle together on the beach. You had a clump full of sand in your hand, and your tossed it onto the sand castle. Izzy was trying to make shapes in the sand to give the castle designs. "Maybe we could add like hearts in the castle?" You suggested. Izzy shrugged, "Whatever you want baby. I feel like a kid again," Izzy chuckled lightheartedly, now carving hearts in the castle with a stick he originally stepped on. "Wanna go in the water now? Get the sand off?" Izzy offered. You nodded, "Sure, Honey." You agreed. You got up, and Izzy took your hand and ran with you to the water, splashing in it. Izzy couldn't help but smile at you. Steven and Duff looked over at you, "Aw, look, the two love-birds," Duff teased. Izzy rolled his eyes at him. Steven tossed the ball at you, and you caught it, a light laugh leaving your mouth. You threw the ball back at him, and Steven passed it to Duff. Izzy swam towards you and left a kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, Y/N. Your so beautiful." He smiled to you, and you kissed him back. "Aw, thank you babe. I love you so much, too. Your very handsome, I couldn't ever choose someone else over you," You giggled. "You want to go back to shore?" Izzy asked. You nodded and swam back to shore with him, well, more like walking. Izzy held your hand and took you over to the side, but he grabbed something out of his bag, and hid it from you. You smiled at him, but you noticed him get down on one knee.

"Izzy? Wh-" You asked, and he cut you off. "-Y/N, I don't know how to ask this, but will you- will you marry me?" Izzy asked nervously. You gasped, your hands flew on over your mouth. You couldn't help but cry, "Yes, Yes- oh my god, yes! I'll marry you!" You cried out. Izzy smiled and you took one of ur hands away and held it out. Izzy placed the beautiful, diamond ring (of your choice) on your finger. Your lips curled up into an eager smile, and Izzy went and picked you up into a hug, and swung you into a twirl around. "I love you so much, Y/N." He smiled happily, and put you down, his hands trailed to your hips, resting his hands there. "I love you so much too, Izzy." You said, a happy tear streaming down your cheek.

[bella-goths-wife]

Kinktober day 7- uniform kink

Bo Sinclair x cop reader

Warnings: uniform kink, sex on the hood of a car, vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation, small bit of yandere, handcuff use, dub-con vibes

Content: Bo tries to distract you from the truth, by any means possible

It was meant to be routine check of Ambrose to make sure that no kids had vandalised the town or turned it into a crack den.

So they sent you, a small town rookie cop with big dreams, to the lost town. But they failed to mention the Sinclair brothers, specifically the perverted twin who seemed to have a thing for girls in uniforms.

Your police station was ran by an old perverted misogynistic sherif who enforced that female officers must wear a shorts version of your usual police uniform. Making you wear what you would consider quite a slutty uniform.

By the time you reached Ambrose after getting the wrong directions twice, it was dark and you pulled up your cop car on the side of the road.

You didn’t expect to meet the charming devil Bo Sinclair, nor did you expect to be bent over your cop car with him standing behind you with his hips thrusting against yours.

“Such a fuckin’ slut” bo groans out as he bullies his thick cock into your eagerly wet entrance “prancin’ round in this fucking uniform, looking at me like that”

You whine as your cheek rubs against the cold car bonnet. Your hands were bonded together with your handcuffs so no matter how much you pulled, you were at his mercy.

“You look fuckin’ good though baby” bo says through a dark chuckle as his hands grip your hips, forcing you to take his Cock deeper to the point it kissed your cervix pleasurably “like my personal wet dream”

“Fuck, Bo” you moan out as you move your hips against his, desperate for some friction on your neglected clit “please, fuck me harder”

“Got the fuckin’ cops drooling over my cock” he says with a cruel laugh as his hand snakes it’s way around your waste to furiously rub on your throbbing clit with his eager digits

You cry out as your hips thrust back and drool goes down you chin. The feeling of his Cock hitting that special spot inside you that no man had ever reached before was addicting, this man could ask you to be his personal cum dump and you wouldn’t even protest you’d just get to your knees and open your mouth.

“Gonna cum slut?” Bo asks curiously, slightly out of breath as the pleasurable feeling of you wrapped around him almost becomes too much “I can feel your clit twitchin’ like a fuckin’ rabbits nose”

You tighten around him at his words as arousal courses through your entire body. He lets out a growl at your body’s reaction and his hip thrusting increases to what feels like an inhuman pace.

Just as your about to cum, the thrusting knocks the car and knocks the siren to the floor and causing the siren to go off. The lights blinded you and the siren drowned out your pleasurable screams.

Bo took a look at where the two of you connected and saw a milky ring around the base of his Cock. He threw back his head as he moaned before he released inside you. His hot seed filled your womb deliciously before he pulled out and it dripped down your thighs.

“Think I might have to keep you” Bo said with a laugh as he holds your body closer to his.

You fail to hear him over the loud siren, so you just stand there wondering why he hadn’t undone the handcuffs yet.

^bo took this seriously

I know I’m a day behind I’m sorry 😭

[use-your-delusion]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's something no father could be proud of.

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

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

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

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

"Y/n!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2:39 AM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would you be sorry, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, mouth dry. "Medicine cabinet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could feel him still.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost snorted. "What for?"

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

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

"That's not all."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled, unsure of what to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[duffslut]

Don't touch my hair!

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 292

Warnings: Fluff!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lalarambles]

pairing: saul “slash” hudson x F!reader

desc: reader finds out shes pregnant

warnings: smut below the cut, breeding kink, pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, use of Y/N (only once i promise) // lmk if i missed any pls

The sunlight streamed through the gap between the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Slash, the infamous guitarist of Guns N Roses, lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling slowly as he slept. His dark hair fanned out around his head like a black halo, his features chiseled perfection even in repose. Beside him, the sheets were tangled and rumpled, a testament to the passionate lovemaking that had occurred just hours earlier.

He stirred slightly, muttering something unintelligible before rolling onto his side and tucking one arm under his pillow. The familiar scent of him - a mix of sweat, musk, and cigarettes - enveloped her as she padded across the room. Her bare feet were cold against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the dresser to retrieve a fresh pair of underwear.

The apartment was small but cozy, with a well-stocked kitchen, a spacious living room, and a small, but comfortable bedroom. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could escape the chaos of the world and just be together. Now, as she took in the familiar surroundings, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. It seemed like only yesterday that they had moved in together.

She glanced over at Slash, still asleep, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. He looked so peaceful when he slept, his features softened, his expression free of the burdens that he carried during the day. It was easy to forget just how hard he worked, how demanding the fans and the media could be. Being with him was like having a piece of the rockstar life without all the trappings.

She made her way to the bathroom, her stomach churning uncomfortably. She hadn't felt quite right for the past few days, but she had chalked it up to stress and their busy schedules. As she stood in front of the toilet, her knees weak and her throat tight, she didn't bother being gentle. She threw up, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as the bitter taste left her mouth.

Catching her breath, she walked back over to the dresser and retrieved a pregnancy test from where she had hidden it weeks ago…. suspecting something. She fumbled with the wrapper, her fingers trembling as she carefully followed the instructions. The minutes seemed to drag on as she waited for the results, her heart pounding in her chest.

Finally, she saw the two lines appear on the little plastic stick. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the test in disbelief. It was impossible; they had been so careful. They had been together for two years now, and she had never missed a period before. But here it was, staring her right in the face: she was pregnant.

She didn't know what to do. A million thoughts raced through her head as she struggled to process the news. How would she tell Slash? What would he say? Would he be happy? Would he want to keep the baby? They never really talked about it… Her heart ached at the thought of losing him, of not being able to share this moment with him.

He stirred in the bed, mumbling something incoherent before rolling onto his side. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to wake him. She knew she had to tell him, but she wasn't ready for the conversation yet. She wanted to have more time to think, to prepare herself.

The sound of the toilet flushing down the hall finally jolted him awake. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and glanced around the room. When he saw her standing by the dresser, he frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice still groggy.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. "I...I think I might be pregnant," she managed to say, her voice barely audible. Her hands were trembling as she clutched at the edge of the dresser.

Slash's expression instantly went from confusion to shock. He stood up, walking over to her and taking the test into his hand. He stared at her, then back down at the pregnancy test in his hand. His throat felt tight, his heart racing. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Slash's heart leapt with joy as he took in her trembling form, her hesitant words. "Of course I'm sure," she said, her voice wavering. He couldn't help but grin, a mix of disbelief and absolute elation washing over him. "This changes everything," he breathed, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. "We're going to be parents."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of wonder. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're sure you want this?"

Slash's heart skipped a beat as he took another step closer to her. His hands reached out, cupping her face gently. "More than anything," he breathed, leaning in to press his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but quickly deepened as their desire overtook them.

She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel the heat rising between them, the hunger that had been building inside him for so long finally being released. He slid a hand down her back, pulling her against him as they moved together, lost in the moment.

Their clothes seemed to melt away, leaving them both naked and exposed. He ran his hands over her body, memorizing every inch of her, while she explored him with equal eagerness. The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, and the sound of their breathing filled the room.

"I want you," she whispered, arching her back as he teased her nipple with his tongue. "I want to feel you inside me."

Slash groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin. "You have no idea how much I want that too," he said, picking her up and gently placing you onto the bed, slipping a finger inside her. She was wet and ready, and after a few minutes he replaced his fingers with his leaking cock. as he began to move, she let out a moan that seemed to fill the room.

Their lovemaking was urgent, passionate. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back to meet his movements. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard thudding against the wall.

He groaned, the sound vibrating against her neck. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I love how tight you are around me."

She arched her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Then don't stop," she panted. "Don't ever stop." Her hips began to move in rhythm with his, their bodies in perfect harmony as they lost themselves in the sensation.

Slash groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin. "I could stay like this forever," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He thrust deeper, harder, each movement sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal eagerness. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and desire, and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. She could feel the tension building inside her, a familiar tightening that meant she was close.

"Oh god," she moaned, her body tensing as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed through her, and he followed her over the edge, his release filling her.

They collapsed together on the bed, panting and sweaty. After a moment, Slash rolled off her, their sweaty skin sticking together.

He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her. "You're absolutely beautiful," he murmured, tracing a finger along her jawline.

She smiled up at him, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "And you're not just saying that because we just had sex?" she teased.

He laughed, a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "No," he said seriously. "I mean it. You are breathtakingly gorgeous." He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. "And I couldn't be happier that you're going to be the mother of my child."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I feel the same way," she whispered. "I love you, Slash."

He smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, Y/N." And as they lay there together, tangled in the sheets, the future stretching out before them brighter than ever, they both knew that they were in this together, no matter what challenges might lie ahead.

lmk if you enjoyed this in the comments (pls don’t be shy i don’t bite), i apologise if you detect any mistakes, english is not my first language also i think the amount of fanfics featuring breeding kink and slash is criminally low so i decided to write this 🤷🏽‍♀️

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[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Can you do one with slash being a bully but the reader is also a kind of bully (smut)!!

A: I took this in a slightly different direction, but I tried to make sure they were both mean lol! I hope this is okay 🫶🏻

Warnings: fighting, mention of cheating, slash x fem!, drunkness/drinking, cussing, degradation, smut, oral (male receiving), face fucking? Sort of, rough sex

“You’re a fucking loser,” you said as you slammed the door to your shared apartment with Slash. You had both just gotten back from a party.

“Oh shut the fuck up already. All you do is fucking bitch and moan,” Slash spat back as he pulled his jacket off.

“One night. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself for one fucking night?” You started to yell. Slash looked at you anger pooling in his eyes.

“I didn’t fucking do anything! Why are you being a crazy fucking bitch?” Slash yelled back.

“I’m being crazy? You’re the one who had your hands all over that pornstar at the party!” You yelled. Shock laced your voice, “are you fucking dumb? Seriously, do I need to spell it out for you?”

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t kiss her or grab her tits. I put my hand on her fucking waist,” Slash scoffed. He poured himself another drink. We were both already intoxicated which wasn’t helping with his conversation.

“No but you have before and you fucking know it. You’re a fucking asshole Slash,” You said crossing your arms.

“So we’re back on that? Why are you fucking still with me if you keep bringing it up?” Slash yelled.

“Why the fuck do you keep doing stupid shit if you don’t want me to bring it up? You act like you’re a fucking saint when all you are is a fucking drunk loser who can’t keep it in his pants,” You yelled.

“It was one fucking time. One time! This is fucking ridiculous,” Slash groaned and took a sip of his whiskey.

“One time is too many times dumbfuck,” you yelled at him.

“So the fuck what? You going to break up with me?” Slash asked, coldness laced his voice.

“Is that what you want?” You asked. You walked into the bedroom and started packing a bag, “you know what. Never mind yeah. We can be over. Go fuck your pornstar.”

“No that’s not what I want. Stop,” Slash said setting his glass down and putting his hand on yours, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched her.”

“You’re a fucking loser,” you said again. Slash chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah well you’re a bitch,” Slash responded. He cupped your face and quickly collided his lips with yours.

You melted into his touch and kissed him back quickly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his shoulders. He picked you up and laid you back on the bed, “you gonna be a good whore?”

You nodded quickly and he pulled his pants off gently stroking his half-hard length. You pulled off your shirt and he climbed onto the bed. He gently tapped his tip on your cheek. You could feel the precum coat your cheek before you took him in your mouth.

“Fuck…” Slash moaned out as you took him in your mouth and started to move your tongue along his tip. His hips slowly started to rock against your mouth as you moved. You grabbed his hips and quickly swirled your tongue against his tip.

“Fuck…yes…that’s a good fucking whore,” Slash moaned out. He grabbed your hair as you moved against his length. His head fell back and long moans fell from his mouth. His hips still gently rocking against your mouth. You moaned which sent vibrations through him. He gripped your hair tighter.

“Fucking shit,” Slash groaned. He pulled out of your mouth and quickly went to your pants and slid them off. He quickly rocked into you.

“Fuck…Slash,” you moaned loudly. He smiled.

“That’s it. Be a good girl. Say my name,” Slash groaned as he moved roughly against you. He rammed into you each thrust feeling better than the last.

“Slash…oh my god,” you moaned loudly. He grabbed your hips tightly and rammed into you roughly.

“Fucking bitch,” Slash grunted as he rammed into you over and over again.

“Slash…yes…” you moaned loudly. He moved his hips harder and faster. Your nails dragged down his back.

“God you’re fucking beautiful,” Slash moaned out.

“Slash…I’m close…” you moaned loudly. He rammed into you several more times and you came undone beneath him. Your nails dug into his back and he moaned loudly as he finished. He laid down next to you draping an arm over your waist.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said as you tried to catch your breath.

“Yeah I know,” Slash chuckled breathlessly and kissed your temple.

[aishnico]

I'm thinkinggggg....maybe something angsty to fluffy with Slash?

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

» summary: you were tired of your boyfriend’s drug habit, so one night you asked him to choose between you and his habit. when he left you without an answer, you went to let all these things out of your head.

» word count: 2.1k

» warnings: angst to fluff, alcohol, described drug use, grammar issues

another glass has broken with your heart. you couldn't fix the glass once it's broken but the heart could. countless apologies, excuses, and promises would fix your heart, but not properly.

but you were sure this time, it surely broke and couldn't be fixed.

you looked at the floor. vodka was spreading through it, so your tears across your cheeks.

he turned his back against you. leaned his arms over the table. "don't... don't ever tell me what to do. you are supposed to be my girlfriend, not my mom, damn it!" he then rushed over to you. you weren't scared of him. you knew he would never hit you. but you were scared what was he going to say next.

"it's not my fault that you can't make me feel better than this shit!" he showed you a little pack of white dust. you felt helpless. you would hide his drugs away from him. and he was that addicted to find them no matter where they were. you would do this because you cared about him, and didn't want to see him killing himself over and over.

you wiped your tears and stood up. "i don't want to see you killing yourself anymore. you're not only killing yourself, you're also killing me! don't you care about me?!"

"bullshit, you're not dying. you're well enough to argue with me!"

"don't dodge the question, do you care about me?! do you want me to be happy?!" you were yelling at him and your voice got weaker. he was silent, looking at the floor. you gulped and approached him.

"i'm going to ask this you once again. you would always change the topic but this time you don't have a choice but to make a decision. drugs, or me?" you asked. looking at his big, brown eyes sincerely.

he looked at you. he wanted to say something, you felt it. or maybe you were wrong. he didn't say anything and went to the bedroom. you were standing not knowing how to react or what to do.

you wanted to swear to him, telling the most painful words to him. but at the same time, you wanted to talk with him again. trying to convince him to get clean for the nth time. you didn't care how much this was going to take. you just wanted to be happy with him.

but guess he chose to be happy just alone.

you left the home and went to the busy streets of los angeles, trying to find an empty cab. after minutes, you found and entered inside. you told the driver the name of the bar where you would often hang out with guys. you wish one of them was there.

and of course there was the indispencable axl! he greeted you nicely but his smile dropped when he saw your heartbroken face. "sugar, what happened?!"

you didn't answer him, just sat next to him and buried your head in your hands. he patted your back. "is it slash again?" you raised your head and looked at him.

"i asked him to choose between me or drugs, he didn't even answer me! i don't know how many times i tried to get him to the rehab, how many times i hid them from him. he just... *sob* can't give up on his first love. i'm nothing to him."

"that's not true, you mean a lot to him. i can't even imagine how he would be like without you."

you sobbed and buried your face again. "do you want a drink? i want a drink. i'm going to buy us drinks!" he went to the bartender. after a couple of seconds, he was walking through your direction but stopped once he saw a beautiful chick. he then gave her your drink. fucking carrot... you thought and stood up from your seat.

you were walking across the people, trying to forget things at least for tonight. and you stopped once you saw a couple of guys snorting cocaine. they smiled at you. "wanna join?" you didn't answer but sat next to them. maybe you could befriend them and let all these things out of your head. but you weren't talking with them unless one of them approached you.

"what's bothering you? we don't want to see people in deep thoughts around us. just forget them. let them go even for just one night." he probably understood that you've never done this before.

he rolled up a small piece of paper into a straw. there was already a big amount of cocaine on the table. he grabbed his razor blade, chopped it, and made a short line of it. he looked at you.

"wanna try? if you don't, then i will." you sighed and wondered how is the feeling this thing gives to your boyfriend or your friends. you then took the roll of paper from him and quickly snorted the line.

you gasped loudly and pulled your head backwards. after a couple of minutes, you felt yourself hot, your palms were sweating and your heart was beating like crazy. the guy beside you laughed at you.

"how does it feel?"

"i... i d-don't know, i feel anxious, i g-guess?" you stuttered. he rubbed your back. "then you should snort again, you will start to feel happy. trust me."

you felt unsure but remembered the times when slash would come home to you happily. he would cling to you and refuse to let you go for a while. he would be so lovey-dovey with you. his current mood would also make you cheerful. but then you realized it's not because he saw you again after an exhausting day, he was because of this shit. you wondered if you could be cheerful like him at the moment.

so you nodded and he chopped again and made you a roll. you took a deep breath and snorted all of it. your head became more fuzzy but a couple of minutes later you felt cheerful and excited. you chuckled at yourself and stood up while staggering.

"now i get it," you grinned and winked at him. then you started to go to the dance floor. you were staggering but you didn't care. you were walking between people and saying them good morning! while smiling. they looked at you strangely.

when you approached the dance floor you started to move slowly, and accommodating to the song. after a couple of seconds, you were dancing like crazy, not minding to look cringe. everybody here was like you, after all.

the guy who helped you to snort stopped behind you. when you turned your head to him you smiled.

"i was looking for you, wanna dance together?" you closed your eyes and shook your head to him. then turn your back against him again. you suddenly felt a pair of hands around your waist.

"now, now. don't be like that. you look so precious and funny right now. let me enjoy your company for a while." his face now was behind your ear. he whispered "maybe we can bring this to another place..." you then turned to him and knitted your eyebrows. "i thought i said no?" you left him there and started to look for axl.

your body temperature was increasing, and so was your heartbeat. you started to struggle more, you knew you looked pathetically and never wanted to do it again. even if your little happiness lasted a couple of minutes.

"axl... axl wh-where are yhou? call shlash..." you couldn't even speak properly. your legs started to shake. you found the door and exited the bar. you were walking to the road. eyes searching for your boyfriend. maybe he was worried about you so he came here to look for you?

“shl-soul, are yhou h-here?" you were squinting, trying to figure out which car was your boyfriend's. and before you realize it, you were hit by something massive.

you woke up with loud noises. you grimaced because fluorescent light was dazzling your eyes. you slowly blinked and turned your gaze to where the sounds were coming from. you saw axl and slash, arguing about something.

"how could you let her snort?! why didn't you stay by her side?!"

"she's not a child, especially not mine! she can make her decisions now, you know!"

you saw slash sit on the couch in front of you. he buried his face in his hands. axl sighed and left the room. when he did, you heard sounds of crying and sobs.

"how could i let this happen..?" he sounded helpless. it made your heart clench. when either of you would cry, the other one would join after. it was mutual. so tears were leaking from your eyes now. he raised his messed up face and looked at you, eyes widened at realization.

"sweetheart, you're awake!" he cheered but his voice was broken. you didn't say anything. he grabbed your hand and placed it on his, caressing gently. "how do you feel?" he asked.

you just shrugged. "i don't know, my legs hurt." he shut his eyes and gulped. "i... i am sorry, for not being there with you." his voice sounded shaking. you wanted to ask him if that was all he wanted to apologize for, but before you opened your mouth, he continued.

"not only for this. i am sorry for not listening to you, even though you only cared about my well-being. sorry for making you cry and feel heartbroken. you never deserved this, never. and i don't deserve your concern.

when you asked me to choose between you and drugs, i went to the bedroom only to think about that. i didn't choose them over you. i could never choose something over you. you're my priority, my everything. i never want something bad to happen to you. i could never get over this." he finished and kissed your hand carefully.

you sighed. "oh slash, i don't even know how many times we talked about this. same thing happens every time..." he looked at you with his big pretty brown eyes. "i swear this is the last time, we'll never talk about this. i swear. i don't want to make you miserable anymore. you deserve nothing but happiness. and i'm more willing to give you that."

you raised your head and looked at the ceiling, sighed again. "did that accident have to happen for you to say these?"

he straightened up. "don't tell me you did this on purpose..." his voice sounded nervous. you shook your head. "of course i didn't, i just always wondered how this shit makes you happy but i'm not, so i wanted to try it once."

"pretty, you know this shit is nothing compared to you. i was mad at you for you hiding it, but that's not an excuse for to me say those untrue things to you."

you smiled at yourself, wondering if axl or duff talked to him about this. finally, you gave up on yourself.

"i love you so much, slash. and i guess we both understood how is to lose almost someone."

"i love you too, sweetheart. more than everything. and yeah, you're right. i don't want one of us to experience this feeling again. " he smiled sincerely at you.

you tried to move your body aside and patted to empty space. he looked at you worringly. "are you sure, doll? i don't want to hurt or crush you." you just chuckled and opened your arms to him. he hesitated but climbed to the bed. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. the kiss was sensual and full of love. you missed his plump and soft lips on yours, on every part of your body.

you then run your fingers through his dark curly hair. you loved playing with them carefully. he doesn't like it when it hurts.

you wanted to deepen the kiss because you missed him so much. you don't remember when you two kissed like this last time. but he pulled out looking at you breathlessly, then lay beside you.

"after we go home, i'm gonna search and then register myself on a program. this time i'm gonna complete it, i swear." he grabbed your hand and pressed a wet kiss on it. then did the same thing to your cheek. "slash!" you whined but he knew you actually liked it.

you were lying on his chest while he was caressing your waist. you've felt peaceful. and felt like your eyes would shut soon. he noticed it and planted a wet kiss on your forehead. you giggled.

"i love you." he said while sincerely looking at you. you smiled and snuggled to him. "i love you too, my big crybaby."

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

The not so Princely Prince Charming

A/n: @d3vilstower thank you sm for requesting this, this was such a good idea and I hope I was able to write it in a satisfying way!

Warnings: Angst, yelling, smoking, smut, fingering(f receiving), oral(f receiving), creampie, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You met Slash in high school. He was an introvert, always keeping to himself at the back of the class, though he was also a trouble maker. He’d fall asleep in class, his grades were dogshit and he respected pretty much no one and only had a few friends he barely hung around. Yet you saw something so indescribably perfect about him.

Since you were known as a good kid, getting good grades, being nice to everyone, you were often sat next to the ‘bad’ kids in hopes that your good behaviour would rub off on them. Of course this never worked but if it got you a seat next to Slash you were more than happy to comply.

Whenever he fell asleep you put your sweater under his head to use as a pillow. You’d write extra notes and give them to him, whether he used them or not didn’t matter, you just wanted a reason to talk to him.

Occasionally the teacher would call on him when he was sleeping in an attempt to embarrass him. He’d wake up all groggy, you’d write the answer on a slip of paper and discreetly show it to him. This infuriated the teachers, neither you nor Slash cared.

Slowly he grew fond of you. Not in the sense that he was starting to find you attractive, he’d just never had someone treat him like that and the initial lust was morphing to a deeper connection.

He started bringing you snacks and he’d keep track of your favourite ones so he’d remember which ones to grab next time he was out.

Then he started sticking around you between classes, since he preferred to be alone he managed to get you away from your friends so it could just be you two. It didn’t always work and sometimes you’d drag him to sit at a table and actually eat with you and your friends rather than smoke out by the benches in the field.

It was a codependence thing at first. He wasn’t good at being around people and you were, the extrovert adopts the introvert situation.

Your friends weren’t all too happy to be sharing a table with Slash, with his big hair and crunchy clothes. He just didn’t fit in and they didn’t think he was the best for you, and they told you so to your face in front of him.

You always brushed them off, saying something about how you were just friends. And you kept that line when they called you to talk about it while Slash was between your thighs, struggling to hold back moans as he ate you out like a man starved.

Slash only came over when you were home alone because your parents were conservative, they hated the whole rock movement and sheltered you from it as best they could. Luckily, Slash showed you every part of it, even educating you on parts that he didn’t particularly care for because he didn’t want to shelter you either.

While you didn’t tell your parents who you were dating, you did tell them you met a guy. Of course they wanted to meet him right away and get to know him, make sure he was the right match for you, or rather them.

You knew they’d never accept him but you wanted him to meet your parents. Slash had helped you distance yourself from the lifestyle your parents had raised you in but deep down you still felt the need to have their approval. So you planned a dinner.

You brought Slash over after school, it took some convincing since he didn’t care too much to meet your parents but now you were at your front door, holding his hand tightly as you rang the doorbell for your parents to answer.

Your dad opened the door with a smile that quickly faded as he eyed the man beside you. “And this is him?” He asked, looking to you for confirmation. Slash also looked at you with an expression that just read ‘I told you so’. You ignored him.

“Yes, dad, this is my boyfriend.” You said with a bright smile. Your dad let out a heavy sigh and grudgingly reached his hand out for Slash to shake.

“Well, I’m glad that I’m meeting you, Saul.” You took note of how he phrased it.

“Slash, sir.” Your boyfriend corrected him. By your fathers expression you could tell he didn’t like that.

“You’re Saul tonight.” He stated and walked back into the house. Slash looked to you again, you looked back at him with a soft smile and pulled him into your home.

Dinner went worse than you expected. Slash had tried to remain civil, he was polite and didn’t speak unless he was spoken to. It was your parents that did everything in their power to tick him off, complaining about degenerate kids who did nothing but cause trouble.

You’ll never forget that night. Not the way they yelled at Slash nor the way he yelled back. It was like something snapped in him. You’d seen him upset before but nothing compared to this, he’d always been so soft spoken with you, sweet and compassionate. This was totally different.

You were sobbing and ran upstairs to your room, Slash followed suit. He slammed the door behind himself and locked it. You stared blankly at him, tears streaming down your cheeks while he threw some of your clothes into a bag.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked, voice shaky and weak.

“Packing.” He said in a firm tone, his voice raised.

“Why?”

“We’re fucking leaving!” He yelled, tossing the bag to you. It landed in your lap with a thud. Slash came over and held a hand out for you to take. “Now come on.” You hesitated. Could you really just pack up and leave your family?

Your parents started banging on your door, demanding to get in but you ignored them. Slash sat next to you, his hands on either of your shoulders. “Look, I’m not gonna up and leave you because you don’t want to come with me.” You sniffled softly as he said this and he wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I’d just rather you come with me than be stuck with them.” You nodded in understanding.

Slash pulled you closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “I love you.” You mumbled. Slash stuttered in his movements for a second before squeezing you gently.

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of your head.

After that night your parents forbid you from seeing him anymore, even going as far as to tell your friends to keep an eye on you which you didn’t know about. You found out after bringing Slash over to eat lunch with you and your friends, that night it started an argument between you and your parents.

They made you switch schools so you wouldn’t have as much easy access to your relationship. They gave you strict schedules filled with extracurriculars to keep you busy and away from Slash. You still found your ways together, late at night you’d sneak out with him just to wander around.

As time progressed you drifted apart. It was no one's fault, the both of you simply happened to leave it. Maybe it was too hard on you, maybe his feelings for you faded. You never forgot him.

You found another man, one your parents approved of. You said you loved him, told everyone and yourself that, but he was just a cheap filler for the cavity left by Slash.

You watched from afar as Slash’s band took off, hearing about all his relationships, the things he got up to. You bought every magazine Guns N’ Roses was featured in, bought posters and their albums. Anything to bring little bits of Slash back into your life.

The man you met proposed to you with your whole family watching, of course you couldn’t say no. You wanted to, oh how badly you wished you could’ve told him and everyone else off for ruining your chance at love.

He never approved of your little ‘hobby’ as he called it. Always making jokes that seemed to cross a line every time. But you couldn’t say anything about it. This was the life your family wanted for you, a good man with a good paying job to support you and your soon to be family.

Your mother was happiest about this and helped you plan the wedding, which was really just her planning everything while you sat pretty for her, fake smile and all.

The wedding neared and you dreaded every day of it. You started getting rid of all your Guns N’ Roses things, knowing there was no use in keeping any of it anymore. You got into a routine of making three meals a day, getting a glass of whiskey ready for your soon to be husband every day after he got home from work.

You walked up the aisle in a dress you never liked, between families you never wanted, to a husband you never loved.

The priest went over the whole ordeal, asking for the vows. You’d memorised what your mother had written up for you. She needed this day to be perfect for her own little fantasy.

“And do you, Y/n L/n, take H/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asked. All eyes now on you as you stood at the end of the chapel, white wedding dress adorned as if you were innocent a day after you met Slash. You knew you should say it, it’s what everyone wanted.

You glanced at your parents and saw the fury in their eyes. You looked up to your fiance, his eyes sharing a similar glower. If you said yes now he’d never forgive you, you’d regret it every day of your life.

You shook your head, dropping the bouquet of pristine flowers in your hands and ran down the aisle, holding your dress up to keep from tripping over it. Everyone called for you to come back, a few even standing to run after you. Hands reached out for you, all of which you managed to avoid with the adrenaline rushing through you in the moment.

The grand doors opened and the cool air hit you. Right outside was a fancy black car you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Slash stepped out of the driver's side and stared at you, eyes wandering up and down your body in pure admiration for your beauty. “That dress looks like shit on you.” He said. You smiled, tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran to the car, quickly getting in the passenger seat.

Slash got back in, his arms going around you and pulling you in for a kiss. All those feelings you’d been trying to leave behind rushing back to you as his hands roamed your body, tugging at the uncomfortable wedding dress you’d been put in, plush lips meshing so perfectly with yours.

Your mother calling your name from the chapel doors is what caught your attention and you pulled away from Slash. “Drive.” You ordered.

“What?” Slash asked, caught off guard from the sudden loss of contact.

“Drive!” You repeated as your mother neared the car. Slash wasted no time in getting you out of there, ignoring the speed limit as he drove.

“Could you slow down?” You asked, reaching for his hand to get his attention. “You’re gonna get pulled over.” Slash shook his head.

“Don’t care, I can pay off a ticket.” You looked over to him and it really hit you. He came back for you. This was Slash. The boy you’d seen falling asleep in class, who got you snacks and followed you around because he didn’t know where else to go. The kid who gave you your first cigarette and laughed when you started coughing. Who held you when you cried.

Except now he was Slash, guitarist of big band Guns N’ Roses, travelling the world and fulfilling his dreams.

“Why’d you come?” You finally asked. You needed an answer after everything. He never tried to contact you. You never tried to contact him either.

His eyes flickered to you then back to the road. “Because I love you.” He said as if it was just yesterday you said that to each other for the first time. “I saw it in the papers that you were getting married to some guy, even in that picture I could see you didn’t want to be there.”

You held his arm close, clinging to it as he drove, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” He kissed the top of your head and kept driving.

“Where are we going?” You asked when you realised you didn’t know where you were.

“My place.” He said simply. “Your family doesn’t know where I live.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

You’d seen pictures of his house before. At night you’d think of what it would be like to live there with him. When you closed your eyes you could almost pretend he was holding you in that house, that smell of musky cologne and cigarettes washing away all your worries. Then you’d open them and still be stuck living this life you never wanted.

His house was much bigger in person. In a rich neighbourhood, surrounded by forestry. He drove up the long driveway and parked the car, getting out before you so he could open the door for you. He reached for your hand to help you out but you waved it off. “I can get out by myself.” You reminded him, he just smiled lovingly at you and held the door open.

His arm went around your waist, holding you close as he guided you into the house. As soon as the door closed he was on you again, lips crashing together, hands groping each other.

Your hands lost in his hair, tugging on it and pulling him in just as you used to, now with more need than before. Slash pulled at your dress until it ripped, tearing it off of you bit by bit. “Stupid fucking dress.” He grumbled in your ear. “Should’ve been me standing there with you.” He kissed down your neck, over your bare chest after he flung your bra away.

He cupped your chest, kissing, sucking and pinching your nipples, your back pressed against the door as he slid down your body. He looked up at you as he took off your panties and garters, watching every reaction you had as he started licking between your folds, tongue flicking your clit and dipping into you.

His hands held your thighs in a tight grip, one hand letting go so he could finger you and get you ready for him. Your hands were still in his hair, holding his head to your cunt as your hips buckled. Your legs were weak and you couldn’t care less, you were finally getting what you’d been craving for years.

Slash could feel when you were close, how your gummy walls fluttered around his talented fingers. He sucked on your needy clit, tongue flicking it repeatedly until you called out his name, a string of curses following it.

Slash got out of his clothes in a lustful haste to have more of you. He stood and grabbed you, pulling you tight to him as his lips met yours again. You pulled at each other, Slash picked you up and your legs wrapped around him. He stumbled over to a table, pushing into you and starting with an already brutal pace.

You bit his neck and he stumbled back, pushing you up against a wall when he regained his balance. He fucked into you like a mutt who’d found a bitch in heat. Loud moans left you while Slash’s grunts and groans rang in your ears.

He took a step back and nearly toppled over but managed to get you over to the couch. His face was in the crook of your neck, thumb rubbing your clit while his other arm held you to him, hips snapping into you harshly.

You moaned out his name, nails digging into his back. That knot came back in your gut. “Fuck! Slash-Slash, ‘m-’m close.” You whined, clawing at his arms. Slash sat up, lifting your hips over his and grabbing your arms, your knees hooked over his shoulders as he fucked you.

“Been waiting to see that pretty face cumming for so long.” He mumbled through gritted teeth. “Bet he never made you feel as good as I can, hm? Always pretended it was me with you, didn’t you?” You nodded, eyes rolling back as you came around his cock.

After being apart for so many years you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t process anything that was happening other than shocks of pleasure rocketing through you over and over again, Slash’s pretty fucked out face looking down at you when his eyes weren’t shut our rolling back.

Slash was barely conscious himself but he wasn’t done. Both of you were crying from the overstimulation, the couch was ruined and Slash had lost any sense of rhythm a while ago, only focusing on cumming again. Cum was smeared over your ass, his hips and abdomen as well. The room filled with the sound of wet skin and whining.

Finally Slash’s hips came to a halt as he came again, this time he let himself doing, laying his whole weight on you. You were both breathing heavy, hearts pounding.

After a moment you heard Slash sniffling. He moved up and lazily kissed your cheek, that was all he could manage. “I love you.” He whispered in your ear. “And no one’s gonna take you from me again, alright?” You nodded weakly.

You stayed there on the couch for the night. It was a mess, you were sticky and gross, so were Slash and the couch. Neither of you had the energy to move or clean up in the moment, even if you wanted to you found yourself asleep before you could make up your mind.

You awoke the next morning in a bed, all cleaned up and in clean clothes. Not your clothes but Slash’s. A band tee that was a few sizes too big for you and the panties you’d had on the day before.

Slash wasn’t with you but you heard music coming from downstairs and figured that’s where he was. You started getting out of bed but your knees buckled and you had to sit down again.

The bedroom door opened and your favourite boy came in with a bed table full of food. “You’re up.” He said with a smile. He came over and sat next to you on the bed.

“You learned how to cook?” You asked, seeing the small feast. Slash laughed and shook his head.

“No, I ordered out.” You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and started eating, giving you a few bites here and there when he saw you weren’t eating. “Not hungry?”

You shook your head. “Just tired.” You said, kissing his cheek. Slash nodded but continued to give you bites, still wanting to make sure you ate.

You talked about everything that’s been going on in your separate lives, catching each other up on everything. Slash constantly assured you you wouldn’t have to go back to anyone, that you’d be safe with him and he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away from him.

Finally you had that happily ever after you’d been looking for, that prince in not so shiny boots with a guitar instead of a sword, a tour bus as his trusty steed. You didn’t care, he was yours at last and he finally had his perfect girl under his arm.

[gogobo0ts]

i lowkey need soft dom steven adler cuddle flufff pleaseee i beg you broooo <3

literally just look at himmmmm. i love stevie sm omg <33

literally imagine how cuddly he'd be before going on tour. sitting you on his lap and kissing your neck softly calling you his 'pretty baby' <3 he wouldn't want to let you go for a second. he'd be all over you, massaging your hips and waist 'n nuzzling you.

lay your head on his chest and he's literally ALL yours. he'd just be caressing you and worshipping every inch of you. let him leave some hickies, he wants you to remember him while he's gone :(

his hands are gonna be all over you, rest assured. he cannot stop himself from wanting to hold you <3

he really just wants to shower you and spoil you with attention and his love <3

a/n: sorry if it's short, hope you enjoyed! he's just so uhurieokkqps

[kissesbutmetalfirst]

BUNNY 🌸

cw // smut, mommy kink, oral (fem reviving), steven adler

you ruffled his blond locks resisting the urge to kiss him all over. because steven was on the floor with a dog-collar round his neck, matching the hickies splattered down his back where he can’t reach. “what’re you trying to get out of me ?”, you said in that motherly tone. deep and soft. “Mm-hmm” steven buried his face in between your thighs, it tickled a little. pressing kisses closer to your pussy. “m’ just marking what’s mine”.

you guided his hands to pull down your panties (shoving them down his back pocket as a trophy). you layed down on your soft pillow and dragged him on top of you by his collar. stevens eyes twinkled seeing you half naked, so he went back to shoving his face down your skirt. “thaaat’s a good boy”. honeycomb dripped down your pussy and he lapped it up, biting your lips and kissing your clit in turns. it felt perfect as h-

“r-ring ring riing” the fucking house phone started vibrating. “fucking bitch… hello ? hii honey where are you ?”. the warmth escaped your abdomen when your bunny stuck his head back out. all the nectar poured out as the cold air in the room hit your pussy “wait yes eleanor one sec-“ you pulled his sweet face to yours. “bunny.. mommy really needs this right now. i’ll be soo proud of my favorite boy”

stevens stomach melted with the praise. his warm body was hovering over you, he needed to get his hands on your plush titties so bad. grabbing his chin and letting him kiss you on the lips,,,, the hold you had on this grown man’s sexuality. it’s dumb the way he melted into the kiss you “allowed” him to give you, pressing tiny cold kisses on your lips as it ended. bc he didn’t want to let go of you.

“kay so, you were just telling me about- OH yeah i remember”. Steven twisted his tongue around your pearl, kissing it like a dog in heat. it was getting kinda hard not to moan through the phone line. but it felt soo good though !! his left hand pawed on your boob, kneading it. “mhm-MH” his desperate moans made you love him even more.

“Mhmm-mommy <3” he licked from your pearl to your pussy. spreading your cheeks a little to lap at the honey that dripped down. obviously he needed everything he could get. “could you call me by my first name sweetie ??” you were getting close and he could feel it. “mHM- y/n ! y/n baby”

“ah- sorry elle other line. fuck i’m gonna cum ah bunny you want that ? want mommy’s cum all over your face ?” he didn’t have time to answer. your thighs squeezed around his face like a venus fly trap. your pussy clenched and you had no thoughts in that little head of yours. other than of course “steven” <3

[seenoversundown]

Helloooooo GVF Fic writers! Let’s get romantic with some Valentine’s Day writing 😍🫦 Prompts are below but the important stuff first! ((This is inspired by @hearts-hunger Halloween event 🫶🏻)) ❤️The Rules🩷

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• Picnic

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• Cooking (together / for the other person / a class)

• Movie Night

• Spa Day / Night

• Wine Tasting

• Go out to a fancy dinner

• Scavenger Hunt

• Watch the sun rise / set

• Go dancing

• DIY Boudoir Photo Shoot

• Facetime date (if they're apart)

• Write each other love notes!

• Play Truth or Dare ( Could be spicy 😉 )

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