Slash X Reader - Blog Posts

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎 - 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬} *𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓*

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥..𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭…𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part one~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

I tried talking to Slash after class, but he just ignored me. This is already a pain in the ass. As much as I tried to pay attention to the rest of my classes I couldn’t get Slash out of my mind. I have to work with him for the next two weeks. Finally, I decided that I would talk to him at lunch. He usually sits with me and the boys so I should be able to talk to him about it. Just as I thought, he sat with us at lunch. “So um Slash?” All of the boys looked at me partially surprised, partially confused. As I said I never talk to Slash. He liked it that way. Sadly. He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Yes?” The annoyance in his voice was very apparent. “When do you wanna um work on the science project?” Slash looked up at me, smiled, and started laughing evily. I felt stupid. Why is he laughing at me? “You really think I’m working on that thing with you? I’d rather die.” Then Duff slapped him in the back of the head. “What the fuck?” He whisper-yelled. Slash turned his gaze back to me. “Listen Y/N, you’re doing this. Alone. Without me.” I looked down and started messing with the hem of my shirt. I was embarrassed to say the least. “Yeah uh..alright.” That’s when Slash stood up and walked to another table. I felt like crying for some reason. He would rather die than spend time with me. Wow. I looked up to see a very annoyed Axl staring at me. “Why did you do that?” My eyes must have gone wide at his comment. “Me? What did I do? You heard what he sa-” Axl cut me off, “You can’t just let him boss you around like that. Are you doing anything after school?” I looked down, “No.” “Okay. Meet me outside by the big tree at door 5.” I nodded my head in approval, and that’s when the bell rang. The rest of the day didn’t go that great. I went to the bathroom for half an hour in one class, just to cry. Why am I crying? What kind of person sits in a bathroom stall and cries for half an hour? The only logical reason I could come up with was Slash and what he said. I liked Slash from the first day I met him, but he didn’t feel the same. The only person that knew about it was Axl. Axl was the person I could go to in the middle of the night when I was feeling bad about something. I couldn’t lie, it was usually Saul I was crying about. I would complain that I didn’t understand why he hated me or that I just wish he liked me more. Axl always calmed me down and told me everything would be okay. He was an amazing friend. I did as Axl said after school and met him at the tree by door 5. He was sitting there waiting for me. When I made my way over to the tree Axl stood up and walked towards me. “So you’re partners with Slash huh?” That was fast. “Uh yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. We began walking together even though I didn’t know where we were going. “Listen Ax if you’re trying to help me then that’s very nice of you, but you heard him. He would rather die than work with me.” I felt the sudden gut wrenching feeling of sadness once again. “You really believe that?! Listen Y/N, I know you don’t believe this, but Slash really likes you.” “Yeah yeah whatever Axl.” We stopped walking and sat on a park bench that was nearby. “ Listen I have a plan and trust me, Slash is gonna want to be partners with you after this.” The devious look in his eye was no comfort to me at all. “What the hell are you talking about Ax?” Axl laughed quietly at my curiosity. “There is a party tomorrow night at Duff’s house.” I furrowed my brows, “Duff’s house? What about his parents?” He nodded his head no as he spoke, “They’re gonna be out of the house all week.” My lips formed an ‘oh’ and I nodded my head. “Basically this is what’s gonna happen. You are gonna come to the party,” I put my hand up in an effort to stop him from speaking. “No Axl. You know that I don’t go to parties! My parents would kill me. Plus how am I even supposed to get out of the house? My parents would never let me go.” Axl laughed once again. “Sneak out.” He shrugged his shoulders. He said the words as if it was no big deal. Well it’s probably not a big deal to him. “Well ok but why would I even go?”

Axl smiled at me. “Ok so this is the plan. You come to the party looking like a complete badass. I’m gonna have one of the guys talk to Slash about you. Like tell him all this shit-” I cut Axl off again. “What do you mean by ‘All this shit’?” Axl rolled his eyes, “I don’t know Y/N. Just like saying you look good and shit. Anyways, hopefully Slash will see you and want to talk to you. Then if I know Slash, which I think I do, he will try to go out with you. That’s when you have to be a bitch.” “Excuse me?!” We both began laughing. “No, basically you just play hard to get. Tell him the only way you’re gonna go on a date with him is if he helps you with the project.” I felt weird about the entire thing. “Axl I don’t know. Look at us right now. I mean we are acting like we are fucking ten years old! You can’t just make a stupid plan like that and expect everything to go as planned.” Axl smiled at me, “You have a better idea sweetheart?” I looked at the ground. “No” “Good. Now let’s go see which one of the guys wants to talk about you at the party.” I gasped and lightly punched Axl on the arm, “What the hell Axl?!” He, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.

[...]

“None of the guys are gonna do it.” I said as we walked into Izzy’s house. “They will.” Axl opened the door to Izzy’s room and we both walked inside. Duff, Izzy, and Steven were all sitting on the floor, conversating about something. I sat next to Duff and watched as Axl began speaking. “Alright guys, which one of you is gonna talk to Slash about how sexy Y/N looks?” All three men looked at Axl blankly before laughing. “What the hell are you talking about?” Izzy was first to speak. “Remember that plan I told y’all about?” My head shot up and I looked at Axl. “You told them the whole plan?!” Axl didn’t answer the question, instead he kept talking. “Well which one of you is gonna talk to Slash? Ya know brag about her?” Duff looked at Axl and smiled. “Why can’t you do it?” Axl glared at Duff. “Cuz I made the plan smart ass.” Izzy and Duff looked at each other at the same time. In unison they both said, “Not me.” Axl looked over at Steven. “Alright Steven you have to tell Slash about how hot Y/N is.” I threw my hands in the air, “Will you stop saying that?” Axl laughed slightly and turned his gaze back to Steven. “I don’t know Axl.” Steven looked at me then back at Axl. My shoulders dropped slightly, “It’s alright Stevie. I don’t need someone to talk good about me to get a guy’s attention.” All the boys looked at me with a surprised look on their faces. “You mean you’re gonna-” I cut Izzy off, “Yes Iz. I’m gonna be a tease” Izzy smiled, “Not what I was gonna say but alright.” I smiled at the boys then turned to Axl. “What time is the party?”

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part two~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

I felt the sun’s warm rays shining on my face as I laid in bed. I felt at peace laying under my cozy blankets. I shuffled slightly to check my alarm clock on my bedside table. 7:30 AM. Shit. I threw the covers off of my body and ran to my bathroom. I only had half an hour to get ready for school. I quickly applied some makeup and contemplated what outfit to wear. Finally, I decided on a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and some jeans. As I walked down the stairs I could hear my mom in the kitchen. “Good morning honey.” She said as she sipped her coffee. “Mornin’” I mumbled and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. “Will you be doing anything after school?” She asked. She was now leaning over the kitchen counter, reading the newspaper. “Why?” I took a sip of my water. “Well I was just wondering if you were hanging out with friends or anything.” I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah I’m probably gonna hang out with Axl and the boys.” My mom rolled her eyes and sighed. “What was that for?” I laughed slightly. My parents were very overprotective when it came to boys. I had been friends with Axl and ‘the boys’ since third grade. My mom wasn’t keen on the idea of me being friends with them. Partially, I couldn’t blame her. They were a bit rough around the edges and they didn’t look very kind, but once you get to know them they are complete sweethearts. Well, all except one. Slash. Slash hated me and I really didn’t know why. Axl always told me it’s because he likes me, but I don’t see how that is humanly possible. Slash hates my guts. Those were my real feelings. I coudn’t lie, it hurt me immensly. I had always taken a liking to Slash. Why? Because I’m dumb. Because I always want what I can’t have. I was brought back to reality when my mother cleared her thoat. “Y/N sweety, why are you friends with them? You know you don’t have to be right? They aren’t good for you honey. All they are going to do is lead you down the wrong road in life.” I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t appreciate you saying that about my friends.” I said through my teeth. She threw her hands up in a defensive manner, “I was just saying. You’re gonna be late for school.” She pointed to the clock on our wall. 7:50. I’m definitely late. I rushed out of the kitchen and onto the sidewalk. I didn’t have a car. My family didn’t have enough money to buy me a car. That was okay though. I reached for the silver handle on the school door and pulled. It’s locked damn it. My head dropped in defeat and I began walking around the school. When I got to the office Axl was sitting in a chair next to the principal's room. Just as I was walking out of the office I heard running behind me. I stopped and turned around to see Axl running towards me. Once he was next to me we began walking again. I looked over at him and noticed that his breath was uneven from running. His red hair fell elegantly onto his shoulders. “Principal’s office already this morning? That has to be a new record.” I said sarcastically. Axl rolled his eyes and grinned at me, “Yeah yeah whatever. They caught me smoking outside the building.” I chuckled slightly. “So the usual?” He punched me jokingly on the arm and we continued walking down the hallway. I waved goodbye to Axl as I walked into my first period class. Science. I sat in my desk and waited for Mr. Thompson to tell us what we were doing. “Alright class.” Everyone looked up at Mr. Thompson who was standing at the front of the classroom. It was easy to say he was my favorite teacher. He was always very understanding and kind, and he made class interesting with the science experiments we did. “I have decided that for the next two weeks we will be doing a science experiment.” I perked up my ears when he said it. I absolutely loved science experiments. Something about them just interested me. “I will be giving you guys partners to work with,” Once those words got out of his mouth the entire classroom roared with disapproval. “Yeah I know I know. Y’all wanna choose your own partners,well guess what? It ain’t happenin so suck it up! Now as I was saying

I’m going to give you a partner and I will hand out some papers with requirements for the science project. It’s due Friday of next week. That gives you almost two complete weeks to do this! Alright now partners. When I call your name, come up to my desk and I will tell you who your partner is.” He sat at his desk and began looking through some papers. I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart was beating. I was a very antisocial person. That was to say the least. Other than Axl, Izzy, Duff, Steven and well...yeah that’s it. Other than around them you couldn’t be yourself. You were yourself around Slash, but that was only because he was around when the rest of the boys were. “Y/N!” Mr. Thompson called. I stood up and walked over to his desk. Each step I took seemed to be bringing me closer to some kind of horrible destiny. It’s just for two weeks. I told myself as I reached his desk. Mr. Thompson handed me a small piece of folded up paper. I unfolded it and read the name. I blinked my eyes and read it again. No. No this can’t be happening. “Mr. Thompson?” I whispered. He looked up at me and smiled. “Yes Y/N?” “Could I um..maybe have another person? I wouldn’t ask it’s just-” Mr. Thompson cut me off. “No Y/N. I’m sorry if you don’t get along well or something, but I can’t do that for you. Then I would have to for the rest of the class and that’s not fair.” I nodded my head slowly and walked back to my desk. Why the hell did I have to be partners with Slash? Of all people I could have been partners with, it had to be him?! I glanced over at the curly haired boy and watched as his eyes met with mine. He sent me a rude glare and looked away. I looked down at my lap and sighed. This will be interesting.

Need To Know By Friday (Slash)

Need To Know By Friday

Slash x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,172

Y/N’s POV:

Right...right...left. No. Right...left...right. Right? “I hate this fucking locker.” I whispered to myself. I was extremely stressed out. It was the end of the day on the last day of senior year. School didn’t stress me out. It was actually a person that stressed me out. Slash. Slash asked the question about a week ago, and I have been stressing ever since.

*flashback*

“Hey babe?” I was sitting in my bedroom with Slash. He was sitting on my bed and I was sitting at my desk writing an essay for school. “Yeah baby?” I asked. Slash came to stand next to me. I looked up at him and could tell he was nervous. He was avoiding eye contact and messing with his hair. “So I kinda had this uh...thing..to tell you.” He scratched the back of his neck and sat on the floor next to me. “Go ahead.” I said with a smile. Slash shyly smiled at me before looking back at the ground. “So you know high school is ending and everything and I have kinda decided to do something…,” He trailed off. “Yeah?” I dragged out the word. “I’m...I’m moving to LA Y/N.” He looked up at me and my face dropped. He was moving to LA? I felt my heart pounding in my chest and a lump formed in my throat. This is it. He is going to dump me. These last three years for nothing. He is moving to LA and leaving you behind. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and looked Slash in the eyes. “Well um…” I swallowed in an attempt at getting rid of the lump in my throat, but it didn’t work. “Good for you Slash. I wish you the best.” God I’m so stupid. I didn’t know what else to say. I turned away from Slash and tried to stop myself from crying. “Wh-what? Did you just...break up with me?” An obviously confused and hurt Slash asked. I turned back to him immediately. “I thought you just broke up with me.” Slash shook his head and stood up. He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. “No...I would never do that. I kind of had a question to ask you.” I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows. “What?” I sniffled quietly. “Will you...uh...will you come with me?” I was taken back by his words. He wants me to come with him? What about my parents? What about college? What about a job? My eyes widened and I stood there. “I..uh..but what...I don’t know.” I let out a sigh and Slash loosened his grip on me. “I’m leaving Saturday. If you’re coming with me I’m gonna need to know by Friday. Listen, I love you so you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just don’t know when we will see eachother again.” I could tell he was getting a bit emotional. I heard a car door shut outside. “I gotta go. I love you.” He whispered as he ran to the back door.

*end of flashback*

Today was the day I had to decide and I had no idea what to say. Usually Slash and I would walk home together, but today was different. He had to pack for LA and I had other things to do. I slammed my locker shut and ran down the hallway and out of the school. When I got home there was a note from my mother on the kitchen counter. “I will be home around seven. Don’t have anyone over. Especially Slash.” I huffed and crumpled the piece of paper. I didn’t understand why my parents hated Slash. They never even gave him a chance. The first time he met my parents went horribly. They made rude comments towards him and let’s just say I ended the night off crying in my room. They told me I wasn’t allowed to date him anymore, I didn’t listen. The past three years we have been dating secretly, until now. Now that I’m eighteen my parents can’t tell who not to date. They have known about us dating for awhile, but they still don’t accept it. They told me he ‘wasn’t the kind of guy I wanna end up with’. I fucking hated those words so much. Slash sneaked into my room most days. Other days I would tell my parents I was hanging out with a friend. It was the only way I could ever spend time with him. I walked into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. Instantly tears started making their way to my eyes. I cried silently into my pillow for what seemed like forever until I heard a knock on my window. I looked up and Slash was sitting there waiting for me. I unlocked the window and let him in. “You could have used the back door.” I said as I tried to get rid of the evidence that I was crying. “I don’t know. The window seemed more appealing.” I laughed slightly. Slash’s grin soon left his face as he looked at me. “You’ve been crying.” I looked down and continued to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Why?” He hugged me and looked into my eyes. “Well being honest..I haven’t made a decision yet and I’m worried.” My voice was shaky from crying. “Y/N it’s ok. Let’s talk about it.” Slash sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. “What’s the problem? What are you worried is gonna happen?” He wiped tears away from my eyes with his thumb. “It’s mostly my parents. They’ll hate me. Also...I don’t know just like...what about college? What about getting a job? There are just a lot of things that could go wrong.” Slash looked at me and smiled slightly. “As far as college goes there are options in LA. Jobs? They have plenty of job opportunities and if you don’t wanna go to college then there are still jobs. And your parents can’t tell you what to do anymore Y/N. I know you love them and everything but if there is something you really wanna do don’t let them stop you. Not just with this, but everything.” He put a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. “I love you, you know that?” I hugged him tightly and he chuckled softly. “I love you too.” I looked into his eyes and that’s when I knew. I’m meant to be with him. I’d be crazy not to go with him. “I made my decision.” I said. He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll go with you Slash.” Slash’s face lit up and he hugged me tightly. “I’m so fucking happy you decided to go with me.” He whispered. I broke free of his hug and smiled at him. “Let’s pack your bags!” He said excitedly.

Hello!~Thanks for reading this imagine! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

Damn Good Dance Moves (Slash)

Damn Good Dance Moves

Slash x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual interaction (18+)

Word Count: 1,312

Y/N’s POV:

The moon’s soft, pale light shone through the window. The night was young yet I felt it had gone on forever. Saul told me he would be out with the boys tonight and I agreed. He promised he wouldn’t get high or drunk because he didn’t wanna have a hangover tomorrow. He promised tomorrow we would go out together, just the two of us. I walked over to the window and opened the blind slightly to expose more of the moon.

It was a beautiful orb, glowing in the sky. I turned a little lever on my window, unlocking it. I then opened the window just enough to let the stuffy air out and let the fresh night breeze in. I turned from my window and searched the room for my small bookcase. You couldn’t call it a bookcase really. It was just a small table with a place underneath that I liked to put my books and records. On top of the ‘bookcase’ was a record player. I loved that record player. Slash had bought it for me on my birthday a little over a year ago. I shrugged and picked up my Appetite For Destruction record. I turned on the record player and placed the record on the turntable. I then placed the needle on the record accordingly. I stepped away and waited for a second before I heard the beginning of “Sweet Child O’ Mine”. I walked into the kitchen and could still hear the record. The house had a pretty open concept so there weren’t a bunch of walls blocking the sound. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked back into the living room where the music would be louder. I listened intently as Axl began to sing. “She’s got a smile that it seems to me…” I hummed with the music as I sat on the couch. I sat the beer down on the coffee table and shut my eyes. I relaxed listening to the music and letting my atmosphere be as calm as possible. Well as calm as possible while having Axl Rose screaming in the background.

*time skip*

A cold breeze caressed my arm and made me shudder. I opened my eyes slightly and noticed the room was completely dark. I sat up and stretched. A yawn escaped my lips as I checked the clock. Two fucking AM. I rubbed my eyes and switched on the lamp next to me. The record was still playing. Now “It’s So Easy” was being belted out of the speaker. I stood up and began walking towards the kitchen, but I stopped in my tracks. I began to move my hips as I got into the song. I was humming but now it was singing. I was now singing and dancing around the entire living room. Somewhere along the way I found a hair brush and naturally it became my microphone.

“Yeah it's so easy, easy

When everybody's tryin' to please me

So easy

But nothin' seems to please me”

I sang alone with the record at the top of my lungs. I stepped onto the coffee table and began to make motions with my hands emphasizing the words. I must not have heard the door open over the music.

Slash’s POV:

I was in the car with Duff listening to music. “So..you gonna go hang out with Y/N then right?” Duff looked at me then back to the road. “Nah man she’s probably already asleep. What time is it anyways?” I rubbed my face grogily. “Oh uh..two twenty ni- two thiry.” My head shot up in surprise. “Shit I hope Y/N isn’t mad.” Duff looked at me once again. “Chill man you told her you were gonna be out with the guys tonight so calm down.” He was right. I did tell Y/N I was gonna be out with the guys, but I still felt bad. “Y/N gets lonely easy man. What if she is at home right now...waiting for me….alone.” Duff looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Y’know Slash you would think you would want her to be alone wouldn’t you? Who the fuck would she be with?” He laughed slightly. “I don’t know man, I just feel bad for her being there all alone like that. She told me once dude..” I trailed off. “For fuck’s sake Slash what did she tell you?!” He acted frustrated but I could tell he was interested. “She said she gets sad when she is lonely and if I’m the reason she is sad, man...that breaks my heart.” We pulled into the driveway of my house and Duff rolled his eyes. “I’m sure she is fine man. You think too much about shit.” I laughed and waved Duff goodbye. I walked to the door and noticed the light inside of the house was on. What was Y/N doing up at two thirty in the morning? I put my key into the lock and turned. I slowly opened the door and saw Y/N standing on the coffee table swaying her hips and singing into a hair brush. I leaned against the door frame and watched the sight before me. She was a masterpiece. I couldn’t lie, it turned me on seeing her like that. Swaying her hips and all. She pointed at me and I assumed she knew I was there, but she was just pointing in a random direction.

Y/N’s POV:

“I see you standin there” I sang along to the music and finally opened my eyes. There Slash was. Standing in the doorway watching me with a smirk on his face. A blush made it’s way onto my cheeks and I stepped off the coffee table. I walked to the record player and took the needle off. I then turned the record player off and of course the room was dead silent. I turned around and walked to Slash slowly. “Uh..how much of that did you see?” I asked nervously. Slash bent down and whispered into my ear, “Every. Single. Bit.” I felt a shiver down my spine. His voice was deep and sexy. He closed the door that was open and left me standing there. Slash turned around and inched his way closer to me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a hug. He nestled his face into my neck and I wrapped my arms around his. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and collarbone. He pinned me against the wall and I could feel his hard on resting against my thigh. He kissed me passionately before I pulled away and sank to my knees. I slowly unzipped his jeans and slid them down, along with his boxers. I gave him a quick glance before carefully taking him in my mouth. I slowly began to bob my head. I heard a string of curses spill from Slash’s lips as I continued. Slash entangled his hands in my hair and helped me to set a steady pace. My throat relaxed allowing me to take him in more. Slash moaned and tugged on my hair ever so slightly. “Fucking shit princess..I’m so fucking close.” I hummed a bit and heard Slash groan. I swallowed what was in my mouth and the rest I licked off. I stood back up and looked Slash in the eyes. His brown orbs felt like they stared into my soul. And I didn’t mind it. He kissed me passionately and whispered in my ear. “I love you Y/N.” I pulled away and looked at him. “I love you too baby.” I moved some curls from his face. “And also..” He looked down and chuckled. “Yeah?” I asked hesitantly. “You got some pretty damn good dance moves.”

Hello!~So this is my second smut imagine and I don’t know how to feel. Lol. I enjoy writing them but I feel kinda bad posting them cuz I think they are shit. Anyways...thank you for reading this imagine! Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

In This Together (Slash)

In This Together

Slash x Reader

Fluff (Possibly sad fluff?)

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,358

Slash’s POV:

I was in my bedroom sitting on the floor next to the nightstand. I looked at the picture frame next to me. Inside the frame was a picture of my old band and I. Picking up the picture frame I thought of the memories with the band. I really thought I made it big when I found them. I thought we had something special. That all changed when the bassist of the band left. Slowly it became too much to handle and they kicked me out. I had joined Guns N’ Roses about a year ago now and I knew they weren’t going to leave me like the others did...right? Suddenly a wave of realization washed over me. What if they did leave? What would I do?

I didn’t have anything planned if that did happen. I could feel my heart beat rapidly in my chest. My breathing became unsteady and I felt sick. I dropped the picture frame and glass went everywhere. “Shit.” I muttered to myself. Ok ok calm down. The guys would never leave me, and if they did I still had Y/N. Y/N. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much. The love I had for this human was so indescribable. I felt that without her I would be nothing. I snapped out of my daze when a sharp piece of glass poked my leg. I looked down and remembered why I had thought of Y/N in the first place. She wouldn’t leave me right? I felt as if the room was closing in on me and I needed to get out. Had to get out. I stood up and walked over the glass. I slung open the door and ran downstairs. My cowboy boots clicked on the stairs with each step I took. Once I was downstairs I grabbed my leather jacket and headed out the door. The cold night breeze caressed my cheek as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I took deep breaths and thought to myself for another moment. What if Y/N did leave me? I felt a tear trickle down my cheek at the thought of her leaving. If I stayed away from her and didn’t bother or burden her she wouldn’t leave me. I walked down the sidewalk with that thought in mind.

Y/N’s POV:

Today seemed like it lasted forever. I got off work early, but I had to babysit my younger cousin Y/C/N. My feet were killing me from wearing heels all day and I was ready to relax. I was excited to get the night alone with Slash and be able to just relax. We would probably watch movies and cuddle. That’s what we usually did on nights like these. I put my house key into the lock of my apartment door and turned it. When I stepped into the house it was unpleasantly quiet. “Slash! I’m home!” I yelled into the concerningly quiet house. I hung my jacket on the coat rack and sat my purse on the coffee table. No answer. “Slash?” I yelled again. Still no answer. I made my way up the stairs yelling the entire way up. “Slash? Saul? Baby? Is this some kind of joke? Saul?” I made it to the top of the stairs and noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The door to our bedroom was cracked open slightly. I walked into the room expecting to find Slash, but to my surprise he was nowhere to be found. I looked to the ground when I heard a crunching sound. I was stepping on glass. There was a broken picture frame and glass everywhere. What happened here? I sat on the bed and tried to process what had happened. Had he gotten mad? Was he drunk? So many thoughts wandered my brain as I tried to make sense of the situation. I looked to my nightstand and picked up the phone sitting on top. I dialed Axl’s number and waited for him to pick up. I twirled the coiled telephone wire around my finger as I waited. Axl’s husky voice boomed through the speaker. “Hello?” He seemed to be out of breath. Probably with a girl. “Hey Axl...Um have you seen Saul? He said he would be home tonight but he’s not.” I said in a quavering voice. Axl sighed before answering, “No Y/N I’m sorry. He might be out getting dinner or something. Just wait a bit. If he doesn’t show up, call me again and I’ll help.” His voice was clearer now and his breathing was back to normal. “Ok. Thank you Axl. Goodnight.” I put the telephone down and started pacing the room. Why wouldn’t he tell me if he was getting dinner? I paced the room thinking for what seemed like forever. I looked down at my watch. It had been three hours since I talked to Axl and I was starting to worry. I picked the phone up once more and dialed Axl’s number. After the fifth ring I gave up. I put the phone back on the hook and walked downstairs. Guess I would be doing this alone. I grabbed my jacket and car keys before walking out the door. I felt tears prick my eyes as I walked towards my car. What if he was leaving me? I tried to put those thoughts aside as I sat in the driver’s seat of my car. I started the engine and the radio came on. I turned it down. I didn’t feel like listening to music right now. I drove to all of Slash’s favorite places looking for him. Multiple bars and diners he went to often. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was parked in front of a diner looking out the window when I saw a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the sidewalk. As he emerged from the darkness I noticed the figure was someone I knew. It was Slash. Immediately I got out of the car and ran to him. I hugged him tightly as tears fell down my face. He was shocked at first but hugged back after a few seconds. “You scared the shit out of me you bastard.” I mumbled into his chest. He let out a small chuckle and then sighed. I looked up to see his expression. His face was dimly lit from the street lights and his brown eyes sparkled. As I took in his features I noticed the expression on his face was a sad one. Oh no. “What’s wrong Saul?” I looked into his eyes and furrowed my brow. “I don’t know Y/N. I just...I’m afraid.” he looked down at the sidewalk. I was shocked by his words. Slash had a sensitive side, but he tried not to show it that often. “What are you talking about baby? Scared of what?” I pushed a few of his curls from his face and lifted his head so his eyes would meet with mine. “Well I was thinking earlier..about my old band.” His eyes darted between mine. I shook my head in acknowledgement. “They left me Y/N. I’m

just so afraid the guys are going to turn out the same.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “No Slash. Listen they aren’t go-” He cut me off. “I wasn’t finished….I’m scared I’m going to lose you Y/N. I don’t know how I would live without you. You Y/N. You are the reason my life hasn’t fallen apart already.” I could see the tears threatening to escape his eyes as he spoke. His words broke my heart. I hated seeing Slash upset. Especially when it was about me. “Slash. I love you more than you could ever know. I will never leave you. Never. We are in this together Slash. I will never leave you.” I hugged him tightly. He sat his chin on the top of my head. “Thank you.” He whispered. “Saul?” I mumbled. “Hm?” “I love you.” He chuckled a bit. “I love you too Y/N. So much.”

Hello! Thank you for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed it. Have an amazing day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

hello so im making a gc on snap for rock/metal fans and people should join msg me 😛

Michelle

part 4 (a)

a/n: well ive been putting this off for ages x

warnings: uh idk just read with caution i cant fucking remember, kinda hinted sexual stuff, CLIFFHANGER 🏋🏽‍♂️

part 3

Weeks had passed. Nothing had happened. Although Izzy was starting to feel used the more he was with Axl. Slash avoided Axl like the plague, but when he couldn't, Axl would show off Izzy in the most intimate ways. From an outsiders perspective, they simply looked like newfound lovers. But in reality, they were never intimate unless Slash was around.

Slash decided to spend all of his time with Nat. She had been going out on dates with Michelle, who Slash still hadn't met. Until today.

Michelle was this tan, curly black haired girl who was much taller than both of them. She was stunning, like a model. "You're Slash?" Michelle asks. He nods. Michelle laughs, "what kind of name is Slash?" He glares at her, was she stupid? Or was she just trying to be irritating?

Slash immediately didn't like her. She had this strange vibe. He didn't like it. "It's a nickname, actually. My name's Saul, but everyone calls me Slash. You will too," he says. Nat gives him a look as if to say 'what are you doing?'. Michelle gives him a strange look, "I will too?" She asks. Slash nods, "only people I'm close with call me Saul." Slash states, quite bluntly, but he doesn't care. There's something off about this woman.

Throughout their lunch period, Slash notices several things wrong with Michelle. They were in a secluded area, so they didn't have to hide from anyone.

Multiple times, Nat tried to kiss Michelle, and each time, it ended up as a peck on the cheek, seemingly by accident. Slash knew better.

Nat would try to hold her hand or put her arm around her, and Michelle would come up with a different excuse to get up momentarily.

Michelle had mentioned all of her past ex boyfriends. Boyfriends. Not a single girlfriend.

Michelle was friends with some of the most popular people in school, including the two guys who had attacked Slash after he was outed.

When lunch was over, Michelle hurried off way too quickly for Slash's liking. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Nat asks, punching him in the arm. Slash lets out a pained sound, "Owwwhat?!" He glares at her, rubbing his arm. "You were so rude to her! What was that about?!" She looked genuinely angry at him, which worried him. She was completely manipulated by this girl.

Slash sighs, deciding to tell her the truth, "I don't trust her, Nat." She glares at him, "what do you mean? You only just met her!" Slash groans, "She had an off vibe! There's something she's hiding, something she's keeping from you! I mean, did you not see how many times she shot you down when you tried to hold hands, or kiss, or hug, or do anything remotely couple like?" Nat sighs, "she's new to the school! She doesn't know it like we do. She was probably scared of getting caught!"

Slash takes a deep breath, "just be careful around her, please? She's friends with the most popular people in school so just be careful, okay?" Nat rolls her eyes, "fine." She decides to tell him what he wants to hear, even with no real intention of 'being careful'.

Nat hurries off to class before he can say anything else. Slash sighs. He turns around to go to his own class and bumps into Izzy. He panics slightly and mentally prepares himself for a scene in front of everyone. Instead, Izzy looks at him, "hey, sorry man. Didn't see you turning," he shrugs and walks on. He wasn't trying to be rude and Slash could tell.

Slash follows him with his eyes. Izzy seemed like a genuinely nice, laid-back guy who he could probably get along with well. The only problem was Axl. Izzy was being used. Slash almost felt bad for him until he saw Axl grabbing him once again in suggestive ways to piss Slash off and still keep their relationship hidden.

Slash stands there staring at them. For some reason, this particular moment really angered him.

Izzy smiled nervously at Axl and said something to him before walking off to class. Axl starts walking in a different direction. Slash decides to follow him, knowing he was skipping his last two classes of the day.

They get to the tree when Slash loses his temper, "what the fuck is wrong with you!? What are you trying to do!?" Axl stops and turns to look at him, "you creep, did you follow me here?" Slash nods, "yeah, I did. I'm sick of this. Why are you using that guy? What's he done to you? Nothing! You're just trying to piss me off! You're hurt because of what I said and did, and I get that, but that doesn't mean you get to use someone else! He's a person too, and he seems like a genuinely nice guy, and he doesn't deserve to be absolutely flat out miserable with you, knowing he means nothing to you! And what's worse is i can tell you originally just wanted to hang out with him but for some reason your sick and fucking twisted mind decided he would be the perfect 'thing' to use for the sole purpose of trying to piss me off and it's not fair! It's not fucking fair, Ax!"

Axl stands there, completely dumbfounded. Slash storms off before letting Axl reply. He walks around for a while before realising he hasn't eaten. He walks to Natalie's dad's diner to get food. He stays there until the end of the school day before walking back to school because he still wants to take Nat home.

He sees her walking hurriedly to the gate and grabs her arm, "hey, where are you going?" She looks up at him, "home?" Slash glares at her, "why are you in such a rush?"

"I'm meeting Michelle at her place. I need to go home and get ready!" She exclaims, Slash sighs, "alright, well, let me give you a ride, yeah?" Nat nods, "okay."

Slash gives her a ride back to her place and waits while she gets herself dolled up, then drops her off at Michelle's. He watches her walk in with the worst anxiety. Somethings not right.

For the first time, Michelle and Nat actually share a kiss. Which quickly turns into a heavy makeout session. And then stripping. But only Nat. But she doesn't realise. Michelle does everything she can to turn her into a worked up and excited mess.

She has her layer out, 'ready for her'. It's gonna happen, Nat thinks to herself. Michelle excuses herself to grab something that she claims is very important, which only fuels her excitement. After a while, she comes back.

"Is that a camera..?"

i fr just need to lock in and finish the slaxl fic ffs

forgot i was writing the slaxl fic tbh.

Who is he?

part 3 (a)

a/n: kinda spoiler but this is just a build up for the next two chapters. the calm before the storm 😈

warnings: im not really sure there are any

part 2

enjoy ★

Slash stares at them. He's not entirely sure how to feel. Axl was sitting on the wall with a black haired, pale, scrawny looking boy. All they were doing was sharing a joint. That's not what bothered him. People share joints all the time. What bothered him was how quickly he seemingly moved on.

Nat looks up at him, "are you okay? She carefully asks. He opens his mouth to answer, but Axl spots him, "shit," he says, a little too calm.

Axl comes over to them, the black haired boy following curiously. "Hey..." Axl says, looking down at the ground. Nat backs away a little. Slash stays quiet. "Uh... haven't seen you around in a while," Axl says, looking at Slash but not making eye contact.

"Been sick," Slash says, shrugging. Axl notices his bandaged wrist, and he immediately grabs it, "shit, what happened?" Slash feels his eyes welling up. He didn't realise how much he actually missed the ginger prick until now. The way he was gently holding his wrist and the concern on his face just like when they were dating.

They finally make eye contact.

They stare at each other silently. It wasn't hate. It wasn't love, it wasn't remorse, it wasn't guilt. It wasn't anything. But it was overwhelmingly all of those things at the same time. Slash breaks the silence after a long while, "who is he?"

Axl drops his wrist and clears his throat, "uh, t-this is Izzy... he moved here last week," Izzy smiles slightly. It was clear he didn't know about Slash and Axl. He was angry. "New friend of yours?" Axl at him with the same amount of rage. The way Slash had put an emphasis on 'friend' meant he knew there was something between the two of them. Both of them were angry with eachother.

Axl smiles angrily, "yep. New... friend."

"Uh, Slash?" Nat chimes in. He looks at her, "what?" She grabs his hand, "my dad... he's waiting for us... come on, you need to eat" Slash sighs and nods, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he says, then looks back up at Axl.

Nat has to physically drag him away.

Another few weeks pass. Slash and Axl had done a great job avoiding eachother. Nat was doing everything she could to distract him, and the thing that worked best was talking about her own love life.

It was a Saturday night, Slash was at her place helping her get ready for her date with Michelle.

"How many dates have you been on with this girl?" He asks. "Four" Nat replies, trying to fix her makeup. "Do I get to meet her?" She pauses. "Not yet..." He scoffs, "why not?" She looks at him and frowns, "because I'm not ready to introduce her yet!"

Slash sighs, "yeah, alright. You ready to go?" Nat smiles excitedly, "I think so... I'm really nervous. I might puke." Slash drops Nat off for her date and then he drives back home. On his way, he spots Axl and Izzy sitting in the park.

He grips the steering weel tighter, staring at them angrily. They were simply chatting. Until Axl looked over and saw Slash staring at them.

Suddenly Axl couldn't keep his hands off Izzy, grabbing him, kissing him, holding him. Slash drove off, pretending like he didn't care. Like it wasn't the most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

He drove off into the night, driving around aimlessly.

Idk if you're active or not but if you are could you do a slash x reader where reader has an ed and he tries to help

a/n: i hope this is ok cuz its kinda short ;-;

warnings: mentions of eating disorders

enjoy ★

Slash was embarrassed at how long it had taken him to realise. He was trying to get to your place as fast as he could, hoping he wasn't too late. Duff was the one who told him about how it had been a week since you ate.

He finally gets to your apartment, going straight for the hidden key. He didn't want to waste any time.

He walked into your apartment and stared at your body laying on the floor. "Fuck." He kneels down beside you. Still breathing. He sighs in relief and shakes you, "baby?" Your eyes flutter open, and he lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You blink up at him, not fully processing where you were yet, "hi," you smile sleepily.

Slash smiles sympathetically, "hey, sweetheart... you really scared me there, you know?" You frown, still confused, "why?" He sighs, "I found you in here, passed out on the floor... you fainted," he explains.

Slash gives you time to come back into reality. When you do, he lifts you onto the couch. "Why are you starving yourself, baby?" He grabs your hands. "I eat too much..." He stares at you, looking completely heartbroken. You were clearly underweight. Dangerously.

Slash shakes his head, "no, you aren't eating anything at all!" You frown. "I am- " He cuts you off, grabbing your wrist. "Baby, I can feel your bones... Take your sweater off."

You hesitate, then slowly take it off. Slash's face drops. "Oh, sweetheart..." He traces his fingers over your ribs, the ribs that could be very clearly seen. You tense up. "S-stop it..." Slash grabs your hands, kissing your forhead. "It's okay. I'm gonna help you, yeah?"

You look up at him, sniffling, "...r-really?"

He nods. And he kept his promise.

It took a few months for you to gain just a little weight. He ate every time you did so you wouldn't feel under pressure. If you were ever eating with the rest of the band, he told them to eat as much as they could.

The two of you were sitting in the Walnut House watching some documentary on snakes. It amazed you how much Slash loved snakes. What amazed you even more was how attached you'd grown to his snake, which was currently resting on top of both of your heads.

Your stomach growled and Slash looks down at you. "Darling?" You don't look up, "hmm?" He mutes the Tv, "time to start making dinner, yeah?"

You hesitate.

He looks down at you, "sweetheart? What is it?" You tear up, "I... can't..." He sighs, "one of those days, huh?" You nod, teary eyed. Slash thinks for a minute. You were the one who cooked, not because you were a woman, but because you enjoyed it, and Slash couldn't cook for shit. He was still hungry, but he knew it would be wrong to ask you to cook anyways.

"How about we order some takeout?" You frown. "Please?" Eventually, he convinces you and he orders food from your favourite take out place.

Half an hour later, your food comes. Slash takes it into the kitchen and puts it out on plates. He puts all of his onto one plate, but he purposely leaves a generous amount of yours still in the bag. He brings the plates into the living room and hands you one. "I'll eat at the same time as you, okay?"

You nod.

He holds his fork up, waiting for you. You hesitantly hold your fork up. Tears were streaming down your face. Slash moved when you did. You moved the fork closer and closer to your mouth until you finally put it in your mouth.

It was ugly. Without context it looked like he was forcing you. But you knew this was good for you.

You kept crying. But you felt supported. This was definitely going to be a long recovery. But knowing Slash would be there, doing everything he can, made it just a little easier. And you couldn't feel more grateful for that.

so ive been sick... 😰

i start writing again now

does anyone else fw weekend at bernies ;-;

You can't hurt me

part 2 (a)

a/n: i love angst. this version is the depressing one but its good i promise 🙏🏻

warnings: angst, mentions of sh, mentions of suicide, mentions of eds,

part 1

enjoy ★

She sat with him, bandaging his wrist. Slash stayed quiet. He hadn't shown his face in public since breaking up with Axl.

His fake girlfriend, Natalie, came over after school to talk to him. He hadn't told her about their breakup yet. She tapes his bandage and cups his face, "you look awful... when was the last time you slept?" He shrugs.

She sighs, "wanna tell me what happened?"

He nods slowly, then tells her everything, not leaving any detail out. "I fucked up, I mean I really fucked up, Nat. Bad." She wraps her arms around him tightly, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry this happened. I'm so sorry it's so difficult. It shouldn't have to be this difficult."

He felt safe with her. They had known each other since they were little kids. She was the first person he came out to, resulting in her doing the same and leading to their fake relationship.

He sighs. "Am I an asshole?" She looks up at him, "what makes you think that?" He looks down and frowns, "I'm the one who broke up with Ax... Because I said us being together is wrong." His voice shakes. "Well, do you really believe that?" She asks cautiously, knowing how vulnerable he was already feeling.

He shrugs, "I...I don't know."

Nat sighs, "what makes you think it's wrong?" Slash looks at her. For a long time. Then he comes up with an answer.

"Everyone hates me. They judged me before for having long hair, and for being black, and for dressing the way I do, and for the few times someone saw me with red nails. They judged me. But they tolerated me. They talked to me in class. I got invited to parties. But now they hate me. They look at me with pure disgust. They write shit all over my locker. They write death threats and put them in my locker. They tell me I should end it. The day I broke up with Ax, I was assaulted. I was walking home alone, and these two guys from the football team started attacking me. And they weren't stopping. They were actually going to kill me for the simple reason that I love a man. I love him so much, and I know love is hard, and it takes patience. But I don't want to live my life hiding from people who might actually try to beat me to death because of who I love. That's not fair."

She frowns. "Oh baby, I'm sorry..." Slash shrugs. "I guess this is just how it has to be..."

A few weeks go by. With the help of Natalie, Slash felt comfortable enough to start coming back to school. He dreaded seeing Axl. He was surprised when the entire day had passed and Axl was nowhere to be found.

He shrugged it off and went to find Nat. She was waiting for him outside the school with a big goofy grin on her face. He scrunches his face up, "why are you so happy?"

She grins up at him, "I have a date."

His eyes widen, "a date!? With who!?" She smiles, "she's new here. She's called Michelle. She's super cool, and she's really pretty and -" Slash interrupts her, "I get it you little lesbian." She giggles. She was so excited. He smiles. This was nice. He was happy for her.

The two of them start walking away from the school. Nat looks up at him, "you hungry?" Slash looks down at her, "yeah, I didn't eat lunch," she frowns, "why not?" "Fish."

She nods. She knew there was a time when he had a difficult relationship with food, but this was just him hating any kind of food that came from the ocean. "Well, my dad said we can go to the diner and get lunch and dinner whenever we want," he looks down, "yeah? How much?" She rolls her eyes, "it's free, dumbass." His eyes light up.

The diner wasn't far, and the walk there only built their appetite. They were walking towards the diner, Nat walked a little bit ahead of Slash before she realised he had stopped.

She turned back to look at him, "what's wrong?" He stayed silent. Just kept staring at whatever it was he was so interested in. She looks over to see what he was staring at, and then her face drops, "oh..."

Axl.

With another man.

k so im gonna pretend like writing slaxl isnt embarrassing. i kinda really wanna turn that angst oneshot into like a big story (ive alr started writing part 2...). but ive thought of two different versions and ones really depressing and doesnt end well and the other does and idk which one to write

also can u all start sending me more requests i have severe writers block 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

so based on my inbox im guessing you guys want more subby slash 🤔🤔🤔🤔

im working on two specific ideas rn but i swear i am doing more subby slash too i promise 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 ill try get these older requests done asap tbh i lowk forgot i had a tumblr acc 💀

i have started writing again but i wont be taking part in kinktober this year cuz its alr the 13th n thats way too overwhelming

i lowk just realised since my last post ive no idea what to write next

SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE 💔

good boy

warnings: weed, high sex, oral (f receiving), handjob x, praise, subby slash :3

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

It was a Saturday night, and you were at home, waiting for your food to be delivered and watching TV. You were taking a break from going out and drinking and partying and having sex with whatever rockstar you could. You get up when there's a knock on your door, thinking it was your food.

You open the door, "Slash?"

He smiles nervously. You had never seen him this nervous before. "H-hey, um, sorry for just showing up," he was barely making eye contact. He must be sober. You shrug and step to the side, "its fine, it's not like im doing much anyway."

He comes in and shuts the door, "you look different," he says whilst taking in your appearance.

You blush and look down. You were in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Your hair was slightly messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup or perfume. It was the complete opposite of what he was used to. Usually, you were dressed in crop tops and mini skirts or short shorts. "Oh, yeah, um...I just thought I'd stay home tonight and relax," you shrug. He smiles nervously, "yeah, I get it."

You walk back over to your couch and sit down, gesturing him to follow. "So, why'd you come over?" He blushes and stays quiet for a little while, "the first and last time i met you, all we did was fuck, and it was right before a show so I basically left as soon as we were done, and I felt bad about that, because I'm not actually that kind of guy...I tried looking for you after the show but, I couldn't find you anywhere," he pauses and looks up at you, you could tell how nervous he was, which confirmed that he was sober. "I came over because I want to get to know you...whether that leads to just a nice night, us becoming friends, anything. I just know I want to get to know you."

You smile, "Slash, that's so sweet... I wanna get to know you too," he blushes again and smiles nervously. "Slash?" He looks up, "y-yeah?"

You smile sympathetically, "do you want some weed?" He nods almost immediately. You get up and go to your room, looking through your underwear drawer for it. A few minutes later you come back into the livingroom and roll a joint for you to share.

As he gets high, he gets less nervous, and the two of you spend the night talking about yourselves and getting to know one another, the weed making you tell more personal things than you normally would. You could tell, though, that you could be comfortable around him. That he wouldn't judge you. You felt safe with him.

You spend the night talking and laughing over stupid shit and sharing the food you ordered. A bit into the night, you start noticing him shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

You look down and notice the bulge growing in his pants. You giggle a little, "uh, do you want some help?"

He blushes, "shit, I'm sorry...weed tends to -" he trails off when he notices you moving closer to him. You get up and straddle him, "keep talking" He lets out a quiet whimper, thinking you didn't hear. He clears his throat, "weed makes me sensitive," he mumbles. You look down at him, then start to kiss down his neck.

He whines softly, "... fuck."

You look up at him and lean down to kiss him. He immediately melts into the kiss, his hands finding your waist. You and Slash had slept together before, and he was usually rough. But this time, his touch was so gentle, delicate, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

You pull away and look down at him, "don't be shy..." He looks up, "but I am," his voice is almost a whisper. You smile and bring a hand down to his stomach. His breath hitches.

You pull his hard cock out of his leather pants, knowing he never wore underwear. He leans his head back and lets out a shaky breath.

You start to move your hand slowly, feeling him twitch in your hand. He lets out a soft whine. You stop and look up at him. The sounds he would make when the two of you had sex were always low moans, groans and grunts. This was different.

You start to move your hand again at a quicker pace. He moans, but it was much higher and whinier than what you had heard before. His hand moves to your thigh, "f-fuck," he squirms as you move your hand faster. You look down at him. He looks right back up at you with the neediest little look.

He keeps staring up at you, squirming and whining while you move your hand faster, "you gonna cum?" He nods, "close, close, hah- please- I'm so close," he moans loudly, much higher pitched than you had heard before.

"Go on," you smile down at him. His back arches slightly and his eyes roll back as he cums all over your hand. You keep moving your hand at the same speed, feeling him twitch.

When you stop, you get off his lap and sit beside him. You look up at him, "on your knees."

He doesn't hesitate and immediately gets off the couch and settles between your legs on the floor. He pulls your pyjama pants down, followed by your panties. He looks up at you. You nod, "go ahead..." He starts lapping at your folds, alternating between sucking your clit and sticking his tongue in your hole.

You grab a fistful of his hair, holding him down. You were practically riding his face, moaning out random praises. "Fuck, don't stop!" He starts sucking on your clit and sticks two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You moan slightly louder, "oh fuck, that's it, good boy," he whines, sending vibrations through your body.

You look down at him and see him staring up at you through his eyelashes, "yeah? You like that?" He moans against your clit, sending more vibrations through your body. "Fuck- hah- don't stop!" You cry out louder as you squirt all over his face.

When he pulls away, you pull him up, "you're such a good boy," he whines again. You lean in and kiss him, then pull away.

You both realise you're not entirely sure what to do now. "So...do you wanna stay over...?" You ask awkwardly. He smiles and nods, pulling you close and kissing you again. He was clearly more comfortable now.

hes gonna take it like a good boy

daddy

oh im gonna peg him.

girl dad slash has my heart forever

HES HOLDING HER HAND

daddy 🎀

a/n: i sort of rushed this and idk if the smut is good or not...now that ive done a daddy slash fic. subby slash (aka biblically accurate slash) comes next 😈 enjoy ★

warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, age gap, overstim, praise, aftercare :3

You and London were friends. You were best friends, you knew each other because his dad, Slash, was best friends with your dad, Duff and you had been friends your whole lives. You and London hung out all the time, sometimes at your place with your sisters, Grace, and Mae, other times at his place where you would see Slash.

Slash would always welcome you into his home, and he would comfort you during the few times something made you upset around him. He took care of you. You couldn't deny your crush on Slash, but he was way older, so you tried your best to ignore it.

You were at London's, and you were both in his room watching a movie. This was quite a regular occurance. You would always plan to do something exciting, only to stay in eating take-out and watching movies.

Eventually, he started to get tired, so he turned it off and went to sleep.

Like always, he told you you could sleep in his bed with him or in the guest room. Neither of you minded which. You were both comfortable enough with each other that sharing a bed wasn't weird, and sometimes you both just preferred your own space, and neither of you were afraid to admit that.

Tonight, you were too lazy to go to the guest bedroom, but that became a problem when you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned for hours. So much London had to kick you.

At around 2am, you decided to get up and go downstairs, thinking Slash would be asleep. Even so, you still tried to be quiet going down. You got to the bottom and went towards the living room. The living room didn't have a door, but a doorframe that was maybe slightly bigger than two doors.

All the lights were out, the only light coming from a movie playing in the living room. Slash was awake. You panic internally and decide to turn back and go back upstairs, but Slash had already heard the floorboards creaking.

"Y/N?" He calls out quietly. You shuffle into the room nervously. He looks up at you, seeming unbothered, "what'cha doing up so late?" You mumble, "...couldn't sleep."

He doesn't reply. Instead, he just pats the seat beside him, silently inviting you to watch the rest of the movie with him. You sat down nervously, keeping a distance between you. You both sit silently for a while, just watching the movie. You had been moving slightly closer to him until your shoulders were touching. He noticed, but he didn't say anything at first. He just wrapped an arm around you.

You felt your face heat up. You looked up at him. His focus was on the movie.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of confidence. You didn't care that he was older. You didn't care that he was your best friends dad. You didn't care that he was your dads best friend. You wanted him. More than anything.

You get up from where you were sitting and sit on his lap, facing him. His hands immediately go to your waist. He looks up at you, "what'cha doing, princess?" You felt butterflies in your stomach. It took every ounce of courage in you to keep going and not break down crying from embarrassment.

"please..."

You barely mumble, but it was enough for Slash. His hand slid into your shorts, brushing against your clit through your panties. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly. He pulls your shorts and panties down. You lift your hips to help him get them off, and he throws them carelessly on the floor when he does. He spreads his legs slightly so youre sitting on his thigh.

You slowly start grinding against his thigh, digging your nails into his shoulders harder. His hands still on your waist help you grind harder against him. He thrusts his knee up in time with your grinds.

He watches as moans and whimpers spill out of you, "so pretty, just for me," he coos.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, "fuck, feels so good!" You moan. He brings a hand down and starts playing with your clit. Your legs start shaking. He smirks, "gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?" You moan loudly, "fuck, yes! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" He kisses your neck, "yeah? gonna cum for daddy?" He slides two fingers into your needy hole, thrusting them in and out, matching your grinds.

Your back arches, and you moan even louder, "fuck, daddy- hah- I-i can't take it! I'm-i'm gonna cum!" He moves his fingers faster, watching you come completely undone by him, "cum for me baby, show me how much you love it."

Your eyes roll back as you cum, soaking his jeans and babbling random begs and pleas. He keeps rubbing your clit in circles, milking your orgasm, "thats it, good girl." You feel yourself twitching from the overstimulation, "fuck! please, daddy!"

Once you come down from your high, your body relaxes. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, "you taste heavenly, princess." You whine in response. He brings his hand down, flicking your clit every now and then just to hear you whimper or see your body twitch.

After letting you catch your breath, he stands up, keeping a grip on you. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He grabs your shorts and panties and carries you up to his bedroom. He throws your panties in the laundry basket and gently lays you down on the bed. "What're you doing?" He looks at you, confused, "I'm taking care of you, darling. What else?" You furrow your eyebrows, "but why?"

He chuckles, "I might be older than you, but I'm no stranger to aftercare, sweetheart," he says as he walks into his en suite bathroom. You hear the tap running, and then it goes silent. He comes back into the room with a damp cloth in his hands. He comes over to you and gently cleans the mess between your legs. You shudder slightly at the coldness.

He slides your shorts back on. You smile tiredly. He pulls the covers around you and kisses your forhead. "You need anything?" You shake your head.

He changes out of his clothes and into boxers and an old t-shirt. He gets into bed beside you. He pulls you close, and you inhale, taking in his scent. Really, he just smelt like the cologne he wore, but you found it intoxicating. You made a mental note to try and steal the t-shirt he was currently wearing before you went home.

You feel yourself getting tired, but then the events of tonight start replaying in your head. How good he made you feel, how warm you felt when he started taking care of you- then you get a gut-wrenching feeling. You were falling for him. Was this bad? Was this wrong? You can't have a relationship with him. Right...? What would people think? What would London think? What would your dad think? You clear your head for now, realising that Slash most likely thought of this as a one-time thing. You close your eyes and slowly drift off.

Hii I love your fics and I am not sure if I already asked you for one but I wanted a fic where slash is taking care of you while your pregnant or something like that I want it a smut and fluff please

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to) thank you!!

a/n: can you tell i started to rush the smut near the end?....should i do a slash being the best dad ever fic?? i can so see him as a girl dad tbh... the smut part probably isnt really what you wanted tbh but its the best i could do bc having sex while ur pregnant freaks me out but i didnt wanna get rid of the smut completely cuz boring so i found a loophole enjoy ★

warnings: drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal sex 😛, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight begging?

You sigh as you walk into the livingroom. You were 5½ months pregnant, and it wasn't easy. Your boyfriend, Slash, looks up at you from the couch, "what's wrong?" You frown, "I'm so sick of being pregnant!"

Slash sighs and gently pulls you down onto the couch. He looks at you, "is your stomach heavy?" You pout and nod. He frowns, "I'm sorry, baby... but think about this, you only have about 2½ months left, and then you'll get to hold your baby," he smiles, "is that not something to be excited about?"

You sigh. He had a point. You were undoubtedly excited to hold your baby. He could tell you were still upset and in pain, though. He leans closer and rests his chin on your shoulder, "remember how this happened?" He smirks. Your face goes bright as you think about the last time you had sex.

6 months earlier...

You and Slash had just gotten home from a night out, and you were both pretty drunk. You couldn't stop giggling.

Slash presses you against the front door and starts kissing you. You keep giggling against his lips, but then melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck.

He kisses your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking slightly. You hum and your hips buck slightly. He puts his knee between your legs for you to grind on. You moan softly, and he grabs your hips. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pushes your miniskirt up around your hips, then looks up at you, "feeling brave, are we?" He asks teasingly after seeing you weren't wearing panties. You smile, "a little..." Slash gets down on his knees and starts lapping at your folds. You gasp and moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He grips your thighs, spreading them a little more as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

Your moans get louder, and you start grinding against his face. He takes a hand off your thigh and pushes two fingers inside, sucking on your clit. You gasp shakily, "fuck! Slash, please, don't- don't stop!" Your moans get louder and needier as he works his fingers in and out of you faster. You tilt your head back and hold his head down as you squirt all over his face.

He stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. You grab his shirt and pull it off. He lifts you off the counter and turns you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the cold surface against your stomach.

Slash pulls your crop top over your head and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen, and finds you weren't wearing a bra either. He brings his hands around and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching them. He leans down and starts kissing your neck and down your back.

He pulls his pants down, stroking his already hard cock. He grabs your ass and shoves into you. You moan loudly. He starts thrusting at an already fast pace, "I love how responsive you are, baby," he coos. Your hands move around the counter, desperately looking for something to grab, "fuck! Slash, hah- please!" You moan, not really sure what youre asking for.

Slash smirks and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he thrusts into you faster. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "yes, yes, fuck! Yes!" Slash grabs your hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. You feel your legs starting to shake, "I-i'm gonna cum!" He groans, feeling his own release nearing, "cum for me, baby," he says, tilting his head back as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. You moan louder and louder, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll as you squirt down the island.

Slash gently lifts you and starts carrying you to your bedroom. Usually, this would be as far as you could go, and now would be the time Slash took to take care of you and put you to bed. But now, you wanted more.

You start kissing his neck, biting and sucking gently as he carries you to your room. Slash smirks, "what'cha' doing, sweetheart?" You don't reply and keep kissing him. He sets you down on the bed, "I'm not fucking you or touching you again, darling. You're already shaking pretty bad," he coos.

You frown. "Please? I'm still wet..."

Slash groans and pulls you further down the bed by your ankles. You gasp. He leans down, "are you really wet? Are you sure it isn't your cum?" You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, "I'm wet. Please, I want it so bad!" He groans again, feeling his cock getting hard again.

You smile and spread your legs. He leans down and kisses you, then pushes into you. You moan into the kiss, and he slips his tongue past your lips. He starts thrusting at an even faster pace than before.

You start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, a little sooner than expected. You could tell Slash was close too when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You moan loudly, "Slash, fuck! Cum in me! Please!" He lets out a low moan, "yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you like a little bitch?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt on his dick, "yes, yes, fuck! Please! Yes! Cum in me, please!"

Slash groans and tilts his head back, burying himself balls deep as he cums inside you. You pant heavily, feeling overstimulated.

He pulls out and turns to walk to the bathroom. You giggle and slap his ass. He turns back to look at you, "did you just slap my ass?" You giggle again, "I might've..." He sighs and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel something in your stomach. You gasp, "oh- oh! Slash!" He looks at you, startled, "What!? What!? Are you okay!?" You nod, "the baby! It's kicking!" He moves closer, "Really!?" He places a hand on your stomach to feel the baby kicking, "wow, it's kicking pretty hard," he says, then kisses your cheek. You smile and lean into him.

Slash gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. "You feeling okay?" You shrug, "well, my stomach still feels heavy," he chuckles, "well that's expected. Other than that, are you doing okay?"

You nod and nuzzle your face into his chest, "yeah...I think I'm gonna take a nap though," you mumble. Slash kisses your forhead, "you wanna go to bed? I'll come with you." You shake your head, "no, I'm comfortable here." He nods and grabs a blanket, draping it over your body.

Slash carefully wraps his arms around you, "sleep tight, baby."

Rock Star

a/n: ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED ARE STILL HOLE SONGS IM NOT TRYNA STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!! for the sake of this fic and also my sanity were gonna just pretend like courtney love doesnt exist and that the reader is basically courtney love only not as problematic idk how to describe this...i know i couldve lit just made up a band but im uncreative and i love hole and hole writes the best songs ever and plus it makes sense to me bc i love slash and im also literally a modern courtney love. this is such a weird fic its also shorter than i wanted but whateva

enjoy ★

warnings: none its fluff 🤍

You and Slash had been dating for a while, and you both knew quite a lot about each other, however, there was one thing that Slash didn't know about you.

You were in a band called 'Hole', in fact, it was your band. You loved your band because it was the easiest way for you to express your feelings, especially considering how hard you found expressing them in other ways. You had thought about sharing this with Slash, because you knew he also struggled with expressing his emotions and that he used his guitar to do it, but you weren't sure if he would like the style of your music.

You knew it was ridiculous because Slash loved music and he encouraged everyone to make music in a way that feels true to them. You also knew that even if he didn't like the sound, he would still support you anyway. You still had your doubts though, so you decided not to tell him.

However, that would change tonight.

It was a Saturday and Slash and Duff decided to go out to some bars and get drunk. You were fine with that because you had a gig that night anyway. What you had failed to realise, however, was that your gig was at Whiskey a Go Go. Slash practically lived there.

You and the rest of your band were just finishing setting up, and you had excitement coursing through your veins.

You all walked on and then you spotted Slash's big head of hair in the crowd. You panicked a little, but he wasn't facing the band, he was at the bar talking to Duff. You take a deep breath and pretend he isn't there. You take a step closer to the mic and speak, "this song's about a jerk. I hexed him, now hes losing his hair," then start playing your most popular song, 'Violet'. Unlike most bands, you like to get your most popular songs out of the way first.

As soon as you spoke into the mic, Slash turned his head, instantly recognising your voice. He questions himself, thinking maybe he's just too drunk.

He turns to Duff, "hey, man, does that look like Y/N to you?" Duff looks up at you, "yeah, actually. Sure as hell sounds like her anyways." Slash doesn't reply, instead his entire focus is on you.

Throughout your set, you play your more popular songs, 'Violet', 'Celebrity Skin', 'Doll Parts', 'Petals', some of your more underground songs, 'Babydoll', 'Nobody's Daughter', 'Reasons To Be Beautiful', 'Awful', and even some unreleased songs, 'Over The Edge', 'Dicknail', 'Seasons Of The Witch', 'I'm So High', and 'Beautiful Son'.

Throughout your entire set, Duff had talked nonstop to Slash, clearly not realising that he wasn't listening. He was too mesmerised by your singing and your playing. He had always found female guitarists sexy, and finding out he was dating one excited him.

He admired how you talked to the crowd, how messy yet so well put together your songs were, how your voice could change from soft and sweet to loud and raspy.

In a way, your vocals reminded him of Axl's because of how high and low you could both go. However, he didn't find Axl's vocals angelic like yours. He wanted you to continue playing forever, but he was also so excited to talk to you about your band.

When your set was done, you walked off and Slash pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to get to you. Duff followed behind, not wanting to be left alone.

Slash grabbed your arm and you panicked, but relaxed seeing it was just him. "That was sick as fuck," Duff said, casually. Slash stared down at you before starting to ramble uncontrollably, "Holy shit, Y/N! That was fucking incredible! You sounded absolutely amazing and it was so raspy yet so soft and so loud yet quiet and the way you play and the way you move when you play is just so satisfying! How come you never told me you were in a band!? This is the best thing I've found out about you, and your music is clearly written and sang with such complex emotions and your lyrics are so raw and intense and your songs sound so messy yet put together so well and, and, I just, I'm at a total loss for words, I love you -" He cuts himself off.

Your eyes widen and even Duff turns his head to look at Slash. "What!?" Both you and Duff say at the same time. Slash stays quiet for a second.

"I love you," he repeats.

Duff stares at him like he's crazy. Your eyes soften and you smile, "I love you too," you say. You knew you loved him early in your relationship, but you were too scared to tell him.

He smiles and he grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, smiling against his lips.

He pulls away, clearly too excited to handle. "I'm assuming that wasn't all your songs in that set?" You giggle and shake your head. "Okay, we have to go home right now!" You tilt your head, "what, why?" Slash looks at you with a look as if you were being unreasonable, "because you have to play me every one of your songs! I've got to hear all of them! And how you wrote them, and why you wrote them, and when, and -"

You grab his hands, "okay, okay," you say, giggling at how excited he was, "I'll show you everything, okay?" His eyes light up, "oh my God, my girlfriend's a rockstar, I'm dating a rockstar!" He says, excitedly, as if he wasn't a famous guitarist himself.

Since learning about your band, Slash did everything he could to promote it, especially considering the fact Guns was starting to get more and more famous. He would do things like talking about your band at shows, in interviews, covering some of your songs and even having your band do some openings for Guns. Your band started to get famous too, and occasionally, you and Slash would have your own shows, playing a mix of Hole, Guns, Snakepit and even some songs you had wrote together.

I'll take care of you

a/n: mightve projected a little in this one 🦈enjoy ★

warnings: i think this counts as fluff?depression, mentions of scars, showering together (no smut)

You and Slash had been dating a while. It wasn't really casual, but it definitely wasn't serious either. Or at least you were both too afraid to admit you wanted a serious relationship. You both knew a lot about each other, but you found it far more meaningful that he knew so much about you than he did.

You had suffered with depression for a while, even before meeting Slash, and it was starting to get worse, and Slash noticed.

He noticed the more obvious things, like the scars on your body, and he noticed the less obvious things, like your growing lack of sleep. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and Slash noticed the change immediately. At first, he thought you just needed time alone, but the more time passed, the more worried he got.

It was 11PM and you weren't even sure what day it was. You had only checked the time because someone was banging on your front door. You got up after a while of hoping they would give up and go away.

You opened the door, and Slash's voice rang through your ears, "where the hell have you -" he cut himself off mid sentence when he saw just how awful you looked. "Baby..?"

You don't bother to look at him. You can't even bring yourself to be nice, "what do you want?" He looks hurt, but he reminds himself that you're sick and need help. He lets himself inside your apartment and closes the door behind him, "I've been so worried about you..."

You shrug. He sighs, "I haven't seen you in at least a month..." You stay quiet and he sighs again.

"When was the last time you ate?" You stay quiet. "Alright...when was the last time you got proper sleep?" You stay quiet still. He takes a step closer to you, "Baby, I'm really worried about you." You look down.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. For some reason, this makes you break down crying. He holds you tighter, "shhh...It's okay...I'm here," he says softly. He picks you up and carries you into your bathroom. "You think you can take a shower for me?" You sniffle and nod, even though in your head you were repeatedly saying no. He turns the shower on and starts taking off your clothes, making sure to be gentle.

When you're completely naked, he starts taking his own clothes off, knowing you might need some help. He walks you into the shower and lets your hair get wet.

He grabs the shampoo and starts scrubbing your hair with it, rinsing it, then repeating. "Close your eyes, okay? I don't want to get soap in your eyes," he says. You tilt your head back and close your eyes. Even though you had been putting off showering, it was nice having him do this for you. It made you realise just how much he cared about you.

Once he finishes rinsing the soap from your body, he grabs a big towel and wraps it around you, a smaller towel for himself and an even smaller towel for your hair. "Do you feel any better?" You nod, "a little," you mumble. He smiles and walks you into your bedroom. He sits you down on the bed and goes over to your dresser, grabbing clean underwear and a t-shirt (which happened to be one of his).

He helps you dry off and get dressed, then he grabs a brush and starts brushing your wet hair out. "Do you want me to dry it?" You shake your head. "Do you want to dry it?" You shake your hear again. He rests his chin on your shoulder, "are you sure? You could get sick..." You lean into him, "I do it all the time. I'll be fine," he kisses your cheek and looks at the clock. 12AM. "You need to get some sleep," he says softly.

You want to protest. You hadn't been able to sleep in so long. But you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, and you also knew it would be easier with him there.

He helps you into bed and pulls the blanket up around you. He cleans up your room a little, then drys himself off and pulls on some clean sweatpants he found in your drawer. They were his. He chuckles softly and crawls into bed beside you.

He could tell you were starting to overthink, and he also knew that you were still struggling. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, "don't worry about anything right now, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear. You were slowly starting to fall asleep. You were right. It was easier in his arms. He made you feel loved, and he made you feel safe.

"Just get some rest, I'll take care of you."

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

CHAPTER 4 | MR. BROWNSTONE.

w.c. 4k

tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it's the late 1980s), cussing, physical & mental abuse dynamic, PTSD induced panic attack, childhood trauma, mentions of familial abuse, heroin consumption via injection, mentions of needles, mentions of relapsing, mentions of nausea. if there is anything else needed to be added, let me know!

a/n. oh boy. this is a TOUGH one. poor jackie ;-; as someone who has struggled with addiction, PTSD, and panic attacks i really hope i portrayed all the feelings well. if any of you are struggling, please shoot me a dm or ask. i will always listen. i love you all! take care and i hope you enjoy this weeks dosage of ‘patience’!

taglist. @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses, @tranquilitybasegrunge.

you can find chapter two on wattpad and AO3, linked under the respective platforms aforementioned.

last two previous chapters:

chapter two: terror n' tinseltown - wattpad and AO3.

chapter three: kill 'em all - wattpad and AO3.