#saul hudson fanfic

[rockthingsbymeg]

Cupcake

Pairing: Slash | Saul Hudson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Small, domestic moment with Slash

Info/TW:  Based on Slash's birthday post for Meegan where he calls her cupcake; Fluff and brief smut [fingering and handjob]; 1728 words

AN: I have requests to get to, and longer stories I still want to work on, but I couldn't help myself from writing this silly one-shot. Opportunity was too good to pass up. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N fiddled with her home keys outside the door to her dingy apartment, the weight of the day pulling down her eyelids and slowing down even the most common tasks. Her shoulders were stiff and she reeked of booze and sweat from the bar she worked at all day, and all she wanted was to get inside, take a shower and let the water wash away her soreness.

Truth to be told, what she really wanted was her boyfriend to cuddle with her on a couch with a movie in the background, but she knew it was very unlikely he was home. He tended to be out with his band, partying, and whenever she could she would join, but tonight was definitely not one of those times.

As the door finally unlocked and allowed her in, Y/N sighed in relief as she stepped inside, muffling out the slightest bit of the busy L.A. traffic.

When she closed the door behind herself, however, Y/N stopped in her tracks, the sight of an unopened pizza box on her counter waiting for her, and the sound of her speakers, although as low as it possibly could, playing an old Aerosmith record.

A smile instantly overtook her tired face as she quickly hung her coat in the small rack, took off her sneakers, and made her way to her bedroom, gently pushing the ajar door fully open and stepping in.

"I thought you'd be out with the guys." She said with a wide smile clear in her voice, kneeling on the bed and crawling all the way up to her boyfriend's lap, who had a magazine serving as a base for a paper he was drawing on.

Slash was quick to drop the sketch aside to warmly welcome his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a quick kiss at the base of her neck, before switching to a longer, passionate one on her lips.

He pulled away after a bit, smiling back at her as he stroked her lower back with open palms. "Didn't feel like going out. I wanted to be with you."

Y/N's heart swelled and melted all at once inside her chest at his words and soft tone, reaching her hands to the base of his scalp and carding them through his hair, letting her nails scrape him gently as she leaned in for another kiss.

"Come shower with me? I wanna get the smell of sweat and booze off of me." She offered, leaning back as she broke the kiss and stared into Slash's dark eyes.

Slash nodded rather than answering with words, and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, sliding to the edge of the bed and lifting her up with him. Y/N was quick to help and wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers still gently scraping and rubbing his scalp.

Slash was quick and careful to get her to the small bathroom they shared, setting her down on the sink counter and turning away to get the water warming up.

Y/N managed to take off her shirt before Slash's arms were around her again and he was kissing her, hands now further up on her back, doing a quick work of her bra and dropping it to the floor.

He pulled her to the edge of the sink, keeping their bodies as close as he could, loving the way her skin felt against his just as much as she did. Slash let his mouth leave hers and travel down her neck, settling for the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, kissing and gently sucking on it.

Y/N allowed herself to relax and lean her head back, although her hands stayed busy as they undid the laces on Slash's leather pants, pulling them down as the knots loosened, and letting her hands stroke the unusually soft skin of his hips.

As steam began clouding the bathroom around them, Y/N slid herself off the counter, feeling Slash's hands immediately take the lead and undo her jeans. He kneeled down as he pulled them off, kissing his way down her body, dark eyes glistening from under his wild curls.

Her underwear followed suit, and despite what Y/N originally thought, Slash didn't hold her back any longer, guiding her under the shower's hot stream of water, following closely after his own pants were off.

He pulled the curtain behind himself as Y/N reached for the shampoo, dropping some on her hands and taking them to her head.

She felt Slash lean over her and reach for the soap bar, lathering up his hands before he began rubbing them across her body, gently massaging her muscles and helping her relax more quickly.

She didn't pay it much mind at first, as it was not the first time they did this, but when she felt Slash's hand come to a stop on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, she couldn't help the smirk on her lips, feeling his hot breath mingling with hers in what she knew was a smirk as well.

"You really were keeping things too innocent." Y/N teased, not resisting the urge to gently rub her hips back and forth, making his finger drag through her folds.

Slash placed his free hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb in circles. "I don't know what you're talking about." He teased back, dropping a kiss to her lips and playfully nibbling her lower lip.

"Sure you don't." Y/N said as she let the water meet her hair again, washing away the shampoo as Slash's hand continued working.

She opened her eyes as the water ran down her hair, looking into Slash's. He eyed her hungrily, yet lovingly, and she could never get enough of that look, one he gave her so often when they were together.

His fingers were relentless but didn't lose the softness which they had touched her with so far. He was rubbing long, slow circles on her clit, feeling her arousal slowly mixing with the water running down their bodies.

Y/N eventually let her eyes slip closed again, letting her head tilt back and losing herself in the rough, calloused fingers pleasuring her. She brought her arms up and around his neck, bringing their bodies closer and giving herself more stability, leaning her weight on Slash's body and feeling his pace pick up.

His name slipped past her lips, drawn out and heavy with pleasure as it reached his ears, and Slash used the moment her body went compliant under his touch to push her up against the shower wall, capturing her mouth to swallow the gasp from the cold wall meeting her back.

She offered no resistance as he touched and moved her as he pleased, simply letting herself savor his touch. Her own hand came into play as well, moving down to wrap around his hardened dick and slowly stroking it up and down, her grip just tight enough the way he liked it.

As Slash pulled away from the kiss and was about to pull her back on his arms so he could keep her pressed against the shower wall, a loud grumble resonated in the bathroom, straight from her belly.

Y/N's head tilted down to stare at her own stomach in surprise and betrayal, while Slash couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "How about we carry this out after dinner? Got you your favorite pizza and it might still be a bit warm."

Despite how amazing Slash's hands on her were feeling, Y/N couldn't deny how good pizza sounded. Especially not with her stomach growling like that.

"I think that may be a good call." She chuckled as well, giving him one last kiss.

Y/N moved back under the water stream and made sure all soap was out of her body, while Slash quickly washed as well and did the same.

Y/N grabbed herself a towel and wrapped it around her body, stepping out of the shower and doing quick work of drying off. She wrapped another towel around her hair, a smaller one, and sat on the counter as Slash turned off the water and dried himself off as well.

Once he was finished, Y/N put her hand on his and led him to the kitchen, where they took the pizza box before moving to the living room.

Slash turned on MTV as they prepared to eat, Y/N already grabbing a slice and laying back, while he did the same and laid with his back to her, head resting on her chest, so he could easily peer up at her.

Y/N groaned at the first bite, her stomach once again rumbling. "This shit's so good..."

Slash chuckled at her visible delight and began eating his own slice, his left hand resting on her thigh, sliding through the skin that the towel failed to hide.

Y/N's free hand rested on his wild curls, nails scratching the top of his head softly as they relaxed together.

They ate the rest of the pizza in silence, entertained by the cuddles and whatever MTV was playing.

As Y/N finished the last slice, she gently prompted Slash to turn to her, offering him a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks for this, baby."

Slash smiled warmly down at her, his hands still caressing her legs gently. "You're welcome, cupcake."

The nickname took Y/N by surprise, and she couldn't help the chuckle that slipped off her lips. "Cupcake?"

Slash's face took less than a second to start turning red, his eyes turning away from hers and one of his hands moving to the hem of her towel, fidgeting with a loose string. "Well- it's just-"

Y/N gently shushed him off with a kiss, not wanting him to feel bad for the nickname. "I like it, baby, don't worry." She assured him with a soft stroke to the cheek. "Just took me by surprise, it's all."

Slash leaned up to hide his face on the crook of her neck, his cheeks still warm with embarrassment, but calmer and no longer doubting his words. "I'm glad..." Was all he said before his lips met her skin, tender but once again hungry, inhaling the smell of her freshly showered skin.

Y/N leaned her head back, relaxing in her safe heaven, thanking her lucky stars once more for putting Slash in her life.

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Thank you so much for reading. Likes, reblogs, comments and any kind of way you show me you liked this are endlessly appreciated💛

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[skinomyteethh]

I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch

﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader

★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3

★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.

★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.

he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.

his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.

[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.

he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.

'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.

his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.

a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.

throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.

he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.

slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.

with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.

a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.

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[iheartjameshetfield]

CAN WE GET A SLASH AND JAMES THREESOME VISUAL 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

YES WE CAN 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

i’m not even gonna bother with how they got into this situation and just get straight into this story, buckle up.

james was standing by the edge of the bed, palming himself through his boxers while slash grinds himself against your naked cunt behind you on the bed.

you were practically panting like a dog, almost begging for james’ and slash’s cocks to be inside you in any way. you grind back against slash as you place kisses on james’ shaft over his underwear.

“god, she’s so fuckin’ eager to be stuffed” james would cup his hand over your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb as you already start to suck on it.

“she’s a slut, is what she is. she’s fucking dripping down her thighs.” slash comments, unexpectedly gathering your wetness with his fingers, causing you to gasp.

his hands connect with your ass, spreading them open so that he can easily sink into you with a breathy moan. james was quick to pull his underwear down, slapping his dick against your face as you pathetically open your mouth, needing him to fuck your face.

“oh, you want it?” he basically mocks you, laughing as your eyes beg.

he wastes no time to fuck that cute mouth of yours, easing himself in. you gag, quickly pulling yourself off of him to cough.

“don’t be a baby. you can take it.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you over him, not caring about your protests to give you a minute to breathe as you gag and splutter, your drool making a mess over his balls as it drips down his thighs.

both slash thrust at the same time as if they want to meet in the middle, causing you to feel so full. slash rests on his heels so he could have a better view of your pussy swallowing him up, making him shudder.

“you love being our little cockslut? huh? fuck yeah you do, can feel you squeezin’ me, shit.”

slash reaches around and starts to rub tight circles on your clit, stimulating you. you writhe underneath them, your moans vibrating through james’ cock, adding to his pleasure. for a while, he helps you bob your head over him, but then he just can’t handle it anymore.

he grabs your face with his hands, thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, using your throat as a fleshlight. your thighs begin to tremble, not being to handle any more as you start to feel a familiar knot in your abdomen.

“she’s close, i can feel it.” slash comments, causing you to nod your head in agreement as james continues to use your mouth. “gonna cum so deep in you, yeah?”

you start to fuck back against slash, needing your release. slash speeds up his ministrations on your clit, determined to get you and himself to each other’s climaxes.

“come on, pretty girl, cum for me.” you moan at his words as you shatter, your sticky cum trickling down as slash fucks you through your orgasm. his own rips in when you clench him repeatedly, the tightness making it hard for him to hold back as he cums in hot spurts inside of you.

james can feel his own orgasm approaching, a certain tightness becoming to much for him to hold in. you pushed your face into him, your nose against his pubic bone as he stills inside you. he brings his hand to your neck and quickly strokes himself through your throat, bringing him to his orgasm as he empties his load into you, his cum sliding from your lips.

you bring one of your hands up to james’ thigh, squeezing it as a way to tell him that you couldnt handle it anymore and that you needed a break.

as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled away as you fall into a fit of coughs, your body giving out as you lay limp on the bed. you let out tiny humps to help you with your aftershocks as you calm down.

“thank you” you croak out, your voice coarse from the throat-fucking

“oh, we’re not done yet.” slash claims as if it were obvious, causing you to let out a dumb ‘huh’

“come on. be a good girl and turn around for us.” james orders as you stare at him dumbfounded.

slash pats your thigh to hurry you up. with trembling thighs and shaky arms, you manage to push yourself up, turning around so that you’d be face to face with slash’s hard cock and your ass would be facing james.

james delivers a harsh slap to your ass, causing it to turn a bright pink as you whine. slash gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he guides himself into your mouth. your jaw hurts from when james had used you just moments ago.

you take a deep breath through your nose when james slips into you so easily, your cunt not being able to handle anymore friction, but they didn’t care. you were there for their pleasure and their pleasure only.

you let them use you since you really didn’t have the energy to stop them. you swirl your tongue around slash’s tip as you deep-throat him as you shoot him your best puppy eyes look, causing him to groan and curse.

“oh, you can do better than that. faster.” slash commands.

this catches james attention. he leans over you, his chest on your back as he moves your head over slash’s cock, matching it with the speed of his thrusts.

“atta girl, just like that.” he praises when he lets go of you, seeing you continue to pleasure slash this way. the smacking of your ass against james’ thighs and the wet sounds coming from your cunt is what spurs them on.

with each thrust, james goes harder, determined to make you cum again. you feel his balls slapping against your clit, causing your second orgasm to approach you even quicker than before from the overstimulation. your repeated moans and whimpers sends slash into a frenzy, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

he quickly pulls out, stroking himself over your face as you stick out your tongue. you and slash’s moans mingle together, the two of you racing to see who’ll finish first.

the both of you cum in hot spurts, you over james’ cock and slash on your face and tongue. the sight was enough to send james over the edge too. right before he cums, he pulls out to flip you on your back, wanting to mark you.

he forces your thighs open as he strokes his dick over your soaked pussy, your cum-covered, fucked out state sending him over the edge. he watches as his cum blends perfectly with yours’ and slash’s from previously, spreading your folds to watch them leak out.

“so fuckin beautiful.” james compliments.

“you did so good for us, yeah?” slash would trike your hair as you attempt to calm down.

i feel like it was such an abrupt ending but what more can i add? 💀

I NEED THEM

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Long Ride p.1

A/n: I had this idea a few days ago and just really wanted to write it for other people who might enjoy it, full disclosure I wrote part of this in a room full of people and was panicking during that so there's a part I feel is significantly lower quality than the rest lmao I hope you enjoy is nonetheless and if you have any requests let me know and I'll be happy to write for it :3

Warnings: Smut, car sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, age gap, I think that's it but if you catch anything I missed please let me know :3

Link to part 2

The streets of L.A. where you lived with your boyfriend, Slash, were always so lively. Every turn led to a new version of the city and it amazed you everyday. Except for today.

You stared out the window as all the streets passed you by and it wasn’t the same. You weren’t passing through all the fun party spots, you weren’t heading to some neat studio. All honesty you had no idea where Slash was taking you, all you knew was that the buildings were all boring and bland and it was driving you nuts.

Slash had the radio on low, playing some oldies songs and you enjoyed the music. It bled into the background so you could at least distract yourself with your thoughts.

Letting your mind run while you sat there with nothing much better to do was great until your mind began wandering in... other directions.

Soon your thoughts trailed away from what the rest of your day was going to look to what Slash’s fingers would feel like inside of you. You knew the answer, of course, but the idea was more than intriguing right now.

You reached for Slash’s hand. Thinking you just wanted to hold his hand he happily accepted the touch and held your hand right back, giving it a small squeeze. You smiled at his hand, long, thick fingers entangled between your own, slimmer ones. His big rings causing an uncomfortable heat to form between your legs.

You bit your lip and pulled his hand to your thigh. Slash quickly glanced at you but then kept his attention on the road. “What are you doing?” He asked in that sweet soft and raspy voice of his.

“Nothing.” You answered as you began sliding your shorts down. Slash looked at you again and gave a quick slap to your hand when he saw what you were doing.

“I have to get to a meeting, what are you doing?” You bit your lip again at his stern tone.

“Come on, it’ll be fine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’ll do all the work, I just need your hand.” You told him and pulled your shorts further down your thighs. Slash shook his head at you but didn’t protest any further. He took the rings off his fingers and dropped them into the cup holder so they wouldn’t get in the way for you.

Once you got your shorts off along with your underwear you took his hand and brought it to your clit, waiting for him to circle it like he normally would. Only he didn’t. His hand lay there limply in yours. You looked up at him with a pout, to which he responded by shaking his head again. “You wanted to be a big girl and do it yourself, so do it yourself.” He said with a shit eating grin that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You scoffed at him, but he was right. You said you’d do it yourself and you would do it yourself. Using his hand.

Slowly you pushed one of his fingers into you, you were already soaked so it wasn’t hard. Unlike Slash who had a very visible tent in his jeans.

Slash stuck to his words and wasn’t moving his hand at all, not even curling his fingers. Nothing. So it was up to you to roll your hips to get some friction going.

You ground against his hand, pumping just the one finger in and out of your hole until you were ready for another, the familiar stretch drawing a whine from you. Slash kept driving as if nothing was happening. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you fucked yourself on his hand, loud moans ripping from your throat, mostly in an attempt to get him to do something.

While you were riding his hand you were touching yourself, trying to mimic the way Slash always does when you’re watching movies. Lazily but with a sense of urgency, teasing you then giving you exactly what you had been begging for in the most intense degree. I didn’t matter, it was the same. Even so, you were still getting close with whatever it was you were doing right.

The familiar knot built back up in your gut, your eyes crossed as it was about to burst. You had the seat pushed back, your legs were parted as far as you could get them in the seat without bothering Slash as he drove along his way.

You clenched around Slash and your back arched but before you actually hit your release he pulled his hand away, taking any pleasure you’d derived from it as well. You whined loudly and sat up, looking at Slash with a pout and teary eyes. “Why would you do that?” You asked, still playing with your clit in a desperate attempt to feel something again.

“I don’t need you making a mess in my car.” He stated bluntly. You glanced around again at all the boring buildings and landscapes as you drove past them. You whined and tried to get yourself off on your own hands, rubbing your clit, pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You couldn’t help but cry, it wasn’t the same without him. No matter what you did, if you curled your fingers, if you went faster, it didn’t matter. That knot was no longer there, not waiting to burst.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, soft sobs left you as you desperately attempted to get yourself over the edge that just seemed to be moving further and further away.

Slash pulled into a parking lot. There were no other cars in the small space, the building attached to the lot was very obviously abandoned with broken windows and it was covered in art. You watched Slash get out of the car and come around to your side. He opened the door and stared down at you. “Get out.” He ordered.

“What? Why?” You asked, your voice weak and shaky still. Slash let out a heavy sigh before reaching over you and unbuckling your seatbelt. You quickly pulled your shorts back up but you didn’t have time to do them up as Slash pulled you out of the car. He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you towards the abandoned building.

You kept looking around as you went, looking for anyone around or any sign of what he was doing. Just something, anything. Slash led you to the alley between the abandoned building and whatever the other place was beside it. It was gross and stank from the industrial garbage bin shoved in there.

Slash shoved you against one of the brick walls, a place where you were mostly hidden by the garbage. He got your shorts off again then pulled himself out of his jeans.

He pushed between your thighs, using your slick as lube. “Happy now?” He asked, his voice harsh in your ear. You whined softly and nodded. Slash scoffed and shook his head. “Fucking bitch.” He mumbled as he aligned himself with you before pushing all the way in with one thrust. You let out a moan as he slid in, hitting your sweet spot as he did so. Slash’s hands gripped your hips, you were sure to find bruises later.

Slash didn’t wait for you to adjust and started thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. Your jaw was slack as whines and moans left you like a second language. He hit deep inside of you while his fingers went to work on your clit, rubbing aggressive circles over the sensitive nub. He bit and sucked your neck, leaving dark marks leading down to your shoulder.

That familiar knot built up in your gut and finally you felt like you could hit your release. “Fuck, Slash-Slash, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out. Slash didn’t stop, he didn’t say anything. Your legs buckled and shook underneath you, the only thing keeping your standing were Slash’s arms around you. After teasing and abusing your poor hole Slash let you cum and you squirted all over the brick wall and concrete ground, soaking your shorts and beneath you as well.

Slash pulled out and slapped your ass. “Better now?” He grumbled as he did his pants up. You turned to look at him and leaned back against the wall. Your breathing was heavy, there was a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Your gaze wandered up and down the man before you.

“You-you didn’t finish.” You mumbled, looking at his crotch. Slash nodded and threw his arm over your shoulder again so he could lead you back to the car.

“I have a meeting to get to.” He said, rubbing your arm. “I’ll finish dealing with you afterwards.” He opened the passenger door for you and reached over to buckle you in, slapping your thigh as he pulled away and closed the door.

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[lolamarlowe65]

Slash x reader

“𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮.”

“She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day slash), smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slash’s feral internal dialogue, cursing, smoking, rough stuff, grown girls stuff <33

4.6k words

AO3 link

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y/n pov

I started to work as a staff member for Guns n’Roses a few months ago. Everything is great as fuck. The music, the job, the mood all around the band. In overall, everything is going well. My relationships with the band members were super friendly and they made me feel quickly as if I was part of the gang. But there is one thing. One person. Him. Slash. The moment I started my job here he immediately started teasing me. Nothing big. He tells me how much of a weird chick I am, he gives me smug smiles anytime he sees me as a way of saying “here comes the freak”. It has never felt as if he hates me or anything, it just amuses him to see me rolling my eyes to his puns. When I first discovered Slash, I admit that I developed a crush on him, you know the “rockstar crush”. I didn’t start to work here for that, but seeing him almost everyday was definitely a plus, well, if he didn’t drive me crazy with his provocations. It is a plus, yes, but I actually never thought of trying anything with him. I am a younger chick in whom he’d see no interest, apart from a way of having fun. I wouldn’t mind but that would be too complicated to manage with this job. Honestly, most of the time, his jokes make me laugh. I look at him with a pissed off grin and say “haha” or I stick out my tongue. It became a game between us. To the words of Duff “leave the girl alone man”. Apparently, Slash doesn’t listen to his best friend’s advice because he never stops. If we weren’t so different or if I knew him a little better I would say he’s flirting with me. “What a weird chick you are.” sounds like a love declaration coming from a man with such an attraction for creepy stuff. I do think about it as flirting sometimes. Mostly the days when I'm not in the mood for his jokes I imagine he’s flirting with me, helps me to not actually kill him. Being with a man like him wouldn’t bother me, actually, I would love it. He isn’t only hot and cool. He is interesting, passionate, peaceful but wild and genuinely beautiful. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside.

I am a person that’s pretty impulsive. When I feel frustrated, I will go for it, even if it means breaking my own promises. I try to hold myself back, but I have no desire to be perfect. I smoke, I have a high body count, anger issues, I keep doing the same shits over and over again and failing. But I also have skills that I don’t hide, I am strong minded and the way I see it : it has never really helped me with my relationships to people. Especially men. Labeling me “weird chick” is not original Saul. I’m sure most women are like me. But the world doesn’t see it I guess.

Today, I am not in the mood. We’ve got some problems with the gears, the venue isn’t ready and my hormones are working on me. Everything in me is boiling, every emotion. I can manage my emotions and impulses, hormones are not an excuse to be an asshole. But in this type of job, you have to take a lot of shit from people you don’t like so the band themselves don’t have to. Granted, they had to confront them in order to make their band what it is today but man, this isn’t easy. So, as for today, frustration will be my motto. One person pisses me off, I will send them to their grave.

As if it wasn’t enough, we’ve asked me to bring some guitar gear in Slash’s backstage room. I have purposely avoided him since the start of my shift, which is not easy when you are working for him. So far it seems to work, changing hallways last minute, not going to the crowded places and most importantly, his backstage room. From the glimpses of him I saw thorough the day I could tell you how beautiful he looked. He always does, but today it’s working on me. Which is frustrating me even more because I want to see him as much as I want to avoid him. His style didn’t change much from any other day, the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the hat and one of those shirts he has the secret of. It’s just that today is a day where my mind said fuck off to any type of morals I may try to have and I have to manage it as best as I can.

Before going into his backstage room, I made sure he wasn’t around. As I enter the room and leave his gear I can’t help but stop in front of the mirror before heading out. I contemplate my reflection, my eyes lingering over my body. The sadder part with those days is that I feel like I can’t and will never be understood or loved. This doesn’t bother me the majority of the time because it’s probably true and I have made peace with it a long time ago. My emotions are on the verge on days like those, so I let myself grief this fact. I wouldn’t say I look beautiful. I wouldn’t say I am satisfied with my life right now. Even if it is going slowly in the right direction. I let out a tear thinking of all this and whip it away quickly.

“- Looking good y/n, trying to cosplay a zombie?” Slash laughs.

Shit. Just what I fucking needed.

“- Not today Saul.” i answer, rolling my eyes.

He is standing right behind me, I can see his smug smile and I know his eyes are playful even if they are hidden behind sunglasses.

“- Wow, Saul? Did somebody give you food after midnight?” he jokes.

I turn around and look at him with defiant eyes. He needs to be teached a lesson. You don’t piss y/n off like that. Slash or not Slash. I don’t know what I am about to do, but that’s definitely going to be interesting.

“- Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that your teasing game might piss me off?” i ask, sassily.

“- And what are you going to do about it?” he teases, again, big smile on his lips.

“- Well… I could do that.” i say in a provocative tone.

I slowly wrap my fingers around the sides of his sunglasses and remove them off his face. I let them fall on the floor. I want to stay defiant to his eyes, I want to keep holding his gaze. Being nice and clean, putting away his sunglasses nicely is not in my scenario today. There’s a look I have never seen on him before. A fire in his eyes. He holds my gaze as hard as I hold his. My breath becomes heavier as I approach my lips dangerously to his. I can feel his chest go up and down heavily. It’s working.

“- See. Pretty annoying right?” i smile.

Fuck. The swift of breath from his lips too close to my smile is actually going to drive ME crazy. What an ass. Making me feel this way. I must stay focused. He smiles back at me, hinting his approval. He understood that we entered a game and he is letting me play. Let’s see how much I can push him before I make him mad. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for my next move. I step back and close the door. I remark that Slash is studying me, looking at my body, his stare lingering over my ass and hips. At this instant, the teasing game turned into lust.

I breathe heavily, getting him to stare back into my eyes.

“- Careful where your eyes linger big boy.” i incite, biting my lower lip.

I approach him again, purposely making him take a step back in the direction of the couch behind him.

“- I could also do that.” i smirk.

I grab his crotch. His cock hardens immediately at my grip. My pussy gets wet at this simple touch. I didn’t know how much teasing and keeping a person on edge could make me feel that much desire. Or maybe it’s Slash. Probably both, this raw, pure, lustful desire. Everything in my head is torn apart and I question everything. Did he start teasing just for fun or was he trying to hold back everything I am about to unleash right now. Was it his way of making me a part of his life? And why didn’t he make me understand this obvious desire we have for each other earlier. Fuck. I need him.

I hear him groan and get even bigger in the cup of my hand. I push him on the couch. A big guy like him wouldn’t flinch from a light push from me. I’m not weak but I did not push him very strongly. He let himself be pushed, waiting for my next move. His legs are spread and I take a seat on one of his thighs.

“- I don’t know what you want from me Saul, but I will take what I want. Is that okay?” i ask languorously.

He doesn’t talk, he just bops his head with an audacious smile, answering affirmatively to my question.

“- Good.” i chuckle.

I dispose my lips on his neck. Biting slightly making sure to leave all the spots my lips went to stay wet with my taste. I start kissing his face, all the spots I can, expect his lips, leaving him on edge, teasing him. As I do just that, I start rubbing my clothed cunt against his thigh. I feel him gasp, both for the frustration on his lips and in his pants. I leave a mark in his neck, right under his ear only for me to go above and nip alternatively on both his ears.

“- Mmmh… Fuck.” i curse in between moans.

I rub against his thigh ruthlessly, my thrusts are short but harsh and my pleasure grows more and more. My back arch and I end up using my hands to support myself on his shoulders. I throw my head back and I hear Slash groan. A frustrated groan, making me even more thrilled. Knowing that at this right moment I own him just for my only pleasure makes me even more horny. His thigh is so comfortable, imagining how his pretty cock must be almost brings me to my release.

It’s getting harder for me to hold on. I don’t want him to touch me, I want to keep him on his limit so I take it upon myself and rub as good as I can on his leg.

“- Saul! Fuck that’s good!” i cry.

I pant heavily and I feel my jeans getting soaked with my cum. My legs shake and squeeze around Saul’s leg and my cheeks are all blushed with my effort.

I won.

Slash looks like he is about to explode. Good for him. He looks mesmerized and embittered. That’s what you get for being a little bitch like that. A wild mess lost in his thought. What a magnificent view.

I kiss his lips very quickly and lightly before smiling while putting myself together. Even if this kiss was quick, I had never felt such soft comfortable lips.

“- See. That’s what you get for teasing me.” i playfully say, getting off him.

Saul stays still on the couch, his eyes on fire and I walk toward the door, happy to have pushed his limit, ready to resist his game.

Slash pov

What a fucking bitch. A beautiful mess, out of breath and still taking away mine. She is lighting herself a cigarette. Like she is gonna get away with this. I can’t hold on anymore, I have to make her mine. I have to have her all for me, I have to fuck her and make her come again but this time around my cock. I have to make her my girl.

Truth is, ever since she started working here she drives me crazy. She is one of those women that don’t give a shit. She has no mind about being perfect, she’s completely detached from reality, she does her things and she doesn’t take shit. She’s a weird chick some might say, but I absolutely adore creepy shits. Her wilderness and emotions are always so honest. I have held back for the past few months because she’s much younger than me. I’ve never felt as if I was worth dating a chick like her and I was sure she would say no. I’d rather tease her and at least have some kind of interactions with her than avoid her all the time.

Before she could open the door I push her against the wall. Her eyes look like a lost puppy. I take the cigarette out of her mouth and throw it in the ashtray on the table. She had all the time she needed to get away, but she stayed here. Back against the wall still high on her orgasm. Watching her pleasuring herself on my thigh was both a torture and delight. I wanted to touch her and make her come with my hands. She refused and left me on edge. The only thought in my head was among the lines of “What a bitch, I want her.” I come back to her and put one of my hands on her waist pushing her more against the wall and the other in her neck, my fingers playing with her jawline. I breathe close to her mouth for a few seconds, teasing her as she did. She seems to take frustration way harder than me because she looks pissed and starved, and this makes me even more out of my mind. I take her lips hungrily, I kiss her, starving for her tongue. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so crazy about her but here she is, moaning in my mouth begging for my tongue to play with hers. Such soft lips. So tender and matching mine perfectly.

“- You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I will not let you get away, so if you wanna go, go now.” i say to her, drunk on her scent.

She moans as I take the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around me. Still against the wall, I wait for her answer while kissing her collarbone.

“- Hmmm… do it.” she almost whispers.

“- Do what?” i tease.

“- For Christ’s sake! Do it! Fuck me fuckhead!” she laments.

“- Your desires are orders madam.” i answer her playfully, smiling in the crook of her neck.

I go back to her mouth, mixing my tongue with hers while I tease her thighs with my hands. I can feel her wet cunt on my lower stomach and her laments desperate to deal with this ache. To hell with it. She deserves it. I rip her thin shirt away to expose her tits to me. She will take my shirt. Fuck it. She doesn’t wear a bra and I can access her perfect tits immediately. I lick and bite them mercilessly, teasing her more and more. I can’t wait to enter her but I just want to hear her beg for me.

“- Saul… mmhm… stop.. mmh… fucking around… mmhm… and fuck me already!” she pants, out of breath.

“- I fucking love the way you curse all the time.” i tell her, biting the skin around her nipple.

I remove her pants and underwear. What a pretty sight. What a pretty cunt. I could make this my meal for the rest of my life. I’d never starve. I put her back against the wall. I want to show her how bad I’ve wanted her for the last months. I want to show her what I wanted to do to her every time she’d pass over me in a hallway. How hungry, how bad I have been craving her. I unbuckle my pants and let my dick free. Her eyes got bigger and she opened her mouth to the view of my hard cock. She looks at it like she got to have a taste of her favorite meal and it drives me crazy. I give her no time to comment before I push her head against the wall kissing her lips as I bury myself deep inside of her. She’s so fucking wet. Fucking hell. I know I’m stretching her out. I can feel it. I love it.

“- SAUL!” she gasps, gripping my back. “It’s so fucking big!”

“- Shh.. I know you can take it. Scream if you need to baby, I don’t give a shit if we hear us.” i answer, moving in and out of her.

I pound into her fast and hard, making her moan each time I shove myself deep into her. She’s so damn hot. She feels so good. That’s it. I’m taking her with me. Her face becomes a mess as she cannot seem to catch her breath correctly. Between kisses, her mouth stays wide open, sometimes, she bites her lips, letting out small whimpers. I love it rough and she’ll love it too. I can tell she already does.

“- Saul… aahh.. that’s fucking good aaahh don’t stop.” she screams.

See? Told you. I give her one last hard pound and lift her up grabbing the back of her thighs. I’m still inside her, my cock hitting her deep every step I take. Her little whines are a melody I am more than happy to work on. She tries her best to hold onto me and makes my hat fall as she moves her arms around my neck. Whatever man, I have been wearing this hat since ages, her, it’s the first time. As I throw her on the couch my dick slips out of her, leaving me without her. What kind of fucking witch is she? Seconds out of her and my cock already misses her cunt.

“- Turn around.” i command, removing my shirt.

She smiles defiantly and executes herself. I waste no time and shove my dick back into her as I push as deep as I can. I keep her head buried in the couch as I mercilessly pound into her. I hear her whimper in pleasure. My mouth next to her ear, laughing, biting it slightly.

“- This is what you fucking get when you’re being a bitch.” i whisper in her ear.

I continue my rough pounding leaving trails of kisses all along her back. I know I’m about to come, how can I not when I’m banging her? Trust me though, I’m far from being finished with her.

“- AAH SAUL! I’M COMING! PLEASE! COME IN ME! FUCKING DO!” i hear her scream, muffled on the couch.

Just what I fucking needed. Hell yeah I will my love.

Not long after I come into her pussy still pounding as I feel her legs shake and her cunt getting tighter. She fucking came all over my cock. Just like I said I wanted her to. I grab her by the hair and bring her to my chest. She turns her head to me. She’s a mess with her hair all over her face, sticking with her sweat. Out of breath and panting for air. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful, as usual. I give her a wet sloppy kiss, removing the hair out of her face.

“- Good girl.” i tease into her ear.

I put her back on my side and lift her up again to sit her on the table. I still need her. I’m hard again like a fucking horny teenager. She makes me into this sex depraved slave succubuses love so much. She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit. She can be the devil, a witch or an alien. To me, she's first and for all the woman I want, the one I desire and I want to be with. Bitch, witch, baby. Something like that. And in her eyes, I’m probably just the fucking dumbass who dared touching her. That’s okay. I’m cool with it. If she always looks at me the way she does now, I’m cool with it.

Sucking on her tits, I shove myself into her again, immediately pounding her hard. Her legs shake uncontrollably so I lock them up around my waist. She lies down on the table playing with her tits, moaning and biting her lips.

“- Oh my god that’s so good. Aaahh… Continue.” she cries.

Putting my hand around her neck I bring her back to my chest. Her back arches frantically at every movement I do inside her. So that’s why she was lying down. I slow down and move little by little inside of her to see how she moves her ass and back around on the table.

“- FUCKING STOP THE TEASING ASSHOLE… AAAH” she whimpers.

She puts her arms behind my neck and lets her nails sink into my back. With her head buried in the crook of my neck I laugh and go back to my hard pace. Hearing her little cries makes me the happiest man on earth. I hold her with one hand on her back and the other in the back of her head. At this instant, it’s like she is all mine. Like she could break if I let her go.

“- There babygirl, take it all, like the good slut you are. I know you love it, don't hold back.” i kiss her forehead before leaving her head to fall back in my neck.

“- AAH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD! I’M SO FF-UUL IT’S SO B-BIG!” she whimpers.

Her fucking voice drives me crazy. She bites and teases my neck violently as a way to show me she is still holding on. I’m sure my back is all scratched and marked by now, but i’ll let her take everything off of me if it means I can get to fuck her brains out like right now. I groan, knowing I'm almost there, when I feel her legs squeeze around my waist and her back arch I know she’s also about to come again. I embrace her tightly as I screw her as fast and deep as I can.

“- AH…MHH… HAA… HM… SAUL… YES! YES! YES!” she comes screaming my name.

I come in her again. She stays like that for a few minutes. Panting, all naked into my arms. I hear her broken voice laugh slightly.

“- So that was it… all this teasing.” she laughs again.

“- You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck your brains out, teasing me back like that was not a good idea.” i answer.

“- Oh it definitely was a good idea. And I’ll do it again.”

“- No need to. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now.”

She moves around to be able to look at me in the eyes. Her arms still wrapped around my neck and her cheeks still all flustered.

“- I am?” she smirks.

This smirk could make me fuck her again right now. Yes she is. I have been tortured by her presence for the past few months, now that she’s here I'm not letting her go. I move around to get a cloth to clean her up with. When I go back to her I catch her shy smile as she turns her head on the side.

“- Okay.” she almost whispers, smiling slightly.

I can’t resist taking her chin to turn her head to me to kiss her deeply. There was a chance it was a pure unique act of lust for her. A chance she’d left and say “never again”. A chance I’d taste her pussy only once with my cock, trying to forget how much I want to eat her out. A chance she’d realize I was older than her and she’d get away from me. Looking at the clock on the wall I realize it’s time for the show. What a great fucking day. Fucking the chick I’ve been thinking off non stop since months, playing on stage and then get back to fucking her. The two things I love the most. After the show, I’ll steal her away and get her back with me. What the fuck is the manager gonna tell me anyway? They don’t need her as much as I do.

“- Show’s gonna start baby. Let’s get the job done.” i wink, my hands resting on her waist.

I take my shirt and put it on her. God she looks so hot in my shirt. She should only wear that. She gives me a doubtful stare.

“- It’s okay, I’m hot anyway.” i smile.

Her gaze is playful as she goes down on her knees. She licks her lips and grabs my penis in her hand. She kisses slowly the tip of my cock. I take a deep breath and her smile goes feeble.

“- See you later big boy.” she brightens up again.

Bitch.

There she puts it back in my pants to only leave me my belt to put back on. Bitch. She’s lucky I can hide my bulge behind my guitar, she’s lucky we don’t have time. On the floor, I see her grab her thong that she slides into my pocket.

“- Eye for an eye.” she teases.

This isn’t fair. I give her my shirt, she gives me a piece of art. Putting her pants back on, I light her cigarette again and put it in her mouth.

“- Always finish what you started.” i say, getting her hair out of her face.

“- Whatever.” she rolls her eyes. “Go do your job.” she stops. “Play as good as you always do.” she smiles, cupping my face in her hands.

“- Coldness with a tinge of consideration, exactly what I love.” i kiss her neck, before letting her slip away to get out.

I hear her laugh evaporate as she disappears in the hallway. I know she’s playing around, she stays composed like her legs weren’t still shaking seconds from now. How fucking cool she is.

The show went great. When I get back backstage I see her there, cheering the end of this awesome show. She put on a leather jacket. After the show, we generally answer interviews and talk with some fans to end up having a little party all together. Not as wild as in my 20s, but still not very well-behaved. Tonight, I don’t give a shit, I have other businesses to attend. I greet the guys and let them know I’m going.

“- Where you going man, something to do?” Duff asks me.

I arrive in front of y/n and lift her up over my shoulder. She gasps and laughs.

“- Yeah man, something urgent! Might take me a long time, might kill me. Just in case, y’all can start looking for a new lead!”

“- Dumbass.” i hear her answer, which makes me laugh.

I fucking love her bitchy tone.

I admit. She won.

y/n pov

Here I am, being carried around like a sack of potatoes by the man I thought I could never have. I had the best sex of my life and something tells me I’m about to get it again. If I knew, I would have teased him back a long time ago. He said I was his.

In truth, he’s mine.

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“Face of an angel with the love of a witch”.

A/N : i wrote that when i was horny as hell, clearly came from my delusions, i love the idea of slash having this feral internal dialogue because he just wants you so bad! enjoy loves <33 (slash if you read this i’m ready for your love ;))

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

god i need more kirk smut on this app.. but also more slash smut.. I NEED BOTH

ok how about, it’s the guns n roses & metallica tour 1992 and just out of fun, we‘re james hetfield‘s sister, 23 years old. and we have a huge crush on kirk, but at the same time a huge crush on slash and we really can’t decide, i mean who can?!? they‘re both a 100000/10

so after on concert they all hang out a bit, drink some and the reader sneaks away with slash and kirk after staring at them for some time.

they end up having a threesome of course, whoooooo would have thought😮‍💨

The V.I.P Room

Pairing: Slash x fem! Reader x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: smut, language, threesome, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), slight voyeurism, degradation, riding

Summary: *in request*

Word Count: 6.2k

I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to watch the dancers. I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to drink a bunch of alcohol (although I indulged occasionally). I went to a strip club post concert because I knew it would give me a chance to gawk at my two crushes while they were both totally engrossed with the performers onstage.

First, there's Kirk Hammett. He's a sweet gentleman I’ve known for ages. Who couldn't have a crush on him? He was completely appealing, a total sweetheart, but there was a smoldering spark behind his eyes that told me he meant business.

My gaze was drawn to Kirk's exposed collarbone. The top few buttons on his shirt were left open, giving an onlooker a hint as to what was underneath his clothes. I watched as he drew the third cocktail of the night to his luscious lips, his adams apple seductively bobbing as he gulped down his drink.

And then there was Slash. Slash was everything Kirk wasn’t. Slash was danger. He was sensuality in its finest form. Everything about him radiated sexual tension from his wild hair, to his deep eyes, to his relaxed demeanor that made a girls mind run wild with possibilities.

He wore nothing underneath his jean jacket, exposing his beautifully sculpted chest. Slash’s top hat hung down, his curly locks completely covering his eyes. Fortunately, they were sitting next to each other on the semicircle leather couch, allowing my eyes to move freely between them with ease.

My attention had been drawn to them the entire night. I prayed they hadn't noticed, but my mind was so spacey that I wouldn't sense if someone smacked me upside the head.

They had noticed.

They had undoubtedly noticed me.

But I hadn’t noticed that they noticed me.

If that makes any sense.

God my mind is so jumbled.

I’m rambling.

I sat at the very edge of the couch, not wanting to disturb the men's conversations. Some things were better left between individuals of the same gender.

“You want another drink sis?”

James was standing in front of the group, behind the table, taking drink orders. I averted my gaze from my crushes to meet James's. He pointed towards me, patiently waiting for me to speak. I cast a glance at my empty drink on the circular table.

Another?

I suppose I don’t get tipsy very often.

Why not?

“Sure! I’ll have another!”

I said cheerfully. James flashed me a smile before redirecting his attention towards the group.

“Alright you guys I’ll be back shortly.”

I returned my gaze to the two men. They were talking, their lips moving quickly as if they were discussing something important.

Huh. I wonder what they’re talking about?

James quickly returned with a large tray full of drinks for everyone. The club was particularly crowded tonight, which I despised. The sounds were far too loud, and the flashing lights hurt my brain. Furthermore, everyone here smells like stale alcohol and bad cologne.

The boys were no exception. If they weren’t famous they’d fit right in with the rest of the club goers. But there was something so enticing about rock stars that made almost anything they did classy. Or at the very least, extremely attractive.

I gulped my drink down, the alcohol not even rattling my brain as I was now too far tipsy to mind the taste.

Kirk was slightly more poised than Slash, with his back against the couch and his hands folded, resting between his crossed legs. Slash was completely relaxed, his posture slack, and his legs spread wide.

“Hey James!”

Kirk called. James sat on the opposite end of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, responding to Kirk’s call.

“Yeah?”

James called over the loud din of bar patrons.

“Could you run to the liquor store? Buy a bunch of shit in bulk for us. We need something good for the after party.”

James cocked a brow.

“Um. Sure I can do that… if that’s what everyone else wants.”

All the other band members happily agreed.

“Yeah why don’t you do that for us James.”

Slash chimed in.

“I’m gettin’ bored of this fucking place anyway.”

James stood, taking a long swig of his beer to finish it off before slamming the empty bottle on the table.

“Sure. No problem.”

James glanced towards me, flashing me a wink.

“Don’t miss me too much sis.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Get outta here.”

When I waved him away, laughter erupted all around the couch. James chuckled before turning and vanishing among the growing crowd.

“Hey Y/N!”

Slash called. I whipped my head to the side, unable to find Slash’s gaze under the dense mass of curls covering his eyes.

“Can we talk?”

Oh my God.

He wanted to talk with me?

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening!

“Sure!“

I exclaimed, far too excitedly to avoid suspicion. Slash smirked as he stood to his full height, shimmying between the people and the table until he was free of the cramped space.

He walked past me and into the club's far hallway, where the VIP rooms were located.

He simply wants a quiet place to talk.

I scrambled to a stance and followed Slash, leaving the last few sips of my drink in the glass. The large top hat atop his head made him easy to spot among the thick crowds.

“Sorry.”

I bumped into someone’s shoulder.

“Sorry!”

How did Slash circumnavigate the crowds so easily?

He disappeared around the corner.

Shit!

I pushed past the last of the stray people, rounding the corner to see Slash, smugly leaning against the white wall. The music had died down. Everything was becoming more quiet, secretive, and enticing.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Being in such an intimate situation with Slash made my heart race. I stuffed my shaking hands into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Why don’t we talk in here?”

Slash pushed open one of the various doors that lined the plain walls, cocking his head to the side as if to encourage me to enter.

As much as I wanted to be in a private room with Slash, I couldn't help but be skeptical. I caught a glimpse of the luxurious red couch and marble floors, trying not to let my mind wander too far from reality.

“But that’s a VIP room. I was under the impression you have to pay for those.”

I said with a slight chuckle, trying to lift the thick tension in the atmosphere.

Slash shrugged.

“I know the guy who owns this club. He’ll make an exception for me.”

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Okay…”

My voice trailed off.

Holy shit.

What on earth was going on?

I couldn’t let my nervousness get to me. He probably just wanted to talk… right?

Holy fucking shit who am I kidding?! This is Slash I’m talking about!

“Are you alright?”

Slash asked, his tone laced with sarcasm rather than concern. I shook my head, clearing the haze from my brain.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

I said with a tight smile. Slash chuckled.

“It’s alright Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I clenched my jaw, brushing his words off and making my way through the threshold and into the VIP room. I was afraid that if I indulged in a conversation with Slash, it would quickly go off the rails.

I glanced around the room.

God.

So many sexual things have happened in this room.

“Y’know Slash, I didn’t think she’d agree to this.”

Holy shit.

I turned around to see not only Slash but Kirk Hammett as well. Slash gently closed the door behind him, the loud music and banter drowning out as the lock clicked into place. They both turned in unison, two sets of eyes now on me.

What?

What in the hell was going on right now?

Slash smirked, crossing his arms over his exposed chest.

“I never had any doubts. She’s been eye fucking us all damn night. She’d do anything we asked.”

My entire body was numb. My cheeks became cold, blood draining from my face as my shoulder sagged.

I was limp.

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening.

“What the hell is going on?”

I asked through my teeth, voice quivering meekly. Kirk laughed, rolling his eyes while he leaned nonchalantly against the plain walls of the otherwise luxurious VIP room.

“She still doesn’t fucking get it Slash.”

He stuffed his hands into his jeans' front pockets. Slash joined in on the laughter, forming a small chorus.

“What don’t I fucking get?”

I asked, still feeling as if I was completely in the dark.

Unless they meant…

No, no that’s definitely not what they fucking meant.

They were going to tease me, make fun of me a little for being so adventurous with my gaze.

Yeah.

That’s what they were going to do.

Then we'd all laugh it off and return to the table to drink some more cheap alcohol. We’d go to whoever's house for the after party and get completely shitfaced. I’d have a wet dream about them that night and wake up with a throbbing cunt. Maybe I’d get off to the thought of having both of their cocks buried inside me later, but under NO circumstances was I going to fuck them both tonight.

It just wasn’t possible.

The universe did not intend for this to happen to me. Fate doesn’t allow glorious shit like this to occur. Real life doesn’t allow glorious threesomes. That’s shit that happens in romance movies or far fetched books.

They both just… stared at me, their expressions devious. Whatever they had up their sleeve was calculated methodically.

“Isn’t it completely obvious?”

Slash asked.

No, not to me it wasn’t. My mind was running with possibilities yet I couldn’t land on one that would satisfy my question.

What the hell was going on?!

“Would you guys stop beating around the bush and just tell me what the fuck is going on!”

My tone had a hard edge to it. I was growing annoyed. My hands balled into tight fists at my sides.

Come on, I’d had it with the fucking foreplay.

Slash moved his hand slowly and silently towards the doorknob. My gaze was drawn to his movements, breath catching in my throat as his long fingers twisted the lock into place with a deafening click.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit!

I was now locked in a room with the two men I had been drooling over for the past two hours!

“Well I thought our intentions would be obvious by this point…”

Kirk spoke. My gaze snapped upwards. His voice was relaxed, far too relaxed. His body hung in the air, as if he could move rapidly at any moment. He was waiting for the right moment to execute whatever scheme they were hatching.

“But since you seem so fucking oblivious I suppose we could spell it out for you-“

Slash chimed in to the conversation.

“Hey, she’s getting agitated Kirk, why don’t you just give it to her straight.”

Jesus, were these men trying to kill me?

I’m sick of these mind games!

I could see they were getting off at tormenting me. They couldn’t hide the subtle smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.

“Basically we’re both gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

Slash spoke so calmly.

No way.

No fucking way.

I stood, my mind and body in inertia as I struggled to process the harsh gravity of what was just said.

Slash moved behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and drawing me into his firm chest. The breath was knocked from my lungs in a short gasp as my back collided with Slash’s front. Kirk glared in my direction, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on Slash's movements. As he brought his lips to my ear, Slash's thick curls tickled the back of my neck while he whispered seductively against my earlobe.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for us baby?”

My arms hung limply to my sides, my brain jumbled and unable to direct my body. Slash pressed me against him for a brief moment before gradually releasing his firm grip on my waist, his warmth leaving me in a cool wave. I kept my gaze fixed on Kirk, my eyes following him until his shoulder brushed against mine and he vanished from my peripheral vision. Kirk's heavy boots slammed against the smooth marble floors, the deep noises abruptly halting as he took his place on the opulent leather couch next to Slash.

Despite the fact that I could easily imagine the scene, I didn't want to glance behind me. My breathing was even, and my gaze was fixed on the black lines dancing in the white marble.

The shock of the situation hadn’t set in yet.

I felt numb.

A loud click echoed throughout the eerily silent room. One of the boys was smoking a cigarette.

“Come on baby. Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ all shy on us now.”

Slash spoke once more. Kirk remained silent.

I cast a glance over my shoulder at the two boys, noting their close proximity on the couch. Slash was very relaxed, with a cigarette hanging from his lips and one of his converse propped up on the glass table. Kirk tried to maintain his cool. He rested his torso against the back of the couch and spread his denim clad legs. But his demeanor had a hard edge to it, indicating that he was nervous beneath his faux calmness.

I turned my body around until I could stare comfortably at Slash and Kirk. I prayed they wouldn’t have me dance on the pole. That situation would result in nothing but embarrassment. Thankfully, they both gave the long metal pole zero attention. Their gaze was fixed on me as they patiently awaited my next move.

Slash smoked his cigarette until the bright embers faded into gray ash. He leaned forward and pressed it into the metal ashtray, twisting the stump a few times to ensure the flame was fully extinguished. Slash snatched the top hat from his head and placed it atop the glass before returning to his relaxed position. Kirk’s gaze didn’t falter. His mind was turning.

“Come on baby, how are we supposed to fuck the shit out of you if you won’t take off your fucking clothes?”

Slash smirked, his white teeth contrasting with his tanned skin. I drew my t-shirt from the waistband of my jeans and pulled it over my head, hesitantly.

The shock had now fully set it.

My heart was rushing around my ribcage like a racehorse on steroids. I didn't even try to hide the tremors in my legs. The two men were keeping a close eye on me, and I knew they'd pick up on my anxiety whether I showed physical signs or not.

I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. The moment my bra dropped to the ground, my stomach flipped, a sudden onset of nausea washing over me. It was the strangest emotion I had ever experienced. I needed to get out of this room. Yet, I wanted the situation to progress further.

After a moment of consideration, I decided my desire to get fucked was far greater than my want to chicken out. Besudes, when would I ever get the chance to fuck both Slash and Kirk Hammett?

I took a moment to breathe before slowly unbuttoning my jeans. The fabric was loose enough for it to slip down my legs without much effort. I now stood bare besides the thin fabric of my panties hiding my most sensitive area from the two men’s casual gazes.

Damn.

They had both done this before.

The men sat before me as if they were casually watching a sporting event. Their steady heartbeats most definitely did not correspond to the racing pulse throbbing within my ears. But in this vulnerable state, I began to imagine things.

My hands dropped to my sides, my mind briefly lost in thought. I'd never caught Slash or Kirk in such a sensual scene before. And there was only a thin layer of clothing between my naked body and theirs.

What would Slash’s rough hands feel like pressed against my breasts?

How would Kirk’s long fingers feel buried knuckle deep inside of me?

Which one of them moans more frequently?

Whose cock could fill me up better?

“Alright baby that’s enough undressing. Come sit on my lap.”

Slash’s relaxed tone snapped me from my daze.

Shit.

Had I been staring at the wall this entire time?

Fuck I probably looked like a total idiot.

No time for worries now.

Slash smacked his leather clad thighs, inviting me to sit. I gulped, my nervousness completely transforming into desire as I knew Slash’s hands would be on me the moment I sat upon his thighs. The heat from my face melted away, traveling downwards until it pooled within my lower abdomen.

I approached Slash, turning and gently placing myself on his lap. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, but the sticky leather made it difficult. I moved my hips against Slash’s pelvis, stopping with a sudden gasp when I felt his bulge growing. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, immobilizing me. Slash ran his opposite hand tenderly along the top of my thigh, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Stop moving.”

He demanded with a low growl. Slash’s hand moved gradually towards my core. I took a shaky breath and glanced downwards to watch his movements. My fingernails dug into the denim covering his arms, clenching hard as Slash gently felt my wetness through my panties.

He chuckled against my ear.

“My God baby, you’re so fucking wet. Does the thought of getting fucked like a whore turn you on?”

Slash mumbled raspily, his calloused fingertips finding my clothed clit. I threw my head against Slash’s shoulder, back arching away from his chest while my jaw dropped.

Slash found this extremely amusing.

“My God you’re so desperate.”

Slash dragged a finger along the inner waistband of my panties.

“How would James feel if he walked in and saw this?”

Slash raised his voice. His words were now aimed at Kirk rather than me.

“I think he’d have a fucking heart attack.”

Kirk's voice was surprisingly stable. I would assume he was nervous based on his lack of action.

But who am I kidding.

Kirk is just as much of a rockstar as Slash.

Slash scoffed.

“I’ve done my part for now. You wanna taste her while I hold her down for ya?”

Slash’s finger stopped. He tugged my panties down my thighs, and I shifted my hips to quicken the process. Slash groaned, the friction against his bulge making his cock twitch within his leather pants.

He stopped yanking when my panties reached midway down my thighs. Kirk kneeled in front of me, grasping the fabric and pulling it the rest of the way down my legs. Slash’s thick curls brushed against my cheek, his eyes anxiously watching Kirk settle between my legs.

Kirk threw my knees over his shoulders. Slash wrapped both of his strong arms around my waist, squeezing me into his chest and incapacitating me. Kirk began to drag his lips along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending chills down my spine as he moved slowly towards my soaking wet cunt. His mustache created a delicious sensation against my skin that made my pussy throb with anticipation. Kirk stared at me through his thick lashes, observing my pleasured expressions change as he neared my core.

He buried his face between my thighs, engulfing my swollen bud with his gloriously warm mouth. I arched my back, only to be stopped by Slash’s firm grip.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, clutching Slash’s denim clad arms. Kirk flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, my thighs instinctively crushing his skull. My head fell back against Slash’s shoulder.

One of Slash’s arms released my waist. His hand became entangled in my roots, and he utilized the grip on my hair to thrust my face forward.

“Why don’t you look at Kirk while he eats you out. It’s the polite thing to do.”

I watched Kirk intently, his dark black hair standing out against my thighs. My legs shook as he mercilessly flicked my clit with his wonderfully skilled tongue.

Kirk hollowed his cheeks, the suction on my clit increasing tenfold. My chest now heaved with every strangled breath. The pleasure was consuming me, wrapping around my entire body and constricting until I couldn’t breathe.

Kirk held my thighs in place, his large hands wrapping around my plush thighs. Both of the men’s strong grips completely paralyzed my bottom half.

It made me feel helpless, small, completely at their mercy.

And I fucking loved it.

The fact that they could do whatever they wanted to me whenever they wanted sent a rush of heat to my core.

Slash placed a gentle kiss to the soft skin above my jugular.

“Look at her fucking face Kirk. Look at how fucking desperate she looks.”

Kirk glanced up at me, and I could instantly feel him smirk against my cunt as he relished in my fucked out expression. His mustache brushed against my clit, creating delicious friction that had me on the verge of cumming.

Slash held my head in place, his lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin covering my jugular. I released Slash's forearms, reaching for Kirk's hair and tangling my fingers in his curly roots to keep him in place.

My stomach was pinched tight, the sensation almost painful. I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, not wanting to end the delicious pleasure Kirk was giving me.

“Are you gonna cum baby?”

Slash mumbled against my neck, his mouth sucking bright purple marks into my flesh.

“Yeah… I’m gonna cum.”

My orgasm was leaking into the corners of my eyes, leaving me partially blind with desire as my release threatened to spill over the edge at any second.

“Can you cum on my face, pretty girl?”

Kirk spoke.

He fucking spoke!

His raspy tone sent me into a frenzy, the movements of his tongue not faltering.

“Yeah…”

My voice trailed off into a sigh as my orgasm ripped through me. I could only squeeze my eyes shut and increase my strong grasp on Kirk’s hair as I came all over his mouth.

I quickly became a moaning mess, my chest convulsing as I desperately tried to fill my lungs. My lower abdomen clenched as Kirk gave a few lazy flicks to my clit with his tired tongue, bringing me down from a freight train of an orgasm.

“How does she taste Kirk?”

Slash asked, stopping his attack on my neck to glare between my thighs. Kirk dragged his tongue from base to clit, tasting my juices. I groaned softly, my overstimulated cunt ready for a break (that I knew I wouldn’t be getting anytime soon).

“She tastes fucking amazing Slash. You wanna try?”

Slash chuckled.

“I’ll taste her eventually.”

Eventually?

Was he hinting at a sequel?

“Just let me fuck her first and I’ll consider us even.”

Kirk pulled away from my core, his lips and mustache shining with wetness in the low light of the VIP room.

“Be my guest.”

Kirk said, a large smirk plastered on his confident ass face. He gently sat my legs back down upon Slash’s thighs, my sweaty skin clinging to the leather. Kirk stood, flashing me a wink and smile as he made his way to the lavish red armchair at the opposite end of the couch.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

Slash loosened the grip on my hair, allowing my neck to go limp and my head to fall back against his shoulder. His raspy tone pushed all thoughts of Kirk from my mind.

“Hm? You want me to fill you up?”

I clenched my thighs together at the mere mention of being fucked into the couch.

“I bet my cock would feel really fucking good inside your pretty little pussy.”

I sighed shakily.

“Please Slash just fuck me already.”

He chuckled, and the slight movement of his pelvis brought his insanely large and prominent bulge to my attention.

“If you say so baby.”

Slash grabbed my waist and threw me to the opposite end of the couch. My head smacked against the armrest, the brief sting of pain dissipating as I noticed Slash kneeling before me. I propped myself up on my elbows to catch a glimpse at Slash’s slow and seductive movements. His hands reached for his silver belt buckle, which he slowly undid while maintaining intense eye contact with me.

“Keep begging.”

Slash demanded, his tone stern as he tossed his belt to the side. His hands moved to push his jean jacket down his arms as the buckle clinked loudly against the marble floor.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, my eyes drifting along Slash’s bare chest partially concealed under his jacket.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

“Keep going.”

He dropped his jacket to the floor with a soft thud, his hands now finding the waistband of his leather pants.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

I gulped, a large lump forming in my throat.

“I need your cock inside of me.”

My cheeks flushed hot as my eyes caught the first glimpse of dark pubic hair that was now exposed. Slash continued to push the waistband of his leather pants down his legs, raising up on his knees.

“God you have such a dirty fucking mouth.”

His cock now sprung free from its confines. Slash shuffled off the couch and stood for a split second to drop his pants the rest of the way down his legs and kick off his Converse.

He now stood, fully bare, rock hard cock on full display for my hungry eyes to drink in.

Slash climbed over me, his hair draping around our faces and whisking us away to a private place where we could fuck in peace. His lust blown eyes were fixed on me, memorizing every inch of my fucked out face before rocking his pelvis forward.

I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. Slash hiked my legs around his thin waist, his swollen tip insanely close to where I desired him most.

“Please Slash.”

I begged.

“I want you to make me cum.”

I threw my arms around Slash’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer and encouraging him to make the next move.

He smirked, grasping his length with one hand and gently dragging his tip between my wet folds. The aching in my cunt had returned. I bucked my hips instinctively against Slash’s cock, hoping to quell the insane pulse of pleasure within my lower abdomen.

“Stop being so fucking desperate you dirty whore.”

Slash growled between his teeth before slamming into me. His cock stretched my walls so far that I feared I would rip in two. My body convulsed. I gasped in pleasure, arching my back into Slash’s sweaty chest.

He gave me little time to adjust. Slash pulled back before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock balls deep inside of my wet cunt. His tip instantly found my needy g spot and I moaned loudly, jaw dropping in pleasure.

My brow knit as he slammed into my g spot a second time, the wet sounds of sex erupting throguhout the otherwise quiet room. Slash viciously grabbed my jaw, holding my chin in place as he relentlessly fucked me into the soft couch.

“No baby… I want you to fucking look at me while you cum all over my cock.”

Slash’s tone wasn’t breathy in the slightest. He was confident, extremely assertive while his swollen tip banged my g spot every time he bottomed out within me.

I gave him a subtle nod, fully succumbing to his assertiveness. My breasts rocked with every thrust, the coil in my stomach tightening rapidly.

“Slash… you’re gonna make me cum.”

Slash maintained intense eye contact with me, the rapid movements of his hips not faltering.

“Cum on my cock you dirty whore.”

I came, allowing any expression to wash over my face as I released my orgasm around Slash’s thick cock.

I expected him to slow, to give me a break after his relentless fucking.

But he didn’t.

Slash drew back, his hands wrapping around my waist and flipping me onto my stomach. My breasts flattened against the soft cushions, overstimulated cunt screaming for release. The bright red fabric of the couch was the only thing visible by my anxious eyes. I wanted nothing more than to look over my shoulder and watch as Slash’s face as he fucked me. But his hand found the back of my head.

He grabbed my hair and slammed my face even further into the cushions. I screamed, the couch muffling my noises. My hands scoured for anything that could be used as leverage, eventually settling on digging my nails into the cushions.

“God you’re such a whore for me. I bet you were thinking about my cock pumping inside of you all fucking night.”

My spongy walls clenched around Slash. My entire body seized, begging for a break. But Slash’s opposite hand found my waist and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his cock slamming into my g spot once more.

“God you love being fucked like a little slut. Your pretty cunt is absolutely dripping for me.”

My abdomen clenched, orgasm on the brink of washing over me.

“You're gonna make me cum baby. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Slash’s cock twitched inside of me.

That sent me over the edge.

My walls hugged his cock as I orgasmed for the third time this night. I moaned loudly against the couch cushions, my muscles sore from numerous convulsions.

Slash came with a deep grunt, his hot cum coating my overstimulated walls. I groaned as I felt his release fill me to the brim.

This time, he slowed, allowing me to come down from my post orgasmic haze.

“Alright Kirk. It’s your turn with the cock slut.”

Slash pulled out in one fluid motion, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness. Our combined juices dripped down the backs of my thighs, my pussy clenching with desire to be filled again. I hovered over the couch, my hands pushing my torso upwards once Slash’s grasp released from the back of my head.

I cocked my head up and glanced around the room. My gaze was drawn to Kirk. He shot me an intimidating glance, his legs crossed to presumably conceal his prominent erection. Slash's weight lifted from the couch, and he began to redress himself, flashing me sensual glances through the corner of his eye every few seconds.

I locked my gaze on Kirk for a few moments, watching as the gears inside his head turned. He deliberated over his next move.

Kirk rose slowly and walked over to the couch. He stood behind the armrest, staring down at me with blown black pupils. Kirk gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, the pad of his thumb running along my cheekbone.

The way I had to cock my head almost completely backwards to meet Kirk’s gaze made me feel so… submissive.

He thrusted his thumb between my lips. I took it into my mouth, swirling my thumb sensually around the pad and hallowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Kirk groaned. My eyes drifted downwards until they caught his prominent erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans.

I moaned against Kirk’s thumb, my mind wandering to the glorious things he could do to me with his cock.

“I’ll let you ride my honey.”

Kirk’s deep voice jolted me from my stupor. I snapped my eyes upwards to reconnect with Kirk’s sensual yet intimidating gaze.

“Would you like that? Hm? Would you like to ride my cock?”

A rush of heat ran to my core.

Yes.

I would like that.

I nodded, nearly gagging as Kirk thrusted his thumb deeper within my throat.

Kirk smirked.

“Alright honey.”

Kirk released his thumb from between my lips with a loud pop. He moved in a semicircle around the couch, his gaze fixed on me. I didn't move, nor did I look at him. I waited until Kirk assumed a position and called my name, signaling that it was time to escalate the situation.

I shuffled around until I kneeled before Kirk. His head was propped atop the armrest, his body completely relaxed as he waited patiently for me to make the next move. I inhaled shakily, the sudden control a stark contrast to the way I was thrown around just moments before.

Kirk rested his open palms against his thighs, his smoldering gaze edging me on. I instinctively crawled over him, straddling his hips, the thick leather belt digging into my inner thighs. My hands reached for the collar of his shirt as Kirk’s hands settled atop my spread legs, rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh of my thighs. I began to frantically unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing more of his chest.

Kirk's eyes were boring into my skull, following my every move. When I reached the last button, I threw both sides of his shirt to the side, exposing his entire torso. I shifted my hips to gain friction for my throbbing cunt. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against my sensitive clit, sending a jolt of cold pleasure through my nerves. I sighed, the prominent bulge in his pants now teasing my entrance.

“Keep going baby. I wanna feel you around my cock.”

My hands traveled from his chest, down between our bodies, anxious hands shakily undoing his belt buckle. I yanked the smooth leather from the loops, tossing it to the floor. His jeans now the only barrier between me and his rock hard erection.

My hasty fingers undid his fly, hurriedly pulling the tough fabric down his thighs to allow his erection to spring free. The lack of underwear only heightened the desire to have him buried inside me. I tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock and give us both a comfortable fucking experience.

Kirk’s grip on my thighs tightened as I grasped his rock hard cock and lined it up with my soaking entrance. Kirk glared at me, his crushing eyes telling me he was the one truly in control.

I sunk down on him, his cock pleasurably stretching my walls. He wasn’t quite as girthy as Slash, but he was long enough to brush my g spot almost instantly.

“Fuck.”

I groaned, throwing my head back as my hips began to move instinctively against his pelvis. Kirk’s hands traveled from my thighs, to my plush hips, where he assisted me in grinding atop his painfully hard erection.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous honey. You look so pretty riding my cock.”

Kirk watched me, his eyes traveling over every inch of my exposed body. Eventually halting when he reached the place where our bodies connected. He groaned, dull nails digging into my hips. The swollen tip of his cock brushed against my g spot every time my hips slammed against his pelvis.

“Fuck Kirk… you feel so good.”

I mumbled, my open palms holding my torso upwards by resting atop his pectorals. My words sent Kirk into a frenzy. He braced his feet against the couch, thrusting his hips upwards to meet the changing movements of my pelvis.

My juices were lubricating his cock, dripping down his length to ease the upwards thrusts of Kirk’s hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, neck falling limp as I allowed Kirk to take full control of the situation. My thigh muscles grew sore, the slight pain adding to the growing sensation of pleasure building within my core.

“Fuck Kirk. I’m gonna cum.”

Kirk sighed.

“You look so pretty honey. Cum all over my cock.”

My lower abdomen was tight, ready to release all over his length. I moaned loudly, walls clenching around Kirk as I came.

I threw my head backwards, exposing my neck for Kirk’s hungry eyes as I fell into an overwhelming state of euphoria. His cock twitched within me, releasing his hot cum moments after I orgasmed.

I came down quickly, Kirk’s hips faltering before he finally relaxed agaisnt the plush couch. My eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Kirk’s sweaty face and lust blown eyes.

Our chests heaved in unison as we became accustomed to the wonderful sensation of post orgasmic haze.

“Good job you two. I loved the fucking show.”

I threw my head over my shoulder, catching sight of now fully dressed Slash sprawled out upon the armchair.

“Now let’s get back before James sends a search party for his whore little sister.”

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[yesterdaysgirl]

Bad Obsession

Saul Hudson x reader

<1991>

Summery: You have a problem, can Slash help you?

I leaned my back against the balcony railing, my head in my hands. I fucking screwed it. I screwed it all. How was I going to tell Saul? I don't think I could.  I groaned, turning around, and leaning my elbows on the balcony. I looked out into the city. The view was amazing. All the lights shone against the dark silhouette of the skyscrapers. Then I spotted a big boxed-shaped building that stood on the outskirts of town. The rehab center. That’s where I would be soon if I didn't stop my bad habits.

I heard the screen door open and my body froze.

“Y/n, what are you doing out here?” I turned around, and there he was, standing in the middle of the doorway. Saul. 

“Lovely.” I breathed softly, letting the nickname drift to my husband's ears. I walked forward and wrapped my arms around his torso tightly, bringing my body close to his. 

“What's wrong?” He asked me, hugging me back. He rested his chin on my head, breathing in slowly. I started to panic. How was he so good at reading emotions? I had only hugged him, and he already had a feeling I wasn't fine. At that moment, I truly believe my heart stopped beating. I couldn't tell him. I don't think I could ever tell him.

I decided to avoid the question completely and change the subject.

“You smell nice.” I mumbled, moving my head so my forehead was resting on his shoulder. I looked down at the tile pattern on the balcony. I hoped that focusing on that would calm me down. It didn't.

Saul hummed in agreement, before moving his head so his mouth was next to my ear.

“You didn't answer my question.” He whispered into my ear. My heart started beating faster. I looked up from his shoulder and into his eyes.

“Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache.” I answered. I smiled a little, hoping that would satisfy my husband enough to drop the subject. He gave me a small nod, before kissing me on the cheek.

“Well, I’m tired. You coming?” He softly spoke, walking us into the lounge room, and reaching behind me to shut the door.

“Yes, sleep does sound nice. I’ll just go get changed.” I quickly pulled out of our embrace,  hurriedly walking into our bedroom and shutting the door. I quickly took off all my clothes, and started rummaging through all my clothes to find something to bed. Something long. As I searched around our room, I caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror. I stopped searching, and stood in front of the whole-body mirror. I grabbed the fat of my gut. I’m ugly. So ugly it’s not even funny. I don't even know why Saul married me. I don't know what he sees in me. I’m not pretty, he doesn't need any of the money I have, and I was constantly on the road. Not to mention the drugs and alcohol. I know that might sound strange, as Saul also does drugs, and loves alcohol, but wouldn't he rather have a trophy wife, than a sloppy mess like me? 

I lost myself, just staring at my reflection in the mirror blankly.

“Baby, do you want to take a shower with-” Saul opened the door, but stopped walking and talking as soon as he saw me. I quickly moved so my body was facing him, so it wouldn't look suspicious.

I went red, remembering I was half naked, only wearing underwear and a bra. I swiftly moved my arms so they were hugging my torso. 

“Sorry babe.” Saul said absentmindedly, walking towards me, and taking his leather jacket off. But he soon stopped what he was doing, and furrowed his brows.

“What are you doing?” He asked, walking up to me faster, moving my arms out of the way.

“Saul, don't!” I pleaded, trying to move my arms around my stomach again, but it was too late. He had already seen the red finger marks on my stomach. Saul looked back up at me, his eyes looking sad.

“Y/n, we’ve been through this before. You’re not ugly. You’re beautiful, and I love you, ok? Why can’t you just see yourself the way I do?” Saul cocked his head to the side, a few tear drops ran down his cheek. I moved my hand to wipe away the tears. He let me rest my hand on his cheek. He looked at my face, before trailing his eyes down my arm. His eyes widened, and in a flash, he whisked his hand up to grab my wrist and pulled my hand off his cheek. I started panicking all over again, thinking he was mad at me for something. But that's when I saw where he was looking. At the inside of my elbow. I tried to yank my arm away, but Saul had a strong grip on my wrist, and it was getting tighter the more I strained against him. I looked at his face through my glassy eyes to see if I could find any emotion to hint at what he was feeling. But he just stared at the marks on my arm.

Suddenly, after some time of silence, and Saul just staring, he pulled me into a hug. A tight hug. He had never hugged me like this. It was as if he was afraid I would disappear if he didn’t hold me strong enough.

“Where is it?” My husband whispered into my ear, his voice shaky.

“Where’s what?” I asked back, acting dumb. I didn't want to give in to the thought that he knew. But he just saw the marks on my arms, so there was little to no hope.

“The heroin.” His words came out of his lips in one big shaky breath. My whole body stiffened. A few stray tears leaked from my eyes. But a few turned into a whole lot more, and soon I was a sobbing mess. Saul started rocking me from side to side, softly repeating that it would be alright. But that was the biggest lie I have ever heard in my life. 

“Come on y/n, this is important. Where did you put the drugs?” Saul wiped the tears off my face and held my hands. I sighed, knowing this was it. He would find out how addicted I was to the drug. I looked away from him, and as calmly as I could, I whispered:

“In the green suitcase under the bed.” It hurt me that I couldn't even look him in the eye and say it. It hurt me that Saul had to see me this way. I hated that I let this get to me.

I kept looking at the ground as I felt Saul's presence disappear. The sound of him kneeling beside the bed filled the room, accompanied by a shuffling sound of his pulling the overly large suitcase out from under the bed. I only dared to look when the sound of a zipper filled the dangerously quiet room. I looked at where he was on the ground, staring open-mouthed at the open suitcase. I think he was expecting to find a couple of syringes and some zip-lock bags with heroin in them, not big plastic containers labeled ‘HERION’ jammed into a 150-litre suitcase, each container containing at least 10 liters of the drug. My body trembled as I slowly made my way to Saul.

“Honey?” I asked croakily. My throat was dry from all the tears I had cried.

Saul stood up, still looking at the drugs. My body was trembling from how scared I was. Scared of what Saul was thinking. Saul looked up at me, finally closing his mouth. We were standing about a meter and a half away from each other. Neither of us wanted to step any further. We stood in silence for a good 5 minutes. I had finally had enough

“JUST FUCKING SAY SOMETHING, GODAMMIT!” I screamed, throwing my arms up to emphasize my point. My chest was moving up and down fastly, as I started to hyperventilate.

Saul flinched, shaking from my sudden outburst. I suddenly realized what I had done, and broke down in tears again.

“Please just say something.” I sobbed. Saul rushed towards me and engulfed me in his arms. 

“Hey hey hey, it's gonna be ok baby.” Saul mumbled into my hair, as his strong hands stroked large circles on my back. It did calm me down a bit, but not nearly enough to make me believe his words.

“No its not.” I cried into his shoulder, but Saul was not having it. He pulled out of the hug and looked into my tear-stained eyes.

“Listen baby, it is gonna be ok. Because we’re gonna get you some help, and you’ll be all better. And I’ll help you through it all, I promise. I don't care how long it will take, I will stand by you the whole way.” Saul looked at me with the softest expression, and I started to believe his words.

“Thank you, baby.” That's all I could say before hugging him again. Something in the warmth of Saul's breath on my neck told me everything was gonna be ok.

6 MONTHS LATER

I heard the sizzle of bacon as I stepped into the kitchen. I could also smell the bacon. I crept up behind Saul and wrapped my arms around his torso. He jumped a little, which caused a giggle to slip out of my mouth. Saul turned down the heat on the stove, before turning around and smiling at me.

“How did you sleep baby?” He asked me as he left soft butterfly kisses on my cheek.

“It was the best sleep I’ve had since…well for a long time.” I said softly. Saul looked up from where he was kissing my jaw and smiled.

“Glad to hear baby.” He kissed me on the lips this time. I had missed this. Waking up next to Saul, hugging and kissing him, and pretty much everything. This was my first day out of rehab, and I could already feel the difference. It was refreshing waking up, and not instantly shooting up in the bathroom and hiding it all from Saul.

“I've missed you baby.” Saul whispered into my lips. I melted into his embrace. Saul was right. Everything was going to be ok.

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[duffslut]

Don't touch my hair!

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 292

Warnings: Fluff!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[gnrbitch]

For the night

SlashxFamous!Y/n

Warnings: Smut!🙊

Redemption: Your band name!

Y/N JONES MOODBOARD!

———

1989

Gnr and Redemption had been smushed together on a tour as the opening act for The Rolling Stones, and they were all having a blast. I mean how couldn’t they? With 5 girls and 5 guys they were all entangled with one another.

Well… except for Y/n and Slash. The front woman had fiery confidence that made everyone burn as she walked. And to Slash’s luck, all the boys had claimed the other girls before he could.

Don’t get him wrong, Y/n was the hottest member in Redemption. Sure all the other girls were very good looking. But everyone knew there was something about Y/n. Untouchable. Hypnotic. That’s what she was. In every aspect, her looks, confidence, songwriting, and voice.

But the thing was, Y/n was literally, untouchable. No matter how smooth Slash was with her, she never cared! And did that upset the curly haired guitarist.

It was like he was a game to her, he would get so close, yet he was so fucken far.

But he didn’t let himself get too hung up on her, he had the groupies!

Slash had been over this little game Y/n was playing with him, so he’s been with the groupies and paying her no mind.

And Y/n could laugh at the poor man, his poor attempt of trying to pay her no mind was not working. She could feel his eyes burning into her body as she was onstage. Even worse when Keith Richards would always shower her with his sweet little compliments.

Which is what was happening right now.

“Girls! Always putting up a great show.” Keith said as the girls came off stage. They had performed after Guns, so there was no rush for anything. “Thanks Keith” the girls said as they all went to each others little tour boyfriends.

Slash watched from the couch as Keith put his arm around Y/n waist. “You get nastier every time i see you out there.” he said as Y/n smiled at him. “You think?” she said looking at him, Keith looked over her shoulder then span her around to where she faced the rest of the room.

“What’da do to the boy Y/n” He said smiling “Lookin at me like i’ve touched his most prized possession.”

Now it was Y/ns turn to look over Keith’s shoulder, making straight eye contact with Slash and sending him her sweetest smile. Slash just rolled his eyes and put his attention back on the groupie sitting on his lap.

“I haven’t done anything” She said looking back at Keith. “And that’s exactly what’s got his balls in a twist.” She said smiling at him. “I’ve gotta say you play a mean game” He said, now lighting a cigarette. “You know it, I’ll see you later Keith.” She said kissing him on the cheek and walking away.

———

“Slash” Duff said as he and Amber caught up to their curly headed friend. “What” He said smoking a cigarette as they walked through the hotel halls. “I have a hugeeee favor to ask you” Amber said as she looked across Duff.

Slash gave her a short mumble, which she took as an okay to keep talking. “Okay so, please please pleaseeee switch rooms with me” She said holding up her key card.

Slash blew out his cigarette smoke, “D-” “okay yes im rooming with Y/n” she said cutting him off “But comon, were all gonna all hang out get fucked up so all you’re gonna have to do is walk back with her and knock out!” She said holding on to Duffs hand, almost jumping up and down.

Duff looked at Slash with a pleading look, the curly haired man sighed and shook his head “Fine. But you owe me Duff.” He said as he traded keys with Amber.

He walked to he and Y/ns room, huffing and puffing cause he was so upset that instead of rooming with Duff, he was stuck with rooming with the girl that he had been trying so hard to avoid.

He rubbed his hands on his face before entering the room, “it’s just for the fucking night” he mumbled to himself.

During this, Y/n was also huffing and puffing, but for a different reason. The poor girl couldn’t find the only bra she bought with her on this tour. Looking through her bags, cigarette in her mouth with nothing but mini skirt and a white pair of ankle socks on.

As she heard the door open, she had her back faced to who she though was Amber, and said “Am, have you seen my bra? like the only fucken one I bought on tour?”

Y/n jumped when she heard Slash’s deep voice “Haven’t seen it”

She stood up and faced him, her hair being the only thing covering her breast.

“Scared me there baby” she said as she took a hit of her cigarette. “Didn’t expect you to be rooming with me”

Slash took a quick glance at her chest “It’s just for the night Y/n”

“You know,” The half naked girl said putting her cigarette out, “I’ve noticed you haven’t been talking to me” she said as she looked at him.

“I really miss your attention yknow?” she smiled at him.

“Whatever, i’m heading to Axls room” He said, but he was really gonna go out to find a groupie and imagine himself fucking Y/n.

Y/n grabbed his hand. “Why go? when you could just stay here with me” she said sending him her iconic sultry smile.

“There you go” he said pulling himself away from her and taking a step back.

“What do you mean?” She said slightly cocking her head to the side. “You know exactly what the fuck I mean.”

“You know” Y/n started as she stepped closer and closer to him “You’re the most impatient man” She said looking up to him, since he was only a few inches taller than her.

Slash looked at her, unable to move, “You’re such a fucken tease”

“Oh i’m the tease? really?” She said smiling at him, moving her mouth to his ear “You can’t even imagine what you make me feel” she whispered “When you’re out there on stage, all sweaty, all big and bad.”

She bit his ear lobe before looking back at his face, both of them looking at each others lips.

“I’ll show you a good time baby” she said looking at him with her doll eyes, kissing him.

Slash had to take a moment on what the fuck just happened, but after a split second of feeling her lips on his, he started to kiss her back.

Y/n deepened the kiss as Slash gladly did too, one of her hands around his neck as the other found it’s way to his hair. Pulling his head back to catch a breath.

“You still wanna go to Axls?” She said teasing him. “Fuck you” he responded as he lifted her by her legs and reconnected their lips.

She giggled as he threw her on the bed. Looking up at him as he stood before her. “Not fair that i’m the only one who’s topless” She said as she tugged the hem of his shirt.

Slash threw his shirt off, walked over to the side of the bed and layed down on his back.

Y/n looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as she crawled over to him and sat right on his waist.

His hands moved her hair out the way of her tits and began to grope them.

Smiling, Y/n reconnected their lips and began to rub herself on his leather pants. Her skirt had been risen up, her flimsy panties being the only thing covering her crotch.

Slash parted his lips as Y/n kissed down his neck, using her hands to unbutton his pants.

“You’re so fucken hot” he panted, feeling she was moving at a slow pace on purpose. “I know” she smiled as she had successfully put his pants down, revealing his hard member.

Looking down at his dick, she was excited. Spitting on her hand, she began to rub his member. “You’re bigger than I expected” she said, Slash’s mouth open as he slipped one of his hand in her underwear, rubbing her wet pussy. “shut up” he said.

He flipped her over in a swift movement, now fully taking his pants on as she took off her skirt.

Moving her panties to the side as he continued to rub her clit, “I don’t know why you would keep these on Y/n” he said using his free hand to rip them off her her. Y/n moaned “Fuck you, those were my favorite.”

“Shut up” he said as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, and in one swift moment, he filled her up. Y/n let out a loud moan, feeling him stretch her out.

He stood still for a moment, feeling her walls clench around him. Moving at an slow agonizing pace, Y/n moaned, “Slash- please”

“What do you want baby?” he said teasing her, though it was killing him also. “Please” she said, heavily breathing “Fuck me”.

And that was all Slash needed to move faster. Gripping her hips, his thrusted in and out of her.

He looked at Y/n, face flushed, eyes closed and head thrown back. He moved his hand from her hip and grabbed her face. “Look at me” he grunted. Y/n opened her eyes, tying to stop them from closing. “Fuck” she moaned out as Slash started to rub her clit as he reconnected their mouths.

Barley kissing, they moaned into each others mouths. Slash moved his head to the crook of her neck, lightly kissing her all over. “Fuck- you’re so fucken perfect” he said as his hips continued to move. “Please Slash” Y/n continued to moan “Im so close baby please” she said as she felt herself about to cum.

“Comon pretty” Slash said, now looking into her eyes, propping her leg back on his shoulder, fucking her like an animal, “cum for me”.

And she did, her eyelids fluttering, pulling him to her chest as she moaned his name like a fucken prayer.

Slash’s hips began to falter as she came, feeling her walls grow tighter. “Where do you want me to cum” he said quickly, not knowing if he was able to hold back. Heavily breathing, Y/n whispered “inside”.

With a few deeper thrust, Slash came, feeling like he was in heaven, his body on fire.

They both stayed there, trying to catch their breath.

He slipped out of her, throwing himself next to her.

Y/n got up to clean herself up, coming back to find Slash looking at her with such admiration. “Sleep with me tonight” She said looking at him “I’m kinda forced to yknow” he smiled, helping her under the covers. Giving him a kiss, she snuggled next to him and drifted to sleep.

And all Slash could do was look at her, and realizing he just fucked himself over. Because he was in love with Y/n Jones and her little fucken games.

———

FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT OMG 😭!!! I hope it wasn’t too bad. Hope u guys enjoyed🙊

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[ascendthisday]

World On Fire

gif by veilofmegiddo

Pairing(s): Slash | Saul Hudson/Fem! Reader, (Implied) Slash | Saul Hudson/Myles Kennedy, Slash | Saul Hudson/Fem! Reader/Myles Kennedy, Myles Kennedy/Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3,300~

Info: Cuckholding, Vaginal Sex, Smut, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Creampie, RPF, Gential Piercings, Dirty Talk, Cock Shaming

Summary: Myles loves his wife. Myles loves his guitarist. He'd do anything for them, even if 'anything' means letting his guitarist fuck his wife while she sits in his lap.

Authors Note: hiii!!! I've finally decided to slowly move some of my tamer stuff onto tumblr so im trying to post a fic or two a day! everything posted here is already on my ao3 so if you want more or anything go there (all fics are linked via titles) ! that's all cuz this 1 is just kind of cute and sillyish but be warned im not THAT familiar w how the tumblr fic girlies want stuff formatted so this might be a little bumpy until i get it all figured out! be nice 2 me or whatever

    "Just let me, let me have her one time," Slash whined. Now, he was no man to beg, he's Slash for God's sake! But he didn't want to disrespect Myles. He adored both Myles and his wife, his ever so gorgeous, wife which is why he's begging for one night to shoot his shot. Despite what it sounds like, he does not want to steal Myles' woman. He just wants a taste, and is it wrong to want to share with friends? 

      The brown-haired man simply stared back for seconds that elapsed into minutes. "Fine." were the final words that escaped him. This is exactly how Mr. Myles Motherfucking Kennedy ended up being the bottom slice of bread in this fucked up Hudson/Kennedy sandwich. His dear wife haphazardly splayed across his lap and part of Slash's, which would be innocent enough if the guitarist hadn't begged to fuck the same legs that were innocently thrown across his lap. Occasionally, she'd lean into Myles' ear and whisper dirty little things to him, babbling about the cute new underwear she had bought the day before, and then press a kiss to his ear. 

     Myles loved those sweet little kisses, always basking in the pure love they represented, but now, he felt almost dreadful. When a smile had yet to cross Myles' face, she knew something was wrong. 

     "Baby, hey, you feelin' particularly good?" she murmured into his ear once more. Seemingly caught in a trance, Myles snapped back to his usual gentle self and smiled at her, "I'm doing great, why? Do I look sick?" He questioned as the girl placed the back of her hand on his forehead and bit her lip for a moment.  "No, no you're fine you just looked a little upset, that's all." She quipped and gently slid her hand into his. 

      "You know, they say there's an erogenous zone," Slash uttered, suddenly snaking his hands around the girl's leg, feeling up her calves "just up around the calf and behind the knee." He finished with a whisper as his fingers softly ghosted upon her skin. Something wasn't right. Yes, Slash is dirty and a little perverted but it was never serious. Now it sounded and felt so real. He lacked the sweet pink that dusted his cheeks when he grinned and goofed around. His sunglasses were nowhere to be found, only leaving a piercing stare in their wake. He was just different today. 

      Slowly, he found his hands trailing up the woman's legs, and following their path, he began to leave little kisses. She nervously giggled and leaned into Myles' ear once more. "Is this a joke? Am I missing the punchline?" She questioned, trying to lightly shake the guitarist's hands away from her legs with a little wiggle. "Just let it happen, okay? As long as you want it, I mean." Myles mumbled back, trying to promise that everything that may happen tonight is on her terms. 

      As the kisses he peppered along her legs got less and less innocent, his hands also busied themselves with slowly bunching up the pretty floral sundress she had worn on this fine August day around her waist. Though some parts of her were terrified, she had a husband for God's sake- a husband whose lap she's lounging in, every other part of her wanted this so much. Truth be told, she had always loved Slash but he was forever unattainable and just when he had gotten divorced and publically announced himself as back on the market, she had fallen head over heels for a particularly charming vocalist. 

      It's not like she was unhappy with Myles, she practically kissed the ground he walked on! It had always just been a little schoolgirl crush that she was pretty sure Slash was aware of. Sometimes while she was lost in her head, the guitarist had managed to get himself down on the floor and had pulled her with him. Now, she sat more directly in Myles' lap. "Hold these for me, will you Mr. Kennedy?" Slash teased from his position on the floor and tapped on the girl's legs. Myles obliged and helped to keep her legs thoroughly spread. His hands, which had been otherwise absent throughout this experience previously, stood firm in keeping her laid out. 

     Small nips and kisses blended on the girl's inner thighs and she felt herself grow wetter with every moment she stared down at the guitarist. His hands still ghosted along her legs and massaged their way up her midsection, just resting on her breasts. 

     "Myles? Be a dear and give me a hand here?" Slash gestured towards her underwear with one hand, the other still content on playing with her nipple through the sheer fabric of her dress. Myles shimmied the girl's underwear off, choosing to stuff it into his pocket instead of throwing it to the floor out of fear that some poor venue worker will be forced to dispose of it. "Oh, panty thief. That's dirty, Kennedy, I like it." The older man grinned up at both Kennedy's for a short moment before gasping as if all of the hair had been sucked out of his lungs. 

     "You're gorgeous. Genuinely, you have a pretty pussy." He drawled. Maybe it sounded stupid in hindsight, but at the moment it made the girl tingle from the top of her brain to the very bottom of her toes. She simply whined and rocked, or attempted to rock, her hips at the man. As much as she loved her husband, she began to spite him as their position currently made it difficult to squirm and gain friction, but maybe that's what Slash wanted. After all, this seemed to be a planned attack. 

      He placed many small kisses and bites along her inner thighs, all while Myles softly panted in her ear. Weirdly, he seemed to be getting off on this more than Slash was, despite him receiving the least affection. Perhaps Myles Kennedy is a cuck. Maybe he's got the most intense boner of his life from watching his best friend go down on his wife, so what? All he could see was the way his life partner squirmed and moaned at the curly head of hair between her legs. 

     Finally, Slash made his approach. He placed one sweet and simple kiss on her clit. That was it, just one teasing little kiss and it caused her to groan and throw her head back onto Myles' shoulder. She locked eyes with him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. 

     Between her legs, the guitarist went to town, thriving in the jumbled words that flowed through the girl as he ate her out. He was thorough, lapping at her as if this were to be his final meal. Occasionally, the cold metal of his nose ring would touch her skin and she'd break a little more, longing to grab and pull on handfuls of his big curls. Like he could read her mind, Slash pulled away and muttered a calm "Keep your hands to yourself." before returning to the work at hand. She moaned in response and chose to grab handfuls of Myles' belt instead. 

     Slash's leather pants disgruntledly crinkled as he adjusted his position on the floor, curiously bringing a hand up to her clit and lightly smacking it. She curled upwards in surprise and reeled in the slight pain while releasing little moans and huffs. He just grinned. Though he chose not to hit the girl anymore, he stored the idea in his head, just in case this was to happen again. The bracelets that adorned his arms jingled as he slowly began to tease her entrance. Before choosing to finger the girl, he removed some of the thick rings on his fingers. 

     "Hold these, and don't you dare drop them." He grunted as he placed the rings between the girl's teeth, catching her in a moment of surprise as she hadn't noticed the way her mouth hung slightly open. His hands found their way back to her entrance and rather quickly inserted themselves inside her. He started with not one, but two thick fingers. Immediately, she bucked her hips at the intrusion. 

     "Jesus Myles, do you even try to get her off? C'mon man, she's so desperate." The man between her legs started with his rude comments but chose to never leave his spot on the floor. Myles just buried his head deeper in her neck as a response. After a couple more minutes of fingering the girl, he reapproached her with his mouth. He did juvenile things, such as drawing the letters of his name on her clit with his tongue, just to bask in the way she reacted with her sweet little muffled moans. 

     Just as she began to get closer and closer to her peak, Slash quickly stopped both of his ministrations. "Let's make a deal, yeah? I get to come before you, and in return, I'll let you come. If you're good, maybe even Myles can get himself off after this." She nodded, unable to reply without dropping the rings he had placed in her mouth previously. 

He rose from his knees, beginning to pull off his 'Vaginas are way cool' shirt. "You like my shirt, right?" He snarked "Oh, wait. Let me take those. Thanks for holding them, by the way." He mumbled as he pulled the rings out of the girl's mouth and slid them back onto his fingers. "Anyways, you like the shirt? Maybe I should get you a matching one. 'Penises are way cool' you know?" He grinned as he finally pulled the shirt off. "Scratch that, let's get you one that says 'Slash's penis is way cool' since obviously, Myles' poor excuse of a cock can't please you as I do." The words burned, he adored Myles and it felt wrong to berate him like this, but Myles asked for it so nicely. The girl almost immediately went to jump to Myles' defense but was cut short by the sweet, almost feminine whiney moan that cut through the air. Holy shit. Myles was getting off on this. 

     Sure, she had been able to feel the way he rocked his hips at the elder man's words occasionally, and yes she had heard the little breathy moans in her ear, but she assumed he was just into dry humping! She didn't have much time to linger in her thoughts, though. Instead, she was pulled into a long kiss. Kissing Slash was like nothing you could expect, he tasted like birthday cake chapstick and raspberries. As her tongue explored his mouth, she realized that Slash had fucked up teeth. Very fucked up, uneven teeth. For some reason, this made perfect sense for who he is as a person, and it turned her on even more. Her hands found themselves buried in fistfuls of curls. His curious hands wandered down until their found the zipper to his leather pants. She whines as he pulls away to wrestle with the ever-so-tight pants. 

     When he pulls his pants down, she's met with the biggest, pierced cock she's ever seen. It's pretty, with a nice pink tip and the lightest bit of pubic hair at the base, not quite long enough to curl and look messy, but not entirely shaved. She couldn't stop staring. "Oh! Sorry, I should have warned you. I got that done in, hm, 98' or so? around then. It hurt like a bitch, but doesn't it look nice?" He rambled off into your neck, tempted to bite kisses into the soft skin, but holding back for Myles' sake. She curiously approached it with one hand, enamored by how his cock stood tall against his midriff despite the heavy-looking jewelry. 

    He lightly smeared the metal-clad tip against her lips, simply in the name of teasing. She groaned at the steely cold that softly prodded at her lips. 

  

     "Do you think it'll fit?" he mumbled as he lined himself up straight with her, yet he simply let his cock rest on top of the girl's abdomen. He let out a low, deep whistle. "Jesus, look at that. Whaddya think, Myles? Will it fit?" He questioned as he looked the vocalist dead in the eye, grinning ever so predatorily. Whatever Myles had uttered back was entirely unintelligible but, how important was his advice anyways?

    

    "C'mere and fuck me already." She demanded and Slash obeyed. In one motion, he was inside of her. The two of them groaned out handfuls of curses at the first thrust. Slash grabbed her hips, burying his head in the other side of her neck, parallel to Myles. "Holy shit, fuck Myles! I understand why you didn't wanna share. She's a fucking, uh, vice, man." Slash groaned as he gripped her waist. 

     "Oh, Myles! He fucks me so good! Oh my god." She moaned as her hand frantically found his, running her fingers over the cold metal of his wedding band. Slash had been his best man. Maybe he had always wanted her, maybe there could be a way where the three of them worked as more than fuck buddies. Myles whimpered as grew more desperate for any sort of friction, I mean, come on, it's his wife getting fucked here! Let the dude jerk off, for God's sake. 

     Now, normally when touring with Slash, you walk backstage to the green room and he's either taking a quick nap or fucking with a guitar, not fucking chicks. It's not the 90's anymore, and he's calmed down quite a bit. So imagine the collective shock between Todd, Brent, and Frank when they open the door and get an eyeful of Slash's ass. There are maybe three thoughts that are passed among the men, and they go as such; Oh my God, Slash is fucking someone backstage. Oh my God, Slash is fucking Myles' wife backstage. Oh my God, Slash is cucking Myles Kennedy and fucking his wife. What. The. Fuck. The men gawk at each other, and then Todd starts to giggle. 

     "This, oh my lord, this is fucking- fuckin' absurd." He doubles over laughing as Brent and Frank frantically shush him. Frank's got his head in his hands as he murmurs a chorus of "What the hell, "s and Brent is silent. Truly, he's almost bug-eyed as he just stares. Slash pays them no mind, even as the girl under him reaches to cover herself or as Myles asks him what they'll do about this. 

      "C'mon, they want a show. Let's give them a show, dirty girl." Slash murmured to the girl below him as he began to resume his thrusting. She tried to stifle her moans, she really did! But, alas, she couldn't help herself, especially when Slash leaned toward Myles and began to rant about how ashamed he was of the vocalist. "Jesus Christ, man! Everyone thinks you're such a strong, bold frontman yet here you are, letting your wife get fucked on top of you." He slammed Myles, his voice starting quiet but growing in volume rather fast as his thrusts got harder. 

     "It's fucking pathetic, you know that? Imagine what people would think if they found out. Imagine the headlines 'Alter Bridge's Myles Kennedy Is A Cuckold, And You'll Never Believe Who The Bull Is!' Would you even be able to show your face again?" He questioned, ignoring the way Myles moaned and gripped at his legs. "Please, Slash, thank you. Thank you for helping my wife, thank you for helping our marriage." He knew these words weren't true, Myles had an ideal relationship even when his wife and he had been fighting, but it felt so good to let the words tumble out. 

     Sure, Myles didn't answer the question at hand, but that's okay. Discipline is learned after all. Slash could no longer push aside the tight feeling that lingered in his abdomen, he knew the fun of tonight would be over soon. He knew that tomorrow, he would be forced to sit down and have a grueling talk on how this most likely wouldn't work out, so he decided to live in the moment. He had sworn to Myles that he wouldn't even think about coming in his wife. Yet, his mind was swimming. "Oh, god. I'm so fucking close, you're so tight. Where do you want me to come? Where? Do you want me to come in this tight little pussy?" He didn't have a second to think before the words had left his mouth. 

     "Yes! Please Saul, Please come in me!" she begged. Slash was no fan of his legal name, but when it left her mouth, he saw it in a new light. Previously his name was just the man he was before, Saul was that awkward teenager with a curly mullet and Slash was the Guns N' Roses superstar, but the way she said it was new. It was unlike when fans had used it to try and dig into his personal life, it was as if it was the most sincere pet name leaving her mouth. It made him want to melt. 

      "What do you think, Myles? Should I come in her? You think she deserves it?" Slash leered at the younger man, ever so tempted to just let go now and ignore his input entirely. Myles only got a solid nod and a half in between Slash froze, pushing the entirety of his length into her. He panted and shook, throwing his head back with a long moan. He wouldn't quite describe the feeling of it as fireworks, more so like he was punched in the chest repeatedly. She wrapped her legs around him, as to try and keep him inside her as deep as possible. 

     The guitarist could vaguely hear the scattered wolf whistles that echoed through the room, but there wasn't a lot of time to think about how he may have permanently changed the way his bandmates viewed him when he still had a job to do. He leaned over once more, quickly mumbling a "Thanks." to Myles and pressing a small kiss to his collarbone before resuming his attack on the girl below him. He found himself desperately kissing her, unable to keep up the strong persona he had put on display previously. After a couple more minutes of making out, he slowly began to rock his hips once more. 

     "Sorry, it's ah, still sensitive." He huffed as he began to lightly twitch when the girl tighten around him. It was weirdly feminine, that tingly butterfly-esque feeling that chased Slash throughout all of his nerve endings as he worked to draw her closer towards her own finish. His thickly jeweled fingers played out their own rhythm on her clit. God damn those ever-so-skilled guitarist fingers. 

   

     He was unnaturally needy, desperately leaning in to receive kiss after kiss from the girl below. She pulled away first and he groaned. In an instant, she was reaching and drawing red lines along his back with her nails while she mumbled a series of curses with the occasional "I'm close!" sprinkled along her lines. 

      Finally, she came. She came with a babbled mix of both Slash and Myles' names. She was vaguely aware of the way Slash quickly adjusted her dress to keep her decency at least somewhat intact before tucking himself back into his own pants. It was all such a blur, a blur that was similar to the way you could hear everyone talking while you're underwater but every word is warbled and warped. She could feel herself being gently shimmied out of Myles' lap and placed on the couch beside him, nestled next to Slash. 

     Her tired hands reached for Myles' belt but were quickly stopped while she mewled something about how he hadn't finished. The hands that had intercepted hers belonged to nobody but her dearest husband. "Later, if you're up for it." He sweetly smiled at her and guided her hands into his own while the other three curious onlookers stared at the three lovers. 

     There was only one thing she had recalled before she had promptly passed out and that was a question asked by their beloved drummer. 

    "So, are we gonna talk about that? Or like, is this a normal thing? Have I just been missing out super hard?" 

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Before He Cheats | Chapter 3 • Duff Mckagan x Reader

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Word count: 2,805

A/N: I'm sorry that the third chapter took so long to make. I will taking a break from this story so I can work on my requests and work on another x reader multiple chapter story that I have been wanting to work on for a while.

Skylar's P.O.V

Man, they were so annoying. They were ruining my date with Duff. I was walking back to the Guitar shop with my fists clenched and an angry look on my face. I heard footsteps from far away, they were getting louder.

Duff was walking on the left side of me. He was breathing pretty heavily from all that running he did. "Skylar, why were you acting so rude?" Duff asked me.

"Because they were wasting our time." I replied. I scoffed. We both stopped walking because there was a car coming by.

"They weren't wasting my time." Duff said. Of course he would say that. We continued walking. I'm gonna have to tell him the truth. I can't hide this from him any longer. My fists were unclenched and I was rubbing my shoulder with my right hand.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. I'm tired of people interrupting us everytime we hang out together." I started to blush from embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Duff asked me. He didn't sound very happy. "Because I thought you would be mad." I said nervously. I looked at Duff and he was pretty angry. His fists were also clenched. "I'm mad that you didn't straight up tell me." Duff said angrily. I'm not used to him being angry, he's always happy and nice. I stopped looking at Duff and I looked straight ahead.

It was slient for a little bit. The wind was blowing in the background, the trees were rustling, and I could hear cars passing by.

"After I get my bass guitar, I'm going home." Duff was walking faster than me. He was pretty far from me.

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? I could have kept my mouth shut. Now Duff is mad at me. I'm so stupid. Why can't I just tell him how I feel? But that Claire girl, something was off about her. She seems pretty suspicious.

The next day, Slash's P.O.V.

1:00 PM, it was pretty hot outside. I'm kinda glad that it's hot in this house because my pet snakes are not in their tanks, wandering around the house and hot temperatures/weather are good for snakes. I was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. I was eating cereal while I was lying in my bed. I didn't have work today again. I could just relax until (Y/N) opened the door, calling my name. "Slash!" (Y/N) raised her voice at me. She was wearing a white plated ruffled short dress with brown boots. She looked pretty cute. "What is it, honey?" I yawned. "You said that you were going to hang out with me today." (Y/N) said.

"Oh yeah right." I forgot that I said that yesterday. That was the last thing on my mind. It didn't matter if I forgot or not, I didn't want to hangout with her at all. "Do you want to go bike riding with me?" I set my bowl on the nightstand. (Y/N) was smiling at you. "Yes, I do." She said, she had her hand on her hip. I got off from my bed and stretched a little. I haven't rode my bike in a little while so this is

"Alright, help me get the bikes from the garage." I told her. "Okay." She was walking to the garage, I was walking behind her.

Claire's P.O.V

I was at the beach bike shop, waiting for Slash. It's so fucking hot outside, the sun was beaming in my face. It didn't help that I was wearing a jean jacket.

I'm going bike riding with Slash but it's with (Y/N). Last time I hung out with her, she was so painfully nice and wouldn't stop talking to me. Maybe this time it won't be so bad. I already have my bike with me.

Slash's car was parked pretty far away from where I was standing. Slash was wearing a black tank top and some navy blue shorts. His hair was in a ponytail and he had sunglasses on. He looked so hot in his outfit and (Y/N) was using a stupid dress and some boots.

"Slash and (Y/N) were taking their bikes out of the trunk of their car. They set their bikes next to the car.

"I forgot my helmet again." Slash said.

"You always forget your helmet." (Y/N) said. They both turned around and saw me.

"I thought it was going to be only me and you." (Y/N) was confused.

"Well, Claire wants to join us." Slash pointed at me. I walked up to Slash, I was standing next to him. I was twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I just wanted to hang out with you guys." I lied. I only wanted to hang out with Slash, not with his annoying girlfriend. (Y/N) was scratching her head. "Uhh…" Before (Y/N) could say anything, some guy passed by us with his bike really fast.He rode his bike back to us, he hit the brake on his bike. "Hey guys! I didn't know you were coming here." A guy with short black hair said to us. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt with navy blue jeans and black pumas. Who was he?

"Hi Izzy." (Y/N) smiled. Oh, his name is Izzy.

"Oh you're that Claire girl that Steven was talking about yesterday." He said. I was a bit confused. Who is Steven? Slash probably knows. Izzy got off his bike and put his right hand in front of me. "Hi I'm Izzy." Izzy said. He wanted me to shake his hand, this was awkward. "H-Hey Izzy." I shook his hand. He seems nice. He let go of my hand. "Can I hang out with you guys? I got nothing–"

"No." Slash said. He was angry at Izzy. "Please." (Y/N) whined. She kept on pulling Slash's arm like a spoiled child. Please say no. "Alright, honey." Slash sighed. She stopped pulling on Slash's arm. Slash, you fucking idiot. I facepalmed. All I wanted to do was hang out with Slash, just the two of us.

Izzy immediately took off with the bike. He was pedaling really fast. "Izzy! Wait!" (Y/N) immediately went on her bike and pedaled really fast. She was catching up to Izzy. Slash got on his bike. "She's really annoying." I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

"I know." Slash agreed.

Izzy's P.O.V

Still pedaling my bike, Ibwas like two blocks away. My hair and clothes were blowing in the wind. The wind felt pretty good on my body on this sunny day. I stopped pedaling my bike because I was getting pretty tired. I turned my head around to see that (Y/N) was catching up to me. She was pedaling pretty fast. Slash was right behind her. "IZZY!" (Y/N) shouted my name from afar. She immediately stopped her bike. She got off of her bike and was breathing pretty heavily. She was right next to me. "Don't ever go that fast again. I could barely keep up." (Y/N) whined. I laughed a little at her.

Slash stopped his bike and he was next to (Y/N). "That was pretty fun." Slash said. He got off the bike and hold (Y/N)'s hand. "Where's Claire?" I asked. As I asked, I saw Claire pedaling her bike fast into the distance. She looked really angry until she saw a dent in the sidewalk. Claire tried to hit the brakes on the bike to stop in time but it was too late. Claire tripped over a dent on the sidewalk and fell off of her bike. She fell flat on her face. We were all shocked that this happened. "Oww!" Claire yelled in agony. She slowly got up from the ground. She was sitting, with her left leg sticking out and her right leg underneath her left leg. She was holding onto her right left with both hands. Why did she and the others not bring knee pads? "Honey– I mean Claire!" Slash quickly ran up to Claire. Slash sat next to her, trying to help her out. He lifted up her left pants leg slowly. There was a scrape on her knee, it was bleeding pretty badly. All we could do was stare at it. "Claire, are you okay?" Slash asked as he hold her arm. "I'm not okay, idiot! I scraped my knee." Claire yelled. It looked like she was in so much pain. "I got her. Go bring the car here and get the first aid kit from the car." Slash told us. "Okay, we'll see you there." (Y/N) said. We decided to walk instead of using our bikes because we didn't go that far.

Me and (Y/N) were walking to the car like Slash told us to do. It's so hot, I just wanted to eat some ice-cream. "Why did Slash call Claire honey?" I asked (Y/N) "I don't know. It was probably an accident." (Y/N) said. I doubt it was an accident. You don't call a friend of yours honey, especially when you have a girlfriend. "How long has Claire and Slash been friends?" I asked her. I was curious. "They have been friends for a couple of months now. They met at a bar." She explained. They met at a bar? Why would Slash go to a bar? "Duff sent me a picture of him at work." She said, I remember that I fixed Duff's bass guitar yesterday and he was mad when he came back for it. That was weird, he was happy when he asked me to fix his bass guitar. She showed me the picture on her phone. The picture was Duff in his work uniform in the bathroom. "He looks so cute." She added. She put her phone back in her pocket. It's so obvious that Duff likes her more than a friend, why can't she see it? He has had a crush on her since their sophomore year of high-school. "Duff is such a nice person and kind person. He loves helping others, he loves hanging out with us, he never has beef with anyone, I'm surprised that you guys aren't dating. You guys would be a perfect match." I told her. She didn't look happy at all when I said all of that to her. "Perfect match? Me and Duff are just best friends. I'm happy with Slash. He's my everything." She said, she took a sip from her soda. I don't want to see her get angry so I'm just gonna shut up. "Forget I said anything." I said. I should have kept my mouth shut. Now I think that (Y/N) knows that Duff loves her. I shouldn't have outed him out like that.

Moments later…

(Y/N) drove the car back to where Slash and Claire were at. The bikes were in the trunk except for my bike. Slash and Claire were sitting in the car, fixing up her inquiries while me and (Y/N) were at an ice-cream cart, eating ice cream and talking to each other. What a perfect time for an ice-cream cart to come around here. The ice-cream cart was about 80 meters away from the car. It's time for me to go to work unfortunately. "Well, I did have a lot of fun today." I smiled. "Me too." She said, I looked at the car window from afar and I think that Claire kissed Slash on the cheek. Slash kissed her back. Slash is cheating on (Y/N). I was shocked that this is happening but not really. "Izzy?" (Y/N) kept tugging at my shirt. I snapped my head back to (Y/N). "S-Sorry, (Y/N). I got distracted." I said to her, I threw my soda can at the ground because I was done with it. "I gotta go to work. I'll see you guys later." I got on my bike. "Bye Izzy." (Y/N) waved at me. I rode my bike into the distance.

Axl's P.O.V

It's 3:00 PM, my air conditioner was on in my house since it's hot outside. I was in the living room, playing on my piano. The song I was playing was Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata".

There was a knock on my door. Someone had to interrupt me while I was playing on my piano. I got up from my piano and walked to the door. Who was at my door? Skylar was at the door. She looked pretty sad. Skylar was wearing a burgundy tank top with black short jeans and black strap sandals. I wasn't really expecting her to come here. Me and Sky have been friends for a few years. Sky can be annoying, mean, and too honest sometimes I still hang out with her. "Sky, what are you doing here?" I asked her as I went back to my piano and continued playing. Skylar shut the door and walked up to me. Skylar stood next to me. She was kinda distracting me just by standing there. "I just want to talk to you about something." She said, she was scratching her head. "Sure, what is it?" I asked her. "Well, I don't tell anyone this but I'm in love with Duff." She told me. My face went from smiling a little to neutral. What she told me wasn't really surprising. I already know that Skylar is in love with Duff. "I know you like Duff, I can tell." I said. She punched me in my shoulder really hard. It hurted so bad, it made me stop playing the piano. "Asshole." She said in an angry tone. Her fists were clenched. "Ow!" I yelled as I rubbed my shoulder.

"It's so obvious you like him. You ask him to sit with you in the Tunnel of Love thing. I can't believe he's that oblivious." I yelled. "But I think he likes (Y/N). He always stares at her, compliments her, hangs out with her more than me and now he hates me because I lashed at him earlier." Skylar said. "He can't be with (Y/N), she's with Slash." I told her.

"No shit, Axl. I know that." Skylar yelled at me.

"Well, try harder than. I don't know what you want me to do!" I yelled at her. All of this yelling is making my throat hurt. "Can we stop yelling at each other?" Skylar asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. I have nothing else to do." Skylar layed on my couch, she put her feet on the couch. I turned my whole body around, facing her. "Instead of sitting on the couch, why don't you sit on my lap? I got a special gift for you." I give her a seductive look and I pointed at my crotch. She looked at me with an angry look in her eye. She's not in the mood to hear my stupid gross jokes. I stopped pointing at my crouch and sighed. "I'm gonna get you something to eat from the fridge." I said, I walked from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty messy, there were dirty dishes in the sink, pieces of food were on the floor. I will clean it up later.

What's in my fridge? Just a bunch of microwaved food, drinks and leftover spaghetti from yesterday. Skylar's favorite food is spaghetti, I might as well give her the last of it. I'm not really that hungry so I'm gonna have a glass of wine or bottle of wine because it's going to be a long and rough week. I set the cold bowl of spaghetti and fork on the living room table and I sat on the piano chair with a bottle of wine in my hand. "What made you lash at Duff?" I asked her, trying to open the wine bottle. "I got mad because everytime we hang out someone always has to interrupt us. This time Slash and his friend, Claire interrupted us–" Sky was still talking but all I heard was Claire. Claire, not her again. I'm tired of hearing her name. "Great, here we go again." I was getting angry just hearing her name. All that anger made me finally the wine bottle. "Wait? You know Claire?" She pointed at me. "No, only Izzy has met Claire. Me, Steven and Izzy were just talking about her earlier" I said as I threw the cork on the ground. "Let's just stop talking about Claire and relax a bit." I drank straight from the bottle because I didn't care. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes at me.

#guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan x reader #slash x you #slash x reader #slash gnr #saul hudson #x reader fanfiction #a03 fic #romance fanfiction #axl rose #axl rose fanfiction #izzy stradlin fanfiction #steven adler fanfiction #steven adler #izzy stradlin

[thesmokingguns]

Sauna Sunday

MINORS DNI 18+

All Slash ever wanted to do was make his girl feel loved. So that was why when she was talking about Finland, where her beloved Mummu was from, he knew that he had to take her for her birthday.

They arrived in Helsinki, jet lagged and fell into bed at the hotel, waking the next afternoon bleary eyed and excited to explore the city together. It was a Saturday and when they went to teh front desk of the hotel to ask what to do in the city the concierge suggested that they go to the spa and enjoy the sauna.

Sauna culture was big in Finland and Slash needed no excuse to get his girl naked. So they headed down the hall into the dressing rooms, getting undressed and meeting each other outside the wooden room. She smirked, holding the towel around her as they stepped inside the room.

He had been in a sauna before and laid his towel down, sitting naked by the stones. He was smirking as he watched her, cheeks turning pink as she looked around like someone could see them together. But he held his hand out, pulling her close and letting her towel drop.

He hadn’t planned to fuck her in the sauna, but as she sat, straddling his lap and the steam around them fogged the air he knew that he was going to.

She kissed him first, long  kisses with her tongue tracing him as she held onto his shoulders. Slash heard the hiss of water falling on the rocks and the squelch of her pussy as she slid down on his length.

They were in a place someone could walk in at any second but what was he supposed to do, tell her no? That wasn’t happening.

“Fuck, honey.” she smirked, knees digging into the wooden slats as you rolled her hips, holding onto the side of his face as she placed sloppy kisses to try and hide her moans as she felt him inside of her. The wetness of her body as she hugged Slash’s cock inside of her, squeezing around him as her pussy juice soaked his shaft, leaking down his balls and onto his thighs.

His back hands grabbed her hips and then moved down, handfuls of ass as he raised her up and down, showing her exactly how he wanted to fuck her.

“Sophia, honey, fuck you’re fucking me so good, honey.” his praise warmed her all over. Or maybe it was the sweat that was coating her skin from the warmth of the sauna.

Both of them sticking together.

Slash slid his hands up her back over her ribs and around until he was cupping her breasts in his hand, eyes meeting hers as if she was daring him to do more to give her pleasure, which he gladly would do. He popped one nipple between his lips sucking and biting as her head came back, hair fanning out as she cried his name out way too loud for a public space. But instead of doing the appropriate things and telling her that they needed to be quiet he was bucking his his ups, balls slapping her ass as he licked his way across to the next nipple.

Slash knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. He stood up, the steam from the rocks feeling good as he moved Sophia down, laying her against the slats of the bench. His eyes flashed over something in the corner and he smirked.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, like a good girl.” she didn’t question him, wanting him to keep on fucking her as she slid her ass up high, shaking it left to right to entice him back inside of her.

Instead something came down on the back of her thighs and then her ass, something that felt like leaves and that's tung but also made her make a soft sound of pleasure. Turning her head she saw slash holding a bundle of birch, hand stroking his cock as he softly beat at her skin, watching it redden as she arched her back at the way it felt.

“You like that, dirty girl?” he asked, hand raising as he brought it down harder, watching the way her mouth formed an ‘oh of pleasure as she nodded.

He was slipping back into her, feeling her squeeze around him as a welcome back inside. Slash dropped teh birch, moving his hands to teh side of his hips as he fucked his girl, feeling teh sweat pouring out of him. He wasn’t going to last long and if he kept fucking her at this pace he was going to faint.

Thankfully he heard the sound she made, the soft little ‘unh’ sound she made right before she came.  His hand slid around her stomach, laying some of his weight on her back as he reached around, rubbing the bud between her legs as he slid in and out of her.

“You let go, princess. You cum for me like the good girl you are, okay?” she made another half intelligent sound that had Slash’s balls rising up, ready to drain himself into her clenching pussy, “Cum for me now.” his two fingers circling her clit as he pounded into her.

She had no choice but let herself go, head sliding down to hit the wood slats as her toes clenched, cracking as she came. Slash was fascinated, the steam and sweat around them seeming to intensify everything as he emptied himself inside her body.

Pulling away he watched the way his cum came out of her, the white steady stream slipping down her thighs as she laid, face down and exhausted on the bench. He bent down, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear as she turned looking at him with a soft satisfied smile on her face.

“C’mon birthday girl. I have a whole plan for you today and this was just a small detour.” Sophia smiled at Slash, blushing as he kissed her again before helping her up. Gravity making more of his cum fall down her thighs in steady streams. He used his towel to wipe it up, “Let's get you cleaned up first though.”

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[zaynsxsoul]

♡ Guns N’ Roses masterlist ♡

→ Slash

Tangerine (smut)

55 year old Slash finds himself infatuated on nineteen year old Y/N. The only problem is that you are his son's new friend and their neighbor.

#saul hudson #slash guns n roses #slash x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses #gnr fanfic #gnr smut #gnr x reader #slash hudson

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chapter 2/?

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