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YALL DONT UNDERSTAND SHEZOW X MAZ LIKE I DO.

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

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

IVE HAD THIS ACC FOR TWO YEARS....??????

i might delete this acc im really not that great at keeping up w it

Michelle

part 4 (a)

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

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

part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that a camera..?"

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

imagine kissing slash so much his lips get all sore and sensitive🥺❤️❤️

No literally

His lips are so pretty like so big and plush, his teeth are crooked and it's adorable (he's scared of the dentist).

Imagine just like crawling into bed with him and he's just clinging to you, kissing all over your face until you finally kiss him back and then he's done for.

He just keeps going, letting your tongue into his mouth, soft moans leaving him as he grinds against your leg and he sleeps naked so it's just skin on skin but he's so needy his tip is just all cute and blushing.

You'd be tired and so would he but he keeps chasing your lips every time you pull away, he just needs you so bad.

His hands would be all over you, especially your chest because it's Slash, and he's just all whiny.

Making out with Slash and his lips are red and bruised, you don't know where his other hand is but you have a feeling it has something to do with his cute little noises getting higher.

Making out with Slash🤤

I love you

a/n: so im starting up the between the lines fandom. there has to be someone out there who fw this movie.

warnings: KISSBOY JEFF, kissyface 🤨🤨🤨, injuries ig, some form of smut although it really isnt

enjoy ★

Harry grabbed Max, having to physically restrain him as he took his anger out on the air, watching the car drive away. Abbie immediately rushed over to David, making sure he was okay. He had blood dripping down his nose. Of course, David tried to play it off as nothing. Like he wasn't bothered. But Max, Harry, and Abbie could clearly see through him. They knew him too well, especially Max.

He still let the three of them help him get home, though.

They had helped him with whatever he needed, then left to get back to work. However, only half an hour after leaving, Max came back. He didn't even bother knocking. He just opened the door to David's apartment. With his key.

"David?" Max calls out, walking into the apartment. He walks into the living room to find him sitting on the couch, staring off into space. He sits down beside him, "David? You with me?" He places a gentle hand on his shoulder. David blinks a few times before turning his head to look at Max, "oh, hi. I didn't hear you come in," he smiles.

Max gives him an unamused look, "cut the shit." David frowns, "what are you talking about?" Max sighs, "stop it. Stop pretending like you're okay, like that didn't bother you, like you aren't hurt!"

"But I'm really not, Max, trust me. It wasn't a big - ow ow ow!" He looks down at his wrist in Max's hand. Max was staring at him with the same unamused look.

"You're screaming in pain after I very gently grabbed your wrist, and you expect me to believe you're okay?"

David stays quiet. Max's eyes soften, "please talk to me? Please - please talk, say something, I'm listening, please?" David finally speaks, "my wrist is killing me... " His voice is barely above a whisper. Max frowns, "why didn't you say so? We would've taken you to the hospital sooner, you know?"

David shakes his head quickly, "no, no, I'm not going to the hospital, Max, I'm fine!" Max sighs, "no, you're not... I mean, for Christ's sake, it looks like your wrist is broken!" David scoffs, "It's not broken -" he's cuts himself off, crying out in pain when Max roughly grabs his wrist. Max gives him that same unamused look, "you were saying?"

David stays quiet, trying his best not to cry, but Max could clearly see the tears that he couldn't stop from falling.

"Woah, hey... I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just -" he pauses and sighs, "I'm worried about you." David sniffles, clutching his wrist in his other hand. Max gently takes his hand, "please, you're hurt. Let me take care of you. Please? I promise I'll be extremely gentle. It's not weak, it's not humiliating, it's normal. Needing help is normal." David stays quiet for a while before nodding. Barely.

After a few hours at the hospital, a doctor tells David that he has a dislocated wrist and manipulates it back into place before applying the splint.

Max drives him back to his apartment and sits him down on the couch. "Do you understand now?"

David looks at him, confused. "You didn't even know your wrist was dislocated. You were fully prepared to go about your day pretending like you were fine, and that most definitely would've resulted in an even more severe injury." Max wraps his arms around David and gently pulls him closer.

"David, there's nothing wrong with asking for help, you know? I'm here for you. We're all here for you. The same way we're all there for each other. We don't want to help you and take care of you because we don't think you're capable of doing it yourself. We want to help you and take care of you when you need it because we care about you. And again, it's not just you. If what happened to you had happened to, say, Harry? We would've offered him all the same help and support we offered you. It's not a way of putting you down or taking pity on you. It's because we care about you and love you. I love you."

David slowly stares up at Max with wide eyes before he can realise what he just blurted out. "What? Wha - um, what, uh, what?"

Max's eyes go wide when he finally realises what he said. He stares ahead of him, almost frozen. The silence in the room is deafening. After what feels like an eternity of silence, David nervously clears his throat, "uh, um, so - so I'm guessing that based on your... reaction right now, that was an accident?" He asks carefully.

Max stays frozen in place, still staring at the wall with wide eyes. David clears his throat again, "and, um, so, I'm guessing because it was an accident... I'm not allowed to say it back?"

Max blinks. He looks down at David, "what...?" David looks around nervously. Max grabs his face, making him look at him. "What did you just say?" David laughs nervously, "w-well technically I didn't actually say it -" Max cuts him off, "David. Say it." The silence returns.

But it doesn't last nearly as long. "I love you." The words are loud and clear to Max, and that's all he needs to pin him down on the couch, closing the gap between them.

After a few moments, he pulls away, resting his forhead on his. "I love you too." David smiles, "really?"

"No." His face drops. Max grins, "I'm joking, of course I do." David hits his arm, "oh you're a real asshole you know that?" Max shuts him up by kissing him again.

Their more sweet, passionate kiss quickly turns into a somewhat heavy makeout session, considering David's wrist was still dislocated until they both fall asleep on the couch.

how would we feel abt ian malcolm/jeff goldblum characters fics ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ (send requests pls i beg)

forgot i was writing the slaxl fic tbh.

Ian Malcolm would be the type of guy to sit you in his lap and finger you until you cry while reading his emails, denying you his cock every time you beg for it instead.

"Be a good girl and wait till daddy's done with his work, 'kay sweetheart?"

Who is he?

part 3 (a)

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

warnings: im not really sure there are any

part 2

enjoy ★

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

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

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

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

They finally make eye contact.

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

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

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

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

Nat has to physically drag him away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He drove off into the night, driving around aimlessly.

i’ve never ever been on your page before but i love your username pls dont die 😪🫶🏻

i do weddings 💜

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

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

warnings: mentions of eating disorders

enjoy ★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods. And he kept his promise.

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

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

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

You hesitate.

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

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

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

You nod.

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

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

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

plsss continue ur slaxl fic it’s so good

IM TRYING 😕

so ive been sick... 😰

i start writing again now

does anyone else fw weekend at bernies ;-;

You can't hurt me

part 2 (a)

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

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

part 1

enjoy ★

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

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

She sighs, "wanna tell me what happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Axl.

With another man.

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

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

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

Take me to church

warnings: angst, brief mentions of sh, homophobia, internalised homophobia, f slur, overall heavy topics. 🥰

a/n: whY AM I WRITING SLAXL 🥲 ts may be the most chronically online thing ive ever done. am i the only one who thinks axl and slash are like mickey and ian and am i also the only one who hates bottom mickey...

i like girls and guys i can say fag go away

enjoy ★

This was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to them. Or at least, that's what Slash thought. Axl and Slash had been secretly dating, but some dickhead soccer player at their school found out and told the entire school. It was bad enough that Slash had long hair, dressed in glam and occasionally painted his nails - he had a 'girlfriend' who was really his best friend who was secretly a lesbian. But now he was out as gay, and out against his will.

It had taken a serious toll on Slash's mental health, so much to the point that he couldn't bring himself to go to school and even took a blade to his skin.

The only thing that seemed good to him was when his mom found out and she was more than accepting. She was having an affair with David Bowie, and while it didn't affect him majorly, it was comforting to know he was accepting too.

As much as it didn't bother Axl, as long as it didn't get back to his parents, seeing how badly it affected the man he loved made him unbelievably angry.

Slash spent as much time as he could ditching class, staying home, or staying with Axl or his 'girlfriend'. Making sure he was never alone in public worked surprisingly well. Nobody came near him when he was with Axl, gay or not, people still avoid a hormonal bipolar teenager.

Of course, he would freak himself out when he he had to walk home. Alone. Axl hadn't been waiting for him at the end of the day like usual, so here Slash was, walking through an alley because it was the quickest way home. It was still light out, and no one was around, so he would be fine. Right?

Wrong.

It was fast. And slow. All at the same time. All it took was one punch for the loud ringing in his ears to start. Someone had grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. Hit. Punch. Shove. Kick. They pulled him up off the ground and shoved him against the wall again.

'Did you really think you'd get away with being a fucking faggot' one of them spat. The word alone hurt, but the way it rolled off his tongue with venom stung. The guy punched him again, he could feel the blood dripping down his face. Slash was more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life.

They weren't showing any signs of stopping any time soon. Was being gay this wrong? Was he truly a bad person?

He was in unbearable pain. He tried everything he could to push them off, but to no avail.

They were genuinely going to beat him to death. He was going to die. He was actually going to die all because of who he loved. That was all he could think about. His final thoughts. Until the guy was pulled off him.

Slash slowly opened his eyes. Before him was Axl beating the shit out of both guys and screaming at them. "Don't you EVER lay your fucking hands on him ever again, understand!?" He was screaming so loud it actually hurt Slash's ears. But what shocked him most was that both guys looked absolutely terrified, maybe even more than Slash.

They nodded and ran away.

Axl turned to Slash, who had since sunk to the ground sobbing and shaking.

Axl kneeled in front of him, cupping his face. "Let me see, let me see..." Slash tried to pull away. He was ashamed. He couldn't stand up for himself. Axl sighed, "it's okay, you're okay... okay? I'm gonna take you home. They're gone. Okay? You're safe. I promise."

Slash was in a state of shock. He was hyperventilating. He was clearly struggling to breathe. "I- they- I was just - and then - and I- walking - and they - attacked -" Axl shushed him, grabbing his face a little more rough than before.

"Breathe."

They sat in the alley for at least half an hour as Slash tried to come down from his panic attack. Axl stayed with him the entire time, doing and saying everything he could to help him relax. He knew Slash was prone to panic attacks. He also knew he was in a great deal of pain, which he could only imagine were making things worse.

As promised, Axl took Slash home. The pair were now sitting in the bathroom, Axl cleaning the blood from his boyfriend's face.

"Do you think this is wrong?" Slash asks carefully. "What, beating people up for being gay? Course it’s wrong, it's a hate crime - " Axl started, but Slash interrupted.

"Not that. This. Us."

Axl froze.

He slowly looked down at Slash. "Is that a serious question?" Slash nodded. "Everyone thinks so. Maybe they're right." Axl scoffs, "you're not serious, are you fucking serious!?"

He nodded again. "I don't think we should be together." Axl stares at him, "don't... don't say that... don't you fucking say that..." Slash gets up and walks out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. "I think you should go. Don't try to call me."

He walks out of the bathroom, leaving Axl standing there completely shocked, hurt, and confused. He leaves Slash's house.

Instead of going home, Axl went to the abandoned house he crashed in when things got particularly difficult at home. While he knew Slash and his mom would always welcome them into their home, he never wanted to worry Slash with the abuse he was enduring at home.

Though, now he felt like he couldn't. Slash had actually broken up with him. When he got 'home', he started breaking everything he could, until he passed out from exhaustion.

Slash walked into his room, crying. He sat down on his bed, reaching for a blade.

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

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

are u still alive??😭😭

naw 😞

ill start writing again soon i swear 🧍🏻‍♂️

I don't think it's incest if they're not blood siblings

siblings = incest

Hii!! I love your writing so much!! I wanted to request to you to write about slash being reader’s step bro. Slash walks in the reader’s room while she was making herself feel good and they end up f-ing. Also I’d love if the reader would have some aftercare and cuddles. Thank you so much <33

hey so this is incest!

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

SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE 💔

good boy

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

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

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

You open the door, "Slash?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He whines softly, "... fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hes gonna take it like a good boy

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