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I'll take care of you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6 months earlier...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

daddy 🎀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

daddy

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

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

i do weddings 💜

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