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healing from a breakup
summary: you and your boyfriend broke up because he cheated on you, and slash was there to comfort you.
contents: fluff
word count: 806
You found out your boyfriend cheated on you, causing a huge argument between you two that soon ended the relationship. You walked to your apartment while crying, your mascara slightly smudged and runny from your salty tears. He was your everything, and as much as you tried to stop crying you couldn’t. A car slowly drives by you, before recognizing a figure in the drivers seat. It was your boy best friend, Slash.
“Hey, are you okay?” His voice softly called out as he rolled down the window.
You looked at him before shaking your head no.
He sighed. “Get in,” He said before you heard the doors click & unlock.
You enter the passenger’s seat, closing the door and buckling in before he started to drive off. “What happened?” He asked, his voice still soft while his eyes drifted in between the road and you. “Me and my boyfriend broke up,” you spoke, your voice hoarse from crying & not speaking. Slash looked at you, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “What? What did he do?” He exclaimed and stammered out. “He cheated on me” you said, wiping the messy mascara from your eyebags & fixing your makeup. “Okay, well you can stay at my place tonight. Maybe that’ll cheer you up” he offered before you answered with a nod.
A few minutes later you both arrived at his house. You exited the passenger’s seat, and he locked the doors. He opened the front door for you and allowed you inside of his house. After you both take off your accessories, you sit down on the couch. Slash was in the kitchen, making coffee for you both. He came over to the couch and you felt a weight shift in the cushion next to you as he sat down. He placed both of the cups on the coffee table and his hands drifted to your back, rubbing up and down gently.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He said in a low voice.
“It’s just that I really trusted him, and I don’t know if I can date another guy after that,” you say. Your voice broke as tears streamed down your cheeks once again.
He tapped your arm in order for you to face him and pulled you into a warm hug. Slash’s arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder, his dark curly hair visible through the corner of your eye. You wrapped your arms back around him and cried into his arms, your body jumping with every sob. “Shhh,” he murmured into your ear as he pulled you closer, at a loss for words. Soon your sobs turned to sniffles and your body started to relax. The coffee started to become cold, but you didn’t care. You leaned into Slash’s touch and closed your eyes, focusing on his body warmth. He slowly pulled away and broke the hug, yet his hand was still on your back supportively. You could feel the print of his silver rings pressing against your back gently.
“Do you feel better now?” Slash said, his eyes filled with worry.
You nodded and a small smile formed on his lips. He removed his hand from your back and turned away. You suddenly felt like something was missing, aching for his touch. “Wait,” You say before he turns towards you. “Yeah?” He asks. “Can we just stay like that for a little longer?” You asked, your voice slightly low. He nodded and pulled you into a hug once again. After a good five minutes, your cheeks started to flush and you laid on him. He let himself fall down onto the couch pillow and you ended up resting on his chest.
You positioned yourself comfortably and his fingers found your hair, softly running through your roots. The only sound was the sound of our soft breathing. You faced him, resting your chin against his chest to look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart. Your eyes analyzed Slash’s face as his brown eyes stared deep into yours. The way his curls framed his face, his eyes stared into yours, the way his lips curved every time he smiled. It drove you crazy.
“Can I kiss you?” He muttered. You nodded and leaned in, tilting your head to the right. His warm hands cupped your face and your hands rested on his neck as he kissed you. His lips felt warm and soft against yours before he slid his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you slowly, but it didn’t feel lustful. It felt full of affection, and your tongue moved against his for a brief moment before you both pulled away. Your head went back to resting on his chest and your eyes closed. Slash’s hands rubbed your back as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
semi-formal, part 2
summary for both parts: even though you’re in the U.S, you go to a mardi gras semi-formal dance. you turn out to be heartbroken, only for things to twist into a night with your ex Slash.
contents: smut, I guess fluff?
part 1 link: https://www.tumblr.com/mortifiedkaz/778087478584311809/semi-formal-part-1
word count: 722
After getting home, you decided to call Slash. You both were normally talking before deciding to get back together in a relationship again. He talked about how much he missed you and how much he wanted you to come over as soon as possible. You offered to sneak out and he was okay with it. So as soon as his mother went to bed, you got your shit and ran out the door. You called him during the 30 minute walk and hung up when you were nearby. He walked up to you and stared into your eyes deeply. “I missed you,” he muttered. “I missed you too” you said with a smile before he grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss.
His tongue entered your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled away and lead you to a more secluded area. “I love you so much,” he said. “I love you too” you replied before he pulled you back into a kiss. This time, it was slow and sensual. Your breathing hitched and your hand went to hold onto his hair. His pace picked up as he reached behind you and gripped your ass. “Mmhh,” you heard him hum into the kiss which only made you more turned on. You pulled him closer, slightly grinding against his leg.
He broke the kiss and sat down on the ground with you. “I’m hard,” he blurted out. You giggled a bit before giving him a small peck on the lips. He went to tease you through your pants but was just aggressively rubbing your clit. You squirmed away before going to rub him through his pants slowly. You kissed him slow & sexual again as you rubbed him faster and faster, feeling him soon turn into a brick underneath you. You pulled away from the kiss and let him take off his pants & boxers.
He guided your hand onto his shaft and you started slowly stroking him, not wanting to hurt him. You could hear his loud shaky breathing. He kissed you once again, not able to get enough of you. Your tongue kind of tumbled around his, trying to focus on attempting to kiss good and stroking him at the same time. He whimpered into your mouth, kissing you more aggressively. He asked for you to speed up and so you did, stroking him faster. Your other hand rested in between the both of you. You felt his cock thrust up into your hand and his shaft starting to twitch. His whimpers in your mouth got even louder before he started to buck his hips up, flooding your hand with his hot sticky cum. You felt the warmth run down your hand as he shot out spurt after spurt. You rub him through his orgasm, slowly stroking him once he came before stopping completely. He pulled away from the kiss, catching his breath.
He looked down and realized he came on his coat beneath him, so he decided to go back inside to clean it up. As you were left there, you rinsed your hand off in the snow, unable to wipe it on anything else. He comes back and you stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want to get caught,” he mutters. “Does this mean you’re going?” I ask. “Yeah but not right now, only in a few minutes” he replied. You smiled and pulled him into a tongue kiss, but instead of desire it was just of endearment. “I love you so much,” you said as you pulled away from the kiss to kiss him all over his face.
“I love you too,” he said back and smiled. You couldn’t get enough of him, your hands wandering all over him and kissing him all over his face and neck. You accidentally made a joke and he jokingly walked away, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to you. “No, you’re not leaving without a kiss,” you said. You didn’t want to sound controlling but you needed to kiss him just one last time. He blushed and gave you one last kiss before giving you a hug. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too darling,” you replied. He became flustered at the nickname before he had to go, walking away. “Bye love,” you said loud enough for him to hear. He turned and waved to you before you started walking back home with a smile on your face.
semi-formal part 1
summary for both parts: even though you’re in the U.S, you go to a mardi gras semi-formal dance. you turn out to be heartbroken, only for things to twist into a night with your ex Slash.
part 2 link: https://www.tumblr.com/mortifiedkaz/778090241863122944/semi-formal-part-2
word count: 706
You never really understood going to parties, you just went out in order to dress up and have some drinks if there was alcohol. Obviously there never was any because you were 15, but that wasn’t the sole purpose. You sat at a table with your friends; people were in dresses of green, blue, and white yet you were in a black dress that showed off your tits and ass. Everything was going fine until you looked up and saw the dude you liked standing next to a girl. He stared back at you before turning to his girlfriend.
Your heart broke. You genuinely thought that he liked you and that you had a chance with him. Your hand shakes as you sip a glass of lemonade. Your friend brings you out of a daze, looking at you with a concerned look. “Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking really badly” She asked. “No,” you replied, trying to make your tone sound joking but instead sounded very serious. “You need me to get you some food or anything to help?” She said softly. “I’m okay no thank you,” you replied softly back in response.
After a few minutes you started to feel a bit better, trying to focus on your other friend to dance with her & feel better but at some point even she ditched you. You were left standing alone, staring at the dance floor blankly. Slash was a few months older than you, yet the same age. He walked up next to you and went on a small rant because you guys were still friends even if he was your ex. “It’s actually so fucking depressing sitting here without your friends and going here alone,” he huffed into your ear. “Tell me about it, how do you think I feel?” I said back jokingly, smiling at him.
Conversation started between you guys and soon you were playfully wrestling, giggling at each other. You both slowly started to come down and becoming less giggly before your best friend and her boyfriend quickly passed by.
“Kiss,” Her boyfriend yelled before scattering away.
Me and Slash both looked at each other. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, my heart beating faster and my palms sweating. I wanted to seriously kiss him, but I didn’t know if he would be comfortable with it or not because he mentioned liking another girl that didn’t like him back so I gave him a playful dirty look. He acted the same way as I did and it was silent for a few seconds before he changed the subject.
He put his arms on my arm and I reciprocated the action, and now we were both caressing each others arms. I thought he was joking around until I looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. I couldn’t take him seriously and kept making playful looks at him, but he remained serious. Soon, everybody left and the room started to empty. “Shit, i think it’s over,” I said as I watched people leave. “Oh yeah, you’re right” he said before pulling me to the side.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night at my house tonight?” He asked in a serious tone. Your heart fluttered, you never stayed the night. Of course you accepted his offer, yet his parents still said no. “Well, do you need a ride?” He asked. “No, thank you though. I already have a ride” you said in a soft tone. He left and you were stranded there, sitting on the curb alone with your coat on. Your father was being an asshole about picking you up and said he would take 10 minutes. “I really wish I could’ve stayed the night, my father’s being an asshole,” you texted Slash.
“Yeah I know. Hey, this might be weird but I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime” He replied. Your cheeks flushed and you agreed.
“I wish I could’ve kissed you at the dance,”
“Me too, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”
“Me neither, but the next time I’m going to see you I’m going to kiss you”
“I’m okay with that,” you texted back before getting a ride home.
phone sex
contents: smut, dom!slash x sub!femreader, dirty talk
word count: 930
p.s if u have any requests don’t be afraid to ask
You’ve been extremely horny lately, feeling extra bad for your boyfriend. You wanted to let him know that you loved him and not lusted over him, but you couldn’t control your high sex drive. This never really happened when you weren’t in a relationship, but now that you’re dating slash.. it’s like heaven. You called him a bit late every day because he always arrived at a hotel after a busy gig with his band.
You decided to call him, you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You heard the phone ring a few times in your ear before a familiar voice came to the phone.
“Hey sweetheart,” Slash said softly.
“Hi my love” you replied.
Even his voice was so angelic to you. God, it drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you guys were on call for an hour and a half. It was now 9pm and your panties randomly got soaked, a wave of horniness hitting you like a brick. You let out a low whine, the weird sensation pooling in your core. Your heart started to pound in your chest, your chest heaving. “Are you alright?” He asked in the same soft tone. “Mhm just a bit horny,” you confessed. He let out a deep chuckle at your confession without a word, which only made your arousal worse.
You weren’t usually a bold type of person, but you couldn’t help but to think about how you would love to get him hard by being straightforward. “I want you inside of me so badly,” you murmured. He groaned at your words, “You’re going to make me hard” he gritted through his teeth. “Good, I wanna make you hard” you say, your hand resting on top of your boob. Your words caused a bulge to grow in his pants, and the relaxed silence grew to sexual tension.
You couldn’t help but to grind against your blanket, whimpering needily. “What’re doin’ right now?” You ask. “Rubbing myself,” he replied. You could hear how heavy his breathing was and the sound of faint rustling. His hand traced over his leather-covered hard on as he focused on the sound of your voice. You just giggled mischievously, loving the sound of him getting turned on. “I wanna feel you” he moaned out softly. “Me too,” you croaked out, feeling yourself twitch inside of your soaked panties.
Before you knew it, your phone was on your other pillow and two of your fingers were plunged inside of your wet heat. His hand was rubbing up and down his shaft as you let out soft moans. The thought of him fucking you and stretching you open drove you crazy. He grunted and groaned, listening to your every sound. “I love you,” he said with a shaky breath. “I love you too” you managed to moan out in response.
Your moans gradually became louder, and his groans became more frequent. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he came. You were surprised from how fast he came, you weren’t even halfway done. But you continued either way, needing to finish. He continued stroking anyways. “I need you to ride me so badly,” he grunted. “I wanna feel you inside of me” you whined. Your fingers curled and your body convulsed. You came, moaning loudly. This caused him to have another orgasm, hearing him grunting and groaning as you panted lightly from your orgasm.
You sat there debating on whether to cum again, your pussy was still wet yet you were somewhat tired. Oh well, he came twice as well. You started again, your pussy feeling almost numb but sensitive from your last orgasm. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes and imagine your fingers were his cock, your fingers plunging in and out of your hole faster at the thought. He was still masturbating, barely any noise coming out of him this time. As you were halfway done with your orgasm, you heard him cuss under his breath once again. “Fuck, I love you” he gasped out as he came. You giggled and kept going as he relaxed and regained composure.
It was hard to cum, your fingers sore. All you could do was moan and attempt to go faster. Dirty words and pleas spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably. “I feel so bad for continuing while you’re exhausted,” you say to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. Keep going” he muttered. You listened to him, your orgasm coming closer and closer. “What are you doing now?” You ask in curiosity for the last time. “Rubbing myself again while listening to you,” he responded. You let out a “hmm” noise as an ‘I understand’.
“I wanna suck on your clit so badly, make you cum in my mouth” he said slowly. For some reason, this threw you off of the edge. Your back arched and you came harder than ever before, crying out in pleasure. “Oh, slash, oh fuck,” is all that comes out of your mouth, cum & arousal flooding your fingers as it drips down onto the sheets. He chucked in enjoyment as he heard you gasp and cry out in pleasure. Afterwards, you both sat there in the aftershock. Your legs shaked yet you were still able to put on your pants. He agreed to put on his pants as well and laid back down afterwards.
“You mean so much to me baby,” he mutters out lovingly, his voice laced with exhaustion.
“You mean everything to me,” you mutter back out in response before rolling over and drifting off to sleep out of exhaustion.
Ponytail
contents: fluff, fem!reader
authors note: sorry I disappeared on you guys, it won’t happen again
word count: 489
You were 18 and slash was 20, and since you couldn’t find a job yet you just stayed at home & kept the house clean. Slash always came home late, starting work at 8 and working overtime until 9pm. You were in your pjs just laying down on the couch rewatching Scream in the dark when suddenly, you heard the door open. You didn’t think anything of it until you remembered Slash didn’t come home this early.
Your body filled with fear as you slowly stood up and turned on the light. You turned behind you to see Slash standing there, his hair in a ponytail and his face damp from sweat. Your fear is quickly replaced with concern as you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You never come home this early” You asked, making your tone soft.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer for a quick peck on the lips.
“Just a long day, that’s all darling. I couldn’t stand working for so long tonight & I had to see you again.” Slash murmurs as he nuzzles into your neck.
You nod and rub the back of his neck in attempt to comfort him somewhat and grab his hand to lead him to the bedroom. You sit up on the bed and wait until he fills the spot next to you. “I’m here for you love, just rest” I mutter to him as we get into a cuddling position. He was now laying down on my chest, rubbing my waist. I stroked his hair and hummed gently until he fell asleep beneath me. I looked at his relaxed facial expression as he slept before taking his hair tie out of his hair carefully and drifting off to sleep.
Morning soon comes and both of our hair is messed up. He rubs his eyes open and looks at you, a smile forming on his face. “You’re so gorgeous,” he says with admiration in his voice before he pulls you into a kiss. You let out a sleepy groan and kiss him back. After a few minutes of waiting to fully wake up, he leaves the bed. “Where are you going?” You ask. “Wait there” he said before quickly putting his hair into a ponytail again.
He returns with a tray of breakfast and kisses you on your forehead. “Thank you my love,” you say before eating the food. After you eat, you put the empty tray on the kitchen counter since the sink was full. You came back into bed and Slash was still in his same position. You face the opposite way and he spoons you. You felt your eyelids getting heavier and you squirm against him. He kisses your cheek and holds you still. “Just relax,” he whispers. Soon, you fall asleep peacefully once again in his arms as the hours pass by.
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
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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.
girl dad slash has my heart forever
HES HOLDING HER HAND
Hii I love your fics and I am not sure if I already asked you for one but I wanted a fic where slash is taking care of you while your pregnant or something like that I want it a smut and fluff please
(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to) thank you!!
a/n: can you tell i started to rush the smut near the end?....should i do a slash being the best dad ever fic?? i can so see him as a girl dad tbh... the smut part probably isnt really what you wanted tbh but its the best i could do bc having sex while ur pregnant freaks me out but i didnt wanna get rid of the smut completely cuz boring so i found a loophole enjoy ★
warnings: drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal sex 😛, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight begging?
You sigh as you walk into the livingroom. You were 5½ months pregnant, and it wasn't easy. Your boyfriend, Slash, looks up at you from the couch, "what's wrong?" You frown, "I'm so sick of being pregnant!"
Slash sighs and gently pulls you down onto the couch. He looks at you, "is your stomach heavy?" You pout and nod. He frowns, "I'm sorry, baby... but think about this, you only have about 2½ months left, and then you'll get to hold your baby," he smiles, "is that not something to be excited about?"
You sigh. He had a point. You were undoubtedly excited to hold your baby. He could tell you were still upset and in pain, though. He leans closer and rests his chin on your shoulder, "remember how this happened?" He smirks. Your face goes bright as you think about the last time you had sex.
6 months earlier...
You and Slash had just gotten home from a night out, and you were both pretty drunk. You couldn't stop giggling.
Slash presses you against the front door and starts kissing you. You keep giggling against his lips, but then melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck.
He kisses your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking slightly. You hum and your hips buck slightly. He puts his knee between your legs for you to grind on. You moan softly, and he grabs your hips. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.
He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pushes your miniskirt up around your hips, then looks up at you, "feeling brave, are we?" He asks teasingly after seeing you weren't wearing panties. You smile, "a little..." Slash gets down on his knees and starts lapping at your folds. You gasp and moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He grips your thighs, spreading them a little more as he flicks your clit with his tongue.
Your moans get louder, and you start grinding against his face. He takes a hand off your thigh and pushes two fingers inside, sucking on your clit. You gasp shakily, "fuck! Slash, please, don't- don't stop!" Your moans get louder and needier as he works his fingers in and out of you faster. You tilt your head back and hold his head down as you squirt all over his face.
He stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. You grab his shirt and pull it off. He lifts you off the counter and turns you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the cold surface against your stomach.
Slash pulls your crop top over your head and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen, and finds you weren't wearing a bra either. He brings his hands around and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching them. He leans down and starts kissing your neck and down your back.
He pulls his pants down, stroking his already hard cock. He grabs your ass and shoves into you. You moan loudly. He starts thrusting at an already fast pace, "I love how responsive you are, baby," he coos. Your hands move around the counter, desperately looking for something to grab, "fuck! Slash, hah- please!" You moan, not really sure what youre asking for.
Slash smirks and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he thrusts into you faster. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "you gonna cum for me, baby?"
You squeeze your eyes shut, "yes, yes, fuck! Yes!" Slash grabs your hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. You feel your legs starting to shake, "I-i'm gonna cum!" He groans, feeling his own release nearing, "cum for me, baby," he says, tilting his head back as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. You moan louder and louder, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll as you squirt down the island.
Slash gently lifts you and starts carrying you to your bedroom. Usually, this would be as far as you could go, and now would be the time Slash took to take care of you and put you to bed. But now, you wanted more.
You start kissing his neck, biting and sucking gently as he carries you to your room. Slash smirks, "what'cha' doing, sweetheart?" You don't reply and keep kissing him. He sets you down on the bed, "I'm not fucking you or touching you again, darling. You're already shaking pretty bad," he coos.
You frown. "Please? I'm still wet..."
Slash groans and pulls you further down the bed by your ankles. You gasp. He leans down, "are you really wet? Are you sure it isn't your cum?" You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, "I'm wet. Please, I want it so bad!" He groans again, feeling his cock getting hard again.
You smile and spread your legs. He leans down and kisses you, then pushes into you. You moan into the kiss, and he slips his tongue past your lips. He starts thrusting at an even faster pace than before.
You start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, a little sooner than expected. You could tell Slash was close too when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You moan loudly, "Slash, fuck! Cum in me! Please!" He lets out a low moan, "yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you like a little bitch?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt on his dick, "yes, yes, fuck! Please! Yes! Cum in me, please!"
Slash groans and tilts his head back, burying himself balls deep as he cums inside you. You pant heavily, feeling overstimulated.
He pulls out and turns to walk to the bathroom. You giggle and slap his ass. He turns back to look at you, "did you just slap my ass?" You giggle again, "I might've..." He sighs and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.
You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel something in your stomach. You gasp, "oh- oh! Slash!" He looks at you, startled, "What!? What!? Are you okay!?" You nod, "the baby! It's kicking!" He moves closer, "Really!?" He places a hand on your stomach to feel the baby kicking, "wow, it's kicking pretty hard," he says, then kisses your cheek. You smile and lean into him.
Slash gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. "You feeling okay?" You shrug, "well, my stomach still feels heavy," he chuckles, "well that's expected. Other than that, are you doing okay?"
You nod and nuzzle your face into his chest, "yeah...I think I'm gonna take a nap though," you mumble. Slash kisses your forhead, "you wanna go to bed? I'll come with you." You shake your head, "no, I'm comfortable here." He nods and grabs a blanket, draping it over your body.
Slash carefully wraps his arms around you, "sleep tight, baby."
Rock Star
a/n: ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED ARE STILL HOLE SONGS IM NOT TRYNA STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!! for the sake of this fic and also my sanity were gonna just pretend like courtney love doesnt exist and that the reader is basically courtney love only not as problematic idk how to describe this...i know i couldve lit just made up a band but im uncreative and i love hole and hole writes the best songs ever and plus it makes sense to me bc i love slash and im also literally a modern courtney love. this is such a weird fic its also shorter than i wanted but whateva
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warnings: none its fluff 🤍
You and Slash had been dating for a while, and you both knew quite a lot about each other, however, there was one thing that Slash didn't know about you.
You were in a band called 'Hole', in fact, it was your band. You loved your band because it was the easiest way for you to express your feelings, especially considering how hard you found expressing them in other ways. You had thought about sharing this with Slash, because you knew he also struggled with expressing his emotions and that he used his guitar to do it, but you weren't sure if he would like the style of your music.
You knew it was ridiculous because Slash loved music and he encouraged everyone to make music in a way that feels true to them. You also knew that even if he didn't like the sound, he would still support you anyway. You still had your doubts though, so you decided not to tell him.
However, that would change tonight.
It was a Saturday and Slash and Duff decided to go out to some bars and get drunk. You were fine with that because you had a gig that night anyway. What you had failed to realise, however, was that your gig was at Whiskey a Go Go. Slash practically lived there.
You and the rest of your band were just finishing setting up, and you had excitement coursing through your veins.
You all walked on and then you spotted Slash's big head of hair in the crowd. You panicked a little, but he wasn't facing the band, he was at the bar talking to Duff. You take a deep breath and pretend he isn't there. You take a step closer to the mic and speak, "this song's about a jerk. I hexed him, now hes losing his hair," then start playing your most popular song, 'Violet'. Unlike most bands, you like to get your most popular songs out of the way first.
As soon as you spoke into the mic, Slash turned his head, instantly recognising your voice. He questions himself, thinking maybe he's just too drunk.
He turns to Duff, "hey, man, does that look like Y/N to you?" Duff looks up at you, "yeah, actually. Sure as hell sounds like her anyways." Slash doesn't reply, instead his entire focus is on you.
Throughout your set, you play your more popular songs, 'Violet', 'Celebrity Skin', 'Doll Parts', 'Petals', some of your more underground songs, 'Babydoll', 'Nobody's Daughter', 'Reasons To Be Beautiful', 'Awful', and even some unreleased songs, 'Over The Edge', 'Dicknail', 'Seasons Of The Witch', 'I'm So High', and 'Beautiful Son'.
Throughout your entire set, Duff had talked nonstop to Slash, clearly not realising that he wasn't listening. He was too mesmerised by your singing and your playing. He had always found female guitarists sexy, and finding out he was dating one excited him.
He admired how you talked to the crowd, how messy yet so well put together your songs were, how your voice could change from soft and sweet to loud and raspy.
In a way, your vocals reminded him of Axl's because of how high and low you could both go. However, he didn't find Axl's vocals angelic like yours. He wanted you to continue playing forever, but he was also so excited to talk to you about your band.
When your set was done, you walked off and Slash pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to get to you. Duff followed behind, not wanting to be left alone.
Slash grabbed your arm and you panicked, but relaxed seeing it was just him. "That was sick as fuck," Duff said, casually. Slash stared down at you before starting to ramble uncontrollably, "Holy shit, Y/N! That was fucking incredible! You sounded absolutely amazing and it was so raspy yet so soft and so loud yet quiet and the way you play and the way you move when you play is just so satisfying! How come you never told me you were in a band!? This is the best thing I've found out about you, and your music is clearly written and sang with such complex emotions and your lyrics are so raw and intense and your songs sound so messy yet put together so well and, and, I just, I'm at a total loss for words, I love you -" He cuts himself off.
Your eyes widen and even Duff turns his head to look at Slash. "What!?" Both you and Duff say at the same time. Slash stays quiet for a second.
"I love you," he repeats.
Duff stares at him like he's crazy. Your eyes soften and you smile, "I love you too," you say. You knew you loved him early in your relationship, but you were too scared to tell him.
He smiles and he grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, smiling against his lips.
He pulls away, clearly too excited to handle. "I'm assuming that wasn't all your songs in that set?" You giggle and shake your head. "Okay, we have to go home right now!" You tilt your head, "what, why?" Slash looks at you with a look as if you were being unreasonable, "because you have to play me every one of your songs! I've got to hear all of them! And how you wrote them, and why you wrote them, and when, and -"
You grab his hands, "okay, okay," you say, giggling at how excited he was, "I'll show you everything, okay?" His eyes light up, "oh my God, my girlfriend's a rockstar, I'm dating a rockstar!" He says, excitedly, as if he wasn't a famous guitarist himself.
Since learning about your band, Slash did everything he could to promote it, especially considering the fact Guns was starting to get more and more famous. He would do things like talking about your band at shows, in interviews, covering some of your songs and even having your band do some openings for Guns. Your band started to get famous too, and occasionally, you and Slash would have your own shows, playing a mix of Hole, Guns, Snakepit and even some songs you had wrote together.
I'll take care of you
a/n: mightve projected a little in this one 🦈enjoy ★
warnings: i think this counts as fluff?depression, mentions of scars, showering together (no smut)
You and Slash had been dating a while. It wasn't really casual, but it definitely wasn't serious either. Or at least you were both too afraid to admit you wanted a serious relationship. You both knew a lot about each other, but you found it far more meaningful that he knew so much about you than he did.
You had suffered with depression for a while, even before meeting Slash, and it was starting to get worse, and Slash noticed.
He noticed the more obvious things, like the scars on your body, and he noticed the less obvious things, like your growing lack of sleep. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and Slash noticed the change immediately. At first, he thought you just needed time alone, but the more time passed, the more worried he got.
It was 11PM and you weren't even sure what day it was. You had only checked the time because someone was banging on your front door. You got up after a while of hoping they would give up and go away.
You opened the door, and Slash's voice rang through your ears, "where the hell have you -" he cut himself off mid sentence when he saw just how awful you looked. "Baby..?"
You don't bother to look at him. You can't even bring yourself to be nice, "what do you want?" He looks hurt, but he reminds himself that you're sick and need help. He lets himself inside your apartment and closes the door behind him, "I've been so worried about you..."
You shrug. He sighs, "I haven't seen you in at least a month..." You stay quiet and he sighs again.
"When was the last time you ate?" You stay quiet. "Alright...when was the last time you got proper sleep?" You stay quiet still. He takes a step closer to you, "Baby, I'm really worried about you." You look down.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. For some reason, this makes you break down crying. He holds you tighter, "shhh...It's okay...I'm here," he says softly. He picks you up and carries you into your bathroom. "You think you can take a shower for me?" You sniffle and nod, even though in your head you were repeatedly saying no. He turns the shower on and starts taking off your clothes, making sure to be gentle.
When you're completely naked, he starts taking his own clothes off, knowing you might need some help. He walks you into the shower and lets your hair get wet.
He grabs the shampoo and starts scrubbing your hair with it, rinsing it, then repeating. "Close your eyes, okay? I don't want to get soap in your eyes," he says. You tilt your head back and close your eyes. Even though you had been putting off showering, it was nice having him do this for you. It made you realise just how much he cared about you.
Once he finishes rinsing the soap from your body, he grabs a big towel and wraps it around you, a smaller towel for himself and an even smaller towel for your hair. "Do you feel any better?" You nod, "a little," you mumble. He smiles and walks you into your bedroom. He sits you down on the bed and goes over to your dresser, grabbing clean underwear and a t-shirt (which happened to be one of his).
He helps you dry off and get dressed, then he grabs a brush and starts brushing your wet hair out. "Do you want me to dry it?" You shake your head. "Do you want to dry it?" You shake your hear again. He rests his chin on your shoulder, "are you sure? You could get sick..." You lean into him, "I do it all the time. I'll be fine," he kisses your cheek and looks at the clock. 12AM. "You need to get some sleep," he says softly.
You want to protest. You hadn't been able to sleep in so long. But you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, and you also knew it would be easier with him there.
He helps you into bed and pulls the blanket up around you. He cleans up your room a little, then drys himself off and pulls on some clean sweatpants he found in your drawer. They were his. He chuckles softly and crawls into bed beside you.
He could tell you were starting to overthink, and he also knew that you were still struggling. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, "don't worry about anything right now, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear. You were slowly starting to fall asleep. You were right. It was easier in his arms. He made you feel loved, and he made you feel safe.
"Just get some rest, I'll take care of you."