guys, I low-key need a jealous slash fic when he gets jealous because reader has been spending too much time with axl or anybody really but reader doesn’t realize he made slash jealous👅
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), voyeurism, slight angst, jealousy, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Slash didn’t often take you on tour with him, mostly because he didn’t think it would be fun for you. Long drives, plane rides, he didn’t do much in any of the cities he visited because there wasn’t much time to do so, but he would bring you to a few locations he knew you’d be fond of.
Guns was going across Europe, so he took you with him for most of it, which was unusual but you were excited nonetheless.
You didn’t get much alone time with Slash, it wasn’t that much of an issue for you since every now and then you’d get a hotel and have your fun, but usually it was buses or planes. Either way, you were interested in the views and the food, Slash would be at soundcheck and you’d be off somewhere, it took him a while to realize you were off with Axl.
He knew there was nothing going on with the two of you, Axl respected the relationship and he knew he didn’t like you that way. He knew you would never cheat on him either, you saw Axl as a friend and nothing more, but seeing you two so close constantly, he was getting tired of it.
Slash’s first attempt at getting you away from Axl was just spending more time with you, getting other people to fill in for soundcheck, but that didn’t work because Axl was still around, also he didn’t understand most of what was interesting about the scenery. Things were pretty, take a picture maybe, but move on; he’d walk away and leave you with Axl himself so he had to switch up what he was doing.
He tried copying what you and Axl were doing, picking up on your mannerisms and the things you said. It took all of a week and you immediately noticed what he was doing, giving him weird looks, so he stopped and focused on just hovering near you, buying you food and clothes, whatever else you needed.
Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, everything he did to get you away from Axl failed. Your nights alone in the hotel wasn’t enough. You were already on the bus while Slash had been dealing with taking down the stage and stuff. Usually he came back late, which would normally leave you alone with Axl, and it did but Slash came back earlier.
He didn’t say a word to Axl and just got into bed with you. The bus had bunks, not the most comfortable things the sleep on but they worked. You would take one and Slash would take another but since he started feeling this way towards Axl he couldn’t help himself from crawling in with you. You’d gotten used to it but you definitely hadn’t expected Slash’s hand wandering over you while you were trying to talk to Axl.
You were trying to subtly push his hands off of you while Axl rambled on but he was persistent, pushing your shirt up and dipping his fingers under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
Slash reached for the curtain and yanked it across the open expanse of the bunk, cutting Axl off. “Slash, what-“
“Shut the fuck up.” The guitarist groaned. It’s not often you saw Slash angry, you could count the amount of times you’d seen it on one hand. Even this was different.
“Excuse me?” Axl asked, almost laughing at Slash’s annoyance. Slash didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on you while your face grew hotter and hotter.
Slash had no qualms with pulling your shorts down, pushing your panties to the side and lapping at your folds. You slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans but Slash was doing everything in his power to make as much noise as possible, wanting Axl to hear just how good he was making you feel, that it was your boyfriend, and not him.
You reached Slash head as his tongue flicked your clit at a brutal pace. Your face combed through his hair and tugged it back, all it did was make Slash moan into your cunt, sending little jolts of lightning all through your body and making your back arch off the thin mattress. “Slash-“ You started, it came out as a whimper.
A thick finger brushed your heat and your eyes widened, eyes shooting down to him as he pushed a calloused digit into your aching cunt. As much as you wanted to ignore how horny you’d been feeling, how much not getting close enough with Slash was getting to you, you couldn’t anymore, not with his hot breath fanning over your inner thighs now.
“The least you could do is let me watch.” Axl suggests, reaching across the slim hallway to the curtain keeping you hidden from him. You thought Slash would shoot the idea down, maybe even yell at him or something. Instead the curtain got yanked down again, Axl could clearly see your back arching, blush melting down from your face to your chest.
Slash made quick work of your shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over your head while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, having added a second to start stretching you out. Axl chuckled lowly from his bed, you saw his hand wandering lower on his body but you didn’t dare pay too much attention to him when Slash was glaring up at you, demanding all your attention, every ounce of it.
His tongue still worked away on your clit, swirling around it and flicking it, sucking on the sensitive nub while his fingers curled just the way he knew had you seeing stars. His big hair laid on your thighs as your legs grew restless, his eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze in a death grip. He kept doing what he was doing, knowing if he kept pressure on that spot he could have you coming undone in seconds.
There wasn’t the issue of Axl watching you, because Axl was watching you lose your mind on his tongue, his fingers. Axl was a bystander watching you get fucked, he was a non-factor in Slash’s mind, so he let him watch you as that knot in your gut came undone and your eyes rolled back as moans filtered past your lips, your fingers tangled in Slash’s hair and pulling him closer, forcing him into your cunt. “Ah- oh, fuck, Slash~”
Slash was grinding against the mattress, aching for relief, some kind of friction but he had to help you ride out your high first. He lapped messily at your folds before pulling away, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you before it snapped when he sat up.
“Close the curtain.” He instructed you, giving a small nod with his head as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. Axl groaned and looked away, shielding his eyes from his friend’s hard cock.
You raised a brow at him. “The curtain?” Your mind was still in a haze from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you.
“Close the fucking curtain.” He repeated, despite his words his tone was soft, he was used to filling his sentences with curses so he did it naturally. He lined himself up with you, hot tip pushing into your puffy hole. “Don’t need anyone watching when I fuck you properly.” He said with a grunt as he slammed himself into you.
The apartment had become a reflection of her internal stare, dim, cluttered, and suffocating. Dust motes danced in the weak shafts of light that managed to penetrate the drawn curtains, illuminating the mess of half-finished art projects and neglected belongings. She hadn’t bothered to change out of her oversized grey sweatshirt and worn leggings in three days. The world felt muted, distant, as if she were watching a movie of her own life, detached and powerless.
A wave of exhaustion washed over her even thinking about the effort it would take to simply make a cup of tea. The joy had leached out of everything, leaving behind a hollow ache. Her paintings, once a vibrant expression of her inner world, now lay abandoned, canvases staring back at her like accusing eyes. Her friends had stopped calling, sensing her withdrawal. Even the music she’d once lived for, the powerful, raw energy of rock and roll, felt hollow and meaningless.
She’d been spiraling for weeks, a slow, insidious descent into a darkness that threatened to consume her. It had started with a general lack of motivation, a difficulty getting out of bed. Then came the isolation, the cancelled plans, the unanswered texts. Now, it was just a heavy, oppressive weight, pressing down on her chest, stealing her breath.
Saul had noticed, of course. He’d been quietly observant, a gentle presence in her life. He didn’t push, didn’t demand explanations. He’d started bringing over small things – a worn copy of a Kerouac novel, knowing she loved beat literature; a single, perfect red rose from a local flower shop; a mug of chamomile tea with honey, knowing she preferred it to coffee. Simple gestures that spoke volumes without requiring her to articulate the darkness she was battling.
Today, he found her curled up on the sofa, a crumpled blanket pulled tight around her, staring blankly at the ceiling. She hadn’t even bothered to try to pretend she was okay. Her eyes were swollen and red-rimmed, and her usually vibrant energy was extinguished.
He sat down beside her, not too close, respectful of her space. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just sat there, radiating a quiet, comforting energy. The silence wasn’t awkward, but filled with a subtle understanding.
“Rough day?” he finally asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room.
She shrugged, unable to muster the energy to speak. A single tear escaped her eye and traced a path down her cheek.
He didn’t try to wipe it away. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply reached for his battered Les Paul, resting it carefully on his lap. He didn’t launch into a flamboyant guitar solo, a display of virtuosity. Instead, he began to strum a slow, melancholic melody, a bluesy tune that seemed to resonate with the sadness in the room.
The music wasn’t cheerful, but it wasn’t despairing either. It was a lament, a shared acknowledgement of pain. It felt like he was speaking directly to her soul, saying, I see you. I feel you. You’re not alone.
She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. It was a strange comfort, the familiar sound of his guitar, the weight of his presence beside her. The chords were simple, honest, unpretentious. He wasn’t trying to impress her, just offering a piece of himself.
He continued to play for what felt like hours, the music weaving a tapestry of emotion. He played old blues standards, mournful ballads, and even a few original compositions that he hadn’t played for anyone else. He didn’t try to fix her, didn’t offer unsolicited advice or platitudes. He just played, letting the music be her solace.
After a while, he stopped playing. The silence wasn’t jarring, but filled with a quiet intimacy.
“You know,” he said, his voice low, “it’s okay to not be okay.”
She finally looked at him, her eyes red rimmed and swollen. “It doesn’t feel like it.”
“I know,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “It feels like you’re supposed to be strong, supposed to handle everything. Like anything less is a failure. But sometimes, you just need to… fall apart. And that’s okay. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to hurt.”
He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch warm and grounding. His hand was calloused from years of playing guitar, but his grip was surprisingly gentle. “It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to not be able to do this alone.”
She squeezed his hand, a single sob escaping her lips. “I just… I don’t know how to get better.”
He didn’t offer a quick fix, a magical solution. He knew that depression wasn’t something you could simply ‘get over.’ He’d seen friends struggle with it, had battled his own demons in the past.
“There’s no easy answer,” he said, his voice filled with empathy. “It’s a process. One day at a time. One breath at a time. We’ll figure it out together.”
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned into his embrace, allowing herself to be held. The scent of his leather jacket, his cologne, was strangely comforting. It was a safe harbor in the storm raging inside her.
She cried, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t try to stop them, didn’t feel ashamed. He held her tight, offering nothing but his presence, his warmth, his quiet support.
He didn’t ask questions, didn’t offer unsolicited advice. He just held her, letting her grieve, letting her release the pain that had been building up inside her. He knew that sometimes, the most powerful thing he could do was simply be present, to offer a safe space for her to feel her pain without judgment.
As she cried, she felt a small measure of relief. The pressure in her chest didn’t disappear entirely, but it eased slightly. The darkness didn’t lift, but a tiny spark of hope flickered to life. He wasn’t trying to fix her, just acknowledging her pain, validating her feelings. And in that moment, that was enough.
He hummed a soft melody, the same one he’d been playing on his guitar, a gentle lullaby that seemed to soothe her soul.
“You’re incredibly brave, you know,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “It takes a lot of courage to let yourself feel, to let yourself be vulnerable.”
She didn’t say anything. She just held onto him tighter, letting his strength support her.
He continued to hold her for a long time, until her sobs subsided and she drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his shoulder. He didn’t move, didn’t want to disturb her. He simply sat there, watching over her, a silent guardian against the darkness.
He knew the road ahead would be long and difficult. But he was there for her, and he would be there for her, every step of the way. He was a rockstar, a legend, a man who’d seen the world. But in that quiet apartment, holding a broken heart, he was just Saul, offering a simple, profound act of kindness. And that, he realized, was the most important thing of all.
A/N: I hope you’re okay anon<3 if you need anything let me know my dms are always open! This took a while I had to be careful writing this for you<3 hope this helped and sending u lots of kisses
» summary: slash finally realizes that he caught feelings for his friend with benefits. does he really think so, though?
» word count: 2k
» warnings: nsfw content [implied smut, nudity], smoking, angst with no happy ending, that one gossip girl reference, grammar issues
» a/n: i’m truly sorry for posting this after so many months, actually i was writing two more different versions of the promised angst but eventually i didn’t like them so i wrote from the start again, also the college life is pretty tiring soo ❤️🩹
saul hudson didn’t have many serious relationships. almost all of them ended in an unpleasing way and quickly.
he is a guitarist from a famous rock band. his and their popularity grow more each day. they tour around the country and the world. that means he spends most of his time on roads and rehearsals.
so why would he be in an established relationship? groupies and one-night stands were enough for him.
that was what he believed in before spending one particular night with you about a week ago, a one-night stand turned into a friend with benefits later. this situation was still unusual to him.
“i think it’s bullshit,” you commented on his thoughts about relationships while trying to light your cigarette. “you can always find some time for someone, it’s just your ass is lazy, that’s all.”
“you talk like an expert, have you ever dated someone before?” he replied, lying on your messy bed which happened during your sexual activities. he tapped your exposed waist to grab your unsmoked cigarette. you handed it to him then got up to open your balcony door for fresh air. the room was filled with the smell of sex and smoke.
“no, but don’t think about only relationships. think about your friends and family. get it now?”
he didn’t reply as his eyes wandered on your naked back while puffing smoke, thinking of a possible nth round with you.
you felt his hungry eyes on your body while pouring him a glass of water, and putting it on top of the nightstand next to him. he muttered a “thanks”
“aren’t you tired? you have a rehearsal tomorrow. you can’t be late. i don’t wanna hear any more complaints from your annoying carrot friend.”
“pfft!” he started to laugh as water spilled from his mouth. you just huffed in annoyance as you watched your bed getting dirtier. “what i am going to do with you..?”
you decided to take a shower so you left him alone in your room. just when you turned the warm water on, you heard heavy sounds coming from outside.
you wrapped your body with a towel then rushed to the window to check what was going on. he was already standing in front of it, sighing loudly as he puffed his almost-finished cigarette.
the rain…
“why are you not closing the doors, do you want my place to be soaked?!” you frowned as closed the door of the balcony immediately.
“‘m sorry, it’s just outside looks fascinating. the dark sky, yellow street dim lights, the rain…”
a soft sigh left your mouth, and then a comfortable silence filled the room while you two were admiring the usual, crowded l.a. view. he coughed then walked to another cross of the room, looking for something.
“what are you looking for?”
he didn’t answer as he put his jeans back on, then his belt. you walked next to him with big steps.
“you’re kidding, right? you can’t just leave the house with your sweaty shirt and leather jacket.”
“i’ll get in a cab,” he avoided eye contact while wearing his wrinkled shirt. he pushed you to the side quickly, heading to the door.
“you’ll get sick, saul. you can just stay until the rain eases or stops.”
“why do you care though?” he managed to catch your guard off. you coughed, getting in front of him to face him.
“because we’re friends, and i wouldn’t be happy if one of my friends got sick. c’mon, let’s take a shower together. maybe the rain will stop at that time.” you gently grabbed his hand, then guided him to your bathroom. he couldn’t protest, not when he was taken aback by your words.
friends…
is it a true word to describe your relationship?
could he still continue to call you a friend when you try to be good and sweet for him so he could receive the pleasure he deserves after a tiring day?
could he still continue to call you a friend when you give him the most adorable eyes and smiles both in sex and other times, when you try to be intimate with him as much as you can, when you almost shower him with all of your love, making him feel wanted for a good reason and safe?
he wasn’t used to it, he might fucked some of his girl friends a couple of times -maybe when they were drunk- but it was different with you. it wasn’t just sex,
it was an urge to build a new deep, lasting bond with the right person he has come to love.
he was ready to burn all the old pages so he could create new ones with you and fill them with new memories that deserved to be remembered even in an old age.
however, something was stopping him.
and he knew why.
“you’re a fucking pussy, that’s why.” his bandmate, izzy, muttered between a cigarette on his lips. “you’re just afraid to break up with her afterwards just like you did with other girls before.”
“i don’t know, man, i really want to try this but i don’t want her to feel alone or neglected. i don’t want to screw up things like before.” he buried his face in his hands. his dark, curly hair tickling some parts of his face.
“then call her often, write her letters i don’t know, man! just try to do something beyond yourself for once!” izzy was already done with his shit so he put out his cigarette and then left the recording room, leaving his friend behind with complicated thoughts.
the next day he was going to ask you out.
he thought there was no point in waiting more. he’s not the most outspoken man but for once he was confident enough to spill everything. hell, he even bought a bouquet of roses for you, nothing could stop him except-
“i have a date today, let’s meet at my place tonight as usual.” was what you said before you left him standing there speechless, the bouquet falling from his hands slowly -glad that you didn’t pay attention enough to see what he bought for you just minutes ago-
where did he go wrong? was he too late? god, he wished he wasn’t too late and your date went awful. unfortunately-
“i don’t want to have sex with you anymore, saul.” you cleared your throat while puffing the smoke from your lips. suddenly, your sweaty naked body felt cold to him.
“why?” he knew the answer, yet he was asking anyway.
you tried to shift from your space but his big arms held you firmly there, even pulling to himself a little bit. “my date went well today so i'm seeing someone now. it won’t be good to continue our… sexual activities, yes.”
he didn’t answer anything, he just held you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his curly messy hair tickling you a little bit.
“it was our last time together. we can either continue to be friends or stop talking.”
“what would you prefer, though?” he asked, voice coming out in a low tone, almost like a whisper.
“i would love to still be friends with you. you’re fun and silly, i like that in you.”
he turned your body sideways so he could face you. his mouth hanging open, calloused fingers tracing on your cheek. the risky words are leaving his mouth finally.
“can you still see me as a normal friend, even after our most intense moments together? can you still see me as a normal friend when i made you come countless times like no one before? can you still see me as a normal friend when our hands were intertwined while kissing like there was no tomorrow? can you-“
“please shut up?” you suddenly managed to free yourself from him. then got up on your legs, looking at him annoyed.
“i see, you have no intention to move on. well, so let it be. we’re not fucking or friends anymore.” just when you decided to go to the bathroom, he caught your right hand with a quick move, maybe a little bit harshly. he then slowly made you sit on the bed again, releasing your hand.
“all of this time, i was running from the thing i’ve never managed to experience fully. i was just making excuses to not try to bond with others romantically, but you changed my whole world upside down. i don’t want to let you go, not when i really want, no, need you by my side. let’s start everything from the start, just you and me-“
“no! listen to me, you’re just confused and lying to yourself!” you shouted and interrupted him. “you, you just want everything to be under your hand and reach them whenever you want, that’s all! i can’t be your side piece forever, i don’t want to…”
“me neither! that’s what i’m saying now!” your aggression was passed to him now. “you’re not my side piece and i don’t want you to think like that. you mean much more to me.”
your eyes got filled, still not looking at his breathless face. words coming out of you like a mutter as you covered your puffy eyes with your right hand. “we can’t be together. nobody can be together with a rockstar, not forever. they always end in the most tragic way possible. i don’t want to be hurt by you, nor you hurt by me. i don’t want alcohol, drugs, and girls to get between us. answer me, can you give up on all of them?”
“yes, i can give up on girls. i don’t want any other girl besides you in my life. you’re all i want and need.”
“what about alcohol and drugs?”
could he really give up on them? he spent too many years with them, so could he just throw them away from his life? he tried to go to rehab a couple of times already, and none of them helped.
“i-i don’t know,” he was trembling. “but i can surely say that i’m ready to give up on them. it’s gonna be so damn difficult but for you, it worth it.”
you didn’t reply anything to him, not sure what to say. the silence was getting more uncomfortable so he continued.
“i know the distance is gonna be a major problem. i’ll be away often and i can’t spend time with you too much. maybe i can’t be with you even when you need me. but i swear, i’ll call you and write you the sappiest shit you’ve ever read as much as i can.”
he grabbed your hands, leaning his head so he could meet with your gaze. it was pointless to avoid him so you turned your head to him. he started to caress them gently. you inhaled deeply, finally opening your mouth again.
“three words. eight letters. say it and i’m yours.”
“i, i…”
why the words he wanted to say desperately aren’t leaving his mouth? just two more words, what’s stopping him? he is so damn sure of his feelings about you, he has been thinking about it for a while. then what was it?!
then he realized that he was doing it again, lying to himself. to you and himself.
he can’t give up on girls, he is so damn horny that he can’t keep his hands to himself even when he’s away. he’ll cheat on you.
he can’t give up on alcohol and drugs. these two have become a part of his life. he’ll go to countless rehabs and still run to them with open arms.
he won’t call you nor write letters to you. his mind will be on something else, maybe girls, maybe alcohol, maybe drugs… you won’t be in his mind when he’s at rehearsals or on tours.
and finally, he doesn’t love you.
like you said a couple of minutes ago, he just wants everything to be under his hand and reach them whenever he wants.
“thank you,” you let your warm tears fall from your eyes. “that’s all i needed to hear.” before he could reply, you already made your way to the bathroom, shutting the door loudly and leaving him there all alone.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You don't cry, you never cry. You've always been the rock for the people around you, and now one night on your cold kitchen floor it's all coming crashing down around you. You thought you could have your breakdown in peace, but as he walks through the front door you realize you've never felt more relieved and embarrassed at the same time before.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angsty! Mentions of reader being hit by boyfriends in the past, mentions of blood.
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The smallest slivers of moonlight shone in through the cracks of your kitchen blinds, bathing the tiled floor.
The tiles were cool against your bare skin, hot and sweaty from your crying. You weren't sure how long you'd been sitting there, back pressed against the fridge and your head tilted back at an impossible angle, whilst you bit your lip and choked in your sobs.
Your shoulders were shaking and heaving as your hands tightened around your shoulders, hugging yourself in a desperate attempt to send the hot, heavy tears away. You tore your eyes away from the white blanket of the ceiling and read time on the digital clock in your hallway.
The blinking red numbers stared back you, reading 2:34 AM.
That meant you'd been here at least an hour. You remembered stumbling in through your door at 1 o'clock this morning, still giggling from your night out. You'd stubbed your toe, and very dramatically hopped around your cramped hallway, sending things flying.
A vase had been knocked to the ground and shattered into fragments of which you'd somehow managed to cut your foot on, and as you'd been trying to find some paper towel in the kitchen to clean it up, your wave of emotion had hit you and you'd sunk to your floor, unable to stop the tears by the time you realized they'd arrived.
You weren't quite sure why you were crying. Maybe it was because at 24 years old, all you had to show for yourself was this shitty shoe box apartment and your termination letter sitting right in the middle of your coffee table.
You hadn't cried when you were fired last week, if anything you were relieved that you were no longer being groped by strange men in one of the dodgiest clubs in LA. You weren't exactly completely unemployed either, you'd been casually making some money the past couple of weeks dancing in the early hours of the morning for unmarried men who still lived in their mothers basements.
You were still being groped by strange men as a stripper, but it certainly paid far better to compensate for it than serving drinks ever did.
That couldn't be the only reason you were crying though. You were stronger than this, and you hadn't cried in years. Surely this wasn't what it took to send you over the edge?
Hopelessly, you reached out to a piece of paper towel, not caring it was the one you had cleaned your foot with in your drunken state, and blew your nose on a white patch of it.
Your shoulders had stopped shaking and your sniffles had quietened down now, letting you think more clearly without being clouded by emotion.
Your watery eyes drifted to your kitchen counter where a photo of a man sat, a little girl balanced on his knee with a huge smile on his face. Maybe that's why you were crying.
What would your father think to see his baby girl like this? He had told you before he passed that he'd be proud of you no matter where you ended up, but how could he be proud of this? A mess of a young woman, barely able to afford her crappy apartment by stripping? Girls your age were married, and yet all you had were past boyfriends who'd all thought it ok to lay their hands on you?
That's something no father could be proud of.
Your head met your knees as a loud wail left your mouth, taking you by surprise. It felt like an iron fist had taken your heart in both hands and crushed what was left of it, as your father's death hit you harder than it ever had since you'd moved to the city.
You felt the loneliness when you'd moved here, with no friends or family around in a new city, and now, even though you had friends who felt just like family, you'd never felt lonelier than you did in this moment.
Your door swung open, taking you by surprise as you lifted your head from your knees, peaking at the intruder.
It was a tall man with a familiar mop of hair, drunkenly stumbling through your hallway, taking note to hope over the smashed glass on the floor.
"Y/n!"
You heard his voice call out, you could hear the grin on his face as well as he walked through your living room and stuck his head in the bathroom and your bedroom trying to locate you.
You wanted to call out, tell him you were in the kitchen and you needed help, because by god you needed help, but something held you back. Embarrassment perhaps? Some fear to be vulnerable in front of your friends? Maybe it was your selfish need for them to see you as perfect and stronger than you really were?
You didn't quite know, but you still bit your tongue and listened as Slash made his way through the apartment, still calling out your name with growing concern in his voice.
"You can come out now!" He called with a small child-like giggle. His concern dropped as he must've decided you were playing some game. His footsteps grew closer and closer as they rounded your kitchen counter and he saw you, curled up in the corner against your fridge.
"There you are!" He proudly grinned, not noticing the blood that was smeared on your kitchen tiles, the tear tracks stained onto your puffy face, or the way your body instinctively tried to curl further away from him into your corner. "I was-"
He cut himself off, the smile dropping from his face as he seemed to notice something was wrong. It was dark in your kitchen, but it didn't take a genius to work out you weren't ok. Even Slash could do it in the dark.
"Hey..." His voice trailed off as he moved forward to crouch beside you, and you let out a shuddering breath, keeping your eyes from meeting his. Instead you focused on those blaring numbers on the digital clock.
2:39 AM
"What's the matter." He was drunk, but his voice sobered up and softened as he laid a gentle hand to rest on your shoulder. Your body begrudgingly leaned into it. The human contact was grounding, pulling you out of the mess you were climbing through inside your mind. "Have you been crying?"
You sniffled and looked up at him, his big brown eyes holding a sincerity you'd never seen before. "No." You retorted sarcastically, but your choked up voice gave it away.
"Your makeup says otherwise." He pointed out, twisting his body to sit beside you. One of his arms came around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, enveloped into the side of his body. You wanted to pull away, be left to your mess by yourself, but the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beside you was too soothing. You gave in to it, resting your head against his shoulder.
His curls tickled your face, and clung to it from the sweat and tears that had gathered, but it didn't bother you. It was a welcome sensation.
"You're bleeding." He remarked after a few moments of silence, and you nodded against his body.
"I'm sorry." You whispered into the darkness. Your hands were gripping at your shoulders like a lifeline.
"Don't be." He shook his head. "You have to clean it, not me."
"I wasn't talking about the floor, asshole." A tiny chuckle escaped you. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
Now that your sadness had passed, you felt more mortified than anything by his presence. You and Slash weren't friends, per se. More like an occasional fuck-buddy when you had both drank too much. You couldn't remember the name of the girl who you had met him through, but you worked with her and she skipped town a few months ago. She'd started seeing Duff, dragging you and your other colleagues along with her to his shows and parties with them, and that's where you'd met Slash.
You didn't want a relationship, and neither did he, so your arrangement worked out well for the both of you - until now.
Having a close friend see you like this was bad enough, let alone him.
"Why would you be sorry, baby?"
His soft voice brought more tears to your eyes and you shook your head.
"Don't call me that." You pulled away from him, keeping your eyes away from his so you wouldn't have to see his confusion or hurt, if there was any there. You knew what your relationship with him was, and you knew who he was. You weren't a person, you were a pussy. "Look, Slash, we both know you came here to fuck me tonight but clearly that isn't going to be happening, so you don't have to stick around."
"Y/N." He spoke your name softly, sounding more hurt than you'd imagine him to be by your words. His hand tightened it's grip on your shoulders, preventing you from getting up and walking away like you oh so wanted to do. "I like having you around."
His words stopped you from trying to pull away from his grip.
"Not just because of what you can do for me and give to me, but because I like you. As a person, not just someone I can fuck."
His words took you by surprise. Naturally, in the time you'd been together you'd developed some sort of friendship, but in your mind you had always thought it would be sexual for him.
"So I'm going to sit with you on your floor, clean your foot, and your gonna tell me what's running through your head, ok?" He asked, once again pulling you out of your mind.
You nodded before your dry mouth found the words. "O-Ok."
He moved from his position beside you, leaving you aware of the lack of warmth he had been giving you. He discarded your dirty pieces of paper towel and reached for a washcloth, standing up to wet it before he crouched back down in front of you and gently grabbed hold of your bleeding foot, placing it in his lap.
He almost cradled it more lovingly than his guitar, as he ran the cloth over both the dried blood and the somewhat deep cut the glass had left in your foot. It only took a few moments for him to completely clean it up, far better than you'd managed.
Somehow, the drunk man running a wet rag over your bloody foot was the most intimate you'd ever felt with him in all your time together. A small fact that scared the shit out of you.
Of course you'd thought about a relationship with Slash, but it would never work out. He was Slash, and as his band gained more popularity, more and more women through themselves at them. He already had his pick of the litter, and to be completely honest you wondered what he was still doing coming to your door at ungodly hours of the morning. You also couldn't be the only woman he was sleeping with, not by a long shot. You were just one of the many.
And that was just him - you had your own baggage and list of reasons why a relationship would never work. Every man in your past had raised a hand against you, leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth. Not to mention that you were technically unemployed, only being paid cash under the table for your dancing, and living in a home fit for a mouse. You'd been thinking of giving up and moving back home.
"You got any band aids?" Slash asked, his brown eyes peering at you from beneath his mop of curls.
You nodded, mouth dry. "Medicine cabinet."
He squeezed your ankle before standing up, a silent promise that he'd be back soon. It only left your mind reeling more.
You had to end whatever it was that you had going on with him if you didn't want to end up hurt, but the way he came back and tenderly placed a band aid on your foot, eyebrows furrowed like he was performing brain surgery pulled on your heartstrings in a way that you just despised.
"Your not bleeding anywhere else?" He asked gently and you shook your head. The only other physical pain you were in was your massive headache. Your brain was throbbing against your skull from all the crying and it had left you exhausted.
"Just take me to bed please." Your little whisper may as well have broken his heart as he leaned forward to help pull your wobbly frame up.
He couldn't carry you - he was too intoxicated for that, but he could let you lean against his body for support as the two of you made your way into your bedroom, a route he was far too familiar with.
You made a beeline for your bed, not caring you were still in your jeans and tight tank top, you just kicked off your heels and let your body hit the mattress.
Your head found it's way too your pillow, and through your already half closed eyes you watched Slash, the notorious guitar player who went through women like underwear, kick off his boots and climb into the bed beside you, prompting you to roll over. It surprised you - you definitely thought he'd left by now, by you didn't fight it when he lazily wrapped his arms around you.
It was a summer night, so the heat between the two of you was uncomfortable, but his presence was helping you more than you'd like to admit, so you brought your forehead towards his chest, letting it rest against him, moving in sync with his deep breaths.
"You never told me what was wrong." He whispered softly, a hand coming up behind your head to smooth down your messy hair. His chest vibrated as he spoke, comforting you. He was there.
"Everything." You answered him truthfully. He squeezed you a little tighter in response. "I got fired last week. I never told you."
You could feel him still.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?"
"Why would I?" You asked him, honestly. "You aren't my boyfriend. I never thought you'd care this much."
"I care more than you think." He almost sounded hurt by your words.
"I know that now." You leaned into him a little more, if it was even possible. You felt him throw a leg over your own. Normally him doing that would send nervous butterflies through your stomach, but not this time. This time it reassured you and comforted you. There was no reason for you to be nervous with him anymore.
"So what're you gonna do?" He asked quietly, into the darkness of your room and you sighed.
"I've been stripping for some cash under the table. It's enough to get me by until I find something better."
You felt his hands tighten even more around you. Not in the kind, gentle caring way like earlier though - no, this was possessive. It was jealous and almost angry. Not toward you, of course, but toward the fact that you had to entertain men, men who weren't him, to afford to live now.
"I don't mind it, really. The girls are all really sweet there, I was just thinking about how disappointed my dad would be in me."
There it was. Slash knew about your father, a story you hated telling. You hated giving people the sob-story, you always felt like it was a cry for attention, like no one really cared and you were speaking to deaf ears, but tonight it didn't feel that way.
"I doubt he would be. You're surviving. It's more than some people can say. And speaking for myself, I'm so, so proud of you."
You almost snorted. "What for?"
"For moving halfway across the country to a city where you knew nobody. That takes guts." He started, and you could tell he wasn't finished. "You've worked your ass off to make your ends meet, and even though your apartment isn't much, it's more than what most people here can show off."
"Thank you." You said sincerely, your hand snaking around his torso and resting on the small of his back. You traced small circles with your fingertips, and felt goosebumps erupt across his back. Strangely, this was the most intimate thing you'd ever done with him.
"That's not all."
"Mmm." You hummed. "What else?"
"I'm proud of you for letting me be here tonight."
His words held more vulnerability in them than you'd ever heard from him, and it made you open your eyes and peer up at him, to find him already looking down at you.
"You're strong and independent, and you don't want a relationship from what you've been through, and I respect that but fuck I- I just want you to know that I wish we could do this more. I want to come into your bed and hold you and talk to you instead of having a quick fuck and leaving. So I'm proud of you for letting me do this."
"I wish we could do this more too." You whispered silently after a moment, tearing your gaze from his, unable to handle the way he looked at you. "But you're gonna hurt me one day if we do. You won't want to, but you will."
He shook his head no. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Swear on my damn guitar."
You chuckled, unsure of what to say.
"I'm not asking you to date me Y/N." He said gently, this time taking your chin in his hand and raising it so you could look him in the eye. "I'm just asking you to be more than a quick fuck. I don't wanna fuck around with other women, and I don't wanna be out of your door before 5 in the morning. I want people to see you and know who you are to me."
Your heart squeezed in your chest at his words. Not the suffocating squeeze you got when you thought of your father, but the kind of squeeze you got from someone new making their way into your heart, setting up a little space for themselves that you wouldn't be able to get rid of no matter how hard you tried.
"I can do that for you." You nodded, swallowing softly.
He seemed almost surprised by your words at first, before leaning down and taking your lips in a soft kiss, softer than he would normally kiss you. You could tell he wanted to deepen it, to climb on top of you and make love rather than fuck you, but you were tired. You were so, so tired, so you pulled away, giving him the hint.
He allowed you to rest your head against his chest again, one arm wrapped tightly around you to keep you close in the night.
It was a strange feeling knowing that he'd still be here beside you when you woke up, but it was a welcome feeling that left you warm inside and safe as you felt yourself fall asleep.
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𝐀/𝐍: Welp I really hope you liked it. It got longer than I thought it would be, and I don't love how I ended it but I do really like this! More fics will be coming soon, next up for Duff, and my requests are 100% open for you!
Currently I've been using prompts to help me write these, but if there's anything in particular you wanna see let me know <3
Request: Thirsty Thursday Idea: The reader and Slash used to date when they were younger and a few years after they broke up they see each other again and all the love is still there and they end up hanging out and then they end up sleeping together and it’s super intense and passionate and just like the first time they slept together (sent by anon)
Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader
Info: Fluff, mentions of underage smut, slight angst; 1025 words;
A/N: Ok so, first I wanna apologize for taking actual months to get this out... This first part is not, in my opinion, my best piece of work, but I needed to get it out so I could get the motivation to the remaining parts. Not sure if it’ll have only 1 more part or 2, we’ll see how much my brain helps me out. Hope you enjoy this, love
Other parts: Part 2; Part 3; Part 4
Y/N barely remembers the first time she met Slash, they were so young after all. But she still remembers his big, curious eyes looking at the garter snakes that always roamed the open space behind her house.
She had been on her own way to play with them but shyly stopped on her tracks. She was looking at the boy who had moved into the house in front of hers three days ago and was now there.
She had been considering going up to him to see the snake he had been looking at, but instead settled for looking at the one moving not too far from her.
The two steps she had taken to get close to the animal had made a twig snap underneath her feet, which made Slash's eyes snap up to her. His dark eyes fixated on her face, scanning it for a few seconds before he gave her a soft, shy smile.
If Y/N's mother had been close, Y/N would have run to her and hidden behind her legs, but she had to settle for bowing her head and letting her hair hide her face.
She heard Slash's small footsteps as he came close, carefully holding the snake he had been watching in his small hands. He put it on the ground once he was close to Y/N and crouched by her side, silently keeping her company.
That had been the first time they met. They were probably four or five years old, she didn't really remember. Those silent hangouts happened for two more days. After that, Y/N's parents had invited Slash's family over for dinner.
That night, Y/N and Slash actually talked while they played in her room.
They had been inseparable ever since.
[...]
Y/N sighed as she rested her head comfortably on her pillow, Slash doing the same by her right side.
"You always have the best pot..." She giggled, handing him the joint she had rolled for them.
Slash chuckled at the dragged out tone of her voice.
An Aerosmith record played on the background, and it was the only thing breaking the silence they always settled in. It might have been weird for others to spend so much time in silence with such a close friend, but for them, it was the most normal thing in the world.
Slash tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly covered by his hair, and looked at Y/N's profile for a minute. He was gathering a bit of courage to ask her a question, even if he didn't like to admit that he was nervous.
"Are you free next Friday?" He asked, the sudden sound of his voice scaring her for a few seconds and making her head snap to him.
Y/N rolled her eyes and flipped him off when he chuckled. "Yeah." She exhaled the smoke and rolled on her side, turning her whole body to him. "Why do you ask?" She questioned, extending him the joint.
Slash accepted it and took a puff before turning to her as well. "I was thinking we could hang out. You know, ride around town and shit..."
Y/N eyed him for a few seconds. She had known him for nearly 10 years, and all that time had taught her how to read him like an open book, so it was not hard for her to realize he was not saying exactly what he wanted.
"We always hang out..." She trailed off, trying to get the whole truth out of him. "Are the guys going too?"
"I thought it could be just us this time. We could get some food, from Canter's, and then eat it on that field you always go to..."
Y/N smiled softly as she noticed his cheeks turning a slightly darker tone. "Like... Like a date?"
Slash smiled back, immediately feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah... Like a date."
Y/N's smiled widened. "I'd love to."
Slash's smile turned into a grin.
[...]
"Happy birthday, love." Y/N smiled, standing up on her toes and wrapping her arms around Slash's neck, pulling him for a kiss.
Slash smiled between the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around. The action made laughter bubble inside her chest.
"Where's my gift?" Slash asked excitedly. "You spent an entire week teasing, I wanna see it."
Y/N bit her lower lip and eyed all of Slash's friends already gathered around the house. "Can't exactly give it to you here..." She smirked, taking his hand and guiding it up her thigh, underneath the skirt, letting him feel the silk set she had bought.
"Happy fucking birthday to me..." Slash smirked, pulling her for another kiss, hungrier this time.
[...]
"That was really fucking good..." Y/N breathed out, pulling her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
"It's always good..." Slash smirked as he laid down by her side.
Y/N laughed and turned to him with a smile. Pulling him for a sweet, soft kiss. After that, she settled down again, letting her eyes roam over his body, feeling a warmth spread inside her.
"Y/N?" Slash called, turning to her.
"Yeah?" Her eyes snapped up to his.
Slash stared at her silently for a few seconds. "I love you..."
Y/N grinned and leaned to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "I love you too..." She mumbled against him, smiling.
He smiled against her too, pulling her body on top of his.
[…]
Y/N smiled fondly at all the memories as she read the article about Slash's new album with his band, Slash's Snakepit.
The feeling this curly-haired boy caused in her chest was something from another world... it made her heart twist and clench and yet be at total peace. It made a warmth spread over her body, made her feel safe and calm, powerful and strong... it made her feel like everything was ok, even what was not ok...
It was the most powerful form of love she had ever seen, felt, or even heard of... nothing had ever lived up to it...
And that is exactly why it stung so much and yet felt so good to think about him.
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i NEED a part 3 of the slash x agegap reader series where reader gets punished by slash for teasing him in public all day 🫣
A/n: Almost ended this with Duff finding them but I can just feel that depression coming back ☺️
Warnings: Smut, spanking, rough sex, degradation, (attempted) orgasm control, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2
Tiddies 🤤
There was sneaking around, there was hiding, but there was a lot of love. Then there were the two families.
Slash and Duff had been friends for literal decades, of course they were going to go out together when they got the chance, which was good because it meant you got to spend time with Slash, but it also meant Duff was there and you had to be quiet.
Duff had a beach house and a boat, Slash brought his kids over and the plan was to have a nice day out on the lake. Slash had been distant recently, they got there the night before and he barely talked to you, so you decided to make him speak to you.
You had this pretty bikini, it was barely covering you and pushed your tits together. You never wore it because you felt too exposed, but you had no issue being exposed in front of Slash.
You wore a light cover dress over it, something you could easily slip on and off when needed. Duff let you and his daughters sit aside while him, Slash, and Cash all got the boat ready, London and his girlfriend sat with you as well.
Once you got on the boat with was just some light bickering between the two older men, how they should’ve done this, if they’d done that they could’ve left earlier. Neither of them really knew what they were doing.
When I came time to tubing you dropped your dress and Slash nearly dropped his jaw. Immediately Grace and Mae were complimenting you, asking where you got it, you returned the friendliness. Slash but his tongue, knowing there wasn’t anything he could say.
Mostly it was just the younger ones on the tube, but as the day grew on Slash was getting more irritated that of all things to wear you chose that one, he couldn’t say anything to you around everyone else so he got on the tube with you.
“The weight difference is gonna make us tip.” You said as you stood on the back of the boat, Cash was beside you wiping himself down, he’d just flipped over and was shivering.
“We can both sit in the middle, then.” Slash grumbled, getting on the tube while London, who was also shivering and drenched, held the rope.
You were hesitant but got on with him, sitting snuggly in his lap like you always did. He wrapped an arm around you as you got comfortable, you heard the small grunts from him as you shifted on his cock which was getting hard under you.
London let go of the rope and you drifted further from the boat. “You had to wear this?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.
“Something wrong with it?” You asked looking down at yourself. “I thought I looked cute.” You said innocently, glancing back at him. He shot you a look and the boat started moving, slowly at first to get you both used to it.
“No, you wanted to wear this in front of me like a whore.” He bit, grip on the handles tightening. You held onto his arms, trusting his strength to hold in still. The boat moved faster.
“And what if I did?” You asked, leaning back against him. He didn’t respond, only gave a heavy sigh as Duff sped up more.
After getting back to the house, everyone but Duff and Susanne all but soaked -Slash waited for the perfect time and let go, sending you both flying- food was ordered. You ate in the living room where there were more seats and a TV where Slash and Duff got to watch sports; Duff was watching, Slash was trying to keep up.
You sat next to Slash in pyjamas, a shirt you’d stolen from him months ago and bottoms. No one questioned it or cared, except for Slash who was doing everything in his power to not drag you out of the room and bend you over the nearest surface.
After dinner you excused yourself to the temporary room Duff and Susanne got for your extended stay. It didn’t take long before the door opened again and Slash slipped in, making sure to lock the door behind him. You sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching him near your bed.
He sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pat his lap, gesturing for you to come closer. “On your stomach.” He ordered, keeping his voice low. Your room wasn’t close to anyone else’s but it wasn’t miles apart either.
You did as he asked, laying over his lap on your stomach. He pulled your bottoms down, leaving you in your pretty panties that he pulled and snapped against your cunt, making you squeak. “You were being a brat today.” He muttered, rubbing your ass.
“You weren’t paying attention to me.” You said, looking back at him.
“Doesn’t mean you get the sluttiest thing you own and prance around like you own the fucking place.” His hand came down on your ass, hard. He’d spanked you before, while he was fucking you and just needed to get a little more out of you, if he wanted to hear you scream for him, but this felt different. You were positioned, hips on his thigh, ass in the air.
He rubbed your ass to soothe the sting. “You’re gonna lay there and shut up and take what I give you until I decide you’ve had enough.” He grumbled, bringing his hand up again.
You clawed are the sheets, each time his hand hit you it vibrated all through, shaking every inch of you, but you couldn’t make a sound because the hits got harder when you did. You bit down on the sheets, muffling any sounds you couldn’t stop. Tears stung your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, soaking into the mattress.
Slash rubbed your ass soothingly, calming the sting. Your skin was red and tingling like needles dancing on you. “Look at me, sweetheart.” He said, reaching for your face with his free hand, turning your head to him. He smiled at you and gave your cheek a gentle pat. “What a pretty girl.” He mused. “Took that really well, didn’t you?” He asked, lifting you off his lap and moving you to lay down, head on the pillow.
He moved over you, leaning down to kiss you. “Gonna-gonna give me a reward now..?” You asked, barely pulling away from the kiss.
Slash snorted. “A reward? For what?” He asked, hand going to your cheek again. “You were a bitch all day, walking around, shaking your ass for everyone… whores don’t cum.” Your eyes got watery just thinking about it, all night he was just gonna tease you?
Slash pushed your shirt up over your head, always loved your tits. He kissed down your chest and stomach, tugging at his clothes until he was naked just like you, cock springing free of its confines, all aching and blushing.
You were wet enough, he didn’t bother toying with you and just slammed his cock into you. “You just sit there and take it, don’t you dare cum.” He was always rough with you, he could be sweet and he liked that too, but his hips were always rough. Not like this, this was brutal.
Your back arched, he slapped a hand over your mouth and held it there, stifling your moans and whines as they came. He knew he couldn’t ask you to be quiet through this, he wanted to punish you but he wasn’t stupid.
His hips snapped into your roughly, not bothering to deal with your pleasure. Slash was thick and hit that spot that had you seeing stars, it was the rhythm that changed and kept you from your high over and over. You whined against his hand, looking up at him with pleading eyes, clawing at his arms -the one hand planted on your mouth, the other beside your head.
Slash's head rolled back, a low groan leaving him. He felt you pulsing around him, aching to cum. "Don't you dare." He mumbled, shaking his head but not stopping his movements. "Don't you dare cum, you hold it in, you hear me? You don't get to cum tonight." You whined, doing your best but it felt so good, and he never made you 'hold it' before. You clenched tighter around him, he looked down to watch you suck him in more. "A little longer, sweetheart, don't cum." He mumbled, you couldn't take it anymore.
Your eyes rolled back, your body relaxed, cunt squeezing him tighter still as you came, body practically vibrating with how good it felt. The hand on your mouth pulled away, letting your moans fill the room. His hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped, the sound mixing in with your moans.
"You fucking bitch." Slash grunted, pounding into your harder, faster, how you couldn't understand but it didn't matter. "You wanna cum? We'll just see how many times you can get off before you fucking break." He sat back on his knees and hoisted your hips onto his lap making it easier for him to fuck you.
He wasn't worrying about your sounds anymore, if anyone was going to hear you he'd make you explain. "Love getting your back blown out by old men, huh? Need a sugardaddy so fucking bad, don't mind getting all bloated with cum?" You whined, getting overstimulated already. Slash scoffed, slapping your ass again. "Get used to it, this is your life now."
A/n: When I first read this I thought it was spanking w/ Slash and idk if that's what you meant but spanking Slash is more fun in my head
Warnings: Smut, spanking (with a belt), riding, reader is referred to as mommy (only once I think), angst, mentions of bullying, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
You had your ways of dealing with Slash's behaviour, he wasn't much for parties but he still went out and would often come back with girls, or at least try to.
You never took it too hard since you never defined your relationship, you lived together, sure, but you brought home just as many guys.
Even so, it was fun to discipline him, and you knew he loved it. Slash was always quiet, an introvert, but no one except you knew him to be a whiny little thing, begging to cum, saying he was a good boy and asking for forgiveness.
To everyone else he had dignity, but he handed it over to you at a condescending glance, dropping to his knees in an instant just for your approval.
There was a girl, Slash didn't know her but you did. She made high school hell for you, and seeing her in Slash's lap at the bar made you furious.
He was drunk, of course, you'd had a few yourself, giving you some extra confidence. You marched right over to him and the girl recognized you immediately, giving you a wide smile.
"Y/n, is that you? Oh, god, it has been too long! How are you?" She greeted, reaching a hand out to shake yours, her other arm wrapped around Slash's neck. He smiled wonky at you but his attention was drawn more to her chest in his face than anything else.
You rolled your eyes at him, of course he'd be easily distracted by tits, this was Slash we're talking about. "I'll be much better once you get off my boyfriend." You stated, crossing your arms over your chest.
The girl paused for a moment, processing your words and she had to hold back a laugh. "Your-your what?" She asked, muffling a chortle by taking a sip of her drink.
Slash took the drink from her and finished it off, wiping a drop from his lip before setting the drink down on the counter. "My. Boyfriend. Get off." You said, reaching for Slash's hand but he pulled it away.
"I'm not your anything." He said with a light laugh, eyeing the girls outfit a little closer. You knew he wasn't your anything, but it still hurt to hear him say it, especially when it just fueled this girls ego.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked over your shoulder to see Duff, where he came from you didn't know but you were happy he was here. He saw the tears in your eyes shining off of the bright lights of the party.
"He is her boyfriend." He said, moving to try and get the girl off of him. "He's just wasted."
The girl scoffed and refused to move. "He looks fine to me." She said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He'd not looked in her eyes once since she sat down, he didn't care about her, just her body.
"If you think that's fine you shouldn't be here at all." Duff got a little more aggressive with it and pulled her off of him. Slash stood and the blonde guided him towards you. The guitarist stumbled but held onto you and let you walk him out of the bar.
Neither of you were exactly sober so you flagged down a taxi and pushed Slash in. He leaned on you the whole way home, leaving kisses all over you, wherever he could reach.
"Who was that girl?" He asked, chin on your shoulder. He smelled of booze and cigarettes, hints of pot carried with him.
"Don't worry about it." You grumbled, arms over your chest. Slash looked at you, in your eyes, it wasn't a lot but it was a reminder that you were important to him, enough so that you were more than a body for a night.
"I am worried about it." He said, giggling. "Not worried, but, you know, curious."
You thought about it a moment before huffing and slumping in your seat. "She was... in highschool..." You started, searching for the right way to say it but you weren't really in much better shape than he was.
Slash gasped and sat up straighter. "No!" He exclaimed, to which you turned to your head, brows raised in confusion. "Fuck, I never knew you swung that way... but you said no to a threesome!" The driver shot a look back at you when he said that.
You rubbed your face in exhaustion, Slash saw the annoyance on your face. "She was just a bitch, always made fun of me and shit." You mumbled, looking out the window as you spoke.
Slash let out a soft 'oh'. "Fuck... I'm getting it tonight, aren't I?" He asked, giggling again. You gave a firm nod.
You were happy he got so giggly when he smoked, he was all cute and smiley while you helped him out of his clothes, keeping his belt next to him on the bed while his shirt and jeans got tossed to the floor beside the bed.
He was on his stomach, you were sitting just as naked on top of him, straddling his thighs from behind, his expensive leather belt folded in your hand.
It didn't take long for his giggles to die down, though. His ass was red and stinging, body shaking as sobs ripped from him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, mommy, I'm sorry." He cried, burying his face further into the pillow in his arms.
His legs kicked as you brought the belt down again and again, counting in your head to a good number. You watched the jiggle of his ass and it made you smile, you saw the marks from his alligator skin belt, the scales were hard on his skin.
"All you had to do was tell her you were my boyfriend." You said through gritted teeth. You didn't need him to hear you, he did but you just wanted to say it, get it out.
"I-I didn't want to lie." He mumbled, looking back at you over his shoulder.
You scoffed at that. "Didn't want to lie?" You hit him with an extra amount of force, it pissed you off that that was the best excuse he could come up with. "You lie all the fucking time, you fucking bastard." He choked as the belt came down again.
"You-you really think I was- I was thinking about that?" He asked, no matter how shaky his voice got, how bad it stung where you hit him, there was still that look in his eyes, an extra spark he never had when he looked at anyone else. There was the look he had for sex, for food, then the look he had for music, and then there was you. He looked dazed, in awe. He never did say anything negative about you, even if he was being especially rough with you he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
You stared down at him, running the belt over your, feeling every scale over the palm of your hand. "Roll over." You said.
"Huh?" He asked, sniffling.
This time you emphasized your words with the belt, spanking him again. "Roll over." His breath caught but he did as you ordered and rolled onto his back, struggling to hold himself up on his elbows.
His cock was leaky and pulsing painfully, neglected and needy. You were about to solve that.
You moved up the bed and sank down on him, watching closely as his eyes rolled back and he fell into the bed again. He reached for your hips, holding them loosely as you began moving on him, grinding and rolling your hips. His crying didn't stop but it morphed to a more pleasurable one, whines and moans echoing off the walls.
He came quick but you weren't done and he knew it, you needed to cum too. He took a hand from your hip and started rubbing your clit, not doing a great job of it in his static state, you grabbed his hand and moved against it yourself, feeling that familiar knot building until it snapped and you rode out your high on him, feeling him spilling more into you.
You collapsed on top of him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you and his crying quickly died down as he fell asleep as well, holding you tight to his chest.
You went out again the next night, sticking closer to Slash this time. He was drinking less, which was odd but brushed it off as nothing. It was just like every other night, same club, same few bands, same drink.
Same fucking girl. She came back and ignored you, choosing to take a seat in Slash's lap again instead of the free seat on the other side of him. He wasn't drinking as much but that didn't make him sober, a drink was still in his hand it just wasn't his fifth in the last hour.
"Hey, baby." She greeted, again Slash's eyes were drawn away from her face like the dog he was, she wore a dress that exposed more of her chest on the off chance that Slash was there. Same lack of personality, different year. Slash smiled as a greeted but he kept his hands to himself unlike yesterday. "Couldn't get enough of me, huh?"
"You're the one that came up to me." He said. "I think it's the other way around, sweetheart." That nickname stung something deep in you. That was your name, when he was tired and you were cold, seeking his warmth.
"Can you fuck off?" You grumbled under your breath, shooting a look at them.
"Ooh, girlfriends mad, huh?" She mocked, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer.
"She's not my girlfriend." Slash said. You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, it took your mind off the stinging in your eyes. Then Slash spoke again and your head snapped to him as the words left his mouth. "She's my fiancée." He looked to you and reached for your hand only to find there wasn't a ring on it.
You had no idea what he was talking about but he looked so sad, brows knit together, lips parted slightly as his eyes met yours. "You took your ring off?" He asked. You stared blankly at him, the girl looked between the two of you, unsure of what was happening. Then, like a train, a realization came over Slash. "Oh, fuck me then, it was a dream." He pushed the girl off and searched through his pocket a moment before handing you a small box.
He didn't want to lie, you weren't his girlfriend in his mind. If only his mind didn't play tricks on him like that.
omg that last slash fic you just wrote..i definitely need a part two where he just goes hard when they finally get to be alone at home or something. to the og person who requested..you a real one. ✨ ( idk if your request open or not, i didn't pay attention jejsjd )
A/n: ik this was from so long ago and I actually forget what fic you were referring to so I hope I got it right but I remember people asking for a part 2 anyway 😋
I’m not sorry for adding angst at the end of all my fics recently either
Warnings: slight angst at the end, smut, age gap, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Part 1, Part 3
Slash finished cleaning up the mess you’d made and got himself a glass of water before heading up to bed. He peered into the guest room where you were supposed to be only to find the room abandoned and the door to his room just down the hall slightly ajar.
A smirk tugged at his lips but when he walked in you were already sleeping, one of his pillows tucked between your legs. He didn’t want to wake you so he just crawled into bed behind you, taking the pillow from your legs and pulling you to his side, letting you use his chest as a pillow.
The next morning you woke up back in your bed in the guestroom, Slash's shirt clutched in your hands and held to your chest. You took your time waking up before heading downstairs where London was making breakfast, Slash was helping him the best he could but he didn't know how to cook so he was mostly cleaning the used dishes.
Slash gave you a ride home, his hand on your thigh the whole way and he parked farther away so he could give you a kiss goodbye, promising to see you again, sending sparks through you.
Duff and Susanne could tell you were happier than usual and assumed it had something to do with London. You assured them it wasn't but they still reminded you he had someone already.
You didn't want to tell them it was Slash making you smile, you didn't know how they'd react, you didn't want to ruin this arrangement or their friendships.
You'd be seeing Slash again, he came over to be with Duff, Duff brought you with him to Slash's house because he'd been told a lie that London was there, you'd go into Slash's room and have your fun with his stuff, taking pictures and sending them to him while he spoke with Duff and whoever else was there.
All this time, and you never got to be alone, and Slash did that on purpose. He knew it would be hard to be alone, but he also knew it would drive you insane to not to get touched by him for so long, not after what he did to you. You couldn't make yourself feel like that, no, you needed him.
Finally, he came up with an idea. Technically he thought of it after your first night over, but he finally told you about it.
London would be on tour, Cash was with friends, it would just be Slash alone at home. The perfect chance for the both of you.
"I didn't see London's car in the driveway?" Duff said, looking over his shoulder as Slash welcomed the both of you in.
"Yeah, he's just out getting something, said he'd be back soon." Slash explained, closing the door behind the both of you. He turned to you as you kicked your shoes off. "Why don't you go wait for him?" You paused a moment, more waiting? He was gonna make you go upstairs and wait for him while he sat down here talking?
You couldn't say anything, not in front of Duff. You just nodded with a smile and went upstairs, heading straight for Slash's room to sit on his bed and scroll on your phone until he came to join you.
They had to talk for hours, you didn't care to know what about, all you could think about was how you were going to pay him back when he came up.
Slash waved goodbye to his old friend and closed the door, breathing out a heavy sigh knowing what was about to happen. He made his way up to his room and found you on your phone, you didn't even look up at him as he entered.
"Sweetheart, are you ready?" No response. You were done waiting for him to give you attention, it wasn't good for you, now it was his turn to beg for you. "Come on, don't be like that." He said, making his way onto the bed. He found a spot between your legs and started undoing your jeans.
You wanted to kick him away, make him really beg, but this felt better. He tugged your pants down, you barely lifted your hips to help him. He huffed. "I'm here now, we have all week together, just us." He said, placing a few kisses on your thighs. "Wanna see you make another mess, sweetheart." He was getting nothing from you, you were just staring blankly at your phone.
There was nothing more interesting than Slash looking up at you with those plush lips pursed in a little fake pout, brows knit together to fit the rest of his expression.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, Slash was strong, very strong. You often found ways to cuddle up to his arms, thick logs under your head, making his limbs fall asleep was your way of getting back at him after all he'd put you through. Once you were asleep he refused to move, only making the exception to get you into the guestroom, so if your head was on his arm it was there to stay until the blood flow stopped.
Tonight he was actually using the muscle he had for more than just impressing you, though what he did accomplished that as well.
He wasn't going to waste time getting your jeans down your legs, they were tight and clung to your curves. He hooked his hands on the flaps of your fly and pulled, letting them rip right down the hem, causing you to yelp.
He just chuckled at your reaction. "Knew you couldn't ignore me forever." He said with a grin, your jeans now turned into chaps.
"Those were expensive!" You exclaimed, he just rolled his eyes at you.
"I'll get you new ones." He said, snapping the strings to your pink panties. He spoke up again before you could. "I'll get you more of those, too. Lots more." He started littering kisses over your abdomen, slowly moving down.
You set your phone down when he licked through your already wet folds, seeing him rip through fabric so effortlessly was definitely a turn on.
"Not so distracted now, are you?" He mumbled against you, tongue flicking your clit. You gasped and shook your head, eagerly reaching for him and gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer.
He chuckled lowly against you, tongue swirling around your sensitive bean, thick finger pushing into you and prodding that spot he knew you loved so much. You bit your lip to silence yourself, every time you did Slash gave you a quick slap on your ass, correcting your behaviour. The house was empty, you didn’t have to be quiet.
It still took some getting used to but soon your moans were bouncing off the walls, two fingers in and then he added a third. He wasn’t moving fast, you knew he would but for now he was going slow, taking his time in prepping you, loving you.
Your back arched off the bed, tugging on his hair as you rode out your high on his face, calling out his name as you came.
He pulled away and moved to lay beside you, letting you get a break. He had all week to fuck you, he prioritized you being comfortable over his own needs.
You caught your breath and moved on top of him, a shiver running down your spine when you felt how big he was, rock hard under you and straining against his jeans. “We should do more.” You said, a grin on your face.
He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “We’ll do more.” His hands went to your hips, guiding you to rock your hips, grinding down on him.
“No, I mean, like…” You chewed your cheek as you thought of a way to say it, your mind still a jumbled mess. You lowered yourself on him till your mouth was right by his ear. “We have the whole house to ourselves.”
He let your words run through his head for a minute. “What exactly are you suggesting, sweetheart?” You smiled widely and moved off the bed, pulling off what was left of your jeans, panties already tossed aside, and you decided to throw your shirt and bra with them, all while Slash stared in awe, a smile spreading over his face.
“We can be anywhere, Slash.” You said, leaning your hands on the bed, letting him eye you shamelessly.
“Anywhere… who?” He asked, eyes flickering to meet yours briefly.
“Anywhere, daddy.” You repeated, wiggling your hips. He inhaled deeply and nodded, getting out of bed and following you through the halls, pulling his clothes off as he went until he was bending you over the kitchen table, hands gripping your hips and holding you in place for him to ram into you, low groans slipping from his lips.
“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Wanted daddy’s dick so fucking bad, didn’t you?” He asked, not stopping or even slowing his pace as he waited for you to respond.
“Yes! Yes, daddy, s’all I wanted, just wanted you!” Your body bounced up the table, the cloth covering it saving your body from sticking. You swore the table was moving with how hard he was fucking you, scooting a little further with every harsh thrust from him.
His arm snaked around you, lifting you from the table and holding you to his chest, sucking and nipping at your neck, he was just as starved for your touch as you were for his, he was just better at hiding it. He was fucking you like he was in heat, grunting and panting in your ear while your moans and whines echoed off the walls, every wall.
This was the freedom you’d been craving, to love him in the open even if that was his house, it was big enough to count. Whether or not you’d ever be able to tell the world about your relationship was always at the back of your mind, but not right now, not when you were so close, not when his fingers were on your clit and his tip was hitting your sweet spot.
Your knees buckled under you, Slash was beginning to stumble, hold on you tightening as his breaths got heavier. “Fuck, doing so good for me, sweetheart, taking me so fucking good.” He mumbled, grabbing your tit in his hand, his favourite part of you always was your chest. “C’mon, be a good girl and cum for me, make a mess for daddy.” You could already feel yourself coming undone at his touch, his words only pushing you further.
You had to pull away from him and grab the table as you came, gushing on the hardwood floors and crying out for him.
He took a step closer behind you, finishing himself off and spreading his cum on your ass.
Your high lasted longer than his and he watched in amazement, loving every second of it as he took a seat, bringing his hand to your hip and pulling you into his lap as you came down from it. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” You melted into him, body weak and twitching.
“I-I think I might go first.” You joked, laughing breathlessly.
He shook his head. “You’re young, not some sixty year old with permanent defibrillator.”
You looked up at him, kissing his scruffy cheek. “Is that why you like me?” You asked, kissing him again and again, wanting his lips on yours. “I’m young and pretty, you think you’re gonna die?”
He snorted. “I don’t think I’m dying soon, just… sooner than you.” He saw where you were going and met your lips with his own. You didn’t let him pull away so fast, aching for more and more still.
“You didn’t answer my question.” You said between kisses.
He let out a heavy sigh. “No. I don’t just like you because you’re hot and I want some trophy wife.” You wanted to brush past ‘wife’ but it made you smile, cheeks heating up and he saw it, smiling back at you. “I love you because I love how you are, your personality and your interests, how you treat people… does that answer your question?”
You thought for a moment before nodding, shifting to be more comfortable in his lap. “I love you, Saul.” He kissed you again and lifted you up.
