#Guns and Roses

[thetreelovr]

BEAUTIFUL edit i made ⭐️

(im crying i love him and need him so much pls)

[broidobe]

𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔤𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞

requested! this is a part two of sore thumb which is linked below

☾bill and the reader spend time together in study hall, with the reader helping him with math homework while they flirt and bond over shared interests, leading to a budding connection☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚sore thumb

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the next day, you walked into study hall to find bill already sitting at the back of the room, his usual spot by the window. his leather jacket was thrown over the back of his chair, and his homework was spread out in front of him, though he seemed to be staring at the paper more than actually doing anything.

you made your way over, your bag slung over your shoulder. he glanced up as you approached, a surprised look on his face. "you again?" he asked, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you grinned. "yeah, i’m starting to think we might be study hall buddies now."

he shrugged and scooted over slightly, making room for you. “don’t expect me to actually help with your homework,” he warned, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine concern.

“who said anything about homework?” you replied, sitting down next to him. “i’m just here to make sure you don’t fall asleep before class ends.”

bill rolled his eyes but didn't protest. he glanced down at his paper, then back at you. “fine. but if you're here to make fun of my math skills, i'm leaving.”

“math? oh, no, i’m not that cruel.” you took a look at the sheet of numbers in front of him. “but you could use a little help.”

bill gave a defeated sigh, pushing the paper toward you. “i don’t get it, alright? this stuff just doesn’t make sense. why do we need to know this?”

you smiled softly, scanning the problem. “it’s just algebra, bill. think of it like a puzzle. you just have to figure out the pieces.”

he leaned in a little closer, clearly intrigued despite himself. “a puzzle, huh?”

“exactly.” you picked up your pencil and started walking him through the steps, pointing to each part of the equation. “okay, so first you need to isolate the variable, which means moving everything around to get the ‘x’ by itself. like this…”

bill watched you closely, his usual guarded demeanor slipping a little as he followed your explanation. his hand fidgeted with the edge of his notebook as you worked through the problem. “okay, i get that part. but what about this one?” he pointed to a different question, his brow furrowing.

you glanced at it and smiled. “let me guess, you’re stuck because of the fractions, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” he asked, sounding impressed.

“because fractions are evil,” you said with a playful grin. “but i can show you a trick to make them easier.”

bill chuckled at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “you really think fractions are evil?”

“i do. they're just unnecessary drama in an otherwise perfectly good equation.”

“you’re kinda funny,” bill said, his voice softer than usual.

you looked at him in surprise. “you think so?”

he nodded, a genuine grin spreading across his face. “yeah. i didn’t expect you to be this… cool.”

you felt a warm blush creep up your neck at the compliment. “well, i’m glad i’m not as bad as those people who throw your lunch tray on the floor,” you said, teasing lightly.

bill’s smile faded for just a second, his eyes darkening with something close to bitterness. “they don’t know what they’re talking about,” he muttered, but he quickly shook it off. “anyway, i’m not a fan of math, but you’re making it a little less horrible.”

you chuckled and nudged his shoulder gently. “well, you’re welcome. maybe i’ll even let you buy me a coffee for this tutoring session.”

bill’s eyes widened a little, clearly caught off guard. “i—uh, i don’t know. i’m kind of broke.”

you smirked. “i’ll settle for you being nice to me. that’s all the payment i need.”

his smile returned, warmer this time. “deal. so, uh, you wanna hang out after school tomorrow? i mean, if you’re not too busy.”

you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. “i think i can make time for you.”

bill’s green eyes sparkled, a mix of relief and excitement behind them. “cool. it’s a date then.”

you hesitated, feeling a small flutter in your chest at the word. “it’s a date,” you agreed, glancing down at the paper and brushing your shoulder against his as you continued working on the math problems together.

[yurastarry]

i'm so sad at the fact that argenti only became relevant when argenthill became popular, back when he got leaked and released there were lack of fanarts and praise for him despite the fact that a flower was named after him plus he's the least owned character in honkai star rail too

we need some more argenti appreciation aside from the ships bc atp he js exists for "shipping purposes"

[perversion666]

i love silly golden retriever coded rockstars

[eroticlamb]

Slash of Guns n' Roses, photographed on April 22, 1989 ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖ ࣪ Photographed by Ross Halfin

[reibub]

argenthill is taking me out rn

i need to draw them sm more i actually love them

[stvnszlr]

tell me you guys see the vision here

[thelazyaki]

Chibi argenthill

DO NOT repost

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Take Me With You

A/n: I’m not even sorry he’s so cute I need to drink his unborn children in a salty cocktail

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mommy kink, whiny Slash (feed gooners), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

All it took was one look and you were hooked, you couldn’t even see his face but he had you.

You liked the music, a friend got you into Guns N’ Roses but you weren’t big on the scene and didn’t know them all too well. Still, the music was good so you took your friend up on their offer when they got tickets to their concert.

Front row, right at the stage. The opening band was cool, Sound Garden, but when Guns came out you were you in awe, specifically with the lead guitarist.

He took every measure to cover his face, dark glasses, a top hat pushed low, his big hair patching up the holes, but his body, those hip rolls and those skilled hands, experienced fingers. A thin layer of sweat coated him and you were ready to climb onto the stage and lick him clean.

Your friend saw the way you were eyeing him and kept making jokes, nudging you when he got close.

When the concert ended you walked out with your friend, at least you almost did. You couldn’t not at least attempt to see Slash again, so you made up some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom and snuck off.

It really wasn’t as hard as it probably should’ve been for you to get backstage but you weren’t complaining, not when Slash was so close, not when you saw him slipping a dressing room just down the hall.

You followed shortly behind, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned back around to find Slash sprawled out on the couch, fly down revealing his thick bush.

He was staring at you blankly, his hat and glasses were set on the table in front of him, giving you the first glimpse of his face, big brown eyes, bushy brows. He gave you a once over and a smile spread over his face; it wasn’t lustful, he didn’t look at you like this was some joke, like he’d ever even give you a chance, he just looked happy to see you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice was nothing like you expected, it was soft and sweet with a rasp to it from smoking.

“I, uh, I’m not too sure, honestly.” You replied. You didn’t have a plan, you had a concept: get backstage, see Slash. You never thought you’d get backstage nor did you think you’d see Slash.

Slash chuckled and gestured you closer. “What do you want to do?” He asked, that smile still on his face.

Your eyes trailed over body again, plush thighs stretching out his leather pants and expensive ostrich skin cowboy boots. “Whatever you want me to do.” Slash’s brows raised at that, of all things he hadn’t expected that, at least not worded in such a way.

He gestured you closer, tapping the floor with his boot to signal for you to sit down. You did just as he asked, kneeling between his legs. “You ever done this before?”

You’re face scrunched. “I’m not a groupie.” You said, grudgingly pulling your eyes from his happy trail.

Slash snorted and shook his head. “No, I mean, like, ever.” He said, cocking his head to the side as he took in your innocent front, doe eyes looking up at him, a nervousness to the way your lips moved and your eyes flickered.

You slowly shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t send you away. Instead he just adjusted his position and pulled his half hard dick out of his pants, stroking himself a few times.

He held his tip to your lips, smearing pre on them as a silent request for entry. You opened your mouth for him and he brought a hand to the back of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, head falling back. “Thank you for coming back here, fuck.” He mused, guiding you to help you bob your head on him. “Squeeze your thumb, it’ll stop your gag reflex.” He said, demonstrating it himself.

He did enjoy hearing you gag on his length, choking on his girth, but this was your first time. He was content with just seeing the struggle, your throat bulging with him, eyes watering and drool beading out the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin.

You took his suggestion and it did help, not completely but it was definitely better than before. Honestly, you didn’t mind the discomfort so long as you got to watch his expressions, his eyes closing in ecstasy, when he opened them you got to see the need in them as soft whimpers and whines left him.

He had you going slow, dragging this out. “Fuck, I don’t- I don’t even know your- fuck, mommy.” He moaned, eyes crossing as thick spurts of cum shot down your throat, he could barely keep his thighs from locking around your head.

He let go of your head, letting you pull away from him with a few good coughs. You wiped you mouth and stood up, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

Slash threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side, kissing your cheek. “You sure you don’t want to make your way through the rest of the band?” He teased.

You shook your head. “They don’t all look so pretty when they cum, do they?” He scoffed and pulled his arm back, fixing his pants and standing up.

“Alright, get out, I gotta go.” You chewed your cheek, looking him over, eyes landing on his clothed ass. He turned back to see where you were staring and laughed. “Jesus, what do you want?”

You thought for a moment, slowly bringing your eyes back to his. “I get to choose?” Slash stared at you, you wondered if he heard you at first but then he nodded. “Take me with you.” That sweet, warm smile found its way back to his face.

[blehbet-arts]

just some dudes with their lot of dudes (horses)

(individual shots beneath the cut!)

[90sd0ll]

Steven Adler and Duff McKagan photographed attending an event in 1990 - 💋

[xo-myloves]

guys I need an answer 💋🖤

[scrumizes]

Hes explaining the fnaf lore i tgink

[doctorfilthh]

Guns N’ Roses or smth

[rocketqueen1989x]

axl wearing black nail polish is so cunty to me