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[justbas1l]

Guns N’ Roses in purple 🔮

[snakepitgunner]

[cjthestoryteller]

Who wants a little sneak peek??? LMK!

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A TMNT FanFiction Story by CJtheStoryteller

*Story Summary: Slash is out for revenge against Raphael for betraying him and he has decided the best way to hurt the turtle in red is through his brothers. Slash has his eyes set on one brother in particular and he will stop at nothing to even the score.

*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.

*Author’s Note: This story is set after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy’ and it’s the sequel to my short story ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever.’ Just so you know, this one gets pretty dark … 

Chapter 1 - Stalking His Prey  Chapter 2 - Red-hot   Chapter 3 - Raph and Destroy  Chapter 4 - Slashback Chapter 5 - Trying to Escape  Chapter 6 - Tough Call Chapter 7 - Get Him Back  Chapter 8 - Breaking Point  Chapter 9 - Life in Captivity  Chapter 10 - Not the Same  Chapter 11 - Darkness Falls  Chapter 12 - The Blame Game  Chapter 13 - Beat Down Chapter 14 - The Middle Ones  Chapter 15 - Out There  Chapter 16 - Look What the Rat Dragged In  Chapter 17 - Reality Check  Chapter 18 - Abandonment  Chapter 19 - The Truth Hurts  Chapter 20 - Too Late  Chapter 21 - Irreparable Damage  Chapter 22 - No Hope in Shell  Chapter 23 - Bad Blood  Chapter 24 - The Hardest Part  Chapter 25 - Far From Okay  Chapter 26 - An Unpopular Decision  Chapter 27 - Someone to Watch Over D  Chapter 28 - Worst Fears  Chapter 29 - Pain  Chapter 30 - Unforgiven  Chapter 31 - Scared of Him  Chapter 32 - Deception  Chapter 33 - Breaking Point  Chapter 34 - Conflict  Chapter 35 - I’m Here  Chapter 36 - Going Backwards  Chapter 37 - Moving Forward  Chapter 38 - Strike One  Chapter 39 - A Lack of Compassion Chapter 40 - Epic Fail Chapter 41 - Should’ve Learned  Chapter 42 - Of Two Minds  Chapter 43 - Missing  Chapter 44 - When in Doubt  Chapter 45 - Not Alone  Chapter 46 - Where Is He?  Chapter 47 - The Plan  Chapter 48 - A New Development  Chapter 49 - A Lot to Handle  Chapter 50 - Trapped ★★COMING SOON★★

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[duffsmckagan]

What makes Guns N’ Roses? These 5 guys do.

[envythemouse]

I haven't seen a lot of healthy Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington fics lately (or well, ever since Eddie Munson entered the show) and it's kind of sad. It's a good ship.

Had a silly fic idea just now:

What if Steve and Billy are secretly friends and they have fake fights to give people the impression that's where their bruises come from so people don't suspect the actual abuse they get from their fathers?

Like, they'd practice their fake fights and lines and what angle people are gonna see to make it look real and stuff.

And then one day Max or Dustin finds out that they're together and they're really worried about Steve and confront him about it (maybe Max confronts Billy) and they have to come clean and tell the party it's all an act.

Imagine Billy accidentally really hits Steve and he kind of panics and almost has a breakdown over it even though it was a total accident.

[rocketqueen1989x]

💋Angles of ROCK💋

[nenynra]

Lost my breath for a second, this was too funny-💀✋️

“McDonald's!”

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[nenynrawrites]

Thinking of how pouty Slash looks sometimes, especially when he's tired. Him just looking at you and you knowing exactly what he wanted: A kiss. 'Cause one time, it was early in the morning and his lips were a little swollen as you kissed him, he said it felt the best, so kisses with him being pouty were definitely guaranteed:>

[izzystradlinn]

😟

Why are you finding the worst picture of me?

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hai^^ I love your stories so much and I was wondering if you could make one about 80s slash x reader? And how the reader’s parents and slash’s mom were friends and forced them to meet each other?

When the reader sees slash - she kinda into him and the more she stares at him the more attractive gets and slash is a bit older than her and finds her funny and weird as he notices that she’s been staring at him the whole time during dinner.

It isn’t until they’re left alone that they start talking to each other and slash makes playful gestures and teases towards her? With smut and fluff of course :P

I hope that’s not a lot^^ anyways whenever you get the time^^

A/n: I wrote this in class and barely finished so the end is kind of shit

Warnings: smut, arranged marriage trope(ish), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

I think I’ve used this before but no I didn’t bc I said so

Ever since you were young, around twelve, there was always this pressure to be with someone, relatives coming by and asking where your boyfriend was. It was annoying and you couldn’t get away from it.

Your parents only got worse as you got older, inviting friends over with suitors. Annoying old men shoving money and power in your face, none of it was ever for you they just wanted to show you what they had. They didn’t care about you.

This dinner was just like any other, you had to get all dressed up to meet some guy your parents knew. He’d be old, creepy and wasting away, just wanting someone to bed whenever he wanted, someone to beat, who he could show around town as he pleased.

You were in your room, getting ready as per usual. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, pristine and proper, white floral dress and golden makeup. Just once you wanted to do something bigger, something harsher.

The doorbell rang and you were called down to meet the guests. You say yourself at the table, ready to meet the next suitor to leave.

A woman walked through, she was gorgeous and had a beautiful smile, behind her came a man with bigger hair than his mother. He shared those big, dark eyes, full lips, but he didn’t smile. He wasn’t dressed up all fancy, he wore jeans and a leather jacket over a Ramones shirt that was torn up and well loved, to say the least.

You weren’t allowed to listen to the Ramones, devils music you were told. This man was the devil incarnate and you were certain he’d be the one to take you away.

Your mother sat down next to you and placed a hand on your knee, leaning into you. “Don’t you dare go looking at this one all puppy eyed, I gave you good men you will not be falling for this monstrosity.” She said through gritted teeth, but her warning was moot, you’d already made up your mind.

The dinner went as every other did, your mother would ask questions and listen closely to the answers, except she didn’t. She didn’t care what this man, Saul was his name, had to say.

You sat idly by and ate, gaze flickering over to him all too frequently, he was sure to notice but he didn’t bring it up or look back at you.

His voice didn’t match his appearance. He was soft spoken and only spoke when told to, he rarely looked up from his plate and when he did he didn’t make eye contact.

Saul Hudson to be wed, you could see it in the papers now.

“I play guitar in a band.” He said, it broke through your day dreaming haze.

“You-you play..?” Your mother sputtered out, unable to even finish her sentence.

Saul nodded, a wide grin on his face and he looked up at you, still not making eye contact. His gaze flicked from your lips down to your shoulders, you didn’t dare guess where else he was looking. “Big band, Guns N’ Roses.” He clarified. “Playing stadiums now.” His mother smiled proudly over at him.

You wiped your mouth on a napkin and stood, quietly excusing yourself from the table. The food was gone and what was left needed to be packed away now anyway, you were just leaving it for other people.

You went to your room and sat down at your desk once more, staring at yourself in the mirror. Something new filled you, you wanted his attention, all of it. You wanted to run with him, to venture with him. He’d take you all over with his band and he’d love you. He was gentle and he wouldn’t hurt you, he wouldn’t flaunt his money, only buy you jewelry for your birthday and flowers when he loved you, just because.

You dug through your drawers and tried to find something… big, a statement piece for your face. Your attention snapped to the door as it opened and Saul walked in.

He was hesitant at first, staring at you bent over a desk drawer and digging through it like a mad man. He came over and stood just beside you, placing a hand on your lower back as he looked through the drawers for you.

Saul pulled out a deep red lipstick. He brought a finger under your chin and tilted your head for him to see you properly.

You were struck, in your core a pulse came with a heat, a desire, but you snapped out of it quick enough to wipe the gloss you already had off your lips so he’d have a bare canvas to work with.

He smiled down at you and got to work, using the tip yo outline your lips before filling them in.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror, Saul now stood behind you with his hands on your hips. He didn’t look in the mirror, he stared at you in front of him, the side of your face and how pleased you seemed with his work.

You turned back to him. “Do more.” You asked, drawing a chuckle from him and he shook his head, by god you made him laugh and you wanted to hear it again and again for as long as you lived.

“I don’t know anymore.” He said, bringing his hands to your shoulders and turning you around again. He leaned down to you, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “You do it, you can’t mess up when it’s just gonna be running down your face in a minute anyway.”

You paused a moment and looked back to him. “Why? Will you make me cry?” He nodded confidently, you looked back to the mirror. “Why would you do that? Will you leave?” You asked curiously.

“More than one way to make someone cry.” He said, rubbing your shoulders. He inhaled deeply, taking in your saddened expression, you clearly didn’t get what he was referring to. He’d just have to show you once you looked the part, well enough the part anyway, you didn’t have the clothes.

“Heavier on the eyes.” He said as you tapped on a bright red, something to connect the lipstick while still being different. You picked up your pencil liner but he took it from you and had you turn towards him. “Gimme a second.” He said with a smile, being careful to not poke you in the eye as he worked.

He was giggling when he turned you back to the mirror. You had a leopard print on your eyelids and whiskers on your cheeks. The print on your eyes was pretty, neat and well done, the whiskers were an afterthought he was enjoying much too much.

You stood up and turned to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, he couldn’t say no to that.

He wasn’t a gentleman, not by a long shot, he was just sweet. The first chance he got his hands were on your ass, pulling your dress up over your head and not caring if he smudged it, not one bit.

Your arms went around his neck and he lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you to your bed and laid you down.

He was laying over you, an arm holding him up by your head, his other hand moved down between your legs, rubbing through your folds and catching your clit, feeling how wet you already were for him.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asked, already starting to trail kisses up your jaw towards your ear. You hesitated before slowly shook your head, hoping it wouldn’t make him stop. Luckily he didn’t and just sucked his teeth. “Well, I don’t feel like slowing down for you.” He said sitting back up and undo his jeans, pushing them down just enough for his dick to spring free, of course he didn’t wear boxers. “Just tell me if it hurts.” He said as he pushed into you, groaning as he did.

Despite his words he did give you a minute to adjust to him, running his hands up and down yours sides until he felt you were ready and he started moving, slow at first but he couldn’t keep that pace for long.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, tugging you closer to him as his hips slammed into yours, each thrust bringing you closer to an edge you’d never seen before.

He was perfect above you, full lips, bruised just like yours, parted ever so slightly in soft, low grunts and groans. Sweat clung to his curls just around his face, the rest of his mane framing his sharp jaw. His teeth were crooked and he didn’t look right at you, focusing on feeling good, making you feel good.

You didn’t have anything to compare it to, but this was definitely the best you’d ever felt. Free, and it felt so good. You reached down and found your clit, rubbing it in circles.

Saul chuckled over you and nodded in approval. “Just keep doing that, keep doing that.” He said. You could feel him inside you, veins dragging against your gummy walls, cunt pulling him in for more, every time he pulled away you sucked him back in.

You melted into the mattress, vision going white and when you came doing from it you felt something warm spilling out inside you, Saul’s face tucked into you and he kissed over your chest, latching onto your nipple and swirling his tongue around it.

Finally he pulled away and pulled away and sat up, fixing his pants before heading out to your balcony. You saw he was smoking, he just looked so… you couldn’t even describe it.

You got your dress back on and went out to stand with him.

He smiled at you when you came out, he held the cigarette out for you but took it away before you got the chance to get it. “No way in hell am I letting you do that.” He said with a laugh.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. He glanced down at you as he took a drag from his cigarette. “It’s pretty tonight.” You said.

He nodded, looking out on the cities lights below. Your house was up on a mountain, giving you a good view all around. “I bet it’s a pretty night for you every night.”

You smirked up at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you live here, you see it every night.” That’s not what you were expecting.

You looked back out to the city. “I want to see more… with you, Saul.”

He let out a heavy sigh, he wanted you with him too. You were intriguing to him, you needed a chance to rebel and he knew you would never stay with him, not after growing up like this, but he could be the one with you to see the world and that was enough. “Slash.” He said. “If you’re coming with me you call me Slash.”

“Slash.” You repeated. “Slash Hudson.” He might regret this, but he didn’t care. In that moment, he didn’t care about anything.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

every time I see a new photo of my favourite old man I say yippe and jump ten foot in the air

[sillybillytime]

Price of the Phoenix is gayer than any slash fic I’ve read

[foxdev1l]

[orseymon]

Megatron is jealous of his prime