#Slash fan fiction

[thesmokingguns]

Long Hugs

You were running, saying excuse me to people as you bumped into them as you tried to get closer to where the gate Slash was getting off the plane at. You had gotten stuck in traffic in the back of the taxi. But you were here now and you were going to get to Slash.

It was humid as you jogged, trying to make sure that you made it to his gate but becoming more and more aware that you weren't going to be able to do it. You glanced up at the board, swearing as you realized just how late you were running. Trying to pick it up your pace as you tried to get to where Slash was going to be.

And then, there he was and your breath left your body as you saw him.

He was walking towards you, his backpack on as he wheeled his suitcase, smiling as he saw you rushing forward. He was letting go of his bag, bending just a little bit down and catching you as you crashed into his arms. He was wrapping you in him. Holding you as he squeezed his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as you clung to him.

This hug was intoxicating, a relief after Slash having been gone for a month. You had missed the way arms felt around you. Missed the way it felt to be held and loved.

“Don’t let go.” you mumbled, head on his chest as your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt, just staying in the warmth of his arms. Head on his chest as you breathed in the smell that was so distinctly Slash. It was comforting and warm, heaven in a person.

“Oh, babygirl. You’re not going anywhere.” His hands rubbed your back, holding you as he stroked your back, rocking you back and forth as he left kisses on your forehead, needing to just have you close to him.

A month away felt like an eternity. It was hell not having you with him and he regretted not having you come visit. But it had been a hectic schedule and he knew that your anxiety would be spiked as he bounced around busy with the band and unable to give you the attention that having you with him would be.

The airport was full enough that the pair of you, locked in an embrace, was distracting people and making them have to sidestep the pair of you. Scoffing at the way your arms were locked around each other and the two of you seemed to be unable to separate from each other. The intensity and feeling that was being conveyed in just a hug made you both breathe easier.

Slash’s hands rubbed your back, slipping under your shirt to feel the way that your skin was soft under his skin, stroking the small of your back as you hummed against him, pushing up on your feet as he leaned down, the five o clock shadow of his heard tickling your face,  making you look up as he kissed you for the first time.

His lips were warm on yours, pressing down against you as you slid your hands up, around his neck as he bent down, picking you up by your thighs and letting you wrap around him and kiss him, deep and needy. You leaned into him more, the sigh of pleasure as you cooed against his lips. Slash groaned, head turning as you let your hands wander up, into his hair and pulling him hard against you.

“We should go home.” he breathed against you, looking at you with eyes stained in lust. He could see you, smirking as you nodded, thinking he was going to put you down, “Hey, keep those legs wrapped around me. I want to keep hugging you until tomorrow. I just cant get enough of you, dollface.”

You locked ankles behind his back, smirking at him as you held on tight to him.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[skeletonea]

Me on my way to reading all the fics with the hashtag "kinktober" in it.

[spirk-trek]

Companion Fanzine | Pat Stall, 1978

[makuzume]

🔞MNDI !!

JJK Characters Texting You When They're "Needy"🫣

🔅characters: Gojo, Toji, Shoko, Choso

🔅content: gn!reader; SMUT; cursing, established relationship; a lot of dirty talking; intentional typos; they are literally doing *that* while texting you🤭🥵

🔅a/n: Shoko sweet talking to me like that just has me weak in the knees🫦 Have this well deserve spicy smau after the back to back angst content :)

[JJK Masterlist]

🔅Satoru Gojo🔅

🔅Toji Fushiguro🔅

🔅Shoko Ieiri🔅

🔅Choso Kamo🔅

Credits to @makuzume on Tumblr || Do not steal, translate, modify, reupload my works on any platform.

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Decided to make a Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover comic, about Sam being the Master, that no one asked for and is about 15 years too late 😂

Chapter 1 is almost done, I’ll hopefully have it posted here and on AO3 in the next week. Thinking of naming it “Sam Tyler Doesn’t Exist.” First chapter will stand alone, but I’ve written a script for a second chapter already. Mostly ignores Ashes to Ashes, and anything after series 4 of Doctor Who.

Gosh!

[duffslut]

Be my daddy

Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 793

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

Taglist: @guns-n-roses-gal @a4tumnvenice @used-to-love-her-06 @changbinsdummythiccahrms @guitarsfan @em-21 @their80smichelle @svrgs-blog @rocketttqueennn @wiifitboard @unknownperson246 @fxcethestrange @lovergirl4slash @rottoneggs01 @metallical0ver @brunette-barbie4562 @appetiteforattitude @prettypersuasion @gyaas @nenynra @brezeblog @damianodavds @ch3rry-earrings @1-800-meth-blog @hauntedrosie @inkieink @rocketqueen1989x @rafesgirl7 @thatsoversace @maverickman5k @metallicaloverrr @xoxytoxinx @queenoftheundergroundscene @beebemarie @yourowngirlie @impuls1ve

Izzy didn't leave his laptop all day working on his new songs, completely forgetting that you were also at home with him, bored and a bit needy too.

- Izzy, how much longer will this take? - You asked dramatically, pouting.

He looked at you quickly and then returned his gaze to the screen.

- A few more hours. - He said seriously, focused on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

- HOURS?! - You exclaimed and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder feeling the refreshing scent of his freshly washed hair. - I can't wait that long, I need you now...

Izzy ignored you completely but you didn't give up, he was just too pretty with that black button-down shirt almost completely open, revealing his chest. Something about seeing him like that, with such a serious expression, almost as if he were mad, made you extremely horny for him, you simply couldn't bear not to ride him for "a few more hours".

You kissed the soft skin of his neck, then behind his ear and back to his neck, his eyes still glued to the screen, you decided to go further, sliding one of your hands down his shirt, touching his stomach. Since nothing you did seemed to catch his attention, you lowered your hands even further and pressed his crotch, his hand immediately landed on top of yours and gently took it away.

- Not now Y/n. - Izzy muttered.

His refusal only made your panties wetter, you decided you wouldn't leave him alone until his dick was inside you, work wasn't a priority, you were. You sat on his lap, facing him, fitting your groin right on top of his member, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted his head slightly towards you.

- I want you daddy... - You whispered in his ear and immediately noticed the change in his posture. - I need you...

You smiled feeling his cock harden beneath you, he always went crazy when you called him daddy.

- You can't do this every time I'm trying to work, bunny. - Izzy said in a low tone, lifting your tank top exposing your breasts. - You dirty girl.

You smiled in satisfaction as his lips began to kiss your tits, the warm touch of his mouth made you let out a needy moan, your hips moved on his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his covered cock.

Izzy continued to suck on your tits as he slipped his hand inside your panties, making your body shiver as his long fingers touched your cunt.

- Please Izzy... - You moaned, throwing your back back, biting your lips hard, feeling his fingers move inside you.

Izzy took his hand out of your panties and lifted your body, laying you on the glass table next to his laptop, pulling your panties off roughly.

- It's daddy for you. - He muttered. - Now say it.

You lifted your legs and looked into his eyes.

- Please rail me daddy. - You begged, feeling your pussy throb for him.

Your mind went blank for a few seconds when Izzy thrust his big, hard cock inside you without hesitation, pounding deep and hard into your cunt, your lips couldn't form a single word as his hand squeezed your neck, your mouth was half open and your whole body moved with his thrusts. your forehead was sweating just like his, your shirt now unbuttoned, keeping your gaze fixed on his abdomen as you felt your toes curl and your body contract, you just couldn't take it anymore when Izzy started whispering dirty words to you.

- I'm gonna put a baby inside you, honey... - Izzy groaned as he stimulated your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit. - I won't stop until I've filled you with my cum...

You nodded, clenching your pussy around his cock as you came, moaning as the electrifying sensation coursed through your blood.

- Oh fuck! - Izzy moaned as he felt your cum smear his cock, taking it out of you and spreading it all over your pussy, surrounding your entrance and teasing your clitoris by slamming his dick against it a few times. - It's Daddy's turn now. - He murmured, throwing your legs over his shoulders and leaning down to your face, slapping your face before cupping your cheeks. - And you will take all of it, right baby?

His cock slid deeply inside you again, ramming your cervix making you moan desperately feeling it throbbing inside you.

- Make me a mommy, daddy! - You moaned, squeezing your own tits to relieve all the heat weighing down your body.

Izzy came harder than usual, and you knew he had filled your womb with his seed, probably impregnating you at that very moment.

[the-bar-sinister]

You know what's a fanfiction trope that really fell by the wayside over the last 20 years? (or at least I never personally see it in search results any more).

Extremely angsty hooker AUs for slash pairings.

I don't really have anything to say about that, it was never my cup of tea, it's just interesting to see such a fertile genre dry up.

[hollywoodroses]

We need freaky ass duff, like disgustingly freaky, not like shit kink, but yk what I mean, make it pounding into when he’s sweaty and using a lots of toys and idk just freaky shit THANK YOU!!!!! YOUR WRITING IS FUCKING AMAZING

OMFG, Thank you so much! I’m glad people like my dirty mind and writing style. 😘

peep show (a requested duff mckagan story)

While visiting the red-light district in amsterdam, duff gets dragged into a wild x-rated experience.

warnings: very heavy smut including: exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of toys, pain!kink pet!play, choking!kink, mommy!kink. reader just gets off on duff’s sexy body. language including sexual language. heavy fem!slash, mild drug use and drug hallucination.

a/n: hi anon, I tried to make this one as dirty as possible. I hope you like it, I’m nervous for this one. 🥺

mdni

Summer 1988 - Amsterdam (10pm local time)

It was the middle of Guns N’ Roses appetite for destruction tour in Europe. The band was taking a few days off and checking out the night-life. Duff was currently in a cafe, having lost track of his bandmates. He was offered a pill to take with his coffee, too curious for his own good he took the pill without asking any questions. It only took a few minutes for the medicine to do its magic and suddenly Duff was on an LSD trip. He saw a powerful light which caused him to leave the cafe in order to get rid of the uneasy feeling. Not realizing where he was going, he ended up in the infamous red-light district.

Duff was in shock as he saw half dressed men and women walking very openly in the streets, literally dragging people into the pornographic shows. He came up to an open window which showed every sex act known to human nature. He got up close as he watched two naked women swap spit with each other, a chill going down his spine.

One of the women noticed him and kissed him through the window egging him on to join her. Duff was curious but curiosity killed the cat as he joined her in the fun.

Meanwhile, you were watching Duff from the open door of the sex-house wondering why the small little lost kitten was being a bad boy. You are naked with a clear shall wrapped around your oily body. You walk towards the two women who are playing with your pet. You grab a collar and a leash that was on a table and once you get close enough to Duff, you step outside from an opening on the side of the window.

You lightly put your hand on Duff’s chest which started to feel wet from his sweat after taking the pill. Taking his shirt in your hands, you grab it and rip it open hearing him moan for you. You whisper dirty words in his ear which causes him to lay his head on your shoulder, a perfect way to give your kitten the collar he deserves.

When Duff feels the collar around his neck his eyes go wide in shock. You push him to his knees and proceed to walk him like an obedient pet. Duff walks on his hands and knees, whimpering from pain. He feels his cum drip out of his dick seeming to be turned on by the whole experience. He couldn’t wait to rail you until you are screaming in ecstasy.

You walk him into the building and sit on a chair, encouraging Duff to sit in your lap. He grinds into your pussy and you moan while closing your eyes. You want to feel him close to you but you get sidetracked when he licks your lips, you can’t help but moan at the whole situation. You start to heavily make-out with him, your eyes are in shock as he begins to suck on your tongue. Feeling yourself get hot, you push him down on the floor in front of you. He slowly starts to lick your pussy feeling you dripping for him makes him even more excited.

You can’t help but blush, he keeps licking and sucking your pussy that you shout as you squirt in his face. Some of the liquid ending up in his mouth, you praise him at how well he behaved. You pull Duff into your arms and kiss him, sticking your tongue down his throat. Feeling your nipples go hard, Duff starts to suck on your chest while dry humping you. You watch as sweat starts to drip on his body. You can’t help but lick his sweet water, a moan getting lost in your throat.

Your hand finds a vibrator as you kiss Duff passionately, rubbing it on his dick as the other half rubs your pussy. You can feel Duff straining to speak, you hear him moan “mommy” like a religious mantra as the vibrator slips from your wetness and falls to the ground.

“That’s right baby, keep going. I know you want me.” You reply with lust in your eyes.

You smile as you literally feel like you own him.

Duff sees a toy dick on the table next to you, as you can’t help but rub against his body while feeling like a whore. He smiles wickedly as he takes it in his hands and starts fucking you with it. Loving hearing you moan like a porn star made him even more wild for you. He drops the toy and lets go of you to undress himself, sitting back in your lap. He begins to rail you until your a screaming mess. Duff laughs as he lightly puts his hand around your neck to get a rise out of you. To his surprise, you roll your eyes back and lean your head over the chair, moaning. Your voice gets the attention of the two women from earlier, one of the women smiles as she was the one that got you to join the sex house. She’s so proud of you, she walks up behind your chair where you are leaned back as kisses you while your head is upside down. Covering Duff’s hand around your neck with her own. When she takes your tongue in her mouth you orgasm so hard you see stars.

You kiss Duff with so much passion you feel a pain in your heart that you have to let him go. After Duff gets dress, you kiss him one last time, sneaking a note in his pocket as he leaves the wild world behind.

the end

[sarasade]

When I see those "Fujos/fangirls only care about m/m, dudeslash, BL and ignore women" -takes it feels completely alien to me and seems like a total misunderstanding of Slash fanculture.

Someone clearly hasn't witnessed the intense lesbo pining between female(*) Naruto and Sasuke cosplayers who LARP their fave ship at a local con.

Earth-shatteringly fierce homoerotism between slash fiction fans is the corner stone of shipping culture. Always has been.

[xo-myloves]

Hiii I never requested something so I don't really know how this goes but I LOVE your writing

Can you write something with current slash like reader is friends with londen and they are having a sleepover but reader couldn't sleep so see went downstairs and slash was there and then smut

English is not my first language so I hope its readable

Sorry this took so fucking long, I was just not motivated to write but I’m back and better than fucking ever!!

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“Hey you’re cool”

“Hey you’re cool”

That’s how me and London became friends, quite simple right?

Me and him and ride or die, he was my best friend, I’m his, he means the world to me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck his dad…..

You have to let me explain, his father is the guitar player of Guns N’ Roses, his dad is fucking slash.

Fucking slash.

Going over to his house was always the worst, I acted like a love sick puppy, seeing his father was always emotional, in many ways, he was so easy to talk to, if it was about music, movies, snakes, boys, anything, he was always there for me if I needed to talk about anything.

In a different way though, if I talked about another man, he’d get jealous? Like saying if they fuck with me, he will fuck them up, or get someone to do it, (probably axl) needless to say, he cared about me, in what kinda way? We’ll never know…… well that’s so I thought.

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“Oh shut the fuck up and get me a rootbeer” came from London, we were laughing are asses off, making stupid jokes, high as shit.

We stole some weed from middle schoolers, they don’t need it anyway… right? Meh, I don’t fucking care.

“Fine you dickhead, just don’t fall fucking asleep.” I huffed out, flicking him off as I left his room, him blowing a kiss back, rolling my eyes at his annoying ass.

As I walked down the stairs and stumbling to the kitchen, trying not to fall on my ass, god we smoked so much. My head was spinning, my legs felt like noodles, my eyes were blood shot as all hell, Jesus I looked like a mess.

As I was rumbling through the cabinets, I heard slight footsteps, I didn’t see shit, so I was shitting my pants, the fridge light was too dark to see anything, I grabbed my pocket in hopes my phone would be inside.

Fuck.

I couldn’t call out, I didn’t want to wake anyone up in the house, and neither did the human in front of me, before I knew it, I felt a hand on my mouth, it was very soft, too soft.

“Hey it’s me, don’t freak out.. just come with me.”

I heard slash’s voice, I immediately went to ease and let him grab my hand and take me to his desire destination, he didn’t walk to fast or slow, just enough to get me to his room quickly.

“What’s up? Did I do something? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud.” I immediately started apologizing and hoping I didn’t wake him, or that he’d be mad I was high out of my mind.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything sweetheart.” He cooed me, bringing me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head, resting his chin on it, having me utterly terrified and confused, but just wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I just… you l-looked so gorgeous today..” he spoke softly into my ear, my cheeks immediately light up, letting out a little giggle, as he traced little circles with his nails on my lower back.

“Heh… thank youuu…” I dragged out the “you” longer than you normally would, loving how sweet he was being.

“I’ll let you go if you tell me the truth.” He spoke randomly, my gut dropped, was he going to ask if I liked him? It was fucking obvious, I bet even London knew, I hope he doesn’t…

“W-what is it..” I spoke in a worried tone, releasing from the hug softly to look up at him, “are you high?” He chuckled softly, looking down at me with his big brownish black eyes. Making me even giggled.

Thank god.

“Yeah… I am.” I shyly spoke, covering my face in his chest, he rubbed the back of my head, laughing softly with me, “hmmm so what does this mean? That you aren’t the good girl you always try to seem to be? Always sucking up to me?” He spoke out in a playful tone, those words weren’t meant to be dirty but fuck my mind could only go there.

“Hmmm I could be your good girl..” I spoke abundantly, it was so fucking random and stupid, why would I say that, I realized what I said after I spoke, making me gasp and cover my mouth, my eyes widing.

“Is that so? Didn’t know you were dirty as well… I should’ve know you’ve always had a thing for me.”he teased me, putting one of his fingers on my chin making me look up at him, more sucked into his eyes this time.

“Please.” Those were the only words that could leave my mouth, and that’s all I needed to say, slash got the message, before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue exploring mine, every square inch.

“Fuck ive always wanted this.” Slash grunted into the kiss, that immediately went to my pussy, making her pulse, one of his hands going to my breast making me even more weak for him.

“Facefuck me.” I blurted out, leaving the kiss for the moment, his eyes widening at my statement, “you sure honey?” He spoke in such a sweet manner, I can’t with him, he is such a sweetheart.

I nodded my head right away, immediately going to my knees in front of him, wanting him to use me, wanting to be all his. “I’m not going to hurt you, get up, I want YOU to feel good.” He spoke, pushing me up by my shoulder, pushing me to the bed softly.

Striping my pajamas pants softly, leaving me in my black thong, his eyes were locked onto my pussy, I felt like he could see it pulsing, he wrapped his finger around the thing fabric, exposing my clit to the cool air, his lips parted at the sight.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” He spoke as I laid on my back, with his hands on my knee caps, letting him spread me open, his calloused finger tip glazing over my wet throbbing clit, making me gasp softly.

“Slash” I moaned out softly, my eyes locked into his big poofy hair, as he touched me, before I knew it, he slipped his THICK long fingers into my wet core.

“Does that feel good honey? Because we gotta hurry up, London might hear you, didn’t think you’d be so fucking loud.” He giggled softly, acting like he wasn’t fingering the shit out of me, making my thighs twitch, it’s like he knew my body, it was amazing, he knew where to hit and flick everytime I needed it.

“Shit slash.” I moaned, ready for my climax to release all over his hands, he knew it was coming, he went faster, rubbing my clit with his thumb and three fingers fucking me like not tomorrow, before I knew it I left with a wet white coat all over him, with moans and an eyes roll.

“Was that good doll?” He spoke softly, licking my release off his fingers. Fuck he’s so hot.

“Y-yes it was amazing..” I spoke softly, picking up my panties off the floor and my pj pants, looking up at him.

“We can do that again, I’ll text you when London goes out, I don’t wanna ruin what you guys have.”

Hmm maybe that could be a plan….

[katuschka]

Out On The Tiles – Prologue

Jake Kiszka x Chris Turpin Josh Kiszka x Chris Turpin

Yaaay, my first AU! Welcome to the 70s rock&roll hell, baby...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings – this story will contain: substance abuse, infidelity, debauchery, same sex smut, hetero smut, rough sex, and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings

Special thanks to: @thewritingbeforesunrise and her genius, twisted mind that helped me form this story in my own sick brain.

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I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you All I need from you is all your love All you got to give to me is all your love

Prologue

1994 was an eventful year for the Kiszka twins. After years of unsuccessful attempts to launch respectful solo projects they could build upon after the infamous breakup of their band, they had been finally labelled as “has-beens of rock” when grunge hit the mainstream, only to rise up again like a phoenix from the dust of their once stellar career. 

Josh and Jake, THE ultimate enfants terrible of the 70s rock&roll music scene. Angel-faced devils, as they were called. 

It was no longer true, but it kept haunting them anyway. How could it not.

Born to free-thinking parents who never made it to Frisco with the other beatniks, but instead decided to “settle down” in a small town in Michigan after their mother became pregnant, they were raised – together with their younger brother Samuel – in what you could call a “respectful neighborhood”. But everything was different behind the closed doors, as their parents never grew out of love for art, music and literature. 

Their mother was not only a wonderful and respected teacher, but she could also bake devilishly good sweet treats, so the neighbors somehow “tolerated” the fact that she often indulged in painting “weird pictures.” 

Their father played the piano in church on Sundays, while their own house was filled with the sound of delta blues, bebop and rockabilly on Friday nights. 

Even as young kids, they never had to hide their passion for the new music made by Elvis and Chuck and Little Richard. In fact, their father encouraged it, together with their attempts to learn how to play and write their own stuff. Their longing to create was inextinguishable, partly inherited and wholeheartedly shared, so by mid sixties, they were already in a band. Their band, which they founded together with Sam’s friend, a talented percussionist from the school orchestra. And a cool kid, too. 

After the wave of new British bands hit the US coast like a tsunami, invading the music scene as well as their own ears, they finally found their own sound and everything snowballed pretty quickly during 1968 and 1969. They got signed, they hit the road and their career literally exploded! Air Javelin were on their way to become one of the most influential bands in rock&roll history. 

Fast forward back to 1994, they now found themselves sitting next to David Letterman, eager and ready to discuss their new mutual music project. 

It was good. In fact, it was great, already receiving many well-deserved accolades and praises from the very same people and magazines who used to shit on their music more than two decades ago. 

The only problem being that they were probably the only people who were eager and ready to discuss it at the moment. 

Josh’s recent coming-out was already old news and the questions that focused on that grew stale pretty quickly. It was the 90s after all, and things were getting better slowly but steadily. If anything, it made the message he managed to lace their new music with even more acute and sharp. The first single was a huge success not only among their old fans; it hit the charts with nearly the same force their old hits once did. 

Unfortunately, two weeks after the long-awaited release of the whole album, a book appeared on shelves of bookstores all across the country, and turned into a sensation almost overnight. 

Written by their former road manager Robert Mole, it was packed with juicy and scandalous stories from their heyday. The timing was deliberate. Robert just wanted a piece of the freshly baked cake, and so did the publisher. 

A lot of it had already been somewhat known, and perceived as public secrets for years and years. People may not have known all the details Robert decided to disclose, but it shocked no one. Those were the stories and anecdotes from a long-gone era. EVERYONE was already familiar with the infamous octopus story anyway, even though no one knew what really happened that day. That was the beauty of it. And as Jake already said in another interview, Robert had spent most of those days either drunk or high, often both, so a lot of the shit mentioned in that book was simply made up or blown out of proportion.

So, when Letterman asked about the contents of the book again, Jake replied nonchalantly: “Let’s put it this way, David. I can’t remember half of it, and neither can he!”

The audience laughed, but the host did not give up. 

There was one more story, one that they had managed to keep hidden, but which kept haunting them because it was extremely and painfully personal. Like a cold sore, it would never go away. It was also the reason why Sam still refused to speak with either of them.

They used to like Robert; he was once regarded and treated almost as a sixth member of the group. However, the fact that he decided to include this in the book turned him into an unscrupulous piece of shit in their eyes. 

Back in the day, when their heads were so big it was a wonder that they didn’t float above their shared stage, they thought no one could possibly push them out of their pedestal. But new bands appeared, some of them equally good. Bands such as the British wonder Mellow Yellow, with their charismatic, blonde frontman…

“Alright, alright,” Letterman raised his voice before the applause died down completely. “But I’m sure EVERYONE wants to know the truth behind those accusations that the real reason why Air Javelin split up was the affair you BOTH had with the late Chris Turpin.”

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[kryptonbabe]

Today is TOS Amok Time's 57th anniversary, officially Spirk Day so I'm honoring the date by reading a paper on how the ideas behind Kirk/Spock slash fanfiction articulate queer love in a way that makes it accessible to everyone, queer or not, and it is the most romantic paper I've read! Happy Spirk Day!

An excerpt of the text:

This paper argues that what the characters of Kirk and Spock represent is an archetypal pairing that transcends gender altogether. By reading K/S queerly and broadly, these gender distinctions become irrelevant. What matters are the characters themselves, and the unique qualities that make fan authors - straight, gay, indifferent - feel the need to pair them. Specifically, the Kirk/Spock pairing represents not a bonded pair, but a divided self. Sexuality, like the mindmeld, becomes a stand-in for the reunification spoken of in Aristophanes' tale of the Children of the Sun - two humans once whole separated and ever seeking their other half. The corporate caretakers of these characters have proven themselves, to a broad readership, unwilling to realize the "particular style of the 23rd century" as one in which queer love is acceptable love. And so, for close to forty years, an active and activist readership has been doing it for them through the creation of an aberrant folklore that they believe adheres more closely to the spirit of the narrative's utopian origins. It has fallen upon the fan to become creator, the reader to become the author, and the author to become active in the reuniting of this divided self.

From The Final Frontier Is Queer: Aberrancy, Archetype and Audience Generated Folklore in K/S Slashfiction (2005) by P. J. Falzone on @jstor

[spirk-trek]

Contact Fanzine #6 | Merle Decker, 1979 These pieces were drawn for Home is the Hunter by Bev Volker, which can be read here in PDF format (beginning p. 214)

[thesmokingguns]

A very Elvish Christmas ft Guns N Roses

“We’re dressing up for elves to promote this Christmas song for charity. Do you understand?” Axl looked around at his band.

“I don’t get why you get to be Santa.” grumbled Slash. His girlfriend smacked him and he huffed out another sound.

Axl ignored him as he looked at everyone else. 

Everyone was coupled up and the girlfriends all were nodding their heads like they all seemed to be on board with this. As long as the women were running the show what could really go wrong?

He was about to eat his words.

—-

Theresa was stuffing more fluff into his suit in the backstage area. They were the first to arrive, which was trouble enough because he knew how much Sasha hated being late to things. Usually Duff and here were an hour early for an event. 

Sure, Axl was the one in charge of this but he still had expected her to beat him here.

He turned once the stuffing was done, looking in the mirror to check his appearance. Theresa was beside him with her white blonde hair in a bun since she was playing the Mrs. Claus to his Mr. 

His eyes caught hers in the mirror until he saw them. 

A scream ripped from his throat as he saw Duff in a tight red body suit with white trimming, his hands in white mittens and a dead smirk on his face from where he sat on the shelf next to his girlfriend. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?” He turned, wondering how much the two of them had seen. 

He had changed in there. Had been on his knees pleasing his girlfriend in this room? Had they just been on the shelf the entire time?

“We’re elves on the shelf. You said that we had to be in character!” Axl rubbed his forehead as Duff jumped down, reaching up to help his girlfriend on the shelf they had somehow had been balancing on together.

At least they were in costume. That was a small miracle. He had been terrified that they would show up without something on and osm excuse about forgetting about it.

Slash walked in, brown leather pants and a poncho covered in leaves. His ears were pointed and he had a few braids through his curly hair with leather string and beads. A satchel was by his side and an ax in his hand. His girlfriend Sofia was beside him with a long green cape and a leather suit of armour underneath it. A crown of leaves  was on her head with a long sword in her hand. 

The pair looked at everyone confused. 

“What the fuck are you two?” Axl was mortified.

This was a childrens event and they had weapons. 

“Oh my god! Are you the character you created for our DnD campaign?” She squealed in excitement. 

Axl was even more mortified by this. They all played DnD together a few times a week but he didn’t know that they were taking it this seriously that they actually had outfits made for the characters for it. 

This was going to hell. 

“We’re elves. You didn’t say which kind.” Slash smirked because he knew exactly what he had done.

Axl rubbed his temples, teh migraine settling there. 

“Sorry we’re late.” Lily walked in with a tray of cookies and Steven smiling behind her. 

Theresa grabbed a cookie for herself and Sophia. Both the girls nibbling on them as Axl fought off the stroke that he was surely going to have dealing with his band. 

They were supposed to be Christmas elves. 

Sure Duff and Sasha had dressed as the creepiest version possible but at least they were somewhat Christmas elves. What was he supposed to do with a set of DnD elves and now he fucking Keebler elves?

“Oh dear, did you mean for us to dress like Christmas elves?” Steven asked as he sat down on the couch, avoiding the weapons that were laying there. He wasn’t allowed near sharp objects without a trusted adult.

“Did I mean Christmas elves at the fucking Christmas event?” Axl swore as he turned around, needing a drink. How the hell had he managed to get stuck with a band full of idiots? Why were they doing this to torture him. 

“Nai lye hiruva airea amanar!” Aya greeted in elvish as she walked in dressed like Galadriel with Izzy beside her dressed like Celebron.

Everyone looked from the last couple to Axl, who stared in horror at what he was seeing.

His eyes blinked several times like his brain wasn’t computing what was happening around him. How this elf mutiny had started and how he now had to figure out how to save the party that they were attending. 

“Christmas. Elves. All you had to do was dress like - don’t even speak.” he motioned to where Duff and Sasha were standing. They shoved more keebler cookies into their mouths, “How hard was it to dress like christmas elves?” He looked at them like they had all done this on purpose to fuck with him. 

Which they had sort of done but also it wasn’t their fault that he hadn’t said Christmas elves. 

“Axl, have a cookie. Your blood sugar is porbably low, dear.” Theresa forced a cookie in his mouth as he grumbled, “Everyone’s costumes look great. We’re going to go out there and take pictures and meet with everyone and it’s going to be fine. And next time Axl will learn from this and realize that he made a mistake being so vague.” HIs eyes bulged at her accusing him of being at fault here when it was clear that it was everyone sle that was going against him, 

Axl opened his mouth but Steven thought that it was a game and used it as an opportunity to shove a cookie in his mouth.

“We accept your apology, Axl.” Aya said, her dress dragging as she moved to take a cookie. 

They seemed to be a never ending supply of them.

“Now lets party.”

[necromaniackat]

Listen, I dunno if it’s like gaydar but as a bottom I recognize that our stinky wall boi is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom. Can we all agree on that???

[duffslut]

Teach you a lesson

Modern! Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 613

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

Axl held you by the neck while making you take steps back without even knowing which direction you were going, it was only when you felt your head hit the wall that he finally stopped, his blue eyes stared at you with anger and desire at the same time, you knew you had disobeyed him, but you didn't imagine he would find out so quickly.

- You're a fucking whore. - He said in his frighteningly thick voice, without taking his hands off your neck, you started to run out of air.

A tear ran down your cheeks.

- Don't you dare fucking cry in front of me! - You held back your tears and felt Axl's hand roughly lift your skirt and go down inside your panties.

Of course you were wet, the more badly Axl treated you, the more horny you felt for him, and that made him even angrier.

- Tell me you slut... - Axl started saying as he shoved 2 fingers inside your pussy. - Who does this wet pussy belong to?

- To you baby. - You tried to caress his face but he grabbed your hand before you could touch him.

- To me? - He asked. - So tell me Y/n, why were you talking to someone I said you shouldn't talk to? Am I not man enough for you? - He screamed.

Axl turned your body backwards from him, facing the wall, and arched your back so that your ass was sticking up for him, you groaned in pain as he gave your ass the first slap, burning your skin, he didn't stop, the thick rings between his fingers made your skin hurt even more.

You could feel your pussy literally dripping wet as Axl slapped you, your face on the wall was soaked with tears, you couldn't take the teasing anymore, you wanted him to fuck the shit out of you. Axl put one finger in your mouth, and you sucked on it like you were sucking his cock, and once it was wet enough, he shoved it in your ass.

- Take it like a good girl. - He whispered repeatedly while fingering your asshole.

You could tell when even he couldn't take it anymore, his dick was almost bursting through his pants.

- Let me help you daddy. - You said when Axl finally allowed you to turn around and kneel in front of him.

He remained standing, holding your head as you unzipped his pants, you looked up for permission, but what Axl did was spit on his own dick right before he buried your head in, already making you choke, shoving his cock deep in your throat, you covered yourself in the pre-cum that was constantly leaking from his dick, licking all over its width and down to his balls, sucking them while using your hands to masturbate him. You reached your hand down to his nipple piercing, playing with it as you started to move your mouth up to his belly button, and then continued up until you reached his pecs, you kissed every inch of his skin, and nibbled on his nipple where the piercing dangled, which made him grunt. You guided Axl to the couch and sat down in front of him, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other was in your mouth.

- Please fuck me daddy! - You asked and Axl came closer, finally placing his cock against your pussy, but without fucking you yet, only masturbating himself.

You rolled your eyes and smiled when he finally started to push inside you, but your smile soon disappeared when you felt the warm liquid inside you.

- You didn't deserve it today, finish it yourself and clean up this fucking mess.