#omg slash

[xo-myloves]

You up for angst w/ slash?? Like y/n finding out somewhere she was cheated on by slash (a call from a friend or magazine idk) and he comes back from tour and they have an ugly breakup and they say mean things to eachother that they dont mean 😮‍💨😮‍💨

OMFG I LOVE THIS, 😋😋

𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙺𝙴

i've been waiting for slash to come home from tour for months now, he is on tour around the world for the “use your illusion” album, I could tell he was drained, every time we would call, it would either be short or just boring.

I missed him so much, I just wish he would at least have one day off when he was in America, but he wasn’t going to be in California for another two weeks, and I need him.

So fucking bad.

I had that feeling a few times, where all I wanted was his touch, and my hands weren’t doing it, not even toys, I thought about calling slash a few times, but I just never did because the different time zones would always be way off.

But it was still early in the day, and he was in Lithuania at the moment, and it’s a ten hour difference, and it was two in the morning for him, and I was horny so I fucking called him.

“Slash?” I called him on my phone that was beside my bed, it rung a few times before I heard the dial tone make a “click” sound, I heard a few mumbles before I spoke again.

“Were you sleeping?” I spoke into the phone that was full of mumbles, “yeah I was, is everything okay?” He kinda seemed a bit upset, but he was still being sweet.

“Slash I need you.” I blurted out, and I swear I could feel a smirk come onto his face, and I could hear him waking up more. “Hmm what do you need hun?” He spoke into a cocky tone.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, I knew I sound desperate but he’s my man and I need him, that shouldn’t be a fucking issue.

“Slash, I need you, your voice..” I spoke into a lower tone, almost a whisper.

“What, I’m talking right now?” He kept up this cocky act, making me want to punch him through the phone, “slash, I’m begging you.” I whined to him, kicking my feet under my blanket.

“what, you want me to tell you that I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna cum all over my cock, more than once, and again after that, using you like you’re my doll?”

His words hit me like a fucking truck.

I felt my heat starting to pool down my legs, I let out a soft gasp as he spoke, they I began to quite literally rip my underwear off of my being, I heard little slight chuckles from his side of his receiver.

“Keep talking slash, please baby.” I said in an almost moaning way, my hand immediately went to my clit and envisioned it was him, rolling my eyes back slightly.

“So pathetic you are, touching yourself just to my voice, how cute.” He gritted through his teeth, little did I know, he was stroking his member as well, I just moaned into the phone, my hand going faster in my numb.

“fucking Christ slash.” I mumbled under my breath, barely being able to form words, I heard him groan on the other line. “Keep doing that love.” He whined softly, I could tell his cocky persona was drifting away.

I began moaning louder as my hand went faster with bigger circles, I could start hearing his hands pumping himself faster, having his balls slap against his hand.

Hearing him was only making my high closer and his little grunts and whimpers were heavily, he was always so vocal.

“I can’t wait to fuck you like my little slut again baby.” He moaned before climaxing all over his hand, my release was followed by his, after a few more circles, having my sweet release all over my hand, leaving my legs shaking.

“I miss you baby, sorry for the late call.” I breathed out, I heard him chuckling, “don’t be sorry, you just made my night.” I felt myself smiling, knowing I could have my man finally in a few weeks…..

�� 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

I was sitting at home, still remembering the night I had with my beautiful curly haired boyfriend, I couldn’t even put it in words how much I missed him, how much I needed him, after that night I just had so many memories of us together and all the dates we’ve had.

He’s always been a good man to me, always taking care of me when I need, and I took care of him, if he was ever going through withdrawals I would be there.

I hated seeing him like that, it broke my heart, he seemed to care about me and love me as well.

Well I hope he does at least, normally I’m not with him on tour, but duff would give me updates if he was fucking up, in any way, if it was with drugs or getting too close to women, which rarely happened.

I was watching a “The Shinning” while sitting on the couch that was shared with slash and myself, before hearing my house phone going off, I looked over dreading to get up from my comfortable position.

But when I finally made my way to the phone, I leaned against the wall that the phone was on and picking it up, to only find out it was Mr duff mckagan!!

I loved talking to duff, me and him have been best friends since childhood, and he would do anything for me and tell me anything……

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚢/𝚗

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝..

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎...

My heart sank as duff spoke, I almost dropped the phone, I didn’t know if I wanted to cry, hurt him, be mad, be forgiving, definitely not that, I had a million thoughts in my head in this moment, I need him home right now, I need him to explain,or at least why he would do that.

I almost forgot that duff was on the phone, I finally snapped out of my thoughts, with hearing him speak into the phone a few times.

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚞𝚑-, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

𝚍𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗....

I took in his words, wanting to cry even more now, I felt pools form in the corners of my eyes, I just wanted to hurt someone, and know why the fuck he would do this to me.

After fucking everything I did for that prick.

after talking to duff for a few more minutes, not trying to lash out on him. He was trying to calm me down for the most part, which was sweet of him.

He told me that shouldn’t freak out on him yet, at least wait till he gets home. Which is exactly what I’m going to do.

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

it’s finally the day slash is coming home, I was sitting in the couch, sitting in my pajamas still, my blood was boiling, my face was hot, I genuinely wanted to hurt him, degrade him, anything possible.

I heard a loud sounds coming from the door, keys dinging, my head peaked up, seeing a huge curly mess walking through the door.

“Hey babe, I’m home.” Slash spoke in a happy tone, he immediately came to the couch, sitting with me, hugging my waist, I didn’t hug him back.

He frowned his eyes brows, with a pouted lip, “what’s wrong, I thought you missed me?” She tilted his head, trying to read my emotion in this moment.

“Wanna know what’s wrong?” I gritted through my teeth in a harsh tone. He hummed in response wanting to see what’s wrong. I felt myself getting more angry, I hated when he played dumb.

“Maybe because you fucked another bitch!” I pushed him out of my way, getting off of the couch, he immediately stood up, already defending himself.

“What’s the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t sleep with anyone, who told you this?!” He looked at me with a worried look, I didn’t believe one second of his bullshit.

“Duff fucking told me, that he saw you in bed, with another woman!” I spat in his face, my words hit him like a truck. His eyes went black.

“You’re believing a fucking alcoholic?! He was probably saying that so he could fuck you!” He argued with me, I wanted to fucking slap him right then and there.

“YOUR JUST FUCKING MAD BECAUSE YOU GOT CAUGHT!” I yelled at him, throwing my hands in the air, he got closer to me, speaking in a lower tone.

“I’m not fucking mad, I’m confused why you aren’t believing you’re boyfriend who is telling you I didn’t fucking sleep with anyone, I bet you fucking did, I bet you fucked duff, that’s all you are, just a fucking WHORE!” He made the last part of sentence louder than any other word. His words cut me like a razor.

Why would he say such a thing, calling me a “whore”? He never got nasty with me, especially like this….

“I didn’t sleep with duff, but YOU slept with some bitch, I’d rather you just FUCKING TELL ME.” I yelled in his face once again.

“Okay, whatever you say, but don’t fucking call me when you need more dick slut!” He yelled in my face, before grabbing his bag and leaving the house again, and slamming the door.

All I wanted to do was cry, his words were honestly so fucking hurtful.

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Slash didn’t mean a damn word he said, he just didn’t know what else to say, he was angry, he loved her with his whole heart, he just wanted to come home and love on his girlfriend, he knew duff always had a thing for y/n, he was always trying to steal her from slash.

He knew duff was lying.

Now he lost the only girl he has ever loved…

[vinestaff]

rain or shine i'm by your side so why won't you look my way

[birdiepfft]

"He is officially, by all measures and definitions, BEATING STARSCREAM'S ASS." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[rocknrolldecadence]

something angsty into fluff or angsty smut with slash please, ur writing is so amazingggg

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whisky and girls

you catch slash cheating, and he tries to make it up to you

warnings: angst, smut

a/n: i hope you like this!!! first time not writing for izzy 😛😛 thank you btw!! and hope the smuts ok, this is my first time writing fully fleshed out smut so i hope it isn’t awkward or anything 😣 ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 😇😇😇😇

“okay baby. i’ll see you later on. love you.” you said, hanging up the phone. your boyfriend slash had called you, letting you know that he wouldn’t be home til later since he was working on music with his bandmates. typically when he said that, he wasn’t back til at least one in the morning. with that in mind, you decided you go out to a bar with your friends.

it was already quite late; half nine on a saturday night. you started getting ready, excited to meet up with your friends. you did your makeup and then your hair. picking out an outfit was hard, but you eventually settled on something you hadn’t worn in a while. you slipped into your heels and made sure you looked good in the mirror before you headed out the door. it was pitch black by now, but the bar you and your friends had agreed to meet at wasn’t too far from you and slash’s shared apartment, so you were okay walking.

the cold air hit you, but you carried on. los angeles was lit up by the many street lights and neon signs. it was beautiful. you got to the bar pretty quickly. you went inside and ordered yourself your favourite drink, looking around for your friends. you couldn’t see them. they probably just weren’t here yet, which was understandable since you lived the closest. but something else caught your eye.

tucked away in a dark corner of the bar was all five members of guns n roses. steven, izzy, axl, duff and your boyfriend, slash. your boyfriend slash, who had a girl on his arm. your heart *sank.* what the fuck? he had said he was writing music with the boys.

the shock made you drop your drink, and it fell to the floor with a loud crash, glass shattering. the noise made everyone’s head turn, and slash locked eyes with you. you stood staring at him for a few seconds before bolting out the door. you began to walk home, tears flooding your eyes. as you were about halfway there, you heard your name be called.

there was slash, although he was a good bit down the pathway, shouting your name. he was drunk, and you could tell it from the way his speech was slurred. you turned back around, quickening your pace as best you could in your heels. he continued to call after you as you made your way back to the apartment.

you burst in through the door and went straight to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of the strongest whisky you owned. slash came in shortly afterwards, stumbling into the kitchen.

“baby, i-” he started, before you cut him off.

“i don’t wanna fucking hear it. get the fuck out of here.” you spat.

slash stumbled towards you, clearly plastered. you downed the last of the your whisky and went to get yourself some more. but not before slash wrapped his arms around your waist, a drunken effort to redeem himself. he babbled into your back about how he was “so sorry” and that he’ll “never do something like that again”. of course, you weren’t having it. you pulled yourself away from him and poured another glass for yourself. it was lukewarm and neat, but you didn’t care. the anger you felt neutralised the bitter taste of the alcohol. fuck your low tolerance.

“baby… i’m so- i’m so sorry… lemme make it up to you.” your boyfriend said through hiccups.

“and how will you do that?” you snapped.

“lemme… make you feel good. please…” slash said, stumbling over his words. he was so drunk. but you were too, with the effects of the whisky starting to run its course.

you sighed, and slash took this as a yes. he walked over to you, hands roaming up and down your body as he started to kiss you. hard. you kissed him back, albeit with reluctance, but the whisky made you do what sober you would never. the kiss got more and more intense, til eventually you were making out.

things escalated, and soon enough you were laying on your bed with slash in between your thighs. he always ate you out roughly, but it was different this time. he was faster. he went harder. it felt good, but you knew he was trying to prove something. you cried out his name as your orgasm came crashing down on you, gripping your fingers in his curly hair.

“oh my god…” you moaned, panting for air. you felt guilty towards yourself for enjoying this as much as you did. even though slash was doing this as an apology, you felt like you were disrespecting yourself.

“i’m not… i’m not done yet.” he said, making eye contact with you as he lifted his head. you saw the shine of your cum around his mouth, caught by the minimal light of the moon. he tried to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but in his drunken state he could only smear it around even more. god, that was hot. you hated to think it, but it was.

slash’s shirt had already been tossed to a corner of the room, along with your clothes and underwear. he began to unbuckle his belt, and you closed your eyes in anticipation of what was gonna happen next. with no warning, he shoved his dick inside you. you moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. no matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get used to his size.

his thrusts were haphazard and lacked power compared to how he ate you out, but you let him continue. it was evident he hasn’t sobered up yet. you had started to.

slash saw the dissatisfied look on your face and sped up. hard. in a matter of seconds, he went from a slow, boring pace to fucking your brains out. he was tired no doubt, but the way he drilled into you, you’d think it was his last day alive. moans and groans filled the room as he thrust into you over and over, not stopping at all.

“god- fuck! slash!” was all you could get out. you hated that you loved this. the incident at the bar was still in the back of your mind, and it was clear that your boyfriend was trying to fuck the thought out of you.

quickly enough, you both came. slash fell down beside you on the bed, eyes half-lidded. you looked over at him. regret hit you like a truck. sure, it had felt so good when it was happening, but now that it was done, you wished you hadn’t. should you break up with him? for your dignity’s sake?

“did it… feel good?” slash asked, already half asleep. you looked up at the ceiling. “yeah. sure.” was all you could say in reply.

slowly you got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. cleaning yourself off, you thought about everything. the bar. the sex. was it worth it even being with him anymore? he wasn’t around most of the time. he was either oracticing, getting high or writing. ‘writing’. you thought about how many times he came home too late. how many times you swore you could smell cheap perfume off of him.

the dots connected in your mind and you started to cry. a small part of you hoped that slash would hear you, come in and comfort you. but he didn’t. you stayed alone in the bathroom, sobbing til you couldn’t anymore. finally, when you were ready, you went back into the bedroom. you were expecting slash to be angry. to get pissed at you for crying. but when you went in, all you found was him sleeping. he hasn’t even bothered to actually get in the bed. he was just laying on top of the sheets, the exact same way you had left him.

that was it for you. the way he slept, so careless. he couldn’t give a fuck about you, really. you scoffed.

guided by the dim light of the moon, you shoved all of slash’s belongings in a bag. you walked out of the bedroom quietly, grabbing a spare blanket as you made your way to the front door. you left his bag there and got set up to sleep on the sofa. you’d deal with this in the morning. you’d kick him out and tell him it was over. for your own sake.

[weezerlvr228]

he sings a gentle song

[robinratt]

Good omens au where they are both artists

Crowley makes very modern and abstracy art. He isnt happy with anything he makes and is constantly looking for change in his works. He pays the bills with winning prices and getting a place in art galaries.

Aziraphale make hyperrealistic art and while he happy with what he makes. (He paint portrets of rich people that pay a lot, he earns more then crowley this way) he is verry envyous of crowley because he know he will never be able to paint that freely

Crowleys loves aziraphales steadyness and thinks his work is impressive

Aziraphale loves how crowleys work is always something new and loves it even if crowley doesnt

When they meet crowley learns from aziraphale to love his work and that he doesnt need to invent something new every day

Aziraphale learns from crowley how to let go of the specific style he works in and paint freely

[darkwood-sleddog]

It’s only been a day but I already miss this lol.

[dreamaruu]

I love your DR art, so I'm very excited that you like TG as well!! Can you draw Tsukiyama?

The nepo baby himself 🌹

[mintypsii]

doodles from twt requests 😭

[gunsnrosesslut]

[xo-myloves]

Slash and Duffy!!💋🖤

[icecreamcake0]

I hate leonard

[sittinginthecorneralone]

No bro cus the attachment I have to Victoria Neuman… like bro i actually cried for hours on end after season 4 finale. Hid in my room the whole day and sobbed for a week straight. I fr don’t even know why 😔 I’ve never felt that way about a character before. NEVER cried for a character like that ever oh my days

I’m fr still in the denial stage of grief.. like I be sitting in my room or out in public and suddenly get hit with the thought ‘oh shit she’s dead’ tears in my eyes n everything only to forget n be hit with the same thought a week later.

She deadass needa come back I fear I can’t live like this it’s so gut wrenching

[axlsbaby]

they’re so cute together what the FUCK

[francy-sketches]

Does anyone know what movie I'm talking about please I need to know I didn't hallucinate it and NO it is NOT just like heaven if anyone tells me it's just like heaven I'm beating your ass that movie doesn't even fit the description bc the roles are reversed and yet everytime I try to look for it I get told it's just like heaven I KNOW it's not just like heaven stop trying to gaslight me -_-

Anyway can someone help me pretty please and thank you 🩷

[bananamaxpng]

lard