HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I LOVE YOUR BLOG SM IT JUST LOOKS SO PRETTY MWAAAAAAAAAH

I don't think it's incest if they're not blood siblings

siblings = incest

how would we feel abt ian malcolm/jeff goldblum characters fics ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ (send requests pls i beg)

so ive been sick... 😰

i start writing again now

does anyone else fw weekend at bernies ;-;

hello so im making a gc on snap for rock/metal fans and people should join msg me 😛

so based on my inbox im guessing you guys want more subby slash 🤔🤔🤔🤔

i have started writing again but i wont be taking part in kinktober this year cuz its alr the 13th n thats way too overwhelming

imagine kissing slash so much his lips get all sore and sensitive🥺❤️❤️

No literally

His lips are so pretty like so big and plush, his teeth are crooked and it's adorable (he's scared of the dentist).

Imagine just like crawling into bed with him and he's just clinging to you, kissing all over your face until you finally kiss him back and then he's done for.

He just keeps going, letting your tongue into his mouth, soft moans leaving him as he grinds against your leg and he sleeps naked so it's just skin on skin but he's so needy his tip is just all cute and blushing.

You'd be tired and so would he but he keeps chasing your lips every time you pull away, he just needs you so bad.

His hands would be all over you, especially your chest because it's Slash, and he's just all whiny.

Making out with Slash and his lips are red and bruised, you don't know where his other hand is but you have a feeling it has something to do with his cute little noises getting higher.

Making out with Slash🤤

plsss continue ur slaxl fic it’s so good

IM TRYING 😕

Idk if you're active or not but if you are could you do a slash x reader where reader has an ed and he tries to help

a/n: i hope this is ok cuz its kinda short ;-;

warnings: mentions of eating disorders

enjoy ★

Slash was embarrassed at how long it had taken him to realise. He was trying to get to your place as fast as he could, hoping he wasn't too late. Duff was the one who told him about how it had been a week since you ate.

He finally gets to your apartment, going straight for the hidden key. He didn't want to waste any time.

He walked into your apartment and stared at your body laying on the floor. "Fuck." He kneels down beside you. Still breathing. He sighs in relief and shakes you, "baby?" Your eyes flutter open, and he lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You blink up at him, not fully processing where you were yet, "hi," you smile sleepily.

Slash smiles sympathetically, "hey, sweetheart... you really scared me there, you know?" You frown, still confused, "why?" He sighs, "I found you in here, passed out on the floor... you fainted," he explains.

Slash gives you time to come back into reality. When you do, he lifts you onto the couch. "Why are you starving yourself, baby?" He grabs your hands. "I eat too much..." He stares at you, looking completely heartbroken. You were clearly underweight. Dangerously.

Slash shakes his head, "no, you aren't eating anything at all!" You frown. "I am- " He cuts you off, grabbing your wrist. "Baby, I can feel your bones... Take your sweater off."

You hesitate, then slowly take it off. Slash's face drops. "Oh, sweetheart..." He traces his fingers over your ribs, the ribs that could be very clearly seen. You tense up. "S-stop it..." Slash grabs your hands, kissing your forhead. "It's okay. I'm gonna help you, yeah?"

You look up at him, sniffling, "...r-really?"

He nods. And he kept his promise.

It took a few months for you to gain just a little weight. He ate every time you did so you wouldn't feel under pressure. If you were ever eating with the rest of the band, he told them to eat as much as they could.

The two of you were sitting in the Walnut House watching some documentary on snakes. It amazed you how much Slash loved snakes. What amazed you even more was how attached you'd grown to his snake, which was currently resting on top of both of your heads.

Your stomach growled and Slash looks down at you. "Darling?" You don't look up, "hmm?" He mutes the Tv, "time to start making dinner, yeah?"

You hesitate.

He looks down at you, "sweetheart? What is it?" You tear up, "I... can't..." He sighs, "one of those days, huh?" You nod, teary eyed. Slash thinks for a minute. You were the one who cooked, not because you were a woman, but because you enjoyed it, and Slash couldn't cook for shit. He was still hungry, but he knew it would be wrong to ask you to cook anyways.

"How about we order some takeout?" You frown. "Please?" Eventually, he convinces you and he orders food from your favourite take out place.

Half an hour later, your food comes. Slash takes it into the kitchen and puts it out on plates. He puts all of his onto one plate, but he purposely leaves a generous amount of yours still in the bag. He brings the plates into the living room and hands you one. "I'll eat at the same time as you, okay?"

You nod.

He holds his fork up, waiting for you. You hesitantly hold your fork up. Tears were streaming down your face. Slash moved when you did. You moved the fork closer and closer to your mouth until you finally put it in your mouth.

It was ugly. Without context it looked like he was forcing you. But you knew this was good for you.

You kept crying. But you felt supported. This was definitely going to be a long recovery. But knowing Slash would be there, doing everything he can, made it just a little easier. And you couldn't feel more grateful for that.

daddy 🎀

a/n: i sort of rushed this and idk if the smut is good or not...now that ive done a daddy slash fic. subby slash (aka biblically accurate slash) comes next 😈 enjoy ★

warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, age gap, overstim, praise, aftercare :3

You and London were friends. You were best friends, you knew each other because his dad, Slash, was best friends with your dad, Duff and you had been friends your whole lives. You and London hung out all the time, sometimes at your place with your sisters, Grace, and Mae, other times at his place where you would see Slash.

Slash would always welcome you into his home, and he would comfort you during the few times something made you upset around him. He took care of you. You couldn't deny your crush on Slash, but he was way older, so you tried your best to ignore it.

You were at London's, and you were both in his room watching a movie. This was quite a regular occurance. You would always plan to do something exciting, only to stay in eating take-out and watching movies.

Eventually, he started to get tired, so he turned it off and went to sleep.

Like always, he told you you could sleep in his bed with him or in the guest room. Neither of you minded which. You were both comfortable enough with each other that sharing a bed wasn't weird, and sometimes you both just preferred your own space, and neither of you were afraid to admit that.

Tonight, you were too lazy to go to the guest bedroom, but that became a problem when you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned for hours. So much London had to kick you.

At around 2am, you decided to get up and go downstairs, thinking Slash would be asleep. Even so, you still tried to be quiet going down. You got to the bottom and went towards the living room. The living room didn't have a door, but a doorframe that was maybe slightly bigger than two doors.

All the lights were out, the only light coming from a movie playing in the living room. Slash was awake. You panic internally and decide to turn back and go back upstairs, but Slash had already heard the floorboards creaking.

"Y/N?" He calls out quietly. You shuffle into the room nervously. He looks up at you, seeming unbothered, "what'cha doing up so late?" You mumble, "...couldn't sleep."

He doesn't reply. Instead, he just pats the seat beside him, silently inviting you to watch the rest of the movie with him. You sat down nervously, keeping a distance between you. You both sit silently for a while, just watching the movie. You had been moving slightly closer to him until your shoulders were touching. He noticed, but he didn't say anything at first. He just wrapped an arm around you.

You felt your face heat up. You looked up at him. His focus was on the movie.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of confidence. You didn't care that he was older. You didn't care that he was your best friends dad. You didn't care that he was your dads best friend. You wanted him. More than anything.

You get up from where you were sitting and sit on his lap, facing him. His hands immediately go to your waist. He looks up at you, "what'cha doing, princess?" You felt butterflies in your stomach. It took every ounce of courage in you to keep going and not break down crying from embarrassment.

"please..."

You barely mumble, but it was enough for Slash. His hand slid into your shorts, brushing against your clit through your panties. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly. He pulls your shorts and panties down. You lift your hips to help him get them off, and he throws them carelessly on the floor when he does. He spreads his legs slightly so youre sitting on his thigh.

You slowly start grinding against his thigh, digging your nails into his shoulders harder. His hands still on your waist help you grind harder against him. He thrusts his knee up in time with your grinds.

He watches as moans and whimpers spill out of you, "so pretty, just for me," he coos.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, "fuck, feels so good!" You moan. He brings a hand down and starts playing with your clit. Your legs start shaking. He smirks, "gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?" You moan loudly, "fuck, yes! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" He kisses your neck, "yeah? gonna cum for daddy?" He slides two fingers into your needy hole, thrusting them in and out, matching your grinds.

Your back arches, and you moan even louder, "fuck, daddy- hah- I-i can't take it! I'm-i'm gonna cum!" He moves his fingers faster, watching you come completely undone by him, "cum for me baby, show me how much you love it."

Your eyes roll back as you cum, soaking his jeans and babbling random begs and pleas. He keeps rubbing your clit in circles, milking your orgasm, "thats it, good girl." You feel yourself twitching from the overstimulation, "fuck! please, daddy!"

Once you come down from your high, your body relaxes. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, "you taste heavenly, princess." You whine in response. He brings his hand down, flicking your clit every now and then just to hear you whimper or see your body twitch.

After letting you catch your breath, he stands up, keeping a grip on you. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He grabs your shorts and panties and carries you up to his bedroom. He throws your panties in the laundry basket and gently lays you down on the bed. "What're you doing?" He looks at you, confused, "I'm taking care of you, darling. What else?" You furrow your eyebrows, "but why?"

He chuckles, "I might be older than you, but I'm no stranger to aftercare, sweetheart," he says as he walks into his en suite bathroom. You hear the tap running, and then it goes silent. He comes back into the room with a damp cloth in his hands. He comes over to you and gently cleans the mess between your legs. You shudder slightly at the coldness.

He slides your shorts back on. You smile tiredly. He pulls the covers around you and kisses your forhead. "You need anything?" You shake your head.

He changes out of his clothes and into boxers and an old t-shirt. He gets into bed beside you. He pulls you close, and you inhale, taking in his scent. Really, he just smelt like the cologne he wore, but you found it intoxicating. You made a mental note to try and steal the t-shirt he was currently wearing before you went home.

You feel yourself getting tired, but then the events of tonight start replaying in your head. How good he made you feel, how warm you felt when he started taking care of you- then you get a gut-wrenching feeling. You were falling for him. Was this bad? Was this wrong? You can't have a relationship with him. Right...? What would people think? What would London think? What would your dad think? You clear your head for now, realising that Slash most likely thought of this as a one-time thing. You close your eyes and slowly drift off.