Spaghetti…??

Look at themmm!!! LOOK

thank you for your porn research but the videos weren't my cup of tea unfortunately.😬

I'm very devastated that there aren't Guns n Roses "porn videos". I'm craving some gnr stuff😭🥲 not even some moaning or groaning audios of them exists. Or audios of Slash or Duff talking dirty🤧

Sorry for this rant !

Haha! No worries! You can rant all you want. Yeah, they weren't my cup of tea ether and I did kinda want to wash my eyes with bleach, especially after the Gene Simmons one 😂 if I find anything from GnR, I might post that here for you! Found this though, but you've probably already seen it.

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Requests: OPEN

slash with a very affectionate reader? hcs or a short fic, whatever you want :3

Thanks very much for the ask dear 💙

Imagine:

After coming home from a long, stressful tour to his girlfriend who had more than enough love to give

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To say the very least, Slash had a pretty shitty time. The tour went shitty, his bandmates were shitty, he felt shitty. Everything was shitty shitty shitty. He wanted nothing more than to be back home. Away from all the chaos, late nights, the surplus of drugs and alcohol being thrown his way. He was pretty much done with most everything at that point. His flight being delayed was the cherry on-fucking-top.

Usually Slash liked to be on the road, traveling from place to place. He liked to go with the flow, wherever it’d take him. He hated it anymore. It felt more like a chore than anything. Stepping back foot in LA felt like a weight that had been lifted off his shoulders. Finally, fucking finally, it was over. That was until he’d be back in the studio, but for now…? Bliss.

Home couldn’t come fast enough. Slash all but ran up to the door, digging in his bag for the house keys he somehow (thankfully) didn’t lose. He had expected the house to be dark and quiet, it was late. Instead he was greeted with the dim kitchen light and the smell of food- which made him realize how hungry he’d been.

The door clicked softly behind him as he dropped his luggage, a bit ungracefully, and wandered further into the apartment. And there he saw you, sitting on the counter with the biggest smile ever and two plates of some hot food.

“Hi babe! Welcome home!” You said, hopping off the counter and giving Slash a big hug, “I missed you so much! And so did that cats, they know who gives the extra treats…” You gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Slash was surprised, he had anticipated that he’d be finding you in bed, fast asleep, especially considering the hour. He returned your hug, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. He was so beyond happy to see his favorite person.

“Hey honey…” He greeted back, “You’re up really late. You didn’t need to stay up for me, y’know.” In actuality, he couldn’t have been more happy with this outcome.

“Ohh don’t be silly!” You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the table, “I uhm… well I made supper! Or is it early breakfast now..? Regardless-” Slash cut your little ramble off with a kiss.

“It looks delicious, but… how’d you know I’d be home by this time? My flight kept getting delayed.” Slash asked, puzzled at the steaming hot food in front of him.

“It’s just my intuition.” You bluffed, giving him another kiss, “Just kidding- this was my third attempt at making this so… that’s why.”

He couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “Fuck, I love you. You’re so perfect, you know that?” He loved you so much. You were the only person out there who could’ve turned his shitty, shitty attitude around just like that.

“Aww… aren’t you the sweetest ever?!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing his face all over. His lips, cheeks, nose, corners of his eyes. You made sure every bit of him got some love, “but I think you should keep declarations like that to yourself until after you’ve tried my meal.” You said with a wink. After all, you were a very mediocre cook.

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Imagine:

You convince your boyfriend, Tom, to try on your lip products

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You’d always been a little jealous of Tom and his pouty lips. They were always so perfect plump- but he wouldn’t ever take care of them! And that annoyed you, graced with such a gift, only to be neglected- which started your barrage of pestering,

Every morning you’d give him kissed and say comment how a little chapstick would do him good. Out at dinner you’d bring up how the lighting would give his lips such a nice shine if he put on a little gloss. At the mall you’d hint how that certain shade of lipstick would complement his complexion so well…

Finally after weeks of badgering, Tom agreed. You were ecstatic. The two of you were sat on the bed, you had this whole array of lip products- which was actually apart of your secret “For Tom” stash. Finally your time had come.

After you applied different colors of lipstick, types of lipglosses, and such- you realized Tom rocked literally everything. And he was liking it too/ you noticed how he’d look into the mirror after every lip combo you tried on him. It honestly made you a little jealous, if you were being honest.

A few days after the fact, you’d notice that Tom’s lips always had a bit of shine. Nothing too extreme, it was subtle, but you too pride in it.

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Could you write hc for slash dating a reader with a bump leg like she has to walk with a can and stuff :)

𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 "𝚋𝚞𝚖" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎" 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘

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Headcanons:

Slash being the most accommodating boyfriend to all your needs

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You’d always had a bit of a “trick leg” as you liked to call it. Sometimes you were able to walk on your own, sometimes you needed a cane to get around

When you first met Slash you were on one of your better days, not relying on your aid much. You were too embarrassed about it to mention it to the rocker

Soon enough, Slash kept asking you out on dates and you kept attempting to mask your needs in order to keep Slash around

However, he ended up noticing how you’d favor one leg, walk slower, limp a bit. He found you out

At first you were embarrassed, but Slash was quick to assure you that you were perfect no matter what

He was incredibly accommodating to all your needs, he’d help you in and out of his cars, carry you up long flights of stairs

He was the perfect boyfriend

Slash was able to turn your embarrassment about needing a cane into a fashion statement. He’d help you decorate it in all sorts of fun ways that matched your outfits

When the cold weather came, which always caused your bad leg pain, Slash was by your side, providing all the comfort you needed and more

He was supportive of you in private and public. He wouldn’t allow people to make ableist jabs at you.

You were his perfect girlfriend and nothing would change that

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My favorite shirt on him. . .

Next to nothing at all

Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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It was quite late in the night, you were still awake, sitting in bed with a magazine in your lap and the TV running in the background. Your cat was curled up around the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly. The sound of the lock on the door being fumbled with brought a smile to your face. Slash, your boyfriend, was finally back from a performance at the Troubadour.

He stumbled throughout the apartment, cursing at himself when he ran into the table and chairs. Something toppled over, not that he paid much heed to it. Slash peeked his head through the bedroom door. Seeing you sitting there had him all but throw himself into your embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat cling to him as he nuzzled into your chest. A small smile graced your face as you pet his snarly mess off curls.

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” You responded, “but don’t you think you’re due for a shower, hm?”

Slash made a half-sleepy half-annoyed noise, “Noo… ‘M too tired. Plus- you like my smell.”

Just as you were thinking of a retort, you felt his body go lax on top of yours. He really was tired them. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left you as you took in the scene. Clicking off the lamp and wrapping your arms around Slash, returning his embrace, you knew you wouldn’t want Slash to be any other way than himself.

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