Let Me Join Pretty-pleaseee

he can put that cig out on my leg <3

I could listen to that whimper for days ❦

He can put that cig out on my ass

Velvet Revolver Slash specifically with this leather jacket 😍😍

YESSSS🤤

Duff taking position as Slash’s therapist

Slaxl 80s Saga

Part 4

Slaxl & sexual contents ⚠️🔞

Fiction

-I’ll find you again-

The realization made Axl dizzy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, lips dragging against the stranger’s flushed skin. “You’re so fucking—” Beautiful. Perfect. Mind-blowing, and he didn’t even know his fucking name.

The thought hit him hard, snapping through the fog of lust clouding his brain. Who the fuck was this guy?

The stranger let out another soft moan, and Axl’s stomach twisted. Fuck. He was too drunk.

Too drunk to even realize what was happening. Too drunk to remember this in the morning.

Axl squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving. His grip loosened. “Shit,” he exhaled, shoving himself backward, away. The stranger whined at the sudden loss of contact. He swayed slightly, still leaning against the wall, his breath heavy, his body still shivering from the aftershocks. His head lolled to the side, curls falling over his face, lips slightly parted.

Axl stared at him, heart pounding. Fuck. He wanted him again. Right now. Tomorrow. Forever.

But not like this.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair, forcing himself to cool down. His jeans felt unbearably tight, his body still buzzing, still aching, but he ignored it.

Instead, he reached out, fingers brushing through the guy’s curls, pushing them back gently to get a better look at his face. The stranger blinked up at him, half-dazed, completely unaware of how fucking ruined he looked. Axl swallowed.

“…What’s your name?” he asked, voice quieter now, steadier. The stranger blinked again, confused. Then—that fucking lazy smile.

“Mmmhh… Dunno…” he slurred, giggling softly.

Axl exhaled sharply, lips pressing into a thin line. Of course. He shook his head, half amused, half fucking frustrated.

“…I’ll find you again,” he muttered. And when I do, you won’t be drunk. The drunk stranger didn’t answer. He was already sinking down, curling up against the wall, grinning to himself like a sleepy cat.

Axl watched him for a moment, his stomach twisting with something he couldn’t quite name.

Then—he turned and walked back inside.

pretty boy

Velvet revolver slash 😩😩😩😩😩

This specific picture

The hat the smile the shirt

Chefs kiss