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"Im actually a nice shy kid"- Slash

Dude be so for real. Nice shy kid lmao

CURTISSS 🤍🤍

…Facial…Hair….

us ngl

sir yes sir🫡🫡🫡

He plays the accordion???

Spaghetti…??

All hail velvet revolver era slash

Who’s he getting all close and cuddly with ??

His boyfriend 🙄

I actually think it might be his dad but I typed that too fast and deleting it feels illegal

Let me join pretty-pleaseee

I’ve accidentally turned my Pinterest into something completely dedicated to old man Slash, felt the need to share the newest finds

It should’ve been me IT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE

😩

HANDSHANDSHANDSHANDSHANDS

I want those thick fingers shoved DEEP inside of me 🤍🤍

He looks so good in purple 💗

𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ ❦

pretty boy

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.

Slash post. Why is bro still so fine asf?