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Dilf slash taking care of younger reader while she is drunk 🤭Similiar to your first fic but with dilf slash 🥲🤭🤭
Drunken attitude
summary: You rarely get really drunk, but this night you had really gotten enough and more than that. An unprepared Slash gets you home absolutely hammered and has to get you to bed, just to find out how stubborn drunk you can be.
paring: Older Slash x Reader
warnings: fluff, drunk flirting, references to sexual activities
word count: 5.4k words
a/n: im still alive yay. Sorry for the incredibly long wait anon! hope this is okay🫠 I've been working on this on and off for such a long time and finally decided to finish it. I don't know if I like the ending, might rewrite it someday… It is a Slash fic, but there's a lot of Duff in it too for all of you Duff loving readers on my page<3 enjoy everybody:)
(not proofread as always)
Slash had stopped drinking and smoking a couple of years ago. He had changed his ways of living compared to his wild past. He wasn't craving it, or really missing the feeling. He felt happier and was able to live more in the moment, and actually remember the previous night. Luckily he had also met you. You were quite a lot younger than him, but that wasn't a problem for any of you. He enjoyed your spirit that kept him going, and you loved how experienced at life he was and how he much he cared for you.
You didn't really drink often since you’d much rather share a quiet night with him at home. But today you had been out celebrating one of your friend’s engagement. It had started at her house with some dinner and wine, but as the night had went on you ended out in the city. First you've been at a fancy nightclub with a big ass dance floor and every possible drink in the bar.
Getting drinks was no problem for you either. You had bought the first one or two yourself, and the rest you managed to get from men who thought they had a chance. They didn’t, but you loved a free drink. If they only knew who you had at home.
Later that night, you and some of your friends had stumbled into a bar not far from the club. It was more quiet and low key. You definitely felt the alcohol by now, you were far drunk. You were sitting in a booth with two of your friends who each had found a guy to smooch with. That was way too boring for you, so you stumbled out of the booth and towards the bar, in hopes of scoring another drink.
As you reached the counter of the bar, your shoulder gently bumped into another guy whose back was facing you.
“Sorry…” You mumbled as you stabilized yourself. The longhaired blonde turned around and you were hit with a familiar face.
“Duffyyy…” You exclaimed with a stupidly drunk smile on your lips.
“Woah there- ” He chuckled as you jumped into a hug.
“What are you doing here? Its so funny to see you here.” You said in a happily slurred voice.
“Well, I could ask you the same partygirl. I was just meeting up with an old friend, but you seem to have one heck of a night?” He said with an impressed but surprised expression.
“Yeah well, I was actually out celebrating my friend's engagement, but I’m pretty sure she went home? Now we're here, or some of us are, but they're literally just sitting in the corner, smooching with some guys they found. They're so boring.” You began rambling on in a drunk slurred voice. Duff observed you with a fond amusement.
“Anyways… Are you gonna buy me a drink?” You tried to wheedle him with that extremely carefree and drunk demeanor.
“I don't think you need another one of those Sweetheart.” He said calmly as he watched how you tried to persuade him into buying you another drink.
“Aw, pretty please.. I think one more will do.” You giggled softly.
“How many have you had? Because I'm guessing it's way over your limit already.”
“I don't have a limit… What do you know about limits anyways?” You slurred as you tried to make a point.
He chuckled at your hit at him. “Fair enough.” He put his hands up in surrender. “But I don't think you should drink anymore. Speaking from experience.”
You shook your head with that big drunken smile.
“You want a ride home?” He asked you, knowing that you needed to be stopped for the night.
“Now? No. I'm not going home. I haven't even started yet.” You slurred a bit as you protested him.
Duff raised an eyebrow and shook his head as you protested. "You've started enough.. C'mon, you're drunk."
He laid his hand on your shoulder and began leading you towards the exit of the bar. He knew how stubborn you could be, but he wasn't letting you have another drink.
“Oh you’re so not fuuuun… Why did I find such an old man, with such old and boooring friends…?” You moaned in a complaint as you followed his guidance out the bar.
Duff couldn't help but chuckle a little at your drunk little complaints. He knew you didn't mean it, but hearing you whine like that amused him. He opened the passenger side door of his car and gestured for you to get in, shaking his head with a small smile.
"Yeah yeah, you'll thank me in the morning.. now get in, Princess."
He found it a bit amusing how you were grumbling about everyone tonight, like some kind of grumpy child who wasn't getting their way. It kinda reminded him of Axl back in the days.
You got into his passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt. Finally you got it and leaned backwards exhaustively. Duff got in behind the wheel and started the car. He chuckled, turning on a quiet classic rock station, something low. He glanced over at you as he pulled out of the parking spot, your messy hair and half-lidded eyes making him smirk. He knew you'd probably complain on the entire ride, but he was willing to put up with it
"You good?" He asked, voice low and amused.
You groaned dramatically, slumping against the window. "No… I wanna dance… not go to bed like a toddler…"
"You're a bit of a handful when you're drunk, you know that?." He teased softly.
“I am not. I’m very easy. Just buy me a drink and I’ll talk with you. How is that not easy?” You responded baffled, as you began questioning him.
Duff chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your logic. He couldn't help but find you endearing, even when you were drunk and a bit annoying.
"That's your definition of easy, huh?" He teased, his eyes flicking to you for a second before back on the road.
"What happened to Slash’s well behaved and sweet girlfriend? You're a bit feisty today." He teased without looking at you.
“I’m very well behaved… Slash would say the same…” You mumbled back.
“Hm.. Slashhh…” You mumbled, it rolled off your tongue like a lovesick teenager. You scrunched your nose as your lips curled into a smile as you thought of him.
Duff chuckled softly, glancing over at you again. Seeing how your expression softened and the affectionate look on your face when you said his name made him smile.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he'd agree.." He chuckled and rolled his eyes lightly, amused at your affection for his close friend.
"You know, I still remember when you guys started dating? He came into band practice one day and kept going on and on about the pretty little thing he met.." He smirked and gave you a look before returning his focus back to the road.
“Me..?” You asked surprised. Pointing to yourself.
Duff laughed softly and nodded. "Oh yeah. Couldn’t shut him up about you." He glanced over, grinning slightly.
"First time I ever saw him that nervous. Kept asking me if I thought he was ‘too old’ for you. Like I’d know. Now look at you two, living together. Kinda sweet, actually."
He shook his head, amused. "And yet here you are, drunk and whining about how boring us ‘old men’ are." He teased lightly.
“Aww…” You muttered at thought of him getting nervous about you.
“I really love him Duff… like… He really said that? He’s so sweet…” You mumbled all lovey-dovey, and totally drunk.
Duff chuckled warmly watching you get all mushy about Slash. "Yeah, he said that.. and a lot more."
He shook his head gently, finding it hilarious now how different you were compared to usual. This version of you was like a completely different person compared to your normal ‘sweet and quiet’ self.
"You know, he's gonna kill me when I drop you off like this.. you're so drunk." He teased yet again.
“Oh Duffy… He’s not gonna kill you… He’s so sweet… I’m gonna take care of him… Imma show him a real good nigh-” You began blabbing as Duff stopped you mid-sentence.
Duff burst out laughing as you began ‘blabbing’ at the thought of taking care of your boyfriend later. He quickly cut you off with a laugh. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there princess.."
He shook his head. He couldn't help but find your drunken ramblings and affection for Slash adorable, despite how explicit you suddenly were.
"You're way too drunk right now to be taking care of anyone. Especially him. You're probably gonna end up puking or something..”
“I’m not gonna puke. You know I actually don’t really have a gag-reflex-“ You were quickly stopped again. Apparently it wasn’t that kind of throwing up he meant… he just meant from the alcohol.
Duff snorted loudly, immediately cutting you off with a horrified laugh.
"Oh God- I didn’t need that information!" He scrubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head both amused and slightly traumatized.
"Listen, just... keep your drunk thoughts to yourself until you’re safely home and Slash can deal with them, alright?" He groaned, half-laughing. "I’m too old for this."
You giggled. You thought it was hilarious to say dirty things in his presence.
“What did I say wrong? I promise you I’m not gonna puke, trust me I’ve done it many ti-” Again you didn’t get to finish your sentence.
Duff groaned dramatically, pressing a hand over your mouth, lightly to stop you mid-sentence. He looked equal parts horrified and exasperated, but still amused.
"Nope! NOPE. Absolutely not, that’s enough drunk oversharing from you for one night." He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, giving you a stern look.
"Just… sit there quietly and think about Slash silently. No talking. No ‘demonstrations.’ Just… behave until we get home." He chuckled under his breath, muttering, "I swear, you're worse than Axl ever was."
You tried to contain your laughter. Your face was flushed. Your lips curled into a giggling smirk. “You’re acting like you didn’t know already.” You said in a lower voice.
Duff shot you a warning look, trying to maintain a hint of seriousness, but it was difficult. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he wasn't used to this sassy side of you.
"Yeah, well. Knowing and hearing are two very different things.. trust me." He sighed, half-laughing. He shook his head in mock disapproval.
Although he tried to act annoyed, he couldn’t hide a subtle smirk. It was hard not to find your boldness amusing. "You're a lot more mouthy when you're drunk, you know that? I kinda miss your usual sweet and quiet self."
“I’m still sweet. And it was you who decided to drive me home. So I don’t see how you also get to complain about me.” You slurred at him.
“As if you didn’t do the same when you were my age. Oh wait! You were so much worse Mr. McKagan. So don’t come here and-“ You began drunkly rambling at him.
Duff couldn’t help but burst out laughing at your drunk lecture. You were right, he had certainly had his fair share of partying days when he was your age. Hell, back then, he and the others were downright reckless.
"Okay, okay, point taken." He held his hands up in mock surrender, still chuckling.
"You got me. I was wild back in the day, guilty as charged. But hey, I've got a few more years of wisdom now." He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand..."
“I’m fine! I’m so fine!… hah.. ‘so fine’” You looked over at him with a drunk chuckle. “Get it?”
Duff couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at your tipsy reference to the song. "Yeah, yeah, very clever. You get a gold star for that one." He responded sarcastically, shaking his head affectionately.
He couldn’t help but find it amusing how you turned into a completely different person when you were drunk. Normally so sweet and reserved, with just a little alcohol in your system, you turned bold and cheeky - the complete opposite.
“Mhm I really love that one. I would always play it when I was driving at night…” You muttered happily before you suddenly broke out in song.
“How could she look so fine?
I've been taken for a fool!
So many times.
Heyyyy…
Story of a man.
Works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own..” You began singing your heart out in a slurred drunken voice.
Duff listened to your drunken performance of the song, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. He found it hilarious and endearing all at once. The way you were drunkenly singing your heart out in his car was downright hilarious.
"Okay, okay, take it easy there, rock star." He chuckled, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. He couldn't help but find it adorable how passionately you sang despite being so drunk. It was like you had a different personality when the alcohol kicked in.
Duff finally pulled into the driveway of your and Slash’s house. He put the car in park and turned off the engine, exhaling dramatically as he glanced over at you. You were still slumped in the passenger seat, still grinning like an idiot.
"Alright, here we are. Home sweet home." He smirked, gesturing toward the house. "Think you can walk, or do I gotta carry you inside?”
You giggled as he made you break out in song again. “I’m on my wayyy. I’m on my waaaay. Home sweeet hoooome..” You sang slurred as you fumbled your way out of the car.
Duff watched as you wobbled out of the car, shaking his head in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle as he got out of his side and came around to help steady you. "Alright, you little drunk singer, take it easy."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you stumbled up towards the house, still singing your little song in your slurred voice. He had an arm around you to hold you steady. As you reached the door he knocked on it and held you upright while you rested your head against his shoulder.
Slash was lying on the couch, mindlessly watching TV when he heard the knock on the door. He got up curiously, wondering who on earth would be knocking at this time. His expression quickly changed from slight confusion to concern when he saw you all drunk and clingy, standing there with Duff's arm around your waist for support. "What the hell..."
He looked up at Duff, who sighed and chuckled slightly at Slash's reaction.
“Heyyy babyyy…” You slurred in a giggle. “Look who I found!” You exclaimed happily and looked at Duff.
Slash sighed, shaking his head slightly at your drunken excitement, though he couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced at Duff, who just shrugged, still holding you upright.
"Yeah, I see who you found…" Slash muttered, stepping forward to take you from Duff before you could stumble further. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Despite his exasperated tone, there was warmth in his expression, fondness even.
"Found her at the bar, already pretty hammered." Duff explained with a shrug. "Tried to talk her into going home earlier, but she insisted she 'hadn’t even started yet.'" He imitated your drunken voice, amused.
“I hadn’t! He wouldn’t even buy me a drink! And this man calls himself a gentleman.” You mumbled as you leaned into Slash’s arms.
Slash chuckled, tightening his grip on you as you slumped against him. He shot Duff a playful glare. "Oh, the horror." He teased sarcastically. "Not buying my drunk girlfriend another drink, how dare he."
Duff smirked, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, I was being responsible! Unlike some people in this room." He gave you a pointed look before turning back to Slash. "She’s all yours now. Good luck with that."
Slash sighed dramatically, shaking his head, but he was grinning.
"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate it." He said, then glanced down at you, amused. "C'mon, trouble. Let’s get you to bed."
You whined in protest, clinging to him.
"Nooo… I wanna keep talking…" You slurred, burying your face in his shoulder. Slash just laughed, holding you closer. "Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk when you’re not slurring every other word."
Duff snorted, already heading back toward the door. "Good luck, man. She was real chatty on the ride home."
"Great. Can’t wait."
But despite his complaints, he was smiling, because even drunk and ridiculous, he adored you.
“Goodbyeee Duffyyy..” You giggled as Duff sat in his car and Slash closed the front door.
Slash chuckled, leaning his back against the closed door and shaking his head at your drunken farewell to Duff.
"You're something else, you know that?" He muttered, trying and failing to suppress the fond smile on his face. Despite your drunk ridiculousness, you were adorable and he couldn't stay annoyed. He glanced down at you, arms still wrapped around you.
"So… how much have you had to drink tonight?"
“Not that much… I’m not even drunk, I can barely feel it..” You giggled drunkenly.
Slash arched an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused, as you giggled and wobbled against him. "Oh yeah? Barely feel it, huh?" He smirked, gently poking your forehead. "Then explain why you’re swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane."
You blinked, then dramatically leaned into his chest with another giggle. "'Cause you're sooo tall... and handsome... and I love you..." You slurred, nuzzling into him like a clingy cat.
Slash exhaled, shaking his head but he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Alright, that’s it. Bedtime for you."
"Slashhhh..." You whined, draping your arms around his neck. "I’m not sleepy... I wanna stay up... and talk..." You pouted dramatically
Slash chuckled, unable to resist your drunken pout. You could be so damn cute, even when totally wasted. "Yeah, and I'm sure you'd have a very insightful conversation in this state." He replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
But despite his mocking tone, his expression remained soft. He gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering at your cheek.
“I think so too! So just come and sit with meee…” You untangled your arms from him and grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch.
Slash rolled his eyes but let you drag him towards the couch, it was useless trying to resist when you were in this state anyways. With a sigh, he settled down beside you on the couch, shaking his head bemusedly.
"Alright, alright. We’re sitting. Happy?" He smirked, draping an arm along the back of the couch behind you.
“Mhmm.. isn’t this nice..?” You mumbled in a chuckle. You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and straddled his lap instead. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and giggled.
Slash chuckled when you abruptly rearranged yourself onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving to your hips to steady you. You were so tipsy and clingy, it was both adorable and hilarious.
"Oh yeah, absolutely. Total bliss." He teased, his thumbs gently tracing small circles on your hips as he smirked. "Nothing I love more than having my drunk girlfriend clinging onto me like a koala bear."
“Thought so…” You giggled.
You took a deep drag of his scent into his neck. “Mmmmh you’re just so big and warm and comfy and…. mmm” You hummed as you dragged your hands up his neck and buried them in his hair.
Slash couldn't help but smile, finding your drunken affection endearing. He allowed you to bury your hands in his hair, his own hands still on your hips, keeping you balanced on his lap.
"Y’know, you're awfully clingy when you're drunk." He joked, his hands remained steady on your hips, keeping you steady as you perched on his lap. When you started playing with his hair, he let out a low sigh of content, leaning his head back into your touch.
You giggled as you gently nipped his neck with small kisses and bites.
“I can’t help it… not when you are here..” You slurred. You were so drunk at the moment. Everything was funny and your cheeks were totally blushed. You were extremely clingy and you wanted to do everything with him right now, but he wouldn’t take advantage of you in this state. He knew better.
Slash chuckled at your drunken honesty, shivering slightly as you nipped his neck. You were all flushed and playful, completely uninhibited by your drunken state.
"Well, I'm flattered." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. His thumbs continued their gentle rhythm on your hips, though he refused to let his hands wander, no matter how clingy you were being. He had a bit more self-restraint than you right now.
"But you know you're not getting anything out of me tonight in this state, right?" He teased, knowing exactly where your drunken mind was heading
You pulled away from his neck to look at him. “What-…” You muttered and pouted in disbelief.
Slash chuckled, raising an amused brow at your pout. You were so clearly disappointed in his words, and he found it adorable.
"You heard me. No funny business tonight, princess." He smirked, his hands still firm on your hips. "You're way too wasted for any of that." He gently poked your nose, teasing you.
“Sla-Ash… you’re no fun!” You pouted again. “I told Duff I would be taking care of you… I even told him how rarely I get a gag-reflex-…” You began pressing on until he stopped you.
Slash's eyes widened slightly before he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, a mix of amusement and horror on his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there." He muttered, his expression now a mix of embarrassment and amusement. He couldn't believe you had shared that information with Duff.
"You're in no position to be 'taking care of' anyone when you can barely walk straight.” He chuckled despite his shock, shaking his head as he kept his hand over your lips. "Did you really tell Duff that? God, no wonder he looked so traumatized when he dropped you off."
You giggled with his hand covering your mouth. You kissed his palm before gently tucking his hand down with your fingers.
“I’m in a really good position actually.” You tried to convince him that you were in great condition to take care of him.
“He said I was gonna end up puking if I took care of you tonight. Therefore I had to explain that I don’t get the gag and I wasn’t gonna puke when I was gonna-…” Again you were stopped. Why did these people keep cutting you off?
"Oh my god… you're unbelievable." He muttered, a mix of embarrassment and amusement etched on his face. He could just imagine how shocked and horrified Duff must have been when you told him that.
"You have no filter when you're drunk, you know that?" He said, his hand still firm on your mouth. "You're a damn over-sharer."
“I’m not over-sharing. I’m just telling the truth?” You claimed. “Let me show it to you if you don’t believe me then.” You mumbled as you began fiddling with his belt.
His eyes widened in surprise as you quickly went for his belt, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, stopping you from fiddling with his pants.
"Whoa, whoa… easy there." He muttered, holding your wrists in his hands as you were still straddling his lap. He chuckled, somewhat amused by your drunk determination. "You're not showing me anything right now, babe. You're absolutely wasted."
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Ughh why does that matter? I just want youuu.... and your dick… why aren’t you being so stubborn?!” You complained in a slurred and displeased voice as you groaned into his shoulder.
Slash chuckled at your blunt, drunk frustration. Your groaning and pouting were downright hilarious. He kissed the top of your head affectionately before speaking in a teasing tone. "Because I like you conscious when we do stuff, sweetheart." He smirked, his voice low but firm. "You won’t even remember this tomorrow.. it's not fair to take advantage of drunk-you like that." He stroked your hair gently.
"So stop whining like a kid who didn't get candy."
“But you’re not letting me get my candy!” You pouted as you referred to him being your candy.
Slash chuckled at your ridiculous words. He ran his thumb over your pouty bottom lip playfully, shaking his head. "Oh my god… you're such a brat when you're drunk." He kissed the pout right off your lips, quick and light, more of a peck than anything romantic.
"That's all the 'candy' you're getting tonight. Now c'mon…" He shifted slightly beneath you. "Let’s get you to bed before I actually cave in."
“That’s not fair… You used to do everything drunk! Now you’re just old and sober and booooring-” You slurred in a mumble, as he suddenly lifted you up in his arms.
Slash scoffed dramatically at your "old and boring" comment, pretending to be offended as he effortlessly lifted you up in his arms, bridal style.
"Wow. Rude." He muttered, but there was no real anger, just amusement. He started carrying you down the hall toward the bedroom. "And yeah, I used to do stupid drunk shit… until I realized it was dumb as hell." He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot.
He walked over to bed and gently dumped you onto it like a sack of potatoes, not rough, but not gentle either. Just enough to get across that he wasn't playing around anymore.You let out a heavy breath as you hit the mattress.
“I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s very romantic to give a girl what she wants.” You crawled towards him clumsily as he stood by the side of the bed.
Slash watched you clumsily crawl toward him, his expression softening. You were such a mess, drunk and stubborn, but he couldn't stay mad. He sighed, shaking his head as he braced a knee on the bed to stop your advance.
"Romantic? Babe… this isn’t romance." He gently pushed you back down onto the pillows. "This is me taking care of my drunk girlfriend so she doesn’t do something stupid."
Then, because he knew how clingy you got when tipsy, Slash leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, pure but affectionate.
You rolled out of the bed on the other side and groaned loudly and displeased. You stumbled to the en-suite bathroom.
Slash sighed, as he watched you dramatically flop off the bed and stumble toward the bathroom. He knew that groan, you were pissed at him for not giving in to your drunk demands. He waited a second to see if you’d be okay… then got up quietly and followed after you. When he peeked into the bathroom doorway, he saw you swaying slightly in front of the sink.
"You good?" He asked softly, not mocking anymore, just checking on his drunk girlfriend who was clearly having a hard time standing straight.
You held onto the sink as you looked in the bathroom mirror. Okay, maybe you were a little drunk… You decided to brush your teeth and began fiddling with the toothbrush.You turned around a bit unsteady. Looked at him and silently just gave him the finger as you turned back around and began brushing your teeth.
Slash blinked at the middle finger you silently flipped him and then snorted. Oh, wow. You were really mad. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as you wobbled while brushing your teeth. The toothpaste foam was everywhere, on your cheeks, on the brush and yet here you were… still somehow noncompliant in your drunk sulkiness.
A part of him wanted to laugh. A bigger part just found it stupidly endearing how pouty and stubborn you got when tipsy. "Real mature." He teased under his breath but he didn’t say anything else yet… just observed.
You chose to ignore him on purpose. Sat the toothbrush down. Took a glass of water and stumbled back to the bedroom. You went straight to your shared closet to find something to sleep in. Right now you just needed to get out of these party clothes.
Slash trailed behind you, still amused by your silent treatment. He watched as you rummaged through the closet for sleepwear. Your movements were slow and uncoordinated from the alcohol.
You yanked out one of his oversized band tees, the soft, well-worn black one with a faded Guns N' Roses logo on it, and held it up like a victory trophy before starting to struggle with your party dress zipper.
Slash sighed, then walked over without saying anything. Gently took the shirt from your hands and turned you around to help undo that stubborn zipper himself. You didn’t have the energy to fight against him, so you let him zip your dress down. As it hit the floor you turned around to face him. Reaching for the t-shirt in his hand.
“Ah-ah.” He said as he pulled the shirt out of your reach. “Ask nicely. I'm not gonna sleep with you if you continue that attitude.” He said with that stupid disciplinary smirk.
You tried grabbing the shirt, but he just pulled it further away from you. “Hey. Didn't you hear what I just said?”
“I'm just gonna sleep without it then. I don't need your stupid shirt anyways.” You protested as you went around him and stumbled towards the bed.
“Then I suppose you're gonna sleep without me as well.” He turned towards you and crossed his arms.
That made you look up at him again. “What? No. I'm not gonna sleep without you.” You scowled.
“I just told you, if you don't drop the attitude I'm gonna sleep in the guest room.” He explained in a fairly calm voice.
“Sla-Ash!” You exclaimed frustrated, as you plumped down on the bed. “Im sorry. I'm sorry! I promise to be good. I will do my absolute best!” You muttered desperately.
He just stood and looked at you with an exhausted smile. But for some reason he couldn't say no to you, especially not when you were in this state. He shook his head defeatedly with a smile and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside you, leaning against the headboard.
“Fine, you win. But.” He looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “No funny business tonight baby.”
You rolled your eyes at him before crawling into his lap. “All riiigth then. No funny business for the old man.” You giggled as you found a comfortable position.
He pulled the blanket up over your bare chest and made sure you were laying comfortably. Then slowly began stroking your hair gently. “You’re a mess baby.” He said in a soft low voice.
“No I'm not… You just don't know how to handle me…” You mumbled as your eyes slowly closed in his lap.
“Yeah.” He huffed. “Youre gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He chuckled as he continued stroking your hair.
“Mmmm-” You groaned. “Then I probably have to stay in bed all day… with you.” You smiled as you snuggled closer into his touch.
He shook his head slightly as a small smile appeared on his lips. “Do I have a choice?”
“Mm-mm… I don't think you have… You better just stay right there…” You yawned softly. You felt your body nearly giving in to sleep.
“I guess I have to… Somebody is gonna need to take care of you.”
“I wouldn't want anyone else.. I looooove you so much..” You mumbled your last words of the night in a slurred voice.
He smiled down at the woman in his lap. God he loved you, even where you were this drunk out of your mind. “I love you too baby.” He said in a low voice as he laid down without waking you, and pulled you into his chest. He kissed your forehead and continued stroking your hair until he eventually fell asleep himself.
guys, I low-key need a jealous slash fic when he gets jealous because reader has been spending too much time with axl or anybody really but reader doesn’t realize he made slash jealous👅
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), voyeurism, slight angst, jealousy, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Slash didn’t often take you on tour with him, mostly because he didn’t think it would be fun for you. Long drives, plane rides, he didn’t do much in any of the cities he visited because there wasn’t much time to do so, but he would bring you to a few locations he knew you’d be fond of.
Guns was going across Europe, so he took you with him for most of it, which was unusual but you were excited nonetheless.
You didn’t get much alone time with Slash, it wasn’t that much of an issue for you since every now and then you’d get a hotel and have your fun, but usually it was buses or planes. Either way, you were interested in the views and the food, Slash would be at soundcheck and you’d be off somewhere, it took him a while to realize you were off with Axl.
He knew there was nothing going on with the two of you, Axl respected the relationship and he knew he didn’t like you that way. He knew you would never cheat on him either, you saw Axl as a friend and nothing more, but seeing you two so close constantly, he was getting tired of it.
Slash’s first attempt at getting you away from Axl was just spending more time with you, getting other people to fill in for soundcheck, but that didn’t work because Axl was still around, also he didn’t understand most of what was interesting about the scenery. Things were pretty, take a picture maybe, but move on; he’d walk away and leave you with Axl himself so he had to switch up what he was doing.
He tried copying what you and Axl were doing, picking up on your mannerisms and the things you said. It took all of a week and you immediately noticed what he was doing, giving him weird looks, so he stopped and focused on just hovering near you, buying you food and clothes, whatever else you needed.
Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, everything he did to get you away from Axl failed. Your nights alone in the hotel wasn’t enough. You were already on the bus while Slash had been dealing with taking down the stage and stuff. Usually he came back late, which would normally leave you alone with Axl, and it did but Slash came back earlier.
He didn’t say a word to Axl and just got into bed with you. The bus had bunks, not the most comfortable things the sleep on but they worked. You would take one and Slash would take another but since he started feeling this way towards Axl he couldn’t help himself from crawling in with you. You’d gotten used to it but you definitely hadn’t expected Slash’s hand wandering over you while you were trying to talk to Axl.
You were trying to subtly push his hands off of you while Axl rambled on but he was persistent, pushing your shirt up and dipping his fingers under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
Slash reached for the curtain and yanked it across the open expanse of the bunk, cutting Axl off. “Slash, what-“
“Shut the fuck up.” The guitarist groaned. It’s not often you saw Slash angry, you could count the amount of times you’d seen it on one hand. Even this was different.
“Excuse me?” Axl asked, almost laughing at Slash’s annoyance. Slash didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on you while your face grew hotter and hotter.
Slash had no qualms with pulling your shorts down, pushing your panties to the side and lapping at your folds. You slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans but Slash was doing everything in his power to make as much noise as possible, wanting Axl to hear just how good he was making you feel, that it was your boyfriend, and not him.
You reached Slash head as his tongue flicked your clit at a brutal pace. Your face combed through his hair and tugged it back, all it did was make Slash moan into your cunt, sending little jolts of lightning all through your body and making your back arch off the thin mattress. “Slash-“ You started, it came out as a whimper.
A thick finger brushed your heat and your eyes widened, eyes shooting down to him as he pushed a calloused digit into your aching cunt. As much as you wanted to ignore how horny you’d been feeling, how much not getting close enough with Slash was getting to you, you couldn’t anymore, not with his hot breath fanning over your inner thighs now.
“The least you could do is let me watch.” Axl suggests, reaching across the slim hallway to the curtain keeping you hidden from him. You thought Slash would shoot the idea down, maybe even yell at him or something. Instead the curtain got yanked down again, Axl could clearly see your back arching, blush melting down from your face to your chest.
Slash made quick work of your shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over your head while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, having added a second to start stretching you out. Axl chuckled lowly from his bed, you saw his hand wandering lower on his body but you didn’t dare pay too much attention to him when Slash was glaring up at you, demanding all your attention, every ounce of it.
His tongue still worked away on your clit, swirling around it and flicking it, sucking on the sensitive nub while his fingers curled just the way he knew had you seeing stars. His big hair laid on your thighs as your legs grew restless, his eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze in a death grip. He kept doing what he was doing, knowing if he kept pressure on that spot he could have you coming undone in seconds.
There wasn’t the issue of Axl watching you, because Axl was watching you lose your mind on his tongue, his fingers. Axl was a bystander watching you get fucked, he was a non-factor in Slash’s mind, so he let him watch you as that knot in your gut came undone and your eyes rolled back as moans filtered past your lips, your fingers tangled in Slash’s hair and pulling him closer, forcing him into your cunt. “Ah- oh, fuck, Slash~”
Slash was grinding against the mattress, aching for relief, some kind of friction but he had to help you ride out your high first. He lapped messily at your folds before pulling away, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you before it snapped when he sat up.
“Close the curtain.” He instructed you, giving a small nod with his head as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. Axl groaned and looked away, shielding his eyes from his friend’s hard cock.
You raised a brow at him. “The curtain?” Your mind was still in a haze from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you.
“Close the fucking curtain.” He repeated, despite his words his tone was soft, he was used to filling his sentences with curses so he did it naturally. He lined himself up with you, hot tip pushing into your puffy hole. “Don’t need anyone watching when I fuck you properly.” He said with a grunt as he slammed himself into you.
contents: smut, dom!slash x sub!femreader, dirty talk
word count: 930
p.s if u have any requests don’t be afraid to ask
You’ve been extremely horny lately, feeling extra bad for your boyfriend. You wanted to let him know that you loved him and not lusted over him, but you couldn’t control your high sex drive. This never really happened when you weren’t in a relationship, but now that you’re dating slash.. it’s like heaven. You called him a bit late every day because he always arrived at a hotel after a busy gig with his band.
You decided to call him, you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You heard the phone ring a few times in your ear before a familiar voice came to the phone.
“Hey sweetheart,” Slash said softly.
“Hi my love” you replied.
Even his voice was so angelic to you. God, it drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you guys were on call for an hour and a half. It was now 9pm and your panties randomly got soaked, a wave of horniness hitting you like a brick. You let out a low whine, the weird sensation pooling in your core. Your heart started to pound in your chest, your chest heaving. “Are you alright?” He asked in the same soft tone. “Mhm just a bit horny,” you confessed. He let out a deep chuckle at your confession without a word, which only made your arousal worse.
You weren’t usually a bold type of person, but you couldn’t help but to think about how you would love to get him hard by being straightforward. “I want you inside of me so badly,” you murmured. He groaned at your words, “You’re going to make me hard” he gritted through his teeth. “Good, I wanna make you hard” you say, your hand resting on top of your boob. Your words caused a bulge to grow in his pants, and the relaxed silence grew to sexual tension.
You couldn’t help but to grind against your blanket, whimpering needily. “What’re doin’ right now?” You ask. “Rubbing myself,” he replied. You could hear how heavy his breathing was and the sound of faint rustling. His hand traced over his leather-covered hard on as he focused on the sound of your voice. You just giggled mischievously, loving the sound of him getting turned on. “I wanna feel you” he moaned out softly. “Me too,” you croaked out, feeling yourself twitch inside of your soaked panties.
Before you knew it, your phone was on your other pillow and two of your fingers were plunged inside of your wet heat. His hand was rubbing up and down his shaft as you let out soft moans. The thought of him fucking you and stretching you open drove you crazy. He grunted and groaned, listening to your every sound. “I love you,” he said with a shaky breath. “I love you too” you managed to moan out in response.
Your moans gradually became louder, and his groans became more frequent. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he came. You were surprised from how fast he came, you weren’t even halfway done. But you continued either way, needing to finish. He continued stroking anyways. “I need you to ride me so badly,” he grunted. “I wanna feel you inside of me” you whined. Your fingers curled and your body convulsed. You came, moaning loudly. This caused him to have another orgasm, hearing him grunting and groaning as you panted lightly from your orgasm.
You sat there debating on whether to cum again, your pussy was still wet yet you were somewhat tired. Oh well, he came twice as well. You started again, your pussy feeling almost numb but sensitive from your last orgasm. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes and imagine your fingers were his cock, your fingers plunging in and out of your hole faster at the thought. He was still masturbating, barely any noise coming out of him this time. As you were halfway done with your orgasm, you heard him cuss under his breath once again. “Fuck, I love you” he gasped out as he came. You giggled and kept going as he relaxed and regained composure.
It was hard to cum, your fingers sore. All you could do was moan and attempt to go faster. Dirty words and pleas spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably. “I feel so bad for continuing while you’re exhausted,” you say to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. Keep going” he muttered. You listened to him, your orgasm coming closer and closer. “What are you doing now?” You ask in curiosity for the last time. “Rubbing myself again while listening to you,” he responded. You let out a “hmm” noise as an ‘I understand’.
“I wanna suck on your clit so badly, make you cum in my mouth” he said slowly. For some reason, this threw you off of the edge. Your back arched and you came harder than ever before, crying out in pleasure. “Oh, slash, oh fuck,” is all that comes out of your mouth, cum & arousal flooding your fingers as it drips down onto the sheets. He chucked in enjoyment as he heard you gasp and cry out in pleasure. Afterwards, you both sat there in the aftershock. Your legs shaked yet you were still able to put on your pants. He agreed to put on his pants as well and laid back down afterwards.
“You mean so much to me baby,” he mutters out lovingly, his voice laced with exhaustion.
“You mean everything to me,” you mutter back out in response before rolling over and drifting off to sleep out of exhaustion.
The soft sun rested against my skin, gentle melodies drifting through the room. It was one of those mornings when I woke to the sound of Izzy playing his guitar — soft, unhurried. He was sitting on the corner of our bed, his hands drifting over the chords of the acoustic like they were made for it…
I eased myself out of the warm bed, and Izzy’s head lifted as soon as the sheets rustled. “Oh, sorry, love,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you… this hotel room’s way too small”.
A sleepy smile spread across my face. “That’s okay, baby. I don’t mind at all. Actually, it was really nice to be woken up to the sound of you playing,” I said softly, and he set his guitar aside, his eyes warm on me.
God, the way he held my gaze… it was as if the world had stopped. So full of life, so full of love, like every second of his past had been a countdown to me. I needed him. He needed me. And I knew, with a quiet certainty, that he was the one for me, the soul I was meant to find in this lifetime.
“Come to bed, hm ? I missed you…” I said, letting my eyes speak what words couldn’t. I longed for him in a way that went far beyond the physical, a hunger that reached into the deepest corners of our souls.
I didn’t have to ask twice. He leaned over me, our lips meeting, and I wrapped my legs around him. I wore the white, lacy nightgown he had chosen for me… he loved giving me things, and I loved wearing them, just for him.
“You look dreamy in this,” he said, and I closed my eyes as his lips met mine in a slow, lingering kiss. He trailed upward before drifting to my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
“My gorgeous girl,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. “You always smell so good.” He nestled closer, resting his head against my chest as I let out a slow breath, melting into the warmth of the moment.
His hands moved slowly over my thighs, gentle and careful, the way he handled his guitar earlier. It felt as if he were tracing invisible melodies across my skin — touching me the same way he touched the strings. Every motion was delicate, almost hesitant, like he was afraid that anything firmer might break me.
“My love… my precious bunny…” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against my stomach. A quiet whine slipped from me, and he smiled in that tender, almost shy way of his. He looked so beautiful like that — I could only hope he knew it.
My fingers slid through his hair, guiding him a little lower as a faint smile tugged at my lips. He caught on instantly, and a slow, confident smirk curved across his face. "Eager lil thing…" he grumbles, voice rough as his lips move lower. "So impatient for me already ?”
Without another word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing me to him. He presses a soft kiss to my clit before spreading my legs wider and settling between them. "Hold onto my hair if you need to," he murmurs against me.
He begins to feast on me, his tongue licking and sucking at my clit with increasing pressure and intensity. His fingers spread me open, allowing him better access as he buries his face between my legs. I know he could feel my hands gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer. He looked at me again while sucking on my clit.
“Oh God, right there,” I moan, the words slipping out before I can stop them. Heat floods my face and I instinctively clap a hand over my mouth. Izzy catches my wrist in one of his large hands, gentle but firm. “Let me hear those sounds, sweet thing.” He says softly.
I cum with a strangled cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. Izzy doesn't let up, his tongue continuing to lap at my sensitive clit until I’m begging him to stop. Finally, he pulls back, his face shiny with my juices. He looked so pretty like that, with my cum all over his lips. He licked them with a soft smile. He crawls up my body slowly, pressing gentle kisses along my stomach and breasts until he reaches my mouth. He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs against my lips. "You cum so pretty."
He nuzzles against my breasts, a quiet moan escaping him as my fingers thread through his hair. I breathe out softly. “Izzy… you always make me feel incredible. Thank you.”
He lifts his head just enough to look at me, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Why don’t we stay in bed all day, hmm ?” he murmurs. “Have a little more of this…” We both smile as the sheets rustle beneath us, the room sinking back into warm silence.
After teasing Slash in front of his band, Slash takes you to the restroom and shows you who's in charge.
(Public sex, piv, unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, mirror sex, use of the word daddy once)
It started out innocent, making stupid comments about him in front of his band. But with each joke, Slash got more and more embarrassed and hid behind his hat. The final one caused him to stand up and walk off to the bathroom. You followed him. "You think you can get away with that?" Slash frowned as he locked the bathroom door behind you.
"Get away with what?" You asked and adjusted your in the mirror. Slash groaned, gripped your hips, and turned you around firmly. "Teasing me out there in front of my band!" You giggled and shrugged, your hands falling to rest around his neck. "And? You liked it, don't deny it. Besides..what are you gonna do? We're in public." You spoke with a shit-eating grin.
"You really like testing my patience, don't you?" He muttered. Slash set his hat on the bathroom counter, pushed your hair out of the way, and began kissing your neck; licking and sucking on the flesh. Your breath hitched and your hands grabbed onto his tank top tightly. "Slash-" You breathed. "What? This is what you get for teasing me." He mumbled against your neck and bit down slightly, causing you to whine.
Your breathing was ragged as Slash continued to kiss and nip at your neck. "These things are in my way." He tsked as he pulled the straps of your dress off, revealing your bare breasts. "Didn't even wear a bra." Slash shook his head and groped your breasts; grabbing and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs and then pinching them.
"Mmh.." You whimpered and watched as he dipped his head down to kiss the bare skin. "You're so fucked. You know?" He laughed, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Your grip on his tanktop tightened, the fabric fisting in your hands.
"Gonna see how soaked you are," Slash spoke as his hands fell to your cunt and dragged his pointer and middle finger through your folds. "Shit, baby.." You whimpered and bucked against him. "I know, I know," Slash muttered and slipped his fingers in. His digits pumped in and out of your cunt making the familiar squelching noise each time he pushed in. His thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles, smearing the slick against you.
The sound of Slash's belt unbuckling sent shivers down your spine. You heard him pull his jeans down and his cock hit his belly with a small "thwack". He turned you around, the dress hiked up and pulled your panties to the side.
He smiled and ran his tip through your folds; smearing her slickness on him. You whimpered and pushed against him. "Please.." Slash raised an eyebrow and pushed the tip in slowly. He pushed in and out, teasing you. You whined, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
"Aw, gonna cry because I won't give you what you want?" He laughed. "Here." He mumbled and pushed inside. Your knuckles were white and gripping onto the counter. Each thrust sent you against the counter making you moan. You could see your mascara running down your cheeks, lips puffy, and Slash behind you panting with his head hung down low. He spanked you after a particularly hard thrust. "Ah! Slash!"
"Yeah? See how you're taking me like a slut?" He inquired, lips directly against your neck kissing and sucking to leave the purple bruises that you loved oh so much. "Daddy..oh, fuck!" You whimpered, cunt clenching around him as if you were trying to squeeze more of him in.
"Cmon, cum on my dick." He grunted as his fingers rubbed your clit in tight circles, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
Someone was banging on the bathroom door loudly, causing Slash and you to jump, he didn't stop thrusting. "In a minute!" He yelled to the person on the other side of the door.
You felt his hand covering your mouth, his dick hitting the spongy spot inside your pussy that made you see stars. The coil in your lower belly finally snapped, pussy spasming and sucking him in as you came all over him.
Slash was close behind, moaning in your ear and spewing praise about how good you did, balls drawing up tight as they slapped against your ass. Finally, he released inside you with a shuddering groan.
After he came inside you, he pulled out and stuffed himself back in his jeans. You pulled your dress back on, reaching for a paper towel before Slash grabbed your wrist. "Don't clean up. Keep it inside you." He spoke as he pocketed your panties, put his hat back on, and left the bathroom bar to go back to the table where their friends were.
