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[unspeakabledigressions]

Me: Wow! You really used to write fan fiction, Grandma? What did you write about?

Grandma: Oh, it was for Star Trek. Just little stories about Kirk and Spock, you know?

Me:

[thebrokenpoetoflove]

Oh, You Wanna Play Psycho Killer?

M!GhostfacexF!Reader

WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat, noncon, kidnapping trope, dubcon, p in v smut, violence, knifeplay, bloodplay, cutting(light), blackmail, choking, humiliation, dom/sub trope, mentions of murder, death treats, dacryphilia, degradation, very degrading names!, veryy dark. seriously very dark take on noncon.

Happy October, everyone! I thought I'd post a story in honor of the spooky season for dark romance lovers. 🎃 Slow burn but heavy smut at the end!!! Let me know your thoughts on the writing/characters below <3

Two months. It's only been two months of me living here.

"We encourage everyone to stay at home tonight." The reporter's voice warbled from my old TV as my eyes stayed glued to the screen, unable to process the news.

"Sheriff Peterson has confirmed the news- three dead, and from the same type of attack."

A picture fills the screen- a man with a white ghost mask, staring into the camera from a shadowed alleyway.

"It is likely that he will claim more victims if he can." The noise seems to fade away as I lean back on my couch, the picture burning into my memory.

Two months of me living here, and a serial killer is out on the loose.

"Even if it's Halloween, it's guaranteed to be dangerous if you let your kids outside today, so make sure to buy candy now and...."

I stand up, leaving the living room and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm my nerves. I still had to work the night shift today. The haunted house was the only place hiring college students in this small town, and I was positive that my uptight manager would fire me if I didn't clock in- killer or no killer.

I checked my watch. Shit. I had to be there in ten. Ignoring the sinking feeling of dread in my stomach, I grabbed my keys and left the house, slamming the door in a rush.

Despite it being Halloween evening, the haunted house was emptier than it had been this entire October, which makes sense, given the brutal and violent killer lurking within the 7,280 people in this town. The thought made me nauseous. There were still a couple teenagers here, though. I did my best to entertainingly scare them, but I don't think my low pigtails and clown makeup really scare anyone. The costume made me look like a child. A frilly white skirt and tights, matched with a striped pink and white long sleeve that was too small on me. I felt like...well, a clown.

Nobody was here now except a couple of my coworkers talking in hushed tones up front. I grabbed my phone, and scrolled through notifications, bored. My manager, my dad, my old high school friend... and an unknown number. I tapped on it casually.

unknown number: you're gonna die tonight

My phone dropped from my hand.

I grabbed it immediately, my heart hammering in my ribcage. I quickly tapped my fingers on the keyboard.

me: who is this??? is this a prank?

A few seconds after I sent the message, I watched the text change from "delivered" to "read". Text bubbles showed up and my breathing stopped.

unknown number: you'll be the prettiest dead girl

unknown number: i'm gonna taste your blood

I reread the last message. My body was frozen. I think someone was calling my name. I just kept staring at it.

unknown number: respond to me

unknown number: dumb bitch.

I stared at the messages for a minute, speechless. I could hear my coworker calling from afar for me to get back into character, but I couldn't stop staring at my phone.

unknown number: oh i'll make this so much worse for you

unknown number: i'm going to rip your insides open

That did it for me. I bolted to the restroom and dialed 911, grabbing the wall for support as the phone rang. And rang. And rang. Finally, there was a click. I sighed a breath of relief. "Hello!?"

"Nobody's saving you from this." The low voice, dark and furious, sent sudden chills down my spine.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered.

A soft chuckle emanated from the phone.

"Dumb bitch."

The call ended, and I stared at the screen. Oh my god. Oh my god.

BOOM BOOM BOOM. I let out a terrified scream. Something was hitting the bathroom door. I was gonna die. Here. Now.

"Get the fuck out! We have a line of people waiting to enter and you aren't here!" It was my manager's voice- he was hitting the door. I gasped, so thankful I could cry. I tentatively stood up and opened the door.

His face was red with anger, scrunched up and ugly. He jabbed a finger on my shoulder. "You take one more break tonight, and I'll fire your ass." I nodded silently, controlling my breathing. I just couldn't think about it. Those messages. Maybe it's just a prank. If it's just a prank, I'd regret leaving and getting fired. Yes, I just need to get through tonight. Just get through tonight.

It was 9pm, and I was still scared shitless. I knew what to do. Go to the police as soon as possible, and stay at the station until I knew I was no longer in danger. I looked around the house. Halloween music blared, and the place was filled with loud laughter and friendly shrieks. A lot of kids showed up around 8pm, and working helped me forget about the threats, for a little bit of time.

I saw a group of masked teenagers making their way towards me, and I prepared myself to chase them until they left the hallway. (I do not get paid enough for this.)

It wasn't until they were close to me that I saw it.

In a swarm of people with colorful Halloween outfits and masks- oranges, greens, purples- one stood out. The image burned into my memory from earlier.

A white Ghostface mask.

I let out an audible squeak, widening my eyes.

The man was taller than the rest of the group. He stopped walking, as the group of others advanced to me. I stared at him, unable to move my body. The killer tilted his head, slowly. I dropped my eyes to his hands.

The sharp, gleaming knife in one of them.

I let out a small scream, backing up slowly.

"Woah, is she pretending to be afraid of us?" A teenage boy asked. "That's like, super abstract."

Ghostface started walking forwards, and I whipped around, shrieking as I began to run to the exit.

My feet slammed on the ground as tears slipped down my face. I was going to die. I was going to die.

I was at the final part of the path, feeling my white face paint dripping off my skin from the tears. Click, click. I stared up in confusion at the blinking lights. The LEDs started flickering in orange and purple, blackening the room in random bursts. I was about to turn the corner, when the house went completely dark. I whimpered, still hearing friendly laughs and screams from afar, faintly.

I started running in a random direction, but I couldn't make out the next turn of the deserted hallway. Where was I? I stood still. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. My heavy breaths were the only noise around me.

Click. The purple and orange bright lights flashed on again.

And right in front of me stood the masked killer, holding up a freshly red knife.

I screamed, or attempted to, as his large gloved hand covered my mouth. In a second, he slammed me roughly into the wall, my head hitting the cobweb decorations. His hand pushed into my face hard, and lifted his bloodied knife to my throat, leaning in.

"You don't like following directions, do you?" His voice was low and amused. He grabbed my neck and yanked my head back again, a sharp pain hitting my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, my tears reaching his glove.

"Aww," he muttered, scraping the knife down the side of my face. "Dead girl's crying." HIs breath was heavy under the mask. He was wearing a long black shirt- it hugged his figure, and I registered how much bigger he was in comparison to me. Stronger, taller, with arms twice the size of mine. I wasn't getting out of this alive.

"You've been a bad girl," he continued, his voice lower than before. "Not responding to those texts." The bloody knife pressed down on my neck, hard. I could smell copper and nearly threw up in my mouth.

"Like you have a choice." A dry laugh came from his mask. The knife travelled to the middle of my neck, and I closed my eyes again, a sob escaping my throat. "You think you have a choice? Huh?" He let go of his grip on my mouth and grabbed my hair, jerking my head up to reach his eyeline.

I couldn't say anything. I just shook my head "no" frantically, sobbing shamelessly.

"Yeah," he responded darkly. "That's right, you stupid whore." He dropped the knife to my waist, slowly trailing it down to my hipbone. My crying got louder. I just wanted him to end it already.

"Almost too pretty to waste," he murmured, staring at my hips. I hiccupped, looking at him with delirious confusion. The eyes of the mask met my gaze and he instantly flipped me around, shoving my face into the wall and getting terrifyingly close. I could feel his hips on mine, warm and strong, as he tightly gripped both of my arms with one hand. I cried in protest, which made him slam my body into the wall again. "I love those little noises you're making," he rasped. "I hope you'll sound just like that when my knife's inside of you."

"Please," I whispered. I don't know what I was even asking him for. He probably killed everyone in the house except for me. Maybe I was begging for a quick death.

"Please, what?" His voice sounded cruel, and the area between his hips was starting to feel weirdly hard, but I couldn't focus on anything except the pounding in my head.

"Please...Mr. Ghostface," I said softly, sniffling. I wanted to somehow reason, maybe talk him into letting me go. "I don't wanna die-" my voice broke, and I started sobbing again.

"Aww. Poor baby." His voice was thick with venom. "Maybe you should've responded to those texts then. Fucking cunt," he hissed. His knife pressed deeply into my hip, and I whined. "You think you can get your way? Huh?" Instantly, he slid the knife on my hip, making a thin cut on my skin. "Don't worry, I'll put that pretty body to good use when I'm done with you," he murmured in my ear. I knocked my head back, wincing from the pain of the cut. He let my arms go, and I sunk to the ground, weeping as I curled into a small ball.

"Look at me." He was commanding, and I weakly obliged, blinking tears from my eyes to see him. A strange part of me felt safe as he towered over me, looking down at my small body like predator with prey. It was the end.

A question bubbled from my mouth, before I could stop it. "Did you kill everyone here?"

He tilted his head. Paused. "Only the ones that didn't run."

I looked down at the dripping knife in his hand. The one that was now coated with some of my blood.

"Why me?" My eyes were closing from how tired I was- how much everything hurt. But everything was slower now. I wasn't afraid anymore. Ghostface squatted in front of me. He chuckled lowly while casually twirling the knife. He didn't say anything for a long minute. He just watched me, took in the blood tripping from my hipbone, the redness of my skin, the wet tears on my face.

"Beg."

"What?" I mumble, opening my eyes fully.

He stood up, boots pressing into my thighs, and carefully positioned the tip of the knife under my throat, making me stare up at him. "Beg. I might not kill you if you beg." His body was unmoving, the mask still making him expressionless.

A chance. To live.

I dropped my eyes, my lip trembling. "Please let me-"

"On your knees."

I furrowed my brows. Just a few hours ago, I had dignity. "But-'"

He dug the knife harder into me. "I'll slit your throat right now. I'd like that."

My eyes got watery again, and I think he inhaled at that. I slowly got up to my knees, putting my hands in my lap.

He cocked his head again. "There we go. Good girl." A part of me felt intensely ashamed, but it was this option or a violent death. If I could just run, maybe...

"Please. Let me live." My words were thick in my mouth.

"You made me mad." He grabbed my hair nonchalantly, pulling at my scalp. "Ignoring me. I think you deserve to get hurt for that."

I tried to steady my heart. How do I deal with this psycho?

"You were a bad girl." He paused and jerked my head up again, making me stare at that awful mask. "Say it."

I couldn't hide my physical repulsion to the request. Who asks someone to do that?

A sudden, stinging pain on my cheek. He had slapped me. Hard. "I told you to say it." His voice was growing more irritated.

He was really strong. I couldn't think. Numbly, I whispered, "I was a bad girl."

"Tell me you deserve to be hurt."

I choked on a cry. He hit me across the face again, and felt the knife scrape my jaw. "You should really learn to answer faster, bitch," he taunted, letting the knife drag on the opened flesh.

"I deserve to be hurt," I panted, my entire body shaking.

"You do," he murmured, letting the knife slide away from me as he leaned back. "And how do you think I should hurt you?" There was an underlying meaning to his tone...like he was waiting for something.

The weapon was farther from me now...so was he. His body was off of mine, and there was a gap between us that I could squeeze through. I stared at the exit hallway on our right. There would never be a right time. But now was my only chance. Flushed with adrenaline, I pushed myself off the ground and bolted towards the hallway as fast as I could. My feet hit the floorboards in a rhythm, and I urged my weak body to go faster.

Of course, he knew what I was trying to do. I was his entertainment. He wouldn't let me go. A part of me knew that.

I was halfway there before I felt his grasp on my shoulders, violently forcing me to the ground. I felt a hand close around my throat, choking my neck tightly. I grabbed at the air, and he stabbed the knife in the floorboard, right next to my arm. "Dumb fucking bitch," he gritted through his teeth. I felt him grabbing the flesh of my thigh roughly as he laid on top of me. His muscular body engulfed me. I couldn't move, or breathe...

"So stupid," he laughed breathlessly. His voice turned mean as he slammed my head down on the floor. "You're so fucking stupid." I felt him adjust in a strange way, only to see that he took off his glove, letting his bare hand continue travelling my thigh. "You can't escape me."

My vision got blurry, and he released my neck, letting me take a gasp of air .The glove was shoved in my mouth, and I nearly gagged on it, taking greedy breaths from my nose.

"You chose your punishment, then," he groaned in my ear, scraping his fingernails on my skin as he massaged my ass.

How strange. I almost forgot that this monster was a... man. He was heavy on top of me, tracing the cuts on my body and squeezing so tightly I whimpered at his grasp.

"Can't run away now, slut," he hissed, grabbing my tights and ripping them apart. My body was pinned completely. He pulled down my underwear, making a ragged breathing sound. I heard him let out a small laugh of disbelief.

"God, you fucking whore," Ghostface breathed. "You always get this wet for serial killers?" He shoved two large fingers inside of me, and I let out a cry. It was true. My body was taking him easily, and as he hit a spongey part deep inside of me, I could hear lewd sounds coming from inside me. I shook my head desperately, tears flowing from my eyes. He grabbed the leather glove from my mouth and hurled it to the side, a moan escaping my lips.

"No?" He said, pushing into me with more force. "Sounds like you like it." He went faster, and I covered my mouth, biting back the sounds. He grabbed my wrist and shoved my arm down, pinning it to my side. His breath got faster as he fucked me with his hand, and I felt a horrible, rising sensation in my body. He stopped, as if he knew I was close, taking his hand and putting it on his own body. I felt him press up against me, the hardness of his erection in his sweatpants. I suddenly felt very nervous.

He flipped me over, pulling his shirt off in a way that kept the mask on. "Look at me." His voice was unrecognizable, heavy with lust. "I need to see it hurt you."

A sick, depraved part of me...maybe wanted it too. He was so strong, and warm, and smelled good...if you ignored the blood. Oh god, there was blood on his arms. Splatters of it. People I might've worked with. Teenagers I might've seen.

I punched his chest, grunting with each throw as I tried to shimmy out from under him. But all the humor or amusement he had when he was making me beg for my life seemed to be gone. Saying nothing, he grabbed my hands and kept them on top of my head. It was so terrifying. Staring into the eyes of a mask.

"Don't make me kill you," he seethed, reaching behind us and pulling the knife from the wood. "This'll make you behave, huh?" He held it to my throat, and I stilled my body, my chest heaving from fear.

He pulled down his pants and boxers, his large dick hard, leaking precum. I shifted away, breathing faster. I couldn't take that. Literally, physically, it would tear me apart.

"No, wait. No-" I whimpered. He leaned forward and shoved himself inside of me.

I suddenly remembered what he texted me.

"I'm going to rip your insides open."

I guess that was interpretative.

My cries of pain were matched with his shaky groans as he pushed his cock inside again, hitting a deep part of me. I felt the knife digging into my throat as he grabbed my breast from under the shirt, scratching my skin with his nails. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his entire body weighing over mine as he started thrusting. His head jerked upwards and I could see the brief outline of a sharp jawline. He slammed his hand down and grabbed my hip, pushing my body onto him. The knife moved on my skin as his thrusts quickened, and he tightened his grip on my hipbone.

"You're so lucky," he grunted. "So lucky you're such a pretty whore. You'd be dead if you weren't so useful." his slams into me got harder, and I screamed.

"Please. It really hurts," I whined. My eyes felt watery, but tearing up hurt my eye sockets at this point.

Ghostface started going faster at those words. "Oh, yeah? It hurts?"

I yelped as our skin smacked, his pace making me feel lightheaded. "Y-yes." I should know not to tell a sadist something hurts. He continued thrusting, relentlessly, stabbing the knife down in the floor again and using both of his hands to bruise my hips as he lifted me and deepened the position.

I wailed, covering my face with my hands.

"You gonna cry?"

I shook my head stubbornly, although I knew I felt warm tears leaking down my palms.

"Fucking baby." He grabbed my arms and pinned them again, slowing down. "Cry for me."

I turned my head, trying not to see him. Trying not to show him. With his other hand, he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him, doing that stupid head tilt again. "C'mon, baby. Cry."

My lips trembled and I closed my eyes. A sharp, painful slap on my face. "I told you to fucking cry," he said viciously, and I couldn't take it anymore. A sob broke out, and I felt the tears start rolling down my face uncontrollably. He nodded slowly, a small laugh coming from his mask. "Good girl." "Yeah," he murmured, slamming his hips into mine again. "Good girl."

His hips pistoned inside of me over and over again, as sobs ran my throat sore. He kept staring at my face, at the way I cried, and his thrusts got more sporadic. He dropped onto my body again, groaning in my ear. "I'll keep you for a little longer, dead girl." The cold plastic of the mask touched my cheek as he grabbed onto my waist, quickening the movement of his cock. His breath got quick, the slap of his hips loud and sloppy. "Oh, god," he gasped, speeding up until I saw black spots in the sky. "Fuck, you're such a perfect, fucking whore," he groaned, pushing down on me and moving my entire body to his pleasure. "I'm-" his head jerked back as he slammed into me one last time, moaning lowly.

I took a shaky breath, feeling the warm, oozing sensation inside of me. I was strangely relaxed. I was probably going to die now. He stayed like that for some time, warming me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I stayed still as I felt his body separate from mine, and the sound of fabric rustling.

I felt a gentle hand on my arm. I opened my eyes, and he was fully dressed. He wasn't saying anything.

He made me stand up, and he carefully pulled my tights up. I could still feel his...remains inside of me, making my underwear sticky. I slightly retched. While gripping my arm, he leaned down and grabbed the knife sticking out of the floor. I felt so tired. I think I could hear the sound of police sirens in the background.

I looked at the man in the mask again. He was so tall, and big. He didn't need a knife to kill me. Just his hands. I knew it was time. I wasn't useful to him anymore. Not alive, at least. I stared at the dried up blood on the knife.

He made a small, breathy sound. Like a laugh. "No. Not yet." His voice was like a purr he flipped me again, covering my face with his other hand. "I'm not getting rid of you yet."

Something about the way he covered my mouth and nose made me feel so sleepy. The way his glove smelled like some type of far away cologne. I blinked, slowly, hearing his breathing. Like a lullaby. I closed my eyes completely, letting the darkness take me.

The words echoed in my mind as I lost consciousness.

"I'm not getting rid of you yet."

Hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you guys want a Part 2

[thriftedflannel]

finding out most people actually imagine themselves as one of the participating parties when reading m/m was jarring to say the least, because I've spent the whole of my slashfic career doing this:

[novice-crow]

How else are you supposed to use a typewriter if not to honor the foremothers with a Star Trek slash fic?

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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.

[crue-n-roses]

A drunk escape

summary: Slash’s otherwise very responsible girlfriend parties a little too hard with the band one night and has to be helped to bed by him. However, it turns out to be no easy task for the once-sober Slash.

paring: Slash x Reader

warnings: fluff, drunk flirting, maybe a bit corny

word count: 6.6k words

(Not proof read! English isnt my first language, so bear with me)

This is my first fic ever!! Its really long, im sorry

You and Slash had been together for a little over a year now. You were what he would call a gift from God. You were a sweet, beautiful and attentive young woman, who always looked after him. You were way more down to earth than him and any of his bandmates were, and that was just what he needed in his life. Since you two started dating, he had cut down on both his drug and alcohol addictions. Still, when he got too drunk, you were always there to make sure he got back to bed alive. And when he woke up the next morning, you were there too, making sure he would wake up again. 

It was late in the hotel lobby. A low light and a quiet atmosphere. Then came a thud against one of the doors. Slash fumbling with the hotel key, trying to open the door to your room while also having to hold an arm around you so you wouldn't slip. You had been out partying with the rest of the band, but things had gotten a little out of hand. In the time you and Slash had been together, he had never seen you this drunk. And the wildest thing was, he was actually close to sober. 

He got the door open and was now trying to get you to bed. But that turned out to be no easy task since you kept moving and saying incomprehensible things.

“Baby, It's time to sleep. You need it.” He tried saying in a calm voice and he laid you down on the bed.

“Noooo Slaaaaaaash… I don’t wannaaa… I'm not even finished yet. The guys-... They’re waiting for me…” You mumbled in a slurry kind of protest.

Slash let out a heavy sigh as soon as he heard you protest. He already knew you were gonna put his patience to a test, but he knew he had to remain cool for you. He kept his soft grip on your waist to keep you on the bed instead of letting you get up and walk away.

“They can wait Baby. You need to rest. You’re so drunk Sweetheart, you’re in no condition to stay awake anymore.”

"I'm not drunk! And you don’t tell me what to do. I'm going. They’re wondering where I am… And I'm being hidden.. Stop hiding meeeee! This isn’t hide and seek.” You mumbled pretty drunkenly as you managed to sit up in the bed and fought to get to the door.

Slash groaned before quickly catching you around the waist and hauling you back into bed with surprise ease, though carefully, making sure he didn’t hurt you.

“Jesus Christ woman-” He pinned you gently under him, leaning down with a stern look, but with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “This ain’t hide and seek, huh? Then what are we playing? Drunk tag? Because lemme tell ya-” He tapped your nose lightly. “you’re it, and you lost. Game’s over.”

His tone was teasing but firm. He wasn’t letting you move an inch. “Now stay put before I tie you to this bed.” He arched a brow and smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I will tempt you!” You argued, not even sure what it meant. You weren’t really in your right mind. “You don’t get to change the game. And I’m not even playing tag, so you lost. And third… You can’t even.. like, tie me to the bed.” You said firmly but it turned more into a mumble. You were fumbling with your words and there was no real connection to them.

Slash chuckled in amusement at your drunken attempt to argue. You were making absolutely no sense. He smirked. “Oh Yeah?” He grinned, his grip on your waist tightened as he leaned in close to your face. “You really wanna challenge me on that Sweetheart?” He asked in a low murmur. His dark brown eyes gleamed with playful challenge.

You then started making a plan in your head. It was genius. And it started with getting him to believe you were surrendering.

“No…” You said in a low defeated voice so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

He suppressed a grin of triumph at your supposed surrender. He had to admit that your little act was pretty impressive, considering how drunk you were. “That’s what I thought.” He said in a low voice.

“So, are you gonna cooperate and stay right here on this bed like a good girl?"

You bit your cheek to hide a smile at the nickname he gave you. You nodded slowly under his gaze.

The guitarist couldn't help a smirk as he watched you bite your cheek, clearly satisfied with your obedience.

"Good girl," he murmured huskily, his dark eyes drinking you in. Despite the current circumstances, he couldn't deny just how hot you looked when you were at his mercy, even if the reason was simply because you were drunk and stubborn.

"Now stay still. No more arguing or trying to leave this bed, got it?"

You just stared into his eyes that were right above you. You couldn’t deny how handsome he looked above you. You cradled his cheeks in your palms and pulled him to your lips. Your one hand buried itself in his big curls.

Slash let out a low moan against your lips as you buried your hand in his curls. The unexpected action surprised him momentarily. His grip on your hip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing your lips apart. He could feel the alcohol on your breath, but he didn't care. He was intoxicated by you.

He pulled back only slightly, his voice a deep rumble. "Babygirl, you're not making this easier for me."

“I’m sorry…” You said in a low voice with a smile. Your mind was kinda spinning.

“I just love you so much. Sometimes I just wanna eat you… You’re so gorgeous…” You mumbled with a hint of serious attraction, while caressing his temple with your nails.

Slash let out a rough chuckle, his dark eyes practically smoldering as he gazed down at you, half amused, half unbearably turned on by your drunken honesty.

"Fuck, Baby," he mumbled, nuzzling against your palm as your nails grazed his temple. "You can't just say shit like that when I'm trying to be responsible."

"I love you too Baby. But right now? You’re killing me." His thumb traced your lower lip teasingly. "And no eatin’ me till you sober up."

You made an exaggerated pouty face.

“You’re no fun.” You mumbled.

Slash couldn't help but laugh at your exaggerated pouty face. You were adorable even when drunk as hell. He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head with a hint of amused irritation. 

"Damn it, baby. I'm trying to be a responsible boyfriend right now, you gotta stop doing that pouting thing with your lips. You have any idea what it does to me?"

He gently pinched your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, tugging playfully.

“You know what…? I think you’re good at being responsible… yeah…” You mumbled drunkenly.

“And now that you’re so good… you could maybe get me some water?…. And-… my hair ties? They’re like in the bottom of my makeup bag.” You started going off. This was all part of your genius plan. And it seemed like he trusted you blindly.

Slash narrowed his eyes slightly, studying your face for any hint of duplicity, but all he saw was your adorable, drunken sincerity. He sighed heavily, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Alright, fine," he muttered, giving your hip one last squeeze before pushing himself up. "But if I come back and you're not right where I left you, I swear to god-"

He pointed a finger at you warningly, already heading toward the bathroom to grab the water and your hair ties.

"-you're gonna regret it."

But even as he turned away, he couldn't help the small smirk on his lips. Drunk you was trouble. And he loved it.

You bit your lip sneakily. You saw him disappear into the bedroom and heard him grab your makeup bag. It was big, messy and unorganised, and you already knew you had no hair ties in it. 

You quietly got off the bed and sneaked to the door. Silently you opened it and stepped out. The second you were out, you just ran. No idea planned from there.

You ran down the hallway and banged desperately on the doors you knew. Steven’s, Izzy’s Duff’s and Axl’s. Just waiting to see who would open it while you were tripping in the hallway.

“Guys! Guys! You better open one of these fucking doors!!” You pleaded desperately in a drunk voice. 

Luckily none of them were asleep.They were used to partying till all hours, so they were all still awake, hanging out and drinking in their hotel suite. They were startled by the sudden banging on their doors and your desperate demand.

Steven, Duff, and Axl exchanged a look of confusion before getting up and opening the door, peering out into the hallway to see you standing there, clearly not in your right mind.

"What the hell are you doing, girl?" Duff exclaimed, looking you up and down with a mix of surprise and concern.

“You better let me in right now. I’m so fucked… Let me in-“ You pleaded drunkenly with a stupid smile, while tripping in the hallway looking down towards your room.

The guys watched you wobble in the hallway, clearly drunk off your ass. They exchanged worried glances before opening the door wider, letting you in.

"Jesus, girl, you're a mess," Axl said, ushering you into the suite.

Steven grinned at your drunk condition. "What the hell are you doing out there by yourself? Where's Slash?"

“In the room…” You giggled mischievously in a cute drunk voice. Luckily they found it just as funny as you did. 

The guys burst out laughing, shaking their heads in disbelief as you giggled. Your drunken mischief was too damn entertaining.

"Ohhhh, shit," Duff grinned, slapping the table. "You ran from Slash? Oh, you are bold tonight."

Axl smirked, pushing a chair out for you. "Well, you’re here now, might as well join us." he pointed his beer bottle at you playfully.

The guys were used to you, and all the chaos that came with you, so they didn't hesitate to welcome you in their poker game. It certainly wouldn't be a boring night now. Even though you always were the responsible one, you were never down for a wild night.

The game was on, but so was the clock. And Slash was absolutely going to lose his damn mind within a short time.

Out from the bathroom came Izzy walking towards the poker table. Duff got you a drink of some kind. Probably full of vodka.

“IZZYYYY. You’re here too!” You exclaimed in a drunken laugh.

Izzy raised a brow at your loud exclamation, amused by your drunken state as he took in the scene. He leaned against the table, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah, I'm here too, Princess." He replied with a hint of sarcasm, nudging you teasingly. "You seem to be havin' a good time."

The guys watched in amusement as you seemed to get more and more buzzed. This was going to be interesting.

“I am actually.” You said and took a big sip of the drink with too much alcohol. That was probably the last thing you should be drinking right now.

You watched the guys continue their poker game, while being totally out of your mind.

The guys exchanged amused glances as you took another big sip of your drink, knowing damn well you were past your limit. They continued with the game, but all of them kept an eye on you, mainly to ensure you didn't do anything stupid, but also because your drunk antics were hilarious.

Steven leaned back in his seat, taking a drag from his cigarette before speaking up.

"Damn, girl. I don't think you should be drinking anymore. You're pretty wasted already."

“Mr. Popcorn, you’re supposed to be on my side!” You argued in a drunken giggle.

Steven snorted at the nickname, shaking his head with a grin.

"Oh, Mr. Popcorn is suddenly responsible for you now?" He shot a playful glance at Duff and Axl, who were already smirking. "Nah, nah, I ain’t babysitting. That’s Slash’s job."

Axl chuckled, leaning forward. "And trust me, he ain’t gonna be happy when he finds you."

Duff raised his glass. "Bottoms up, before he does."

They were not helping.

You just did as told. Bottoms up. Not a good idea probably. But just as you finished, you heard a knock. More like a banging actually. Your eyes widened and you tried holding back a laugh.

The knock, or banging, was aggressive and deliberate. The entire doorframe practically shook with each pound of Slash's fist. The guys froze mid-laugh, exchanging glances.

"Uh-oh." Steven muttered under his breath.

Axl smirked, swirling his drink. "Well, well... looks like the fun police are here."

The banging came again, louder, followed by Slash's unmistakable irritated voice.

"Open the goddamn door."

You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles, this was not gonna end well.

“Don’t tell on me!” You whispered in a drunk giggle, as you stumbled over to the bed to hide. While Duff got up to open the door.

Duff chuckled under his breath before opening the door, slowly, just to piss Slash off further. The guitarist stood there, arms crossed, dark curls wild and eyes burning with irritation.

"Where is she?" he insisted.

"Who?" Duff asked innocently while shrugging.

He was actually going to try to pull it off. While you hid behind the bed, trying not to breathe too loud or giggle.

Slash narrowed his eyes at Duff, not buying his act for even a millisecond.

"Don't bullshit me, I know she's in there."

He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, his gaze scanning the suite impatiently. The guys held their breaths, trying not to laugh.

“Y/N? We haven't seen her since you guys left the bar.” Duff tried to convince him, while looking back at the others that just nodded in agreement.

Slash's irritation only grew as the guys tried to play dumb. He could see right through their bullshit, and he knew they were covering for you. His eyes scanned the room again, his gaze flickering to every goddamn corner.

"Cut the crap, you guys know exactly where she is."

He took a step forward, his irritation turning into flat-out frustration. These clowns were really testing his patience.

Meanwhile, you were doing a terrible job of keeping quiet from behind the damn bed.

And it didn’t take long before he actually found you. And he was here to bring you back. No debate. Luckily he wasn’t really in a bad mood, he just wanted to sound serious.

As Slash caught sight of you attempting, and failing to hide behind the bed, he let out a low, exasperated sigh. He had to hand it to you, you were dedicated. But he was more than a little pissed at your little stunt.

He walked over and grabbed your arm, hauling you up from behind the bed with a firm yet gentle grip. You were drunk, yes, but he knew better than to handle you forcefully.

"You're coming with me, darling. Now."

“Oh hi… Are you also here? How fun…” You began in a drunken voice.

He rolled his eyes, fighting back a smirk at your drunken greeting. Even when you were wasted, you were so damn adorable and that only pissed him off further.

"You're a goddamn menace, you know that?" He pulled you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady.

He shot dagger looks at the guys, who were trying and failing to hold in their laughter.

“I did not. You wanna join our game?” You asked with a smile towards the poker game. 

Slash didn’t bother to respond to your question. He just rolled his eyes and hoisted you over his shoulder in one smooth motion, your legs kicking slightly as he adjusted his grip.

"Nope. We’re leaving," He muttered, ignoring your drunken protests.

The guys erupted into laughter, raising their drinks in salute as Slash carried you through the room like a sack of potatoes.

You yelped as he hoisted you over his shoulder. You protested lightly with my hands.

“Guys help… don’t let him take me… help meee..!!” You called the others from his shoulder.

The guys put on their innocence, hiding their grins behind their poker cards. They all shook their heads in mock helplessness, though the gleam in their eyes showed their amusement.

"Ah, sorry Doll" Duff chuckled. "We can't interfere. Just gonna have to accept your fate."

Steven nodded sternly. "Yep, we're staying out of this one." He smirked

Dammit. These clowns weren't gonna save you.

“Nooo no no no… I'm not done playing… Steven you little piece of-…” You protested drunkenly, as you grabbed the side of the door frame while laying on his shoulder.

Slash sighed irritably, but still had to admit you were cute as hell with your drunken antics. He tried to pull you along, but you were clinging to the doorframe for dear life.

"Goddammit, you stubborn little…" He muttered under his breath.

The guys just watched with amused grins, watching your little struggle unfold.

Steven raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Looks like you have your hands full there, Slash."

“Put me down! I promise to walk… Get me down and I’ll be good…” You lightly hit his back.

Slash let out an exasperated sigh, considering your offer. He had half a mind to just carry you out of there like a damn caveman, but he was also running out of patience dealing with your drunken antics. He rolled his eyes before finally giving in.

"Fine. If you promise to behave."

He put you down, carefully, still holding you steady with his hands on your hips. He looked down at you with a mix of annoyance and affection, eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I’ll just say goodnight alright?-“ And then you turned around slowly towards the table they sat at, before you quickly sat into a sprint. Took the first glass you could (which was Steven’s) and bottomed it, before in a swift motion moving on to the next one (Axl’s). Then you were stopped.

Slash reacted instantly. He quickly appeared behind you and hooked his arm around your waist, yanking you back against him with a frustrated growl. The remaining whiskey in Axl’s glass sloshed wildly as you were abruptly cut off.

"Oh, no you fucking don’t."

The guys erupted into laughter, Duff nearly falling out of his chair at your failed escape attempt. Slash spun you around to face him, grip firm on your shoulders as he glared down at you, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

"That was your idea of ‘being good’?" He asked unexpressive.

Steven clutched his now-empty glass in mock outrage. "Hey! That was mine!"

Slash shot him a look before scooping you up, properly this time, bridal-style and headed for the door without another word.

Now it was really game over.

“Karma!” You snickered at Steven with a drunken grin.

“Good niiiight!…..” You drunkenly shouted at them, while getting carried out.

The guys cracked up at your drunken remark, calling out after you as you were carried out by a very exasperated Slash.

"Good night, princess!"

Duff let out an amused sigh, shaking his head. "She's a menace."

Steven nodded, still pouting over his stolen drink. "No kidding."

You clinched around Slash’s neck and held yourself close to his chest while he walked down the hallway. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling cutely. At this point you were so drunk that you thought everything was funny.

Slash couldn't help the way his grip tightened around you just slightly, your giggles vibrating against his chest, your fingers clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to the earth. He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.

"Damn, you're wasted," He muttered, voice gruff but fond as he carried you down the hallway.

You nuzzled against his shoulder, still giggling like a mischievous kid who got away with something.

He brought you to the bed in our room. He gently sat you down and you swayed a bit, trying to stabilize your vision. You giggled again.

Slash knelt in front of you, holding your waist to steady you as you swayed. His expression was stern but his touch was gentle, always gentle with you, even when you were being a brat.

"Alright, Superstar," He grumbled, tugging off your shoes one by one. "You're done for the night."

He glanced up at you, watching the way your drunken grin refused to fade, and sighed.

“You’re done for the night.” You repeated in a cute mocking tone.

It was usually you who told him when he had had enough.

Slash rolled his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time, but couldn't keep the amused glint out of them when you parroted his words back at him.

"Don't even start Doll." He warned, though his tone lacked any real heat.

He removed your second shoe, setting it aside before looking back up at you, his hands resting on your thighs.

"You know you're a mess, right?"

“Maybe…” You replied in a low voice with a cute smile.

“But I’m your mess… aren’t you lucky?”

He couldn't hold back a huff of laughter at your cockiness. Even drunk and stubborn, you were damn cute. He shook his head in mild exasperation, yet there was a fondness in his eyes.

"Lucky's one word for it." He murmured wryly, his hands sliding from your thighs to your waist. "Idiot is another."

You scrunched your nose and smiled, while leaning your forehead down toward his. You held your hands on his cheeks under his big curly hair that usually covers most of them. You were swaying a bit so you tried to steady yourself by holding him.

Slash exhaled sharply through his nose as your forehead pressed against his, your fingers cradling his cheeks beneath his unruly curls. His hands instinctively tightened on your waist, steadying you, anchoring you.

He let out a quiet sigh, his gaze flickering over your face, studying your drunken features. You were a mess, but you were his mess, and he knew he'd rather deal with your drunk ass than spend a night without you.

"Sweetheart…" he muttered, his voice gruff but tender. "You're gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning."

You giggled and shook your head.

“I don’t do headaches…” You said.

Slash let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head slightly. Careful not to disrupt your forehead-to-forehead contact.

"Yeah? Well, you’re about to learn." He murmured, tone dripping with amused resignation.

His thumbs traced slow circles on your hips. He knew damn well you’d be whining about your head by sunrise, and he’d be there, nursing you through it. Just like you always did for him.

"Now lay down before you pass out sittin’ up."

You rolled your eyes and groaned at him and fell back onto the bed. You began to take off your tights, skirt and shirt. Not without a bit of struggle.

“I need a shiiiirt…..” You whined in a tired voice. You often slept in one of his shirts.

Slash chuckled at your stubborn little groan and the way you struggled to undress yourself in your current state.You were like a lost puppy when you were drunk, always craving his shirts to sleep in. Something about it just made him feel so damn proud, knowing you wanted his scent on you even in your sleep.

"Alright, hold your horses Sweetheart."

He rummaged through his duffel bag and pulled out a worn-in black band t-shirt, tossing it towards you.

You managed to put the shirt on. It was one of his old Ramones T-shirts. It smelled like him. A big smile appeared on your lips as you got comfortable in it.

Slash couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched you get tangled in his shirt, your drunken clumsiness making the whole task take ten times longer than usual. But you looked so cute in his clothes, breathing in his scent like it was air.

"Better?" He asked gruffly, watching you nuzzle into his shirt. The sight was so cute he almost forgot he was supposed to be pissed at you for getting so wasted and running away.

“Mmmm” You hummed in agreement.

“But it would be much better if I had you on me too.” You turned over with a stupid drunken smile. You were so wasted that nothing you said was pure. Probably wasn’t the best time to act super horny. Luckily Slash knew better.

Slash was fighting back another smirk as he watched you turn over and make that little request in your cute, drunken state. He knew you had no filter when you were like this, you said and did whatever the damn hell you wanted.

He exhaled deeply, shaking his head and trying to maintain some sort of stern expression, though his eyes betrayed his amusement. Slash knew better than to give in to your drunken advances, but he was also a sucker for you, drunk or not.

"You're in no condition for that kind of activities at the moment Sweetheart."

“Slaaaashhh…” You moaned.

“You’re always drunk anyways… what’s the differenceeeee…. I just want yoooou….” You whined in a petulant and self-pity tone.

Slash groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the sound you made damn near tested his decision. He had to remind himself that you were way too drunk for any of that right now.

"Baby, listen to me." He said firmly, crouching beside the bed and cupping your face in his hands. "I don’t touch you when you're like this. That ain't how this works." His voice was stern, but his thumbs brushed gently over your cheeks.

He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead before pulling back. "Sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

You pouted your lips as he pulled back. You looked at him with needy and big eyes.

Ever since you started dating, he’d gotten a whole new respect for women. Especially for you. He wouldn’t do anything or let anyone hurt you. You knew he had changed over the years, but you didn’t know that he did it for and because of you.

“I don’t wanna talk tomorrow. Why do you decide how it works…?”

Slash grunted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Your drunkenly adorable expression was making it damn hard to ignore his urges. But he couldn't. He had to be the rational one right now, even if he was tempted by the needy look on your face.

"Cause I'm the one with the sober mind right now." He retorted bluntly. "And I ain't gonna take advantage of you when you're this damn wasted. It's not happening Sweetheart."

“I’m not wasted!” You protested.

“Just get to bed with meeee. I can’t sleep alone…” You moaned.

Slash snorted at your denial. You clearly had no clue how far gone you were. Slurring the hell out of your words and pouting like a goddamn puppy.

He shook his head firmly, resisting your attempts to manipulate him into joining you in bed. "Bullshit. You're drunk off your ass." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'll survive without me for one night Princess."

“What-?!” You whined. You didn’t understand what he was saying. This was both your bed.

He didn’t really mean what he was saying, he was just planning to wait until you had fallen asleep, before going to bed.

Slash sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face in frustration. He knew damn well you were gonna throw a goddamn fit. You didn't handle being denied very well even when you were sober. And when you were piss-ass drunk like this?

He looked back at you, his stubbornness meeting yours head on.  "You heard me. You're sleeping alone tonight, Princess." He repeated firmly, a hint of finality in his voice.

Your brows frowned as you looked up at him. You turned around and stumbled out of the bed. With a small thump, you sat down on the floor with your arms crossed.

“If you’re not sleeping on the bed, then I’m not either.” You protested.

Slash pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated with your stubborn ass. He couldn't help but shake his head as you plopped yourself onto the floor, still pouting like a damn kid who didn't want to go to bed without her toy.

He sighed, crouching down in front of you. "Jesus Christ, you're so damn childish when you're drunk." He muttered, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair out of your face.

You kept your frown as you looked at him. His touch was soft and you loved it to your bones.

“I’m not! I’m just being reasonable.” You mumbled.

Slash let out a rough chuckle, shaking his head at your absurd statement. "Reasonable?" he repeated. "Baby, you're sitting on the floor pouting like a kid who got their candy stolen."

He didn't miss the way you leaned into his touch though. No matter how stubbornly annoyed you were, you still sought out his affection. He shook his head, trying to suppress a smirk.

His thumb traced your lower lip, tugging it gently, half playful, half exasperated. "Now get your ass back in bed before I make you."

“But Slaa-Aash!” You protested. You usually weren't hard to please, but right now was something else. You loved having him around you as much as possible and loved his affection, so being told to sleep alone wasn’t something you wanted.

Slash couldn't help the smirk that finally broke through his stern exterior. Your whiny protest sounded like music to his damn ears, he could practically hear the pout in your voice. He knew you loved his affection, loved being near him. But damn it, he couldn't give in right now. Nope, he had to be the reasonable one tonight, even if your drunken stubbornness was testing his damn patience.

"Stop arguing, Doll." He grumbled, trying to ignore the way your lip was still caught in the grasp of his thumb.

“If you don’t want to sleep with me, then I guess I’ll just walk right into the other room. I’m sure there’s lots of options-” You stated drunkenly. You didn’t even talk about fucking, you just wanted to sleep beside someone. Preferably Slash, but right now that option seemed hard to get. Therefore you just briefed the idea of going into the room with the rest of the band, and sleep with one of them.

Luckily he took it pretty lightly, as he knew I was drunk bluffing.

Slash's smirk grew into a full-on scoff as he heard your threat. Of course, you were testing him, and he damn well knew it. You weren't seriously gonna go to another member's room and share a bed with them, but he wouldn't put it past you when you were drunk off your ass.

He growled, grabbing you by your hips and plopping you onto the bed again. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart. Especially not to the other room."

You whined as he lifted you onto the bed again. He plopped you down on the bed and you looked up at him with a drunken smile.

“You’re not going anywhere either.” You bit my lip as you grabbed his shirt and tugged him down to the bed.

Slash groaned as you tugged him down, his willpower crumbling fast, but he still resisted, bracing his hands on either side of you.

"Fuck, Baby." He muttered, hovering over you with a mix of exasperation and undeniable hunger. "You're playing dirty."

He knew he should pull away, but your fingers gripping his shirt, that drunken smirk, his resolve was weakening by the second.

"Fine." He growled, finally giving in. "But we're sleeping." He emphasized, rolling onto his side and pulling you against him before you could argue.

And that was that, even if he knew you'd try something again in about five minutes.

You had a huge smile on your lips as he finally gave in. You felt his arm pull you in against him and his warm body. You turned to face him with a grin. Your cheeks were heavily blushed from the alcohol.

Slash sighed deeply as you turned to face him with that goddamn grin. He could feel the heat radiating off your flushed cheeks, see the alcohol-induced sparkle in your eyes. He knew this wouldn’t end well, you were too drunk, too handsy, and too damn insistent, but fuck it, he was weak for you.

He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, keeping you pressed against him as he leveled you with a stern look.

"Close your eyes, Trouble." He muttered, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "Sleep. Now."

Not that he expected you to listen.

“Isn’t it a little hot in all that clothes?” You asked him, referring to his clothes that he hadn’t got the chance to change out of.

Slash rolled his eyes at your statement, he knew exactly what you were getting at. Your drunken attempts at flirting were cute as hell, but he wasn't about to give in that easily. He'd already caved when he let you talk him into falling into bed with you instead of sleeping on the damn floor. He wasn't gonna give you more than that, no matter how much those eyes tempted him.

"I'm fine.” He replied curtly, even though his leather jeans did suddenly feel tight as hell.

“I won’t look, I promise!” You giggled as you covered your eyes with your hands.

Slash exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head at your ridiculous antics. Even with your hands covering your eyes, he could still see that stupidly cute grin peeking through your fingers, and he knew you'd peek the second he started undressing.

He grunted in resignation, sitting up and quickly pulling off his shirt.

"Fine." He snorted, reluctantly untying his jeans and pulling them off.

And as he knew you would, you peeked through your fingers the entire time. You bit your lip in a smile as you saw him undress. He had a nice body with a beautiful tan that matched his dark curls. Luckily he was wearing boxers under his leather pants today.

Slash caught your peeking instantly, shooting you an unimpressed glare as he tossed his leather pants aside. "So much for not looking, huh?" He grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched, you weren’t slick, but he couldn’t stay mad at your drunk, shameless ass.

He settled back onto the bed, pulling you against his bare chest with a sigh. His dark curls were messy from the night’s chaos, his skin still warm from the lingering heat of the leather, his muscles solid under your touch, and he knew damn well you were enjoying the hell out of it.

"Now sleep." He muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Before I change my mind about being nice."

You couldn’t hold back the huge smile you had on your lips as you felt his warm bare body against yours. You turned over to look at him. His face was surrounded by his dark curls.

His fingers traced absent, lazy patterns along your spine, his dark eyes studying you despite his grumpy act.

"You’re lookin’ at me like I’m dessert." He muttered, brows lifting.

Which, okay, maybe you were. But in your defense, he was really hot.

"You gonna stare all night?" He added, voice rough with amusement. "Or sleep like I told you to?"

You let out a low cute giggle. “I think you’d make a good dessert.”

Slash snorted, shaking his head at your drunken flirtations.

"Yeah?" He murmured, voice low and rough with amusement. "Well, tonight’s menu is closed."

But despite the playful threat, his fingers remained gentle as they traced up your spine. Soothing, lulling you further into drowsiness.

You weren't even aware that he was lulling you into drowsiness.

“Awe… I would have liked to taste it…” You muttered.

Slash exhaled sharply, half a groan, half a laugh, as your words tested his already fraying patience. Your drunken flirting was dangerous, especially when you mumbled shit like that.

"You’re this close-" He muttered, holding up his thumb and forefinger a hair’s width apart. "-to losing your dessert privileges indefinitely."

But even as he said it, his hand slid back into your hair, fingers massaging your scalp, just enough to lull you further toward sleep. He knew damn well you were too drunk to stay awake much longer.

“Noooo… I don’t wanna lose that..” You whined but with no real anger.

You moved your way up to his face and held yourself centimeters from him.

Slash exhaled deeply as you moved closer, your lips a dangerous distance from his. He knew exactly what you were doing, you were testing his patience. And it was working.

He gripped your hip instinctively, thumb rubbing slow yet firm circles into your skin. His dark curls fell into his eyes, his warm breath against your mouth as he looked down at you, trying damn hard not to take the bait.

"Yeah?" He murmured, his voice low and rough with barely-restrained desire. "Then stop pushing your damn luck."

“No thank you.” You mumbled as you slowly moved his hair out of his face and gently closed the gap between you two. It wasn’t deep or anything. It was slow and gentle. A little unstable because of your state. But he kept soothingly caressing your spine and scalp.

Slash groaned as you closed the gap. Damn, he really was a sucker for your touch, even when you were drunk like this. He knew what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop you. Not when you were being so goddamn needy, and not when your lips tasted so damn sweet.

But his plan of lulling you into drowsiness finally seemed to have worked. You had a hard time opening your eyes fully again, and you slumbered into his neck as you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck.

Slash exhaled sharply as you nestled into him, your soft lips grazing his neck in lazy, drowsy kisses. He let out a quiet chuckle. You were finally succumbing to sleep, and thank god for that, because if you kept this up much longer, his self-control wouldn't have lasted.

He tightened his arm around you, his fingers threading gently through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Took you long enough." He muttered under his breath, pressing a quiet kiss to your forehead before settling in beside you.

“Mmm I’m not sleeping…” You managed to mumble in a state between being awake and in deep sleep.

Slash smirked, watching your eyelids flutter. Your words barely coherent as sleep pulled you under. He pressed another slow kiss to your forehead, fingers still tangled in your hair.

"Yeah, sure you're not." He murmured, voice thick with amusement.

Within seconds, your breathing evened out. Finally. Finally giving in to exhaustion. Slash exhaled in relief, shaking his head fondly before settling beside you.

"Told you," he muttered to no one in particular, draping an arm over your waist.

And just like that: You were out cold in his arms.

[k1ttycemetery]

🦄₊˚⊹ ᰔ ‘’ OH WEE, I LIKE MY HORSE, MY PONY MY HORSE! ‘’ – THE BEAST X FEM!READER – SMUT & FLUFF

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4117 words.

SUMMARY: ‘’ Riding, riding, riding around on my little white pony that’s how we get down! ‘’

TAGS/WARNINGS: no plot straight porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, mask kink, monsterfucking, blood play, riding, established relationships, womb fucking, breeding, praise kink, pet names, squirting, cum inflation, daddy kink, hair pulling, anal play, cnc, aftercare!

A/N: hihi! Ik it’s been a fat minute since i posted, i wanna apologize because i’ve struggled with some monster writers block + finals week slaughtered me.. Im trying to get back to writing and doing requests, just give me time babies <3

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

‘’mmphmm! ooah–’’ 

Huff, huff,, huff–

You were currently face down against the old factory concrete floor with your ass allll the way up in the air, knees bent, face crushed against the concrete as a hulking 7 '4 giant kneeled behind you. Greedy hands palming your thick ass as he growled and snarled against his welder's mask. Using your completely raw and purple cheeks as leverage as he rammed you back on his throbbing monster cock that was latched onto your womb, ‘’aahh.. ahhh, uhhhgh!’’ you wanted your big boy to breed you so bad oh my godddd.. The way his thick curved cock carved you out so perfectly, hauling his absolutely chubby shaft perfectly into your tiny hole that had been perfectly trained and stretched out just for him. ♡

He was so good at fucking you, it was like he climbed ancient mountains to learn just how to please you. Every time you two had sex he hammered you so good you couldn’t help but to squirt so hard on him you gave him a crystal shower. Your body jiggled and moved like an ocean’s waves, hypnotizing the poor beast with how smooth your body flowed with every thrust. He moved like a well oiled machine to keep plugging you up with every thick and chunky liter of his potent cum, your belly was heavy and sloshing from how many liters he’s already pumped you full with. He was like a bear, trying to feed your hungry cunt every last drop for winter so you could be all fat and happy. The thunderous claps of his thick hips slapping against your well loved ass filling the dry air as he held you down in a yoruichi pose. Stretched out like a kitty cat, ass all the way up in the air, on your tippy toes, your upper half squished firmly against the floor and arms stretched out. The cold floor stimulating your nipples and making you twitch as he dragged his cock innnnn and outtttt..

Folds soaked and stretched around his thick base, his large breeder balls smacking your clit like it was intentionally bullying you. Every dark and thick pubic hair attached to that man’s pelvis kept sticking to your sloppy cunt, adding to the almost painful stimulus that kept burning your nerves to a crisp. ‘’D–Daddyy ♡!’’ You wailed out as that thick gloved hand came prowling down onto your tender ass. Spanking you so hard every spank knocked tears out of you, ‘’1! Hic 2! hic 3–!’’ He didn’t even need to verbalize anything, he had you trained like a pavlovian dog. Every time he spanked you knew he wanted you to count, you just subconsciously did it because of how he conditioned you to do it every time without fail. In return? Your reward? Those fat fucking hips slamming into you like a train wreck, gyrating his hips roughly to burn the nerves in your puffy clit as his other hand went to your hair and tugged it back. Making your neck crane, using it as a rein like you were a pony to fuck you so hard you just uncontrollably squirted down his length. Warm squirt plowing out of your well-used cunt as it splashed all over the floor, making the stained concrete floor even more slippery. 

Your wet thighs quivered violently as his hand spread open your swollen cheeks, slipping his thick & long index finger into your tight ass as he used the rest of his fingers to grip your fat. Making you roll back into his plowing, him fingering your ass just made you squirt harder. Pussy threatening to push him out as you thrashed around, screaming bloody murder. Your hand abandoned its place on the floor and went to your clit, using your palm to rub the whole thing as your hips had a mind of their own. Using his hips like a trampoline as you bounced back on his dummy thick cock trying to breach your cervix so he could properly breed your womb like you needed it too. ♡

His finger moved quicker in your tight hole, curling around the smooth flesh as his loud grunts and animalistic groans bellowed out like a crocodile's mating call. His back arching so he could angle his thrusts juuusttt right to viciously bully his gargantuan shaft right into a tender spot that had your life flashing before your eyes. ‘’A–Ah! Fuck!’’ You squealed, head swinging low as he hit your g-spot and a sensitive spot in your ass at the same time. It was like a little control button for you that made your body equivalent to jello. Your fingers moved quicker on your clit, trying the hardest to knock another brain melting orgasm out. Rubs turned into urgent slaps which caused your hips to jump against him, his thick thumb swirled in your hole as his cock kept brutally humiliating your poor pussy. You were so slick and wet it was globbing down your thighs and hanging from your folds, dripping into small pools on the floor. You probably looked so stupid and silly writhing on that nasty floor, hair in your face as you desperately slapped your abused cunt. You had zero rhythm, your brain was too foggy and had the consistency of melted ice cream. 

The beast grumbled behind you, his hulking breaths that almost sounded like a bull huffing and puffing from behind his welders mask as his eyes were glued to his thick cock punching in and out of you. Thumb rimming the shit outta you till you saw blue, his huge thighs shifted to straddle your ass better as he tried to hammer down on your womb. Trying to get through your cervix that had not yet faltered its defenses. ‘’a–ah! ah!’’ You wailed out as his cock and thumb popped right out of your body, he watched in pure awe as you squirted him out with a slick POP! Both holes pulsing and fluttering as a fountain of clear squirt splattered out from your abused flesh onto the floor, almost having the pressure as a pressure washer as your thighs trembled. The cutest little gasps and hiccups escaping you as he watched his creampie’s drip from you. His large hand that was covered in your juices came up and spread open your folds. Watching your small stretched hole clench around nothing and sputter out cum.

You panted and heaved for your life, eyes shut as you tried to overcome the violent aftershocks that felt like being electrocuted. His hands gently gripped around your bruised welt covered hips and dragged you back towards him. Wincing in pain from the welts and friction blisters all over your ass and hips as he adjusted you to sit on his lap facing you. Holding you close and letting you ride it out–Yeah no, he just used his tip to torture you. Not sticking it in at all, just letting it bump your pulsing hole that was trying to catch him. Your shaky arms wrapped around his heaving shoulders for stability as you grinded against his angry cockhead, resting your head against his in a loving gesture that he gladly reciprocated as he smothered his shaft in your juices. His poor head was all fuzzy from you whimpering in his ear, his fingers gripping around your soft flesh harder as he tried to restrain himself from just shoving it back in. 

Till you sank down on his cock, whimpering loudly in his ear like a fawn bleating as you sank back down with embarrassing ease on that fat monster cock. Your head lolling forward as your tongue licked a column of rough skin, your hips made haste in treating him like a horse. Forcing him to pump his cock inside you at a vigorous pace as his thighs trembled. Knees scraping against the concrete floor as his hand reached into your hair and tugged back. Watching your fucked out & cock drunk expression, the furrowed brows, half lidded eyes that were slowly becoming crossed, the way those perfect lips gaped like a fish as your thighs squeezed his torso. Swiveling your hips to stimulate your clit against his rough skin and wet pubic hair, ‘’haaa–dadddyy!’’ 

The beast’s vision was all blurry, his almost asthmatic sounding pants and grunts got more animalistic as his other arm wrapped tightly around your lower back helped you ride him like a Charbray bull. You were milking him to literal shame. His balls were tightening up like a taut bow as his heavy chest violently rose and fell. ‘’A–AH!’’ You yelped as your whole body jolted up, eyes widening as his big tip pressed into your cervix. He stopped completely once he realized what he just hit, but he didn’t stop. He released your hair as both arms wrapped tight around you. One around your lower back the other on your upper, keeping you in a bear hug as he aggressively threw his hips up. Panting with pure determination and desperation as his tip painfully slowly stretched past that tight wall. ‘’F–FUCK! U,UH! WAITWAIT!’’ You screamed, thrashing against him was completely useless as he kept going. The stretch was beyond painful, and had tears streaming down your face. With a devastating pop he was fully sheathed in your cervix, he didn’t even wait for you to get used to it before pumping into you violently. Chasing his orgasm as he used you as a fucktoy, your brain was just empty. Blue screened, sent back to the factory settings. Your eyes were so rolled back he could see every vein in the whites of your eyes as he brutally pulverized your pussy into mush.

Your hands gripped that disgusting fur coat of his, palming the wet bloody fur as the stupidest high pitched noises came from your voice box. The bump on your belly bulged obscenely, skin forming a lump on your lower abdomen as loud squeaks escaped you. You sounded like one of those squeaky pigs, loud and high pitched from how hard he was going. It was a rouughh stretch that you never seemed to accommodate because he was making it physically impossible. His large arms squeezed around your torso, crushing your ribs and knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

‘’Uhh.. Uh!’’ 

God your throat was burning, every inch of you felt like you had been smothered in gasoline. His dick was so goddamn good it had you speaking animalese, rambling and babbling over basic sentences that even a toddler couldn’t fuck up. He was absolutely obliterating your pussy, filthy squelches that sounded like a wet sponge being thrown full force into a concrete wall filled the air your strawberry–No, cherry ass was slamming violently down against his burly pelvis as he tried his hardest to drain any red blood from you and fill it up with his cum. Is it pink? No it’s white from how much he’s mindlessly dumping into you to prove how much he adores you. His thick arms flexed violently, taut muscles strangling you as he kept dragging you down like a fleshlight.

‘’Hhppfff–Gnngh..’’ Came from that rusty welders mask, you were driving this monster up the wall and then some. His poor brain that was once focused on hatred of the younger generation and brutally tearing someone's jaw from their skull to trying to ruin your cervix, his large hands were trembling against your body. Digits flexing around you, groping your soft body. Making bruises the size of a baseball all over you, you could feel him swelling in you–He was about to pop your pussy like a damn grape.

His thrusts got quicker and deeper, and somehow–Meaner. Big ol’ thighs clenching hard beneath you as he chased his orgasm. You could hear his rough growls getting louder and louder, every growl was broken up by a sharp intake for air. Like he was feining for oxygen from how hard he was going.

‘’O–OH FUCK! AH!’’ You squeaked out when he came for the…Well probably the 30th time in your spent pussy. His hips slapped against yours as he gave himself a few stuttering pumps as you felt warm and thick cum fill your belly. Your belly was thicker than before–a lot thicker because of him constantly filling you up like a Dutch oven. He didn’t pull out, he stayed slotted deep. His hips gave little pathetic grinds against you as weak little pumps of cum came leaking out of his exhausted tip. His head tiredly came forward and nuzzled against yours, a deep groan of satisfaction and love coming from deep in his throat. His grip on your body softened, rubbing what dark purple and red pools he made all over your body. Trying to soothe the ache from them, you were absolutely dumbstruck. Still going through the violent aftershocks and your walls wouldn’t stop milking him in a poor excuse for more despite him fattening you up like a cookie. He made sure your legs were nice and tight around him as he stood up, carrying you gently back to one of the abandoned storage rooms he made your bedroom.

[wishiwasyourgirl44]

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