Feb 27, 2025
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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)
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.
Pamela Anderson:
phone sex
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.
𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲
Older Izzy (00s) x reader
18+ | Fluffy smut !
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…
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂
warning: this is my first time writing a smut fic so if I did something wrong or idk I'm sorry and also english is not my first lenguage so if it's sounds weird blame the translator not me 😭😭😭😭
It was no secret to anyone that you worked for Slash. Yes, you were his secretary, but the real secret was that you were dying for him. You weren’t in love—he just turned you on like no one else. You didn’t know if it was his eyes, his lips, his big hands, or that sculpted abdomen that drove you crazy, but every time you touched yourself, he was the one in your mind.
Obviously, you knew you couldn’t fuck him. He had a wife, kids, and the age difference was huge—you were 25, he was 60. There were a thousand reasons why it couldn’t happen, and to you, it was just another fantasy… until you never imagined it could come true.
You worked at Slash’s house because you had to organize events, concerts, interviews, and manage his personal affairs. You had a good relationship—after a few years working together, there was trust. The only problem was Meegan, his wife. That woman was unbearable: always giving you dirty looks, making out-of-place comments, and convincing Slash to cancel things that would greatly benefit his career. It was like she wanted Slash all to herself—and, being his wife, she partly was—but that made your blood boil.
Today you went to Slash’s house; as always, you had to arrange a couple of things because a hectic week of tours, interviews, and more was coming up. You arrived wearing a fitted white shirt, with a few buttons undone, tucked into a black pencil skirt that hugged your curves perfectly, and low heels. You had always had good taste in clothing and knew what looked good on you—you used that to your advantage, and it drove Meegan crazy.
As you entered the living room, she looked you up and down, analyzing you, searching for any flaw to throw in your face.
—“You’re pretty dressed up today, don’t you think?” she said in a reproachful tone.
—“No, I think I look pretty normal,” you replied with a small smile, not in the mood to argue, though you wouldn’t have minded.
—“Eh… where’s Slash?”
—“Why do you want him?”
—“What else? Work. I need to organize a few things with him.”
She gave you another scanning look and said:
—“He’s in the bedroom. I don’t think he’s woken up yet.”
You went upstairs to his room, knocked… silence. You knocked again—nothing. You carefully walked in and didn’t see him in bed. You turned around just in time to see him coming out of the bathroom, hair damp, a towel around his hips—so low you could see his happy trail. A thousand indecent images ran through your head. God, how could he look that good? You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him; he was everything you wanted. You stared for a moment until you realized what you were doing.
—“Oh, sorry. I knocked and no one answered, so I came in. Sorry,” you said, covering your eyes, pretending you didn’t want to see what was under that towel.
—“It’s fine, don’t worry. Just let me get changed, okay?”
—“Sure,” you said, stepping out of the room. God, that man was making you want him more and more. After a while, he opened the door and invited you to sit down to work, and you did.
—“So, what do we have this week?”
—“Quite a lot…”
After discussing the tour and interviews, Slash told you that in a few minutes, people from the production company and the press team would arrive to plan coverage. It wasn’t unusual for him to ask you to be present—he trusted you to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks and communication was clear.
You set up in the meeting room, reviewing papers and confirming calls while Slash talked with the newcomers. The atmosphere was professional, but every time he looked at you, you remembered the image from earlier—with the towel low on his hips and his damp hair.
At that moment, Meegan appeared, interrupting everything.
—“I suppose you’re all tired, so I brought you something to drink.”
—“Thanks, Meegan,” Slash said with a smile, and she gave him a small kiss on the lips that made you feel sick. She handed out the drinks, and when she got to you, she “accidentally” spilled hers on you, staining your white shirt.
—“Oops, sorry, sweetheart,” she said with fake concern, and the glint in her eyes told you she’d been planning that for a while.
—“It’s fine, whatever,” you said, quickly heading to the bathroom.
When you got there, you felt awful and didn’t even know why—you felt a mix of rage and helplessness. You were tired of Meegan’s mistreatment, and what bothered you most was that you couldn’t do anything about it.
You took off your shirt and began trying to scrub the stain out aggressively.
Of course, Slash saw all this—he noticed you weren’t okay and followed you, entering the bathroom just as you were shirtless.
—“Oh, sorry,” he said, averting his eyes from your chest—though it wasn’t easy.
—“No, don’t worry, it’s fine,” you said, putting the stained shirt back on.
—“I’m really sorry about what happened. You know how Meegan is, I’m truly sorry.”
—“No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault,” you said, annoyed.
—“No, it is my fault. I shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” he said, stepping closer and grabbing your arms, looking into your eyes. You looked down, trying to hide your anger, but he lifted your chin with a finger so you’d meet his gaze.
You stared at each other for a while without saying a word. His eyes dropped to your lips, and he leaned in closer, sharing the same breath, your lips brushing. The touch sent shivers through your body—you were about to kiss when someone knocked on the door, and you quickly pulled away, acting normal.
When you returned to the meeting, Slash, visibly uncomfortable, decided to wrap it up quickly. Once everyone left, he asked you to go to his office to review some documents he needed to sign before the tour. His office was on another floor, so you headed for the elevator together.
You stepped into the elevator. The silence was uncomfortable, heavy. The tension from earlier—when he saw you without your shirt and that almost-kiss—still hung in the air. Neither of you spoke; you both stared off, wishing the ride would end quickly… until the elevator made a couple of strange noises and stopped abruptly.
Now you and your boss were trapped. The air felt heavier, and the tension was unbearable.
—“It’s stuck,” Slash muttered calmly, though his eyes were already running over you.
—“No way… I’ll call the fire department,” you said, pulling out your phone—but there was no signal.
—“Shit, no service,” you said, frustrated.
He smirked, tilting his head.
—“Guess we’ll have to stay here alone… you and me.”
—“Yeah… I guess so,” you replied, swallowing hard.
He didn’t take his eyes off you—first your eyes, then your lips, then your neck… and then his gaze lowered more slowly, taking in every curve as if memorizing your body. He licked his lips, shameless.
You looked him over from head to toe, feeling a sudden rush of heat. You wanted him to come closer, to give you that kiss you felt he owed you.
He took a step toward you, closing the distance.
—“Honestly… now I understand why Meegan doesn’t like you.”
—“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” you asked, feigning curiosity but with a teasing tone.
—“Well…” he looked you over again, even slower this time—“Look at you… you’re a threat to men like me.”
—“A threat? Why would I be a threat to men like you?”
—“Because you’re beautiful, young… and wild. You’re everything I need. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were pure fire.”
His words left you speechless. Did he think of you the way you thought of him? Did he feel that same punch in the gut every time he saw you?
He came closer until his body brushed against yours. His hand went to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
—“Can I?” he whispered, his voice low and deep.
You nodded, biting your lower lip. He didn’t wait—he kissed you hard, hungrily, like he wanted to devour you. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the tense muscles under his clothes, while his lips gave you no respite.
His hands slid down, squeezing your ass and pulling you even closer until you felt his hard erection pressing against your leg.
He slowly lifted your skirt, letting the fabric sliding up your thighs turn you on even more. His hand slipped between your legs, brushing your panties, pressing two fingers right where you were already wet.
—“Already wet for me, huh?” he whispered with that smile of his that drove you insane.
He turned you around and bent you over against the elevator wall. He pulled your panties down slowly, as if savoring the sight of you exposed for him. You heard the sound of his zipper and felt him freeing his cock—thick, hot, the tip already wet.
He rested the head of his shaft at your entrance, rubbing slowly to make you gasp, before pushing in, filling you completely.
He started slow, letting you adjust to his size, but soon his thrusts grew deeper and faster, holding you firmly by the hips.
—“Oh… fuck…” you moaned, your breathing ragged.
His other hand found your clit, pressing and circling as he kept thrusting into you.
—“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?” he growled in your ear.
You only nodded, but he smacked your ass.
—“Answer me.”
—“Y-yes…” you whimpered.
He sped up, slamming deep, and it didn’t take long for you to come hard, your legs trembling, your body shuddering in pleasure. Feeling your orgasm, he growled and spilled inside you in hot spurts.
He stayed inside you for a few seconds, panting, before pulling out. You pulled your panties back up, straightened your skirt and shirt, trying to act normal. Just then, the elevator started moving again, and when the doors opened, the firefighters were there.
You both walked out as if nothing had happened… though you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
*cough cough* 2000s Izzy on a beach with a younger girlfriend *cough cough* smut *cough cough*
A/N: Now that classes are out I can write again! This is the longest fic I've ever written but I don't feel totally confident in it. Also, to anyone from Costa Rica, I really did try to figure out the geography, however, I absolutely suck at geography. I'm really sorry. Hope you all enjoy! (I'm also finally making a tag list so comment or dm me if you want to be added)
Cool Moonlight
warnings: my awful sense of geography, sexually explicit content, long-ish lead up to the smut, protected piv sex, some begging, some orgasm denial, voyerism mentioned, oral sex (f! receiving), vibrator used in sex, semi-public/public sex, lots of nipple stimulation, saliva, no use of y/n for reader
word count: 5.1k
It was a random Saturday. For you, Saturdays meant no work, no responsibilities and quality time with Izzy. When you woke up that morning you were alone. That itself was odd, you usually woke up with him holding you. Some mornings Izzy got up before you to get breakfast, but Izzy wasn't in the house at all which was abnormal. He had left a little note on the bedside table that read "Be back later. Love you."
You decided on opening the book you had been enjoying as of late; laying back down, you settled in while you waited for him to return from where he'd disappeared to.