Most of these will be pretty long. I like to put some soul in my writing, not just straight pwp + I write some soft smut, some hardcore smut. Just kinda depends on who it is and the mood I'm in.
Warning: kinky shit
Also, most of these smuts/imagine...
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~𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ~ Pᴜʀᴇ Sᴍᴜᴛ Warning!: SEX, language, daddy kink, choking, slight bdsm, and just overall very graphic HEY GUYS IT'S ME AND I'M SUPER SORRY IF THERE'S ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES, THEY WERE NOT INTENDED 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙸𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢😈 ~~~ I was a long-term friend of Slash. I practically lived at his house; I would be there pretty much everyday - even whenever he was fucking a groupie in the other room. I always knew that Slash was very sexual. But I had never been there with him. And if I'm being completely honest.. Deep down I always wondered what it was like to be with him in that sort of way. The girls that had been with him always came out of his room satisfied, so satisfied in fact it looked like they had fallen completely in love with him. But he always just brushed it off as "business", and I never questioned it. Never tried to, at least. Instead, I would tease him about just how much of a womanizer he really was. In fact, we always teased and flirted with each other, but never anything else... Well... so I thought...
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"Slash? I'm home!" I shouted as I entered the house with my keys. Yes, I had keys to his house. I was over so often that Slash gave me an extra set in case I needed or wanted to be there when he wasn't home. And also for safety reasons.
"Hey, asshole!" He shouted back from the living room. It was probably nine or ten o'clock.
I walked into the living room. He was watching some music video on MTV. "Hey, dipshit! What are up to?"
"Nothing.. I'm bored, Y/N." He whined, still watching the TV.
"Well, what am I supposed to do about that?" I asked and sat next to him.
He stayed silent.
"How come you aren't fucking some groupie?" I asked him, filling the silence and getting comfortable on the couch. It was weird - he hadn't had a groupie over in quite some time. I was actually starting to get worried about him.
"I'm just not really into that anymore." He said kind of shrugging it off but adding suspense to his words.
"Saul, are you ok?" I asked. He knew I was being serious when I called him that, but I was really getting worried about him. Did his dick fall off or something?
"Hold on. You're concerned that I'm not fucking a groupie right now?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you haven't in a while. It's been like a month since I've opened the door and there wasn't a fuck toy moaning at the top of her lungs."
He laughed hoarsely, but I was being serious. I would always try to sleep, but I couldn't because Slash and the girl didn't sound like they really gave a damn. Not until recently, I suppose.
"I'm just that good." He shrugged cockily, taking a sip of water. "But you probably won't have to worry about that for a while.."
Is he high or something? "What's gotten into you?" I asked and scooted closer to him. "Are you high on something?"
