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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.

But tonight you wanted to be held.

Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.

Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.

Carefully , you moved to him.

As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.

You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.

Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.

The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.

His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.

Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.

“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.

He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.

Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.

“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.

Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.

He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.

“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.

And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.

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gnrlove1987 · 2 years

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Axl Rose x Fem!Reader

1985

Things had been tense between Axl and you for the past 3 months. When you told him of the news, he was not happy, to say the least. Hoping to avoid a scene, you chose to tell him in a public place.

Nope, it didn't work. He blew up on you anyways.

When you told him you were pregnant at his favorite Italian spot, his first words were mired in disappointment when he sighed the word "fuck", as he laid his head in his hands. Then came the tantrum. He raised his voice at you in the restaurant as people started to turn their heads in your direction. You shielded your face in embarrassment as he continued to bitch about the unplanned situation. You got up from your chair and walked out of the restaurant to get away from him. The distance from him was short-lived though since he followed you out of the restaurant's revolving doors and to your shared car in the parking garage. You waited for him to unlock the car and ignored him as he listed all the many reasons why this was, in his words, "a fucking disaster". Once he unlocked the car doors, you both got in and he was quiet for a second. Then he turned to you. You were looking down so you wouldn't have to make eye contact with him.

He said, " You have no idea how much stress this puts on me".

You got angry at this and lifted your head back up to look him in the eyes, and retorted, "This is going to put more stress on me than it ever will on you! You act like I planned this!".

He didn't know how to respond since he knew it was true. It wasn't your fault. Both of you knew the two of you didn't really want to have this baby but you both also didn't want to consider the other options.

So, that led to now. You were five months along and with each sonogram appointment, all the previous frustration and regret about having a baby melted away for you. You were excited and even found yourself looking forward to your due date.

But, you and Axl barely spoke to each other, other than to say "sorry" if you accidentally bumped into each other in your and Axl's tiny studio apartment. The apartment that you and Axl had just barely been able to afford before you found out you were pregnant. You and Axl had been together for two years before this and had never seen times like this before; with 24-hour around-the-clock silent treatment. He always looked angry and you didn't know what to do. You contemplated ending things but you still loved him. He was never one to stay where he didn't want to be so you figured he must still love you too if he was still here. You held on but you didn't know if you could for much longer if things didn't change for the better soon.

You and Axl didn't have much time to invoke the silent treatment anyways because you both threw yourselves into work for the much-needed cash. He was either at work, rehearsal, or playing a gig with the guys. You took double shifts at the diner you were a waitress at, where your yellow polyester uniform was getting tighter with each month. He wasn't even able to go to any doctor appointments with you. He was that busy. You would hang the sonogram pictures on the fridge and hope he at least glanced at them from time to time. The news that the two of you would be having a baby girl was left on a note by the most recent ultrasound picture when you were on the way out the door to go to work and Axl was just getting home from a gig. He didn't mention anything about it, so your worries weren't eased.

But today, both of you had a rare day off with no gigs and no diner shifts, just the two of you sitting on the couch together in silence.

Three's Company was on as he sat with his cheek resting on his right hand that was placed on the couch arm as he stared on disinterestedly. He didn't even like the show. He had told you as much when you first started dating. But you didn't say anything and sat on the opposite end of the couch to give him ample room. You sat, looking at him in his white tank top and dark jeans, and longed for the days when you used to run your fingers through his strawberry blond hair.

Interrupting your thoughts was a weird, fluttering feeling in your abdomen. You sat straighter and placed your hand on your stomach when he noticed the weird expression on your face.

With a worried look on his face, he asked you, "Are you okay?"

"I think the baby's kicking" you replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, come feel!"

You gently grabbed his hand as he scooched closer to you and put his hand where you felt the baby move. He beamed with a smile that went from ear to ear as he felt his little girl moving for the very first time. Both of you looked the happiest you had in months.

Axl looked up from where his daughter was kicking and looked at the woman he loved smiling with a glowing aura. His smile fell as he remembered how cold he had been these past few months as he said,

" Hey, umm… I'm sorry for how I've been lately. I know I've been an asshole but I didn't mean to push you away".

You looked into his sparkling green eyes and knew he was sincere in his apology.

"It's okay. I know this is stressful for you. It's been stressful for me too. You've just seemed so unhappy the past 3 months, it felt like you didn't want me around. I know you don't want this baby, so I just wanted to give you the space I thought you wanted".

"That's not true.", he stated. "I do want her. I love you and I love her too. At first, I was upset, but after seeing her little pictures on the fridge, I can't wait to be her dad."

"Then why have you looked so miserable if you're happy to be having her?" you asked in puzzlement.

He exhaled as he revealed "I'm not miserable, I'm fucking terrified. We don't have the money to support a baby; to get her clothes, diapers, a crib, any of that shit. The band hasn't been signed, who knows if we're ever gonna fuckin' make it and I barely make enough from my manager job to pay for everything. I just wanna take care of my two girls and I can't. I feel like I'm failing."

You finally understood why he had been acting the way he had all these months. You hugged him tight and then pulled back to look him in the eyes as you said,

"This isn't all on your shoulders, you know. You're not alone in this. Plus, I have my waitress job."

He scoffed at this and he sarcastically retorted "Yeah, and are you still gonna be slinging hash in your ninth month? Or when she's a week old?"

The thought never occurred to you, so you answered honestly, "Well, yeah. I guess."

"I don't want that. You shouldn't have to be on your feet all day. You shouldn't have to work at all. You should just be able to focus on growing our baby."

He sat in silence for a minute as he thought. He then said," Maybe I should just quit the band and give up on the music stuff".

"Axl, no."

"I would have more time to get a real, better job."

"Axl, I'm not going to let you give up on your dream. The band is going to make it, you just have to give it time."

"We don't have time. She'll be here in four months and we're barely keeping our heads above water".

You took his hand in yours as you told him " Everything will work out. Things are gonna get better. By the time she's here, everything will be perfect."

He looked down, hopelessly.

You gave an assuring squeeze to his hand as you said "Trust me. It's all going to be okay".

You didn't really know if things would be okay, but you knew he needed the words of encouragement and hoped that the words would rub off on yourself as well. He pulled you in close and held you tight as he kissed the top of your head, both of you still worried but in a much better place than before.

1986

It had been three months since your talk with Axl and things had improved 100 times over. You both leaned on each other when the other was feeling down, trying to be optimistic for the other. You and he were back to how your relationship was before: loving and safe.

Now eight months along, your baby's arrival was fast approaching but you both were doing better financially too. You had gotten more tips thanks to customers who saw the bump with no wedding ring and thought you deserved some pity tips. You didn't care if the tips came from pity or not, you were just happy the extra money would help buy your daughter a pack of diapers or two. And Axl was getting more gigs than ever. Word had spread and Guns N Roses was the hottest band on the strip. It seemed to be a matter of time before they got signed.

Pooling your money together, the two of you had actually gathered enough to buy a second-hand crib and some baby clothes from a thrift shop that looked brand new.

It was Saturday night and instead of being at your boyfriend's gig, you were sleeping at home. The pregnancy fatigue was no joke and you realized Axl was right to question your ability to work at nine months. You weren't even nine months yet and you felt exhausted after a measly four-hour shift.

Fast asleep on the futon bed, you were awoken by Axl bounding into the house and kissing your face all over to wake you up.

"Sugar, wake up!!" he said.

You groaned and held your hands over your eyes after he turned on the lights.

He leaped on the bed and began to jump like an excited child.

"Axl, I'm trying to sleep. Are you drunk?"

"Only a little", he said as he smirked at you.

He stopped jumping and sat on the foot of the bed next to your legs. You opened your eyes and saw him sitting there, looking like an eager puppy.

"What's going on?" you suspiciously asked

"Here", he handed you a stack of papers.

"What is all this?"

"Look at it"

You tried to sit up as he helped you. You looked down and saw a lease for a small but beautiful house in a much nicer part of L.A.

"It's a two bedroom, so she can even have her own room" he proudly explained.

"Axl, this is really sweet but we can't afford this."

"Yes, we can."

Perplexed, you stared at him in confusion.

He then said proudly, "The band was officially signed tonight. All the paperwork is done so it's officially in the books. We got paid and everything!"

Ecstatic, you hugged him tight on the bed.

"Congratulations! I knew you would! I'm so proud of you! Baby, you did it!" You paused for a minute "I'm sorry I couldn't be there tonight."

"Don't apologize. You had more important things to do" he said as he placed his hand on your rounded bump.

You then looked confused as you asked " Wait, but doesn't it take a long time to be officially signed? How did it happen so fast?"

He gave a shy grin as he said "I didn't want to say anything until it was a sure thing. But, it's a sure thing now, honey. We can move into our new place as soon as tomorrow and you can quit your job. If you want to, that is."

"Axl, I can't believe it," you said in disbelief and happiness. You couldn't wipe the smile off your face even if you tried.

You didn't know how you got so lucky but you never failed to be grateful for being the waitress assigned to his station when he came in at 3 a.m for a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie two years ago. Now, you were having a baby together, his band was signed, and stardom was so close he could taste it.

A month later, you and Axl's baby girl was born and you all lived in your new two-bedroom house.

The family of three never went without ever again and money remained an issue firmly planted in the past.

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