#axl rose imagine

[ovlxo]

Golden Brown - Axl Rose x Reader

Warnings: Explicit drug use, descriptions of needles and veins, SMUT. Minors DNI

The party had finally started to die down, it was just the guys, their girls for the night, Axl and yourself.

“We’re heading to bed, you can finish mine.” Slash mumbled, throwing an arm around his girlfriend and passing the dish of white powder to Izzy. Izzy quickly hoovered the lines before his tongue disappeared into the mouth of a groupie. 

“Comin’ to bed, sugar?” Axl whispers tipsily into your ear.

“Please.” He pulls you up from off the couch, you both say your good nights to deaf ears as Izzy is tongue deep and Duff and Steven are scrunched in corners with their own entertainment. 

As you pass Slash’s bedroom, you know he’s having a good time as mutual moans seep through. 

Axl quickly strips to his boxers and throws himself down on the bed, enjoying his head rush from the whiskey. 

“I need to relax, baby. Do you mind?” Axl pulls out a small black box, smirking, inside is a tourniquet, five needles and some brown powder.

“Whatever you need, Ax.” You wink at him, pulling on one of his band tees before tripping over your own feet onto the bed, the vodka finally catching up with you as you feel your head spin. 

“Careful, baby!” Axl reaches out to soften your fall before pulling out the bag. 

“I’m okay, just a little too many of Duffs’ measures.” You giggle, gazing up at the plaster patchwork ceiling. 

Axl looked deep in thought, before turning his soft gaze to you.

“Do you… want some?” He turns the now melting spoon toward you.

Your stomach drops, the question you’d been dreading since you met the band, you knew they were all into something and you’d watched Axl shoot up countless times, but he’d never asked you to do it. 

“I don’t know, Ax. I’ve only ever smoked weed before. I’m too nervous.” You bit your lip, smiling at him. 

“You’re safe with me, I won’t let you get out of control, baby.” He strokes your jawline, gazing into your eyes before filling the syringe with golden brown liquid. 

You felt like your soul left your body as you parted your lips to answer.

“You go first, I wanna see what you do.” A grin splits his face as he reaches for the tourniquet. 

Axl proceeds to walk you through each step as he shoots himself up. He falls back on the bed as he releases the tie on his arm. 

A flutter of anxiety runs through your brain, chest and stomach all at the same time as he pushes the box towards you. 

“Your turn, sweetheart.” He smiles, already riding his high with his eyes closed. 

You reach for the bag of powder, pressing it before scooping some out onto the spoon. Realising your really don’t know what you’re doing, you stop. Axl opens his eyes slightly and reaches towards you. “C’mere, you’re not overdosing on me, baby.” He takes the spoon away from you and tips half the powder back into the bag. He corrects the dose, and melts the powder for you. Slowly handing you the tourniquet and a full syringe of the same concoction that had him in a euphoric state. 

Attempting to tie the tourniquet around your arm with one hand, Axl can see you’re nervous and struggling and giggles. You push the tourniquet back toward him. 

“Do it for me, baby. I’m too new to this.” You cover your face with the hand not holding the needle. 

“Sure thing baby, Slash did me the first time, we all start somewhere.” He winks at you.

“This might feel a little gross, but keep still, I have to find your vein.” He ties the tourniquet tightly around your upper arm and begins tapping at your inner elbow. You feel your arm begin to beat in sync with your heart as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. 

“Pass me the needle baby, just keep breathing.” His deep voice soothes you as you slowly open your eyes and hand him the needle. 

His finger lifts from pinching your vein and the needle slides in, blood infecting the syrupy substance. 

“When I untie this, you’ll feel a rush, don’t panic, just lay back with me.” His eyes hooded as he gently removes the needle from your vein and his fingers play with the tie. 

“I will do, take it off.” You smile up at him, just wanting to be rid of the beating sensation in your arm. 

Suddenly, the room moves in slow motion as you feel Axl pull you down on the bed, but you don’t stop at the mattress you sink beneath it, through the floor, to the underground and beyond. 

“Feels good, right baby?” You hear a whisper from far away as your head suddenly feels like it’s at the top of a rollercoaster drop. 

“Kiss me, Axl.” You hear yourself speak, but you can’t see anything around you, you can just feel the energy next to you. 

Suddenly his lips are on yours, his weight pressing on top of you and your brought back in the room, the edges fuzzy as if the threat of a migraine is on the way, but you can’t deny the euphoric feeling, as if you’re on the edge and enjoying the throws of an orgasm simultaneously. It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had, your tongues dance together, enjoying the peak of your synchronised high. 

You look into each others eyes, a shared smile as Axl begins exploring your body. 

Everything feels both a lot softer and a lot more intense. As Axl massages your breasts, his hands feel like pillows but the pinching of your nipples feels like metal clamps. The biting only turns your arousal up ten-fold. 

“I wanna taste you, sugar.” He whispers in your ear as he makes his way down your body with kisses. The former plaster patchwork ceiling is an array of colours and flashes. 

You feel a wave of pleasure as you finally catch your boyfriends words disjointedly. 

“Mmm Axl…” you find your fingers in his hair, the red locks kissing your fingers and snaking their way around your hands. 

He slides down your body, happy to find you’d already taken care of your underwear. His tongue delves between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. You’re both on the edge of orgasm and numb to the pleasure as all of the euphoria is currently taking place in your head. 

His fingers shock you back reality as he pushes two inside of you, curling up towards your sweet spot as he continues his assault with his tongue. Your stomach fills with knots waiting to explode as your hips buck towards his mouth. Axl moves with your body as your writhe beneath him. Slowly coming down from your heroin high and jumping straight back onto ecstasy as he continues to massage you exactly where you need him to. 

“You feel so good, baby.” Axl growls between licks and you feel the knots threaten to un-do at his very words.

“Axl, I’m… so close.” You gasp as the pleasure overtakes your body and you shout his name once more. Completely losing yourself to his actions. This doesn’t slow Axl down as he draws your orgasm out, feeling each tremor and tasting your nectar. 

You feel like you could live in this moment forever. 

As you slowly ride your high till the bitter end, Axl slides back up your body, beginning to come down with you. 

You rest your head on his chest, his heart hammering away. At that moment, you knew you loved him. He strokes your hair and kisses your head gently. 

“So, would you like some more, sugar?” He whispers with a satisfied smile. 

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[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

summary: what are childhood friends-to-lovers for, if not protecting you from your already shitty relationship? word count: 3.196k trigger warning: poorly written details, swearing, mentions of domestic violence, smoking, make-out, i forgot izzy out from the whole oneshot sorry 😭😭😭

the party was on, y/n didn't even know how she and his boyfriend got there. in los angeles, house parties were really common between teens and young adults, and who was y/n to deny a good night?

she and his boyfriend, richard wasn't that good since weeks, when y/n began to go to her childhood friend's, axl and his band, the guns n' roses's rehearsals. at first, he bragged about her not cleaning and cooking when he got home, despite she had a job too, but now, it was full-on jealousy about the band and the guys. at this point, y/n didn't even know why she hold onto the relationship, but it was good to belong to someone than being alone in a big town like los angeles.

"are you gonna hang with those fuckers?" richard asked from her as they went to the door. shaking her head, y/n sniffled annoyed.

"why are you thinking this?"

"because you looked like you planned on it." he answered, opening the door. y/n shrugged her shoulders, looking for the guys.

"you know, i didn't even think about it until you mentioned. but if you insist so much, then maybe i'll do a threesome with axl and slash-" she couldn't even end her sentence as he held her arm, turning her to himself and pulling her close to his face.

"watch out for what you say, bitch! or you can go under the bridge, understand?"

y/n shook his hand off, pointing at him with a stern look.

"fucking stop this, okay? i hope you drink so much that you can't go home."

"you bet." richard said, going to the half-empty bottles to get wasted. it was time to search for her friends, her real friends.

"y/n, sweetheart! hello!" she found steve, hugging him. he was talking with some guys with a drink in his hand.

"good evening, stevie. where are the others?"

"why, am i not good enough for you?" she tried to say something, but steve shook his head, laughing. "i get it, chill. duff just went off with a girl, slash got smack, so i don't know if he's talkative, izzy... i don't know where the fuck he is, but axl said he waited for you."

"axl?" y/n furrowed her eyebrows, making steve snicker and nod.

"yeah. so go search for him for a quickie, until your asshole boyfriend doesn't come after you." steve added, making y/n slap his shoulder as she began to search for axl.

"he's not an asshole."

"if you say so..."

grabbing a bottle, y/n waved to some people she thought she knew, looking for the redhead. she and axl both has born in indiana, she lived on the downside of the street he lived in. once when they were fourteen, axl got in a fight at night with a couple other kids, and y/n helped him with knocking them in the head with a pan. from that moment, axl and y/n often hung out, but when axl got away, y/n tried everything to get to where he was; he called her from los angeles, and in the dead of the night, y/n got on a bus and never went back to indiana. they met each other when y/n was babysitting to get some money, and then she worked in a restaurant as a waitress. she didn't know, but somehow it felt like with axl that she was home; it could be indiana or los angeles, but when she was sitting next to axl and watching tv or sleeping beside him, it felt like she did this always. but of course, she was too afraid to tell this to axl, she knew that boy-girl friendships always went down when the other confessed. she was with richard just to fill up the hole in her heart, and it was cruel, but it was the truth. and knowing this truth, she felt more miserable than ever.

axl was nowhere, and y/n got annoyed at the thought that she was too desperate to talk and party with him. deciding to light a cigarette, she went outside so she could air her head out a little bit. opening the door of the terrace, she banged the door after herself.

"fucking richard..." she muttered, leaning to the handrail.

"hey, princess."

turning her head, she noticed her friend, sitting in the shadow, on the couch that probably has seen better days. smiling, her heartbeat got faster; they saw each other two days ago, but he was as handsome and angelic like always. she was the one who cut axl's bangs before he got arrested the fist time, but when he began to grow is hair, and let it to be long and silky, she fell in love more and more. she couldn't even count the times he sat between her legs, watching the telly while lightning a cigarette and letting her play with his locks. the urge to kiss his head was the strongest, but she even lifted up a strand of hair and kissed it while he was deep into the plot of the show.

"hey, axl!" she wanted to say 'i searched you everywhere', but it was too risky.

"sit down, angel." he patted the place beside himself, and who was y/n to deny it? sitting down, she turned to him. "what's up? i haven't seen you since two days."

"did you miss me, axie?"

"i always miss good company." it warmed her heart, but not enough to believe that he said it like she wanted him to mean.

"that's why you just sat here alone, in a dark corner you like to crawl in?"

"maybe i was waiting for some cool faces to pop up."

she didn't wanted to be just some cool face. she wanted to be the 'best' face, the one that axl thought about why isn't she here, the one people you always search for in a big crowd. or the one you get away from a party when it ends, to wash off each other's makeup and lie down on the bed to sleep in each other's arms.

"bet. well, i'm fine, working, going out... something like this."

"and richard? what's up with richard?" it was a cardinal topic between them; sure she talked with the rest of the band about it too, but axl could blow up just from her, telling that they were fighting.

"what's up with him? he's okay, we're okay."

"did you two fight?" axl lined up, tossing the ash from his cigarette he was blowing. why did he care so much?

"why? axl, what's up? let's talk about something else."

"nothing, i was just thinking about things."

"nah, then tell me. your thoughts are always interesting."

"are you mocking me now, angel?" the way he said angel seriously did things to her. y/n dreamed about axl calling her angel every time she was cooking dinner for themselves, or drawing her close when they were ready to sleep. or just say that she's an angel between two moans as he dragged the third orgasm while riding him on this couch. "i was just thinking about butchering your boyfriend and bury him in his garden."

"what?" y/n snickered, covering her lips with her hand. imagining as axl and the other four was digging a hole in the garden in the dead of the night, with richard's body beside them in a black bag was somehow both funny and creepy. "why, what did he do?"

"he took you away from me."

what?

"what?" y/n stopped in her motion, looking at him. axl looked at the ground, sighing.

"you can't tell me with a pure heart y/n, that you are happy beside him."

"well, we have some arguments, but it's okay, we're--"

"he hit you." he stated, looking in front of himself as she wasn't even there.

"what?! axl, i swear he's not a monster!" she yelled. well, it was true, but why did he have to bring up?"

"believe me, i know an abused people when i see one. and you didn't hide well the bruise on your side the last time you were changing in my room."

"you got nothing to do with it." y/n protested, ready to stand up, but her friend suddenly catch her hand, pulling her back. grabbing her face with his hands, she looked deeply into her eyes.

"yes, i got to do. i broke down at home, that's why i got away, and i'm not gonna wait until you get into hospital, or you call me up at 2am, crying that you're bleeding. i'm not gonna wait until you self-harm, until you don't know where to got, until you have to walk on eggshells at home, where all your job is to be comfortable."

"axl, it's--"

"you are fucking precious, y/n. i know you don't think about yourself like this, but you seriously can light up a room when you step into one. you were the reason i survived for so long despite i was arrested several times, and you were the reason why i began to play music here in los angeles, so you could come after me and we could do some good things together. you were the first one who protected e in my life, on that night, when you fucking ran out and began to swing that pan, it's ridiculous when we talk about that, but back there i could never thank you enough times for what you did. you care about me, you think about me, and maybe i'm too fucking selfish to let you go down and lose yourself."

tears began to well up in her eyes, axl let go her face, brushing her hair.

"do you mean this, axl?"

"i mean every single word, you never have to doubt me. you don't have to feel bad about asking for help, and if you ask, please, may i be the first who you ask."

"i don't want to bother you, axie... you got big things to do, you'll be famous, and i don't want you to stress about my things." she sniffled, closing her eyes.

"never say that, angel. no band can be more important than you. i didn't say these things to crawl under your skin, to tear you away from your love, but i don't want you to get hurt. love doesn't hurt, and..."

"and?"

"i can't say this."

"axie, please." she pleaded, looking for his eyes with hers. her eyes eat up his looks.

"i'd be much more chilled if you came home with me, and then tomorrow i call the guys and go to richard's and your rent. you can pack your stuff in peace, duff has a car, so we can bring your stuff to me, or any guy you want."

y/n hold his face, tilted her forehead to his, tapping his cheek with her thumb.

"i believe that you got scared, axl. and you don't manipulate, you just say the things you see. you are too much of a trouble to manipulate." at that, axl rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

"i know i'm not the best person to live with, but i'd never lift a hand upon anybody i love. i'd never dare to do that, okay?"

"i know that, baby. if you and the guys can come tomorrow, i'll break up with richard."

"did i convince you that good?"

"yes... well, no. it's just... i dated him just to be with someone. the man i want to be with probably never would think of me as a lover."

"than he's a big idiot." by that, she knew she can risk it.

"yeah... and he's sitting right in front of me."

after seconds of silence, axl leaned away.

"fuck, that's me!"

"wow, sherlock!" y/n laughed.

"you really love me?"

"yeah, is it that unbelievable?" y/n leaned her head on his shoulder.

"how could anybody like you being in love with me, angel?" axl whispered, lightning a cigarette.

"i'm not better than you, axie. but i'm glad you like me too."

"i'm not just liking you, i fucking love you. and if my band fulfill my expectations, you'll come with me everywhere and you'll live like a queen." he stated, rolling one of her strands between his fingers.

"i'm going to be a burden when y'all want to tour the whole world."

"fucking not, y/n. you deserve to be treated well, and if i can give you that, i'm sure as hell will. i wouldn't say that if you weren't an angel."

"i'm not an angel." she whispered. "i just love you."

turning to him, axl wrapped his hands around her waist, placing her legs on his lap. pulling her to himself, y/n pulled him closer to herself to kiss him. the way he hold her made her knees go weak, brushing the back of his neck as his tongue danced with hers. she bit into his lips, making axl whine.

"so nasty, aren't we angel?" he asked as they parted, making her kiss him again, licking her palate. "god, you are so soft."

richard was nowhere to be found when y/n grabbed into axl's arm to go home.

duff was driving the car the next morning, slash sat on the passenger's seat, steve, y/n and axl sat in the back of the car.

"you sure he's not home?" duff asked, pulling down on the road as y/n told him.

"yeah, he's working now, and his shift ends at 7pm."

"i'd beat that woman-abuser bloke even if he was home." slash said, blowing out the cigarette smoke. y/n's legs were shaking, axl tried to calm her by placing his hand on her thigh.

"don't be nervous, angel, it's gonna be alright."

"yeah, he probably wouldn't dare to stand up to the four of us." steve added, smiling at her. when they arrived, duff nodded with his head in the direction of richard's house.

"i'll make it quick." y/n said, but she stopped in her movements when she saw duff opening the trunk, getting out a baseball bat and a crowbar, giving it to slash. "guys, i don't think it will be necessary."

"it's better be safe than sorry." axl told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. duff and slash stood by the door as they stepped in.

"can i watch the telly?" steven asked, sitting down on the couch. y/n nodded, climbing up on the stairs.

"of course!"

while y/n packed her stuff, axl opened the drawer, finding her underwear. he tutted, grabbing one of her pink bralette.

"is this beauty yours, princess?" he asked smirking, laughing when y/n catch out from his hand while blushing like a crab.

"don't touch my stuff!" y/n threw that drawer's contain in her bag, but when she began to collect her makeup from the dressing table, she felt axl's chest pressing to her back, his lips licked her ears, grabbing her waist, brushing her ribs.

"i respect that you want to cause me surprises." axl muttered, making her whine as he bucked his hips into her backside.

"baby, i gotta... i gotta pack my things before richard comes home..." trying to form coherent sentences, she tried to hold down axl's hands, but it was gasoline on fire; he turned her to sit her up on the table, tossing down the lipsticks and her brushes.

"i thought you wanna make richard jealous..." he whispered, licking her lips.

"i just don't want you to get arrested for physical violence."

"how caring you are, princess. i'll let you go if you give me one kiss."

"only one?" she giggled, making axl roll his eyes. giving him a sloppy kiss, y/n perched down from the dressing table, tossing all her makeup into her linen bag.

"you done, angel?" he asked, seeing her zipping her bag. y/n nodded, ready to bend down to grab it, but axl was faster, carrying it down the stairs. steven still sat on the couch, watching thundarr the barbarian while munching on some chips.

out of nowhere, y/n heard a car's braking sound. looking out on the window, she saw richard's car.

"fuck, it's can't be possible! i knew he's working, then why--"

"don't worry y/n, there won't be a problem." duff said, tossing down the cigarette to the patio, holding the baseball bat.

"please don't beat him up!" she pleaded axl, but richard was on his way to the door.

"what the fuck is going on?! y/n, can you just explain what the fuck are you and these assholes doing?"

"she's moving out, that's what we're doing, asshole." slash replied.

"what the hell are those... things in your hands?" richard asked back, trying to enter the door, but slash blocked it with the crowbar. "would you please let me into my fucking house to talk with my fucking girlfriend?"

"nuh-uh. she comes out, then you go in."

"y/n, what the fuck?!" richard screamed.

"i'm dumping you, richard. i've just collected my things to move out."

"and if you let us, we'll disappear before you could blink twice." axl added. richard noticed him, laughing.

"really, y/n? you go off with this fucking junkie nihilist?"

"his name is axl, and he wouldn't dare to hit me!" she said, stepping out to walk to the car, but he grabbed her arm.

"you're not going anywhere, you'll stay here and we will--"

"you two will what? you'll beat her, huh? you could be, but not on my watch, bro." axl grabbed richard's t-shirt, pulling im close to his face. "if i see you beating another woman again, i'll butcher you up and bury you into your garden, fucker."

peeling his hand off from her's, y/n waited for the guys to go to the car. steven was the last who came out, with the bag of chips in his hand.

"you have a cool telly, man, can we take that too?"

"come on, steve." slash muttered, turning his back to the house. sitting in after placing y/n's stuff and the weapons in the trunk, duff started the engine.

"you'll regret this, y/n! he will throw you away for another whore the next week!" richard yelled, but he only got axl's and duff's middle fingers.

"fuck with your dog or your mother, you motherfucker!" axl said back, making them laugh. y/n hold his hand, gibing a kiss on his neck as they rolled out from the street.

"thank you so much, baby."

"anything for you, angel."

"and what do we get?" slash asked, looking into the rear view. y/n acted like she was deep into her thoughts.

"uhmm... you can take the telly, but only at night. and don't leave fingerprints!"

axl kissed her as steve yelled beside them because of victory. from now on, she knew that they gonna protect each other from anything that gets in their way.

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[atthewhisky]

𝘢 𝘯 𝘨 𝘦 𝘭 𝘴 ' 𝘧 𝘰 𝘳 𝘦 𝘷 𝘦 𝘳

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axl rose x reader ౨ৎ

explicit sexual content ౨ৎ

ꪆৎ　 " is it nice to feel free and wild ? "

You can feel him looking, eyes sharp, curious, intriguing as they stare at you from across the room. Cheeks heat, legs cross as you catch his eye once, twice, thrice - too many times for it to be coincidence.

What to do? Talk to him? Look back instead of shying away and flicking your eyes down towards your feet? It’s almost like you can feel his smirk, his taunts and jeers at your shyness.

He loves it. Revels in it, in fact.

He’s prepared - fully prepared - to chase you. Catch you in his grasp and have his way with you.

The air of arrogance, entitlement and pride oozing off of him like the scent of tar and nicotine that permeated his clothes and skin was enticing. To think that he would pick you when he could have any woman in the room.

You, sitting in your dress - dolled up and looking like the prettiest picture.

It's how you found yourself pushed against the wall, drunk off the sweet kisses he'd given you on the elevator ride to his room - damn nearly passing out from the aggressive clash of lips that occurred when the door had finally slammed behind him.

His hands slipped over your body, tracing the indent of your waist and the curve of your thighs, lips attacking and suckling - kissing with, seemingly, everything he had to give.

"What's your name?" he murmured between kisses.

"Doesn't matter," you breathed out, too caught up with the feel of his hands against you to think - the warmth of flesh as handprints burnt into your skin. Branding you.

Claiming you with a possessiveness that sent flashes of heat spurting through you.

“If you say so,” he smirked against your lips, pecking and sucking and pulling you flush against him - guiding you to the bed. “First one to come in here,” he muttered. “Wanna break in the bed?”

Forward: it's how he was. How he is. How he remains to be. He was not shy with you - did not wonder what he should say or how he should treat you.

He took everything he wanted and he would take you. The decision was made when he saw you, so pretty in your dress - all done up like you were on display for him, to stare at and admire until he couldn't take it anymore and ripped you from the glass cage of denial you sat in.

"I'll do whatever you want," you whispered into his ear, placing your hands on his chest and looking at him with needy eyes and swollen lips.

Hands closed around your waist, fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist and bruising you with their strong grip. There was a moment of weakness at your words, an indistinguishable sound coming from the back of his throat as you gazed at him with unadulterated desire.

"Whatever I want?" he asked, pushing you backwards with slow, careful steps. "You sure?"

The unashamed conceit, the assuredness that he would make you feel good no matter what he did to you. It was all part of the appeal. You wouldn't deny how incredible it felt to have captured the attention of someone seemingly impossible to seize - someone who seemed to tower above you like some deity.

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Please, just-" he cut you off with his lips to yours, head hitting the mattress as he pushed you backwards and clambered on top of you.

"Please?" he questioned as he pushed your dress up your legs, bunching it around your waist and brushing his fingers against your panties. "Please what?"

"Please I-" he cut you off again. The bastard did it again - with a swipe over your clothed clit with his thumb. The simple contact made you shiver, had you keening and gasping for more.

"Please..." he murmured, mulling over your words and beginning to continually rub at your clit. "Still don't know what you mean."

"Fuck," you gasped, feeling the tingling in your cunt and the fuzz in your brain. "Axl..."

The blissful movements continued, never failing in his ministrations until the feeling was gone and his hands were off your pussy. Before you could complain, his lips were back on yours, smirking into the kiss as you bucked your hips at the phantom feel of him.

"You're real fuckin' sensitive, you know that, baby?" he said.

You could tell: he loved this. He loved the power he had over you, the reaction he gained just from a few swipes of his thumb. His ego inflated and rushed to his head like the blood in his body when he was tipped upside down. Having you so desperate even though he had barely touched you was as good to him as the lines he snorted last night - the high they gave him.

He felt just as high with you.

Axl had always had a keen eye - a knack for observing the people around him and simultaneously judging if they'd be a good lay. And god, you might just be the best prey he'd hunted. You were utterly perfect, splayed out on the bed with your dress (that he would soon rip off) around your waist and your needy little eyes looking up at him with unadulterated, filthy desire.

You were so perfect, that he was considering keeping you around for another night.

You weren't the "bang 'em and bin 'em" type.

"I am?" you breathed out, unsure of how to answer his question.

"Yeah," he was shrugging his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a harsh thud. "Yeah, you are." He grabbed you fully by the waist, fingers digging into your skin and hiked you up the bed with all his strength - placing you right in the middle. "Gonna use it to my advantage."

You mewled. Fuck, he could talk dirty.

A chuckle rose from the back of his throat as he worked at his belt buckle, pulling the leather from the loops of his jeans and throwing the item somewhere near his jacket.

Upon hearing the sounds of his fingers against his buckle, you gazed down at his crotch, then directed your attention north. He was still wearing his shirt. You didn't appreciate it one bit.

"Off," you murmured as you clawed at the material, trying to pry it off him and reveal the muscles underneath.

"Only if I can take that off first." He tugged on your dress, pinching the fabric between his fingers as he sat on his haunches - bracketing your thighs.

You nodded desperately, raising your hips so he could gain access to the hem and slip it swiftly over your head.

"Most desperate chick I've ever had," he said seemingly to himself as he pulled off your dress and you lay before him in lacy underwear. "And the best thing is, I don't even think you're fakin' it."

You couldn't reply, couldn't find the words as he pulled on his shirt, lifted his arms above his head and removed the offending item from his body. It got thrown alongside his jacket and belt.

He was lean under the clothes, skin pulled over taut muscle that flexed with every breath. He was beautiful. Godsent. Hastily, you noticed the ring attached to his nipple, giggling slightly at the sight.

"What?" he questioned, smirking at your laugh.

"Nothin'," you muttered. "Just...doesn't that hurt?"

His eyes migrated to where you were staring, looking down at his nipple.

"This?" He grabbed onto the metal, tugged slightly and you winced. He laughed. "No. Not now it's healed. Why? Wanna touch it?"

"No," you said resolutely although you secretly did want to touch it. You thought that would be too weird for the first time. Maybe in the morning if he kept you around.

"Your loss," he murmured, a smirk toying at his lips as he pulled on the buttons of his jeans, pushing down the zipper - the noise resounding against your ears.

He was quick to tug off his pants and you were shocked (although you probably shouldn't have been) to see his cock bounce out of his jeans - hard and leaking.

Of course, Axl Rose went commando.

You choked out an unfamiliar noise, eyes fixated on his dick.

Suddenly, you felt very exposed. You felt bare. Even though he was the one who was naked as the day he was born. At least you had your underwear on to maintain some sort of dignity.

Despite his watchful gaze, he didn't seem to notice your shift in tone - only gazed at your eyes as they lit up with longing.

Then, his hands were on you, his body leaning over you as he pulled down the cups of your bra and thumbed at your hard nipples. His lips caught yours again, biting and sucking as he pressed a few kisses to your mouth and then moved to your neck.

The kisses continued, down and down until he got bored of your bra restricting his access and reached round your back to pull at the clasp. The lace slid off your shoulders, thrown amongst his clothes and finally, he pressed his mouth over your nipples.

You quickly began to decipher his rhythm: soft aggression. He bit your nipple and then quickly soothed over it with a lick from his tongue, dug his fingers into your waist and then rubbed at the bruises he'd created.

It was a beautiful dance, a great contradiction that had you tossing and turning like a lifeboat at sea.

Eventually, his fingers hooked into the hem of your panties, wasting no time as he pushed them down your thighs, eyes fixated on your cunt as he slowly revealed what he had been yearning for.

He cocked his head to the side, getting a real good look. His stare heated your cheeks, and you pushed against the force of his hand that kept your legs spread. He felt the movement, the desire you had to close your legs and curl up into a hole. He wouldn't have it. He would get what he wanted.

"Don't go gettin' shy on me now," he murmured. "Keep those legs open."

It was so easy to comply with orders. So very easy. You spread your legs further apart, the cool air hitting your centre and you suddenly became hyper-aware of how wet you were - how you knew he would be able to see your slick glistening between your thighs.

"Fuckin' wetter than a virgin," he chuckled, the crass phrase only forcing a moan from your throat. That only made him laugh more. "Jesus, baby, I only spoke. Wonder how loud you get when I fuck you."

"Shut up," you said futilely - lying through your teeth because you knew full well that you didn't want him to shut up.

In fact, it was the last thing you wanted him to do.

"Yeah, fuckin' make me."

You couldn't reply as he slipped his finger between your folds, gathering slick on the tip of his finger and dragging it up to your clit. The pressure, the sweet blissful pressure hit you like a tidal wave, a gasp falling from your lips. He circled your clit so softly it felt like he was killing you with his tenderness. Your hips bucked, your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open as whimpers escaped your throat.

"Axl," you moaned, hands flying to his shoulders as he prodded at your entrance and slipped his finger in with one motion. It burned. But the curl of his finger inside you made you forget all about the ache.

The only thought at the forefront of your mind was, "I want him inside me."

"Axl, please," you muttered, forcing your eyes open so you could hopefully display what you needed with one expression.

He did not stop his movements, stroking your insides and occasionally swiping your clit with his thumb - the added sensation pushing you closer to the edge.

"What?" he feigned sympathy, mocking you with his tone. "What does the poor little baby want?"

"Y-you," you keened, hips thrusting into his hands. "P-please."

"Now I know what those pleases were for," he said, referring to your previous begs. It seemed like a lifetime ago and yet, in reality, it had only been twenty minutes. "Just wanted my dick in you, huh?"

"Y-yeah." You scratched at his shoulders, digging in so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you drew blood.

`'Thought so." He was so damn arrogant, so confident in his abilities that it almost made you envious. Although, you didn't have much time for envy as he was crawling over you, chest to chest and pressing kisses to your lips.

His length was brushing against your bare pussy, sending shocks of electricity down your spine - desire in your stomach.

For a split second, his resolve faded, his eyes slipping shut as the head of his cock felt the resistance of your wet centre. His breath hitched, jaw clenching as he tried to hold back. But, he fully pushed in, your tight heat engulfing him - pulling him into you, and he couldn't keep quiet. He let out a shuddering breath, hands gripping onto the pillows as he seated himself inside you.

If he was embarrassed at his reaction, there was no need to be as you were so enamoured with the feel of him stretching you out, the dull ache that settled in your stomach and blossomed around your body, that you could barely focus on him. The world slipped away, the room merging into black ink before your very eyes.

You didn't even know you were being loud until he commented on it.

"Knew you'd moan like a whore."

His voice surprised you, so caught up in the first feel of him that you had forgotten his mouth next to your ear - armed with filthy phrases that he knew would have you reaching your peak even before he moved.

He was fully seated inside you now, balls pressing against your ass as he savoured the feel of you, warm around him and tighter than a fucking vice.

You had to latch onto him when he started moving, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you. After the first thrust, he didn't slow down. It only got more intense. He was determined, with gritted teeth and low growls, to push you off the cliff edge, to feel you cumming around him and moaning like a fucking sex-crazed banshee in his ear.

And just like him, when you started, you didn't stop. You were chasing something beautiful, searching deep within you and hoping to extract the waves and waves of pleasure that would eventually drown you.

With his cock inside you, pistoning at a pace you were unable to keep up with, you couldn't help but moan as loud as your throat would allow - scratching his back as his muscles flexed underneath your hands.

The headboard was banging against the wall as he thrust with all his might, grunts and groans being pushed from his mouth as you continued with your onslaught of uncontrolled screeching.

Whoever was next door was getting a damn show.

"So fuckin' tight, baby," he muttered in your ear, words slurred and losing all meaning. It was all pure filth. Words not meant to be heard by holy ears - just like the noise coming from between your legs. It was all so obscene. And that only made it more thrilling. "Look at you," he cooed, brushing your hair from your face as his own stuck to the sweat accumulating his brow. "All fucked out...fuckin' prettiest whore..."

He didn't finish his sentence, eyes closing as he doubled his efforts. You were sure there must've been a dent in the wall by now.

That wonderful pressure was there, right in your stomach, building and building until you knew you were ready to snap.

"A- Axl," you moaned, back arching and nails digging into his flesh. "Axl..." he palmed your tits, gripping them in his bare hands before landing a slap to the right one. Then to the left.

The aggression and the violence amalgamated a filthy feeling inside you - a new discovery.

As you came, throat hoarse from screaming, you hoped he'd keep you around. At least for another night. Just so maybe he could rough you around a little more - land a few smacks on your ass next time.

"There you go," he encouraged, voice deeper than usual (if that was even possible). "Cum on my cock, baby, that's it- fuck."

You could tell he was close, his hips faltering in their rhythm, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you let out weak whimpers as aftershocks ran through you.

With one final thrust, his cock twitched inside you, his breath hot against your ear, his balls against your ass and his cum coating your walls. It didn't even occur to you whether you were on contraceptives or not - had just let him blindly cum inside you without a condom. However, it felt so warm, so fulfilling that you didn't care.

He didn't seem to either as he rolled off you, dick slipping out of you and his weight leaving the bed. Briefly, you thought he was leaving, that your fears had come true, but he only picked up his jacket and fished for his pack of Marlboro's, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

"Want one?" he murmured, and you put your arm over your face, trying to conceal how blissed out you felt. There was a chuckle from him as you didn't reply, the smell of tobacco in the air. "Didn't even do anything special and I've got you as limp as an old man's dick."

You laughed at that, brushing away the tears that had travelled to your hairline and gazed at him. He stood naked at the foot of the bed, his hair slightly mussed from your constant touches and his body glimmering with drying sweat.

He was gorgeous.

You wanted to keep him.

So, in an attempt to keep the spark alive, to remain in his presence for as long as you could, you spoke up.

"Wanna shower with me?"

© atthewhisky / angel

thanks for reading !!

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[thesmokingguns]

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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[4ngelsthings]

𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘

𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Axl Rose

1982 by @lost-in-the-80s

Wife sharing by @duffslut

Still mad? by @duffslut

Talk to me by @duffslut

Old money by @duffslut​

Duff McKagan

Threesome by @rockthingsbymeg

Cry baby by @duffslut

Ultraviolence by @duffslut​

Choking by @thesmokingguns

Slash / Saul Hudson

Threesome by @rockthingsbymeg

Raw Power by @s-lasxh

Birthday Boy by @s-lasxh

Somebody’s is watching me by @s-lasxh

Tangerine by @zaynsxsoul

Dance for me by @axlsangel

The stripclub by @slashxrose​

Izzy Stradlin

Wife sharing by @duffslut

Steven Adler

Terrible Twos by @tuffduff​

Drum Studio by @duffslut

Nikki Sixx

From the source by @metal-mxddy

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[issie-https]

Beach Baby

Axl Rose X Reader

A/n: Axl being a dad is something I think about A LOT! Anyways, enjoy this❤️

Word count: 678(another short one, sorryyyyy)

Warnings: None :)

Masterlist

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“Don't eat the sand," Axl said, pulling our daughter's hand away from her mouth and dusting the sand off. Today was the day our daughter, Flora, was going to get to have a paddle in the sea for the first time. "She's not gonna listen," I said, rubbing sunscreen into her arms, face and legs. "She will eventually," He replied. "Why don't you take her for a splash in the sea?" I asked. "No, I'm too nervous," he answered, repeating the same actions each time our daughter decided to turn her attention away from her snacks and to the sand. "You'll both be fine, sit just after where the waves crash and sit with her on your lap," I suggested, turning to Axl with the sunscreen bottle in hand. "Maybe in a se- Put. The. Sand. Down. Devil baby," he groaned, shaking her arm slightly, making her giggle. "Do you want me to top up your sunscreen?" I asked, laughing at his comment. "Yeah but don't get it in my hair again," he mumbled. "Shut up whining, Flora whines less than you," I laughed, rubbing some lotion onto his back. "She has less hair than me and she also cares significantly less than I do," he said, holding his hair. I just mumbled an 'Mhm' and rubbed the cream onto his face.

We sat in the sand for a few more minutes before we headed to the sea for Flora's first paddle. "Y/n, what if she doesn't like it?" He said worried. "Axl, she'll be fine, I promise," I assured him, fixing our daughters hat. She looked so adorable in her little pink swimsuit and her straw beach hat that sat atop her hair, in small quantity but visibly the same colour as her father's hair. "How deep do we go?" He asked, walking into the water. "Waist height for us, belly height for her," I replied, lacing my arm through his free arm. "On the count of 3," I said. "1... 2... 3," We both counted. On 3, he dunked our daughter into the water, up to her tummy. "Yay!" I cooed, smiling as she splashed her arms in the water. "I thought she would hate this like she does with baths," he said. "She's picky like you I guess," I joked, earning a look from him. "I'm not picky, just a perfectionist," he grumbled, putting Flora back on his hip. "Which is a different word for picky," I mumbled. He pushed me backwards by my chest, making me fall into the sea. "MY HAT IS WET NOW!" I shouted when I got back up, grabbing my hat that was floating away. "You would think so, it fell in the ocean," he said, laughing to himself. "I hate you," I scowled at him. "Oh really? Is that why we have a baby together then?" He mocked. "Shut it," I said, poking his side.

He dunked Flora back in the water, twirling her a bit, making her giggle and splash. Her smile, the exact same as Axl's. "I want fifty more," He said, bobbing her in and out of the water. "You're lucky you have one. Count your fucking blessings," I slightly scolded. "How about three more?" He said. "One more," I protested. "Two more," he begged. "One more or no more," I murmured. "Fine," he sulked. "Pick that lip up and just enjoy the time you have with Flora," I scolded. "I am. WHY ARE YOU EATING THE WATER!" He yelled, picking her back up. "You eat so much, you get great meals and milk, however, you prefer sand and sea water. Fucking weirdo," I laughed.

We went and sat back on the sand, drying off a bit. "Oh my god, Y/n, look," he whispered, nudging my arm. I looked beside me to see Flora asleep on Axl's chest. "Stay still, I need a picture," I said. I grabbed my camera out of the beach bag and snapped a couple of shots. My baby girl and my handsome husband looking as content as can be.

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[gaysnrosess]

Part 2 of proving my point that Izzy and Axl were secretly a couple:

literally not a single soul in this world could make Izzy smile like this

“i wanna sing with you” “as you wish my lord”

an “i love you” on stage

this concert is a prove that they were in love

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[duffslut]

Let me do It for you

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 478

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- It's relaxing. - Axl said, carefully sliding your panties down your legs. - You'll feel good. - He said.

You were lying in his bed, shirtless, you had crossed the line with him again, but this time you didn't want to stop, Axl knew you had never had sex before, so he offered to help you, said he would make you feel good and make you ready for him.

You nodded, noting how Axl's red hair looked blond when the sun streamed in through the window, he looked more handsome than ever, and at the same time, happy to finally be able to do something with you instead of just kissing.

- I'm embarrassed. - You said, covering your face and feeling your body shiver with cold.

It was the first time you were completely naked in front of Axl, and he seemed mesmerized looking at your body, which made you more nervous than you needed to be.

Axl smirked and kissed your bare belly, you didn't move.

- Don't need to be. - He said, and then took off his shirt too, now leaving only his pants on. - I'll be sweet with you, okay? - He asked.

You nodded and Axl's fingers first touched your belly just below your breasts and then slowly went down to your belly button, and all the way to your groin.

- I'm going to touch you now, okay? - He asked, seeming to be controlling himself not to run his hand down your pussy. - You're beautiful. - He said, moving his fingers down slowly, you closed your eyes and tried to focus only on your breath.

The new and satisfying feeling began as soon as his fingers touched a place where yours had never touched before, you thought to yourself if Axl would be able to make you have an orgasm.

- Oh my God. - You moaned as Axl started rubbing your clit and an electrical charge ran through your body.

Axl noticed your euphoria and didn't seem to want to make you come so quickly, so he slid two fingers by your entrance without penetrating you, just making you wet enough for him to be able to do it. Axl seemed to be on the same level of arousal as you, and the bulge in his pants proved that he really was.

He carefully slipped two fingers inside you, and your eyes rolled back automatically as you held the pillow under your head tightly. Axl growled along with you as he fucked your pussy with his fingers, in and out, making you curl your toes in pleasure.

- So fucking tight. - Axl groaned, and you just couldn't resist his thick voice groaning just because he was fingering you.

You came for the first time on his fingers, moaning like a bitch and stretching your body on the mattress, Axl couldn't look happier, and now it was your turn to get the job done.

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[tuffduff]

Indulgent Impulses

Pairing: fluffy 90s!Axl x reader

Words: 2,134

Request: by @blackberryblossom : “ hi, idk if you’re taking requests right now but i looove your writing and i was wondering if you could do one with axl where it’s like the middle of the night and he wakes you up and takes you on a midnight drive? idrk i just feel like that something that he would do ❤️ 💙 💛”

A/N: I’m obsessed with this request, I’m so sorry it took so long. Specifically, I know we talked about bearded Axl and ooooo girl you get me. With school starting back up, I wanted to give myself and y’all an escape. Thank you for still supporting me and reading my stuff! I have notifications on, and each like makes me feel fuzzy <3

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“Sugar.” You stirred at the familiar name. Despite the haze of half-sleep that your mind was bogged down in, you knew with every fiber of your being who that voice belonged to. “Hey, angel. Wake up for me, darling. I need you.” You fought harder against the sleep, your eyes blinking open as you stifled a yawn. 

In the barely moonlight of your bedroom, Axl’s red hair had turned silver. He was staring at you with wide and watching eyes, smiling slightly when your eyes focused on his. 

“What is it, Ax?” You asked sleepily. He was sitting up against the bed frame, gently brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for twenty minutes now.” He laughed softly. “You’ve been dead to the world.”

“I’m tired.” You defended yourself, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you sat up next to him. You glanced at the bedside clock. “And it’s 3:23; most people sleep at this hour.” You teased gently. Axl’s sleeping hours were always sporadic due to his profession. You knew he often had trouble sleeping. Sometimes he would just lay and hold you, other times he would play piano downstairs.

“I’m not most people. And you like that.” He teased back, but quickly lost his banter. You could tell he was about to ask you something; his gaze dropped to his fingers, where they fiddled with the rings he was still wearing. You wondered how his ring finger would look if it weren’t empty, only for a split second, until your concern took over. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Axl seemed to relax into your words, granting him the courage to look over at you. 

“I was wondering if you want to take a drive with me. Just me ‘n’ you.” You could immediately tell he thought you were going to refuse. He probably thought you were going to call him crazy. 

Truth was, you knew full and well Axl wasn’t like most people. And it was what you liked most about him. You had never met someone so uniquely true to himself and the way he always aspired to reach a higher form of himself, through his music, through his success, through love. He was so bold, unapologetic, raw with feeling—he wore his heart on his sleeve, and he wore it proudly. 

“I know you said you’re tired—it was just a joke.” Axl said quickly, looking back down thoughtfully to his hands again. You were already climbing off the plush bed though. 

“No, let’s go.” You said, smiling and leaning across the bed to put your hands in his and get him to stop fiddling. “It…sounds like a lot of fun, really.” With Axl always touring or doing media and interviews, there was usually an entourage around you full of bodyguards, assistants, managers etc. The idea of you two alone, and in a moment of spontaneity, nearly had you running. “Please?” He looked up at you and smiled a little, dropping your hand in his to stroke your cheek again.

“As long as you keep this dress on.” He agreed. You glanced down at your floor-length silk slip night dress and laughed; it had been a gift from Axl. “You look too pretty in it.” 

“Well, I wasn’t planning on changing. C’mon! Right now!” You urged, now possessed with the idea of indulging an impulse. Axl laughed his deep laugh, but followed quickly behind you, on the exact same wavelength. 

Your bare feet barely touched the cool driveway as you ran for Axl’s car of choice, a sleek black convertible BMW. You threw open the passenger door, laughing as Axl merely jumped in. 

“Hang on, sugar.” Axl said, his voice velvet and lined in anticipation. The car came to life and the squealing of tires drowned out your own squeal as Axl hit the gas. 

It was a beautiful and crisp evening, everything clearly visible from the full moon. In this lighting, it almost felt as though it were natural to be awake at night. It was the eve of autumn, but you had not quite kissed summer goodbye just yet. 

You reflected on that feeling; in many ways the current season reflected your life. You were on the eve of your beginning, the precipice of something completely changing. This relationship on Axl began back in 1989; you were nearing your four-year anniversary. All your friends often asked when he was going to propose—as if that were an appropriate question for you. But you did wonder too; Axl never shied away from the discussion of marriage or having a family. You knew, from private conversations and even candid public interviews, how desperately he wanted a domestic life. To be a husband, a father. He talked with you as though these things were all inevitable, an absolute certain future. 

“This house is perfect for us,” he had told you when he had first showed you the house you two were now living in. “It’s got plenty of space. Lots of bedrooms; I think the one closest to the master would make the best nursery. I’m gonna have a guy come and install a pool fence next week.” 

And yet, sometimes, you still wondered. But in this moment, when you were freely able to admire the way Axl’s hair blew in the breeze, how beautiful his eyes looked, how enigmatic he was, all you knew was love. All you knew, all you felt, without a shadow of a doubt. 

Axl reached over and placed his hand on your thigh. Even through the thin silk, his touch was electric. “Maybe I was wrong.” He mused, sending you a coy smile that told you his thoughts were up to no good. “Maybe you should have worn nothing at all.” You merely gave him an innocent smile back. 

“Well, I’ve got nothing on underneath.” You replied. His hand tightened around your thigh, and you listened to him groan.

“Think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. You shivered a little, but kept your smile. 

“Sometimes.” You replied breezily. Axl’s smile widened. 

“Always.” He corrected you. That was a habit of his. 

“This is my partner, Y/N. Aren’t they beautiful?” Was his standard introduction to others that he took you to meet. He didn’t seem satisfied until they acknowledged that truth, but only respectfully, of course. That was always a fine line; if someone seemed too interested, Axl would start bristling in seconds. You knew he was simply proud to have you, enamored by you, possessive of you. And maybe other women would feel smothered, but you had never minded. 

Soon, Axl’s exhilarated speed slowed. The car winded through the hills of your neighborhood at a slow and even speed, and that was when you realized the radio was off. You reached for the knob, smiling when you heard “Fade Into You” playing. 

“How do you do it?” Axl asked suddenly, drawing your attention. A million things ran through your mind at the question. 

“Do…what?” You asked. He continued to look at the road, a soft contemplation on his face. 

“Put up with me.” He replied. “Love me. The man they call the biggest asshole in rock. Temperamental nightmare who can’t even keep his own band together.” You frowned at how his mind strayed immediately to the negatives.

“I don’t put up with you.” You disagreed. “That would imply there’s a burden I have to deal with. You only add to my life, Axl. I love you. I’m at a loss for words to explain how you make me feel.” He glanced over at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment, but he said nothing. He continued to drive in deep silence.

You didn’t feel the need to prod, nor worry; Axl sometimes took a moment to put his words just how he wanted them. After a while, you realized you had circled back to your house. The car slowly climbed the driveway before he parked it and cut the engine. The ensuing silence was louder from the suddenness, as was Axl’s sigh. 

“I respect that,” he said finally. “Sometimes it’s hard describing feelings. But, I dunno. For me, it’s all really clear. And I was missing the clarity, ‘til you.” He had his head leaned back against the seat, before he turned it ever so slightly to send a soft smirk at you. “You came in and everything made sense. Why I was here, why I went through so much bullshit, why those other relationships never worked. You cut through all the superficiality and all the new fame we were getting, and you were the one thing that kept my feet glued to the ground, to this reality. Our reality, our life. And now, everything I do, it’s all in some way tied to you. You’re my every reason, my every answer, my every motivation. It’s just you.”

You were speechless as you listened to him, wondering where the rush of emotion came from, wondering if you were simply still lost in a vivid dream. “

Axl, I…I mean, I feel the same way. It’s you for me too.” 

“Do you mean it?” He asked you gravely, as if you answer would determine if his heart would still beat. He wasn’t threatening, or even skeptical with his question. It was full of genuine fear. Of doubt, apparently in himself. His voice was quiet, his eyes gazed at you almost skittishly. 

“Of course I do.” You assured him quickly, grabbing his hand again. He sucked in a breath, a nervous smiling beginning to peak from the corners of his mouth. 

“Okay,” he seemed to warn, and suddenly jumped out of the car, again refusing to use the door. You frowned, watching him pace around the front of it to your door.

“Axl— “

“Haven’t you been wondering why I can’t ever sleep lately?” He asked you as he pulled open your door. You gazed up at him. 

“I just…assumed you had a lot on your mind. Music, just jitters, finishing a long tour. Why? Axl, are you okay?” He laughed at your question. 

“Yeah. I’m great. You’re right, but there’s something else. I’ve been trying to figure out the right way to do this for month. I’ve asked everyone. I’ve looked at hot air balloons, I’ve looked at all the countries we’ve toured in, every big attraction. I’ve looked at a million roses from different flower companies. But it’s never good enough. And I wasn’t planning on doing this now, but I’ve carried this thing on me for the past few months, and now I’m realizing moments like this, just us driving, are the ones where I know it’s real.” You gasped at the sight of Axl kneeling to his knee. “So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?” 

Your heart raced. Tears threatened to spill. The turn of events wasn’t anything you could have possibly guessed when you had brushed your teeth and prepared for sleep a few mere hours ago, but that seemed to be a theme in this life with Axl. It was always utter enchantment, full of uninhabited opulence, of the highest ups and lowest downs. And, as he had told you, something real. That love was real. 

“Yes! Yes.” You said quickly, throwing your arms around his neck and tumbling out of the car. He caught you instantly, the both of you falling into a heap on the driveway, laughing from the nerves, kissing blindly at any inch of reachable skin.

“Then, I think this is yours.” He said, pulling the ring from the box. It was a rather large emerald cut diamond ring, reminiscent of old classic Hollywood. 

“Axl…” you began as he slid the ring on your finger. 

“This is a 4-carat diamond.” He told you proudly. “I wanted more. But the jeweler said you might be uncomfortable with that big of a ring.” You nodded your head, not even wanting to know how much he had paid. “Do you like it?” 

“I love it.” You assured him, admiring the shine of the moonlight on the diamond. “And I love you.” Axl smiled and leaned in to peck your lips. 

“I love you, angel.” His hand slid up your calf, pulling up the fabric of the slip dress as it climbed. “So…nothing on underneath huh?” 

“Can we at least make it inside?” You giggled, feeling him move closer to kiss your neck, feeling his beard tickly your skin.

“No one’s gonna see. Normal people sleep right now.” You laughed at the callback from your earlier conversation.

“Good thing you’re not like other people.” Axl stood up and offered you his hand.  

“We’re not.” He corrected, swinging you up into his arms. “You’re not gettin’ any sleep either, sugar.”

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[gnrlove1987]

Summary: When your relationship goes wrong, you leave Axl. Sometime later, Axl tracks you down at the beachside ice cream shop you're working at.

You scooped some mint chip ice cream into a pastel pink cup and handed it to the little girl on the other side of the counter, happy that your shift was finally over and your last customer was served.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see your coworker Jane.

“You’re free to go!” Jane said enthusiastically with a chipper smile that showed how young, innocent, and unjaded she was. Yet, at least.

Untying your apron, you gratefully said, “Thanks, Jane. My shift couldn’t end fast enough”.

You liked working at Peach’s Seaside Ice Cream shop. The laid back vibe here was a nice change from the life you lived before you moved to Long Beach. Though, some days seemed to drag on and today was one. It wasn’t like you had much going on after work anyway. Since your breakup a year ago, you had your one bedroom apartment, your cat, and your job. That was good enough for you.

Taking your keys and your purse, you walked out of the shop but after barely four steps, you were stuck in your tracks. You couldn’t move and just stared. He was standing before you and looked just as good as he did a year ago when you left him. Maybe even a little better.

You tried to speak but you couldn’t.

“Hey, y/n.” He said quietly.

Stunned, you eeked out, “What are you doing here, Axl?”

You thought when you left him a year ago you would never see him again and now somehow he found you. You moved to Long Beach to get away from him. That way you wouldn't see him around town or hear what he was up to from friends of friends.

Seeing him standing before you, all the memories good and bad flooded back. You remembered how things were before you left.

You had been with Axl way before he was the biggest rockstar on the planet. You knew him when he struggled to pay for biscuits and gravy at Dennys. You were paying his way back then but you didn’t care because what he couldn’t give you in jewelry or flowers he would give you in love and devotion. Then when his album came out, everything changed. At first it was nice. You were thrilled his dreams were coming true and money wasn’t really a worry anymore.

But different problems replaced the old ones. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. Everyone around him turned into a yes man. Everyone but you. It started to seem like you and him weren’t a team anymore either, that he just wanted you to be Axl Rose’s girlfriend, nothing more than arm candy. And even with that he began to make you feel like you weren't good enough either.

As his fame grew, you felt like you didn’t fit in with his new life. You thought he had the same idea when he started going to awards shows, parties, and premieres alone. Two days later, there would be his picture splattered on the front page of the tabloids with a leggy, model type hanging off his arm. You didn’t know who he was anymore. Worse, you didn’t recognize yourself. Your self esteem was wrecked and the past 4 years of your life had stupidly revolved around Axl. You knew the only option was to get far away from him. Let him be this new version of himself while you found yourself again. A better version you could be proud of again.

A year later and he somehow found you. Was he looking for you this whole time or was it just some meaningless fucked up coincidence?

When he didn’t respond to your question, you muttered under your breath, “ I don’t need this shit. “ as you went to walk past him. But he stopped you.

“I can’t believe it’s actually you." he marveled. “ I’ve been looking for you for a long time. You’ve been hard to find, y/n.” He said with a small smile.

He went to stroke your cheek but you backed away.

He looked down and then away, not wanting you to see the hurt in his eyes.

“You know, I actually hired a private investigator to find you” he started, “ I spent a lot of money to find out where you ran off to.”

You laughed dryly and stood with your tongue in your cheek “ Long Beach isn’t that far from L.A. You must’ve sure been working hard to find me in between fucking every model in L.A." You said sarcastically. You continued, "You’re so full of shit. Don’t act like you've missed me. Don't act like you were upset when I left. You’re upset that you got left by someone. Period. It hurt your ego. But you never gave a shit that I was actually gone. It was a relief for you to not have me around anymore.”

“You ended the relationship, y/n! Not me! Fuck you for saying that!" he snapped. "Don’t pretend like you know how I felt especially when you ended it the way you did. It wasn’t fair! With everything we’d been through, you just fuckin left! You didn’t even give me an explanation! Fuck, you didn’t even bother to let me know you were ok. That night you left, I had no clue why you never came home; if you got hit by a fuckin bus or were killed or something! Do you have any idea how scared I was that something happened to you?“

“If you cared so damn much back then, you sure had a funny way of showing it.” You glared.

"That’s bullshit and you know it.” he spat back.

You started to retort but stopped yourself when you realized your coworkers had a front row seat to the fight between Axl Rose and his NOT girlfriend.

“Axl, I don’t want to do this here.”

Axl scoffed. “I’ve been looking for you for a fuckin year and we’re not going to talk about this cos you ‘don’t want to do this here’. ”He took in a deep breath before saying, “We’re doing this now.”

You remembered how bossy he could be and it wasn’t one of the traits you missed about him in the time apart.

“I’m parked over there” you pointed to your car that was nestled in between two palm trees, “we can talk in my car. Ok?”

He nodded and followed you. He sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the front. It was silent for a beat as you both looked around nervously.

”It broke my heart when you left me, y/n."

“Yeah, well it broke my heart when you wouldn’t come home at night for no reason other than you just didn’t want to. It broke my heart when you would make me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you. You broke my heart long before the relationship was officially over, Axl.”

"It was a hard time for me. My whole world was changing. I didn’t know how else to handle it. I’m sorry. But you should’ve told me that. Not just leave.”

“I’m sorry I left but it was the only way. If I would’ve talked to you about all this you just would’ve thrown a tantrum and-”

“You’re fucking throwing this back on me!?”

“Take responsibility for your shit, Axl! You know what I’m saying is true. That’s why you’re getting angry again!”

“I don’t know why I came here!” Axl began to get in your face

“Then leave!” You shouted

“I will! “ he shouted back

You two glared at each other, chests heaving with your faces so close your noses nearly touched. Your lips then collided with his as he pulled you on top of him. With his tongue massaging yours, he felt up your tits as you rubbed your palm again his crotch, feeling him firm up beneath your hand. He pulled his lips away from you and planted warm kisses along your throat, then lingering kisses on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair as you ground your hips against him.

“ Oh, fuck, y/n, I need you.” He groaned.

“The backseat.” you said breathily in his ear, feeling his stubble scrape along your cheek.

You maneuvered into the back with him following close behind. Sitting across from him, you unbuckled the belt of his jeans as he pulled your shirt off. With his jacket and shirt off, his chest was smooth and hard on top of you as he laid you down and inserted himself in you. You clenched around him as he rhythmically thrust. The familiar pattern was there just as it was before and you melted into him. Feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter, you wound your fingers in his hair and bit his lip gently. Breathing harder, the car windows were fogged from the heat coming from the backseat. You felt closer to unraveling as you dug your nails into his back, which he took as a sign to go harder. You arched your back as he delivered one last shaky thrust before you collapsed into each other. You both laid there a minute with him still inside you, taking in each other, smelling his signature scent of tobacco and cologne as he breathed heavily against you.

You then pushed yourself from him and he rearranged himself to sit up. Fishing through his jacket pocket on the floor of the backseat, he got out two cigarettes and a match. He lit yours using the butt of his cigarette and passed it to you as you pulled your legs up. He laid his hand on your bare thigh and kissed your knee before he reclined against the seat. You sat back, watching him as you inhaled the smoke, the first smoke you had had in a year. He sat with a satisfied smile looking out the window. You wondered if you just made the biggest mistake of your life. But, you thought, could something that felt so good be such a huge mistake?

He turned to you, confidently smiling, “ You ready to come home, y/n?”

You looked in his deep green eyes, trying to think how to respond. Nothing had gotten solved and who was to say things would be better this time around if you did go back with him. You missed the man like crazy but fucking in your car was one thing, being thrown back into the chaos that had become his life was another.

Looking down, you exhaled a puff of smoke and softly replied,

"I don't know."

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[itsshawtyfellas]

Just hear me out-

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[ovlxo]

Modern Axl Rose x Reader Part 3

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI

You both lay there exhausted for an hour, which quickly slides into two, as the sky begins to darken and you’re both almost asleep in each others arms, Axl’s deep, seductive voice breaks the silence. 

“Would you like to join me in the bath, sweetheart?” He plays with your hair and admires your relaxed physique.

“There’s no place I’d rather be, baby.” You smile up at him and give him a final kiss before he walks to your en-suite. 

Twenty minutes later, you’re awoken from your light sleep by Axl gently picking you up from the bed.

“You’ve exhausted me, Mr Rose.” You giggle in his ear and glide a hand up his bare chest. 

“Then I fully intend to take care of my beautiful, exhausted wife.” He sits you down on the leather stool next to the glorious claw-foot tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and rose petals, surrounded by candles. Axl gently unclips your suspenders and rolls down your stockings, kissing down the entire length of your legs before lifting you into the hot, bubbly water. You moan in pleasure as the water soaks into your aching muscles, the day filled with the stress of travelling equalling out from incredible sex with your husband dancing in your thoughts. 

“Join me, baby. I need you.” You push the water over your breasts, showing Axl what he’s missing. 

“I’m here, darlin’.” Axl gets into the tub behind you, pulling you back to lie on his chest, and exploring your body slowly with his fingers. 

“I love you so much, this feels incredible!” You push your head back to look up at his face and reach back to brush your fingers against his body. 

“I love you baby, lets get these knots out of you.” He whispers, massaging your neck, shoulders and back. Each touch eliciting a hum of pleasure from your lips. 

“Ohh Axl…” you bite your bottom lip as you feel yourself getting turned on again. Axl turns his attention to your breasts, massaging them before focusing on the shiny metal through your nipples. You begin to grind against his thigh, not satisfied with the friction you turn around in the water and straddle your husband. 

“Someone’s a little needy tonight.” Axl smiles at you, stroking your jawline as he pulls you into a kiss, and giving you better access to the thigh you were grinding against. 

“I’ve missed you baby, you know exactly what I want.” You growl at him with a seductive look in your eye as you reach down and feel his cock standing to your attention. 

“I think we should take this to the shower.” He kisses and bites at your neck as he stands up holding you, carrying you over to the shower. 

He turns on the powerful jet and almost slams you into the wall underneath the stream. 

“Give it to me, Daddy.” You look up at him with a feigned innocence in your eyes, looking up and down his beautiful body as he approaches you. 

He grabs your legs, wrapping them around his hips and plunging inside of you, the sudden jolt causes a rush of pleasure to run through both of you as you let out a synchronised moan and enter into the deepest kiss. 

“My baby girl, look at you taking all of me.” He whispers in your ear, biting into your shoulder and squeezing your ass as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. 

“You feel so good baby, don’t stop.” You bite his earlobe as he reaches your sweet spot, feeling yourself edge closer and closer to your climax. 

Your moans compete with each other, as Axl’s thrusts become quicker, faster and more desperate. Waves and waves of pleasure hit the pair of you as the fireworks hit for you both without warning, Axl spilling himself into you once more, pinning you against the wall almost painfully with his cock. 

You call out each other’s names as you both ride your high, your combined juices already dripping down your thigh.

“You’re incredible, Axl.” Your eyes roll back as you fall into the crook of your husbands neck, still pinned by his hips against the wall. 

You stay in that position for at least 10 minutes as you both calm down, broken from your reverie as Axl begins to gently soap you up, cleaning every inch of your tired body and following up with kisses as the water rinses over you. You follow his lead, giving him the same treatment, with a few bites in place of the kisses, knowing it’ll feel like ecstasy to him.

“You’re my angel.” He moans as you rinse him down and reach for the warm, fluffy white towels to wrap yourselves in.

“Always.” You kiss his lips with a smile and lead him downstairs to think about post-dessert dinner.

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[use-your-delusion]

𝐆𝐍𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 <𝟑

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐃𝐑𝟐 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

Requests are open! Currently I'm only writing for Guns 'N' Roses, and only the 5 OG's, Slash, Duff, Axl, Steven and Izzy. I'll honestly write just about anything, smut or not, but I do love to write good angsty fics or longer fics with more parts to them, rather than just smut oneshots which I see all the time.

Like I said I'm down to write series, imagines, and headcanons or little blurby things like that.

For a request either message me or send in an ask <3

➪ 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡:

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲: You don't cry, you never cry. You've always been the rock for the people around you, and now one night on your cold kitchen floor it's all coming crashing down around you. You thought you could have your breakdown in peace, but as he walks through the front door you realize you've never felt more relieved and embarrassed at the same time before. (3.2K)

➪ 𝐃𝐮𝐟𝐟:

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞: You had given him an ultimatum, and he had made his choice. It took you months to mend, and now as he strolled into your bar with a pretty girl on his arm who wasn't you, you could feel all of your hard work undoing itself. That is, until he taps you on the shoulder with broken eyes and asks if you want to have a cigarette with him.

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[thesmokingguns]

Morning After Muffins

Mentions of a one night stand

Axl peered into her fridge, nose raising as he looked at what was inside. He wasn’t sure that he had ever seen so many fruits and vegetables outside of the supermarket. What made it stranger was how it was all organized in containers, fruit already washed and cut into easy shapes. Some meals were already prepared and ready to be heated up and enjoyed. Filtered water on one shelf, homemade ice tea in a glass pitcher with a glass container of lemons cut into perfect circles next to it.

How was this 25 year old girl be this organized with a fridge?

“Can I make something for you?” She was sipping a cup of coffee looking at Axl as he flushed, shutting the fridge and looking back at her as she smiled at him. He was like a boy who had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I made coffee.” Her full cup showed that she saw, “I didn’t see any cream or anything in your fridge.” He stuck his thumb at the fridge as she gave him a half smile.

“Sorry, I don’t eat dairy. It makes me sick most of the time so I try to not keep any on hand.” she gave him a bashful smile and then something crossed her face and she was letting down her coffee on the counter, moving to look in a cabinet, “I have powdered milk from when my mom visited.” she offered him the can and Axl smirked, thanking her as he took it.

This was easily the strangest one night stand of his life and he didn't know why it was continuing into the morning. Usually he left after a good night with someone in the small hours of morning but he woke up with her getting out of her bed, telling him he could make coffee as she showered.

Axl should have said at that point he was cutting out but he found himself making coffee in a stranger's kitchen, looking at things that seemed out of place for someone her age.

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to cook for you?” She was so calm, seeming at ease with the stranger in her kitchen and her confidence also threw Axl off, “I’m making you uncomfortable. I’m sorry. This is my first one night stand and I don’t know the social graces of it all. I just moved here around six months ago and I don’t really know anyone.” Axl sighed out in relief.

This pretty girl who had been at the bar last night, drinking sugary drinks and seeming like she wasn’t sure of herself. When Axl talked to her, they laughed together easily and made conversation about everything. They got along well and she seemed comfortable when she invited him to her house. She was confident as she undressed in front of him, helping him out of his clothes and pressing him back into the bed. She was fine as she rolled a condom over his cock before rolling her own hips down on him. She was all confidence, the entire time and her confidence is what turned him on more than anything.

Maybe that’s why he stayed.

“What is your favorite breakfast food to make?” Axl asked, watching the way she smiled at him over the cup of coffee.

“I like a good breakfast sandwich. You mix in a bit of everything and it's great. Or I make really good muffins. I make a cinnamon chocolate chip that takes a bit long but I promise they’re worth the wait.” Axl pretended to look at the clock and she smiled at the way that he was looking at her.

“I have all the time in the world. And maybe you can show me how to make them?” he asked. The confidence was so bright on her face that Axl knew he had made the right choice.

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[axlsrxses]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, axl rose

pairing: axl rose x sofia moreno (fem!oc)

requested: yes/no

synopsis: in which sofia feels self-conscious over her relationship with axl and all of the tabloids.

warnings: fluff, sl*t-shaming, swearing, mentions & references of alcohol.

word count: 1.46k

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟳

the rain hammered down against the clouded window as sofia lay peacefully on her bed watching her favourite show, the golden girls. the past week at work had taken a toll on her and seeing how the tabloids described her and her relationship just made things a whole lot worse for the girl.

for four long months, axl had been touring the united states, promoting the band’s debut album and opening for bands like; the cult, iron maiden and mötley crüe. and although sofia was proud of her boyfriend and the rest of the band, all she wanted was to lay with her head on his lap as he played with her hair…the one thing that could calm her.

suddenly, an echo of loud cheers sounded from outside of her window, quickly followed by a small tap against the bedroom window. taking a deep breath, sofia reluctantly rose to her feet and made her way towards the window, her mind racing. it wouldn’t be the first time that fans or the paparazzi broke onto their property to get some behind the scenes photos, in fact this would be the fifth time in four months.

“babe, open the door!” axl’s familiar voice seemed to bounce through the still closed window. “we’re getting bloody drenched out here!”

letting out a long sigh of relief, sofia quickly made her way down the stairs, opening the front door to see four slightly wet guys standing in front of her, smiles stretched across each of their faces. before she could react, the four boys clambered through the doorway, wrapping their arms tightly around the much shorter girl and pulling her close against their soaked clothing.

“you guys suck!” sofia squeaked, brushing off the droplets of water from her skin as the guys stepped back. “i just had a shower!”

“and you didn’t invite me?” slash smirked mischievously, slowly wrapping his arms around the petite girl’s waist.

“in your dreams, hudson.” the younger girl smiled innocently, pushing the taller guy back. “only one of you guys is joining me in the shower.”

letting a smirk spread across his face, axl stepped towards the shorter girl, wrapping his arms around her and gently kissing the top of her head. the last four months had been hell without his girl beside him. she kept him grounded during his emotional outbreaks and was always there to look out for him whenever he decided to indulge in a night of endless drinking.

you see, when the band announced they would be touring for sixteen months, sofia was beyond happy for them and even offered to travel around with them…that was until the papers got a hold of some secret photos, showing her and slash jokingly messing around with one another and blew it completely out of proportion, labelling her as ‘the slut of the 80s’.

“get a room.” duff gagged, making sure to emphasise on the disgusting sound.

rolling her eyes at duff’s remark, sofia subtly flipped the much taller off before placing her hands on top of axl’s. she was happy he was home, ecstatic even, but she couldn’t help but think of all the dehumanising words that had been pinned next to her name in the tabloids and all the rumours that circulated around their very private relationship.

“who is ready to get completed fucked?” steven cheered, breaking the silence as he threw his arms into the air and walked into the living room, knowing exactly where to find the best alcohol in the house.

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a few hours had passed since the band had arrived to surprised sofia and no matter how many shots she had, she couldn’t shake the tabloids from her mind. of course she knew that her relationship with axl was as perfect as it could be and that nothing was going on between her and any of the other band mates, besides the occasional flirting, but she was worried about the way it would affect her business.

at the age of seventeen, sofia became the sole owner of her family’s restaurant after both her parents became too sick to carry on working. the ‘arco dorado’, or the ‘golden bow’ when translates to english, was a celebrity hotspot when it came to spanish food.

having left the four guys in the “party room”, sofia stood silently in front of the living room window, looking out at the rain bouncing against the many puddles.

“you’ve been quiet since we came home.” axl spoke suddenly, resting his chin against her shoulder as he looked at her. “what happened?”

“it’s nothing.” sofia shrugged, her eyes fixed on the raindrops running down the window. “go and have fun with the guys, i’ll be fine.”

it was never nothing and axl knew that. as bad as it sounded, he was grateful that sofia wasn’t someone who expressed her sad emotions a lot. it brought back a lot of memories for him that he found hard to cope with but he hated when she closed herself off completely, especially when he knew something was eating away at her slowly.

“don’t do this to me, fi.” axl sighed frustratedly, stepping back from his girlfriend as she turned round to face him. “don’t push me away.”

“i’m not pushing you away. i’m telling you to enjoy yourself.” sofia retorted, crossing her arms as she watched axl’s facial expression tense up.

“is this about those fucking tabloids?!” axl questioned, his voice rising slightly before noticing sofia flinch at the sound of him yelling. “please just talk to me.”

maybe it was the miserable weather outside or the way that she felt about axl finally being home but sofia couldn’t stay strong anymore. four months of pushing her feelings down was long enough, all because she was worried about photographers seeing her cry and spinning another story of lies and deceit.

noticing some tears escaping sofia’s eyes, axl quickly jolted forward, pulling the petite girl into his arms as he felt her body shake against his.

axl hated the tabloids, he hated the paparazzi and most of all, he hated the way both of those things made sofia feel. when the duo had got together in 1985, everything was perfect for them. the band’s music was starting to take off and photographers loved to snap photos of the young couple in love and always made sure to compliment sofia on her looks, but that photo with slash was what changed everything.

“sof, look at me.” axl spoke quietly, using his hand to raise sofia’s head. “fuck the tabloids.”

“i can’t just pretend that i don’t see what people are saying about me, ax.” sofia sighed, more tears silently escaping her eyes. “everyone thinks i’m some slut that is sleeping with slash behind your back.”

“i know, baby.” axl sighed, lifting his hand up and wiping away the tears from her cheek. “but you’re none of the things that they say you are. you’re the kindest and most beautiful girl i have ever met and i wish that you could see yourself like we do.”

his words were true. axl thought sofia was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. he loved the way her blue eyes glistened like the ocean in the sun and how her light brown hair always seemed to shine a beautiful shade of caramel. he had fallen in love with her the first time he met her and ever since that hectic night, he made it his priority to cherish and love her.

“i’m just scared that one of these days you’ll see something that you don’t like and you’ll believe them.” sofia mumbled, her voice cracking as she began anxiously picking at the skin around her freshly painted nails. “i don’t wanna lose you, ax.”

hearing the pain in her voice was enough to send axl spiralling. since the beginning of the band, he had never had good interactions with the paparazzi, often losing his temper and erupting into fights with them, but to see how they made the girl of his dreams feel about herself and their relationship, axl wasn’t so sure how far he would go to protect her.

“you’re my girl, sofia, and my girl only. not slash’s, not duff’s. your mine.” axl smiled kindly, his hand rested against her flushed cheek. “i will always love you.”

leaning forward, axl placed a gentle and loving kiss against her lips, feeling a small smile forming as he pulled away.

“i really love you.” sofia smiled, wiping away the last tears that had rolled down her cheek. “like a lot.”

“i love you too, mija.” axl chuckled, wrapping his arms around her once more and holding her close to him.

#guns n roses #axl rose #slash hudson #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #the 1980s #motley crue #iron maiden #axl rose imagine

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A-Z Headcanons

Axl Rose X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Heyyyy! First HC had to be the A-Z one(duh). Hope you enjoy xoxo

Word count: 1069(lol)

Warnings: SMUT, swearing😋

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

To be honest, he's not an angel when it comes to aftercare but he's not against it. You wanna cuddle? Sure! Wanna shower or have a bath? Fine. But he's not gonna go over the top with it if we're being real.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

Axl's favourite part of himself is his hair or his hips. Have you seen that man shake it like Shakira?! Like, wow! And for his hair, my little strawberry blonde princess adores his hair.

His favourite part of you is your legs. Idk why but I feel like that man would love to see you walk around in short dresses and heels just to see your legs. He also probs loves being in between them😋

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

DIRTAY MAN! Will cum anywhere on your body and say sum like, "you look like a fucking work of art". Look, cum is a sign of a good orgasm and he likes to make you (and himself) feel GOOOOOD.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

That man has thought about fucking you in every position possible, on every piece of furniture at all times. He wants it all. Missionary on the floor, doggy on the bed, oral on the counter, 69 on the couch. Whatever you can do, he fucking WILL.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Very. Nothing more, just very. Sex machine if you will.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Doggy. Cannot convince me otherwise. He loves pounding into you from behind, slapping ass all day and watching yours and his cum drip down your thighs.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

He takes sex very seriously but if youse are both drunk, giggles will be let out at the sloppiness and the fact that on the way to the bedroom, you almost killed each other falling down the stairs.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He trims but doesn't remove. He defo has a slight 80's bush going on but he keeps it clean. No bad smells here. And yes, carpet matches the drapes, maybe a tad darker.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Everyday sex isn't the most romantic thing ever but if it's a special occasion or you want it to be, he can be the most romantic love maker E.V.E.R.!!!

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

I can see him being into you watching him wank or vise versa but he won't do it unironically. Possibly into phone sex...🫣

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, slapping, dirty talk, voyeurism, etc. . He likes to show people how good he makes you feel whether it be one of the guys or public sex, he adores it.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

As stated above, public, against windows, on worktops, backstage. Wherever he can dick you down, he will.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

You in general. That man sees you as sex on legs. You wear a certain outfit, boner. You look at him a certain way, boner. You breathe, boner. He worships you in a way.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Piss play. Whether it be one of you pissing in or on the other or something like that, he won't do it. He won't judge you but he won't want to do it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. This man goes f e r a l if he is nose deep in your pussy or if he's balls-deep in your throat. Absolute god with his tongue, like H E L L O?!?!

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Speedy gonzales. Rough in a caring way, if that makes sense. He loves to ravage you. However, if it's baby making sex(because we all know this man was made to be a daddy), sweet and sensual Axl comes out and is caring and slow for Jesus.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

50/50. If it's before a show, it gets his adrenaline going and he calls you his lucky charm. But if he doesn't have to, he won't.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yeah, I'd say so. But nothing too dangerous like carving names into each other.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

I'd say he has pretty high stamina but nothing unmanageable. He can go for 2-4 rounds before he calls it quits for the night(or until nighttime🫣).

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Hear me out, butt plugs for you, vibrators, handcuffs(probably fluffy leopard ones💀), blindfolds and ropes. He doesn't use them every time but like once or twice a month, he treats himself to a play date😉.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease of the century award goes to...

Axl Rose!

You laugh a little too hard with Duff and he edges you like a madman. He loves leaving you until your legs are shaking, tears have ruined your make up and your just babbling for him to let you cum.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM. We've all heard him sing, he is louddddd! Loves to make you scream. He moans, grunts, etc etc until he's lost his voice. Loves making you do the same thing.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

This man loves to make you squirt. Like, this man lives for it. The harder the orgasm, the more you squirt, the harder he gets.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not massive, let's be honest. But he's also not tiny. I'm saying 5-7 inches, slight curve to the right. But he knows how to use it, ya know.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Forny hucker. Fuck, horny fucker. This man is hard almost all the time. He's constantly begging for you to suck him or fuck him and if not, he's wanking to your nudes he keeps on Polaroids.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

You defo fall asleep first but like 20 minutes after you, he's snoring louder than he sings.

#guns n roses #axl gnr #axl rose imagine #slash gnr #duff gnr #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #steven gnr #duff mckagan imagine #izzy stradlin #steven adler imagine