#axl rose fanfiction

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do axl rose and slash too (safe words)

A/n: I will never get over Slash's obsession with tits. I also cannot explain how much I love the thought of him just using anyone as a pillow because I know he's prone to falling asleep wherever he can

Please someone request something for Slash, I love him too much rn :'3

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of safe words (There's technically no use of a safe word in Slash's but it's kind of implied? There's a boundary that's definitely crossed), bondage, smoking (Slash attempts to burn reader with his cigarette), oral sex (male receiving), if there's anything you think I missed please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Axl was an interesting man, for sure. You’d met at a club and after just a few weeks of seeing each other he asked if he could move in. He explained that his band was just getting going and he didn’t have a place other than a storage unit on Gardner that his band used as a house/party room/practice place, knowing that you were much more open to letting him crash with you.

Things were going fine between you two. You’d wake up and make breakfast, not because of any other reason than Axl wasn’t awake until about noon on most days, which you didn’t mind either because it meant you got to see him so peaceful and calm.

Fast forward to now. You’d fallen asleep with Axl beside you. He’d been whining all day about one thing or another, obviously trying to get something but he was too stubborn to say what it was and nothing he did gave you a clue either.

In the middle of the night you woke up to some strange noises and an odd feeling. The room was completely dark because something was covering your eyes, you tried to move it but found that your arms were tied, your legs too.

“Axl?” You called in an attempt to find out what was going on and whether you should start worrying or not.

“What is it?” Axl’s familiar deep voice answered, sounding somewhat distant.

“What are you doing?” You asked, trying to move again to no avail. You felt a weight on the bed, signalling that Axl had gotten on the mattress and was sitting beside you. He ran his hand over your bare stomach, you preferred sleeping in just your underwear and Axl was in no way opposed to that. Now you were rethinking that idea.

“Having some fun, don’t worry about it.” Usually that deep voice of his was nice, it could calm you or bring that familiar warmth to the pit in your stomach. Now it just scared you. You couldn’t see, couldn’t move, you were fully at his mercy.

“I am. Axl, I am worried about it.” You stated, struggling against the restraints again. “Axl, I’m serious.” Axl got on top of you, your legs were already spread thanks to what you assume to be rope around your ankles.

“Shut up and be good for me, will you? That’s what you’re good for.” He hooked your legs over his, from what you could feel he’d already stripped himself down to nothing.

“Axl, we could do something if you’d just get me out of this.” You told him. The ginger lined himself up with you and pushed in despite your complaints. The feeling reminded you of many times before, this isn’t the first time Axl’s ever woken you up for sex but it was the most worrying time. Usually it would just be him fucking your thighs, or he’d just outright wake you up and tell you he was horny. Never had he even mentioned that this was something he’d be into. It certainly wasn’t something you were into, not right now at the very least.

“Fuck, always so tight for me.” The ginger groaned as he rocked his hips into you. “My perfect little slut.” He held your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together and opening your mouth. You weren’t sure what he was doing until you heard a ‘patoo’, then you felt this cold liquid on your tongue. He spat in your mouth.

You violently thrashed against him and the restraints. “Get me the fuck out of this you fucking bitch!” You screamed. Axl quickly took the cloth covering your eyes off and tossed it away.

“Jesus Christ, better now?” He groaned. You glared up at him as you tried to think of anything that could get him to stop.

“Pumpkin!” You yelled. Something flicked in him, you could see it in his eyes even in the dark room. He wasn’t looking at you with lust or hatred, that line you were never really sure if he crossed whenever things got hot between you two. There was a disappointment in his eyes. Not in you but himself.

Axl pulled out and got the ropes taken off of you. He pulled on a pair of pants and found you one of his shirts for you to put on before he left the room.

You threw the shirt on and went out to find him.

Axl was on the couch, rocking himself slightly. His head was down and he was staring at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you.

You went over to him and sat beside him on the couch. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put a hand on his back, gently rubbing it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He blurted, still not looking at you.

“Didn’t mean to do what?” You asked in a soft voice.

“I-I don’t even know...” He said, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. You reached for them and held them in your own. “I just... I thought it would be fun.” You nodded in understanding.

“It wasn’t.” He rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I got that.” Finally he looked up at you. For a moment he just looked at you, then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead and cheek and nose, pretty much anywhere he could reach in this hold. “I’m sorry I made you say that.”

“You could’ve just said something earlier.” You mumbled, looking at his face and just taking in his features.

“I know.” He let out a heavy sigh. “So,” he started, “wanna give me a blow job?” He asked with a smile. You swatted the back of his head and stood up, walking back to the room. Axl followed and wrapped his arms around you.

Your boyfriend was touring and after months of dating but not going on the road with him you finally got the chance to actually come with him.

The separation was not the ideal circumstance for either of you and you called all the time, every day and night you’d be getting calls from him asking how you’ve been. At night the calls usually took a turn to more sexual areas, you were alone and needy and so was he.

The crew going with Guns was the real issue, they wanted to save as much money as possible, even if it wasn’t necessary. That meant that you wouldn’t be getting a free pass on the plane with the band. Slash had offered to pay for your ticket but you refused because you didn’t know when you’d be able to pay him back. But all of that was behind you now and you were finally on the road with the band.

It was right before one of their headlining shows and Slash was backstage with you in his dressing room. You were on the couch and he asked if you’d give him a blow job before he went on. You didn’t want to at first because you didn’t think you’d have time but Slash promised you would, and so you did.

You were on your knees sucking him off, you could tell he was enjoying it by the faces he was making. You knew if you really wanted to you could make him a whining little mess but you were focused on speed right now.

While you were busy bobbing your head on his length he got a cigarette out and lit it. Nothing out of the ordinary, Slash was a known chainsmoker. You watched his euphoric expression and the way his head fell back as smoke drifted past his lips and into the air.

Then he looked back down at you with this expression that you just couldn’t place. He had this smirk as he looked down at you. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” He asked, not expecting an answer while your mouth was full of him. You caught his gaze wandering to the cigarette between his fingers. “Think I could make you hotter?” You raised a brow at him.

“What?” You asked as you pulled back. The exact moment you did so Slash tapped off the end of his cigarette where you would’ve been had you not moved. You stared up at him wide eyed with fear and anger.

He seemed to have realised his mistake as soon as he made it because he stared back at you with those same wide eyes, except his were of worry. You didn’t say anything else, you just got up and left the room.

You stayed to watch the show, the band still put on a great performance and you didn’t want to miss it, but you didn’t stick around afterward like you normally would. Instead you took a taxi back to the hotel you were staying at.

Slash came home later, much later. You had fallen asleep already by the time he got back. He saw you crashed on the bed with the TV on. You were laying over the covers and still had your clothes on so he figured you’d passed out while watching a movie or something.

He went to his suitcase and found a shirt to get you into. He undressed you and tried his best to keep you asleep but you fell asleep while he was struggling with your pants. “What are you doing?” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Slash froze. He slowly looked up at you.

“I was trying to get you into something comfier.” He explained his usual soft yet raspy voice.

“Oh...” You mumbled and just let him continue. He eventually got your pants and shirt off, he took your bra off per your request because it was not comfortable to sleep in. He offered to let you wear a pair of his shorts as well instead of the pretty lace you had on. Of course you accepted the offer and Slash helped you get his clothes on. They didn’t fit you but for sleep they were perfect.

You got under the covers while Slash turned the lights off, though he kept the TV on for background noise. He got under the covers with you and rested his head on your chest. “I won’t do that again.” He mumbled. You were barely conscious yourself at this point so you just nodded with a hum. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” You mumbled back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He gave a small kiss to your collarbone.

“If you ever do anything like that again you’re sleeping with Axl.” You threatened. Slash grumbled and after a small pause he looked up at you.

“You wouldn’t really, would you?” You could tell there was some genuine concern.

“Do you really want to find out?” Slash stared at you for a moment longer before going back to nuzzling your tits.

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[skinomyteethh]

OH MY GOD PLEASEE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE AN AXL ROSE X FEM READER SMUT DRABBLE

i beg of you. i love your writing

bump and grind

pairing; axl rose x fem! reader

summary; sex w slightly drugged axl

contains/warnings; drug use, fingering, handjob, teasing, slight cum eating i think, sex (duhh), like no dialogue. may contain spelling mistakes

authors note; raaahh i hope u like it this was kinda rushed lololol

the bedroom was quiet, dimly lit, the only light that filled the room belonged to a small lamp on the bedside table. he took a small, re-closable plastic out of the back pocket of his leather pants, spilling the white powder in a somewhat neat line down her thigh. he inched closer to her thigh, slowly snorting the powder, sighing in pure ecstasy.

axl tilted his head upward, placing soft, messy kisses on her stomach. his kisses trailed up to her chest, shoving his face in between her breasts. soon enough his warm, wet tongue licked her nipple repeatedly, roughly kneading her other breast with his left hand. her soft, desperate moans replaced the silence in the room. [name] streamed her hand down to his undergarments, sliding them off just enough to allow his erect dick to spring out against his stomach.

the tip of his cock was a bright pink, droplets of pre-cum spilling from the slit. she wrapped her hand around it, slowly jerking him off. axl moaned against her nipple, the vibrations sending a whole new shock of pleasure throughout her body. he unattached himself from her chest, breathing heavily as she stroked him.

"oh fuck baby, just like that.." he slightly thrusted his hips against her hand, biting his bottom lip as he groaned in satisfaction. axl had his eyes closed tightly, the drug he had previously consumed only intensified the pleasure he felt, it was incredibly overwhelming for him.

he shakily brought his hand down, in between her legs, rubbing small, sloppy circles on her clit. her pinkish lips parted, moans spilling out from between them, her stroking slowing down. axl roughly slapped her soaked cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal before slowly inserting his middle finger and ring finger into her tight, velvety entrance.

pleads and random words spilt from her mouth as he messily fingered her open. his fingers seemed to hit spots she never knew she had, spots that caused her to shiver and wail in pure fulfillment as he made her inch closer and closer to the edge. [name] absolutely loved indulging in hedonism with axl, he always made her feel so good, so beautiful.

her hand let go of his dick, now both of her arms were wrapped around him clawing at his back as she reached her first orgasm of the night. "oh fuck, i'm coming axl.." and with one final harsh thrust of his fingers she finally came, absolutely soaking axl's fingers even more than before. he pulled them out, sticking his tongue out, licking a strip from his knuckles, up to his fingertips, tasting her cum.

as [name] caught her breath axl desperately lined his cock up with her entrance, slowly pushing inside her. the feeling of her warm and wet cunt around him made his breath hitch. upon taking a very deep breath axl began slowly thrusting in and out of her, groaning. her perfectly manicured fingernails clawed at his back, leaving light red marks behind.

their sounds of pleasure grew louder and louder, his thrusts became mildly uncoordinated as his orgasm crept up on him. the sight of her legs whorishly spread and the heavenly moans that came out of her lips seem to be enough to push him to the edge, axl rapidly and rather swiftly pulled out of her, his cum now spilling onto her stomach as he threw his head back in mere euphoria.

"oh my god..that was amazing" he muttered under his breath, biting his bottom lip. axl laid down next to [name], placing soft kisses on her cheek.

"you were amazing hun."

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[stevenssticks]

reader absolutely breaking axl and making him beg and cry and just degrading him over all PLEASE

bia you really just get it.

i can imagine him giving you a hard time all day. he would be ordering you around, acting all big and tough. you’ve just about had enough of him telling you to go fetch him x y and z, having you running back and fourth from stores to the studio for food, drinks and whatnot. finally he stops asking you for things, as he’s now too busy chatting with the rest of the band about how “easy” you are. that’s it for you. you’re going home. you abruptly stand up from your chair in the corner of the recording studio, shooting axl a glare that says “you’re fucked” and you watch as his face drops while you storm out of the studio back to your apartment. you’re supposed to stay at his tonight, actually. this just digs the knife deeper.

axl of course comes looking for you like a lost puppy. he knows he fucked up. he comes home to his apartment first to not find you there. He practically sprints to your house. frantically knocking on your door. he would have this sad look in his pretty green eyes when you open the door. pulling him in by the arm and slamming him up against the now closed door.

“you think you can just fucking say that shit about me? nuh? we both know who the easy one really is in this relationship. now go to the bedroom and strip.”

Axl nods enthusiastically, dashing to the bedroom to do as he’s told. You follow him soon after, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. his silky hair covering his eyes.

“i’m really sorry, baby. i don’t know why i said the things i did.” axl looks up at you through his bangs, eyes a little watery.

“i think it’s a little too late for a half assed apology. get on the bed.”

axl of course, does as he’s told. he’s already half hard. you straddle him, still fully clothed. and take his cock in your hand. axl whines, abs tensing and flexing.

“you’re gonna take what i give you. and you’re not gonna cum until i say. if i deem you deserve it at all.” you begin to move your hand over him. starting off slow, then moving fast and hard before slowing down again. axl is writhing on the bed. when he gets too rowdy you give a hard slap to his hip and slow down again.

“gonna cum. please, lemme cum i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” axl whines. voice almost as high as when he’s singing. you slap his hip again, harder than before. axl nearly shoots off the bed.

“no.”

axl is so wet and messy by now. you’ve been bringing him to the edge over and over again. his cock is covered in precum, and he’s got tears running down his cheeks and drool running down the side of his cheek; unable to control the sounds that come out of his mouth anymore. letting out little “ah ah ah”s and long strung out whines.

“please… please i’m sorry. i swear i’ll never say anything like that again. please.” he’s full on sobbing by now. you’re slowly moving your hand over him. you’ve worked him enough, you’ve decided. but you wanna hear him beg for it one more time.

“beg for it, baby.”

“fuck, please. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry. please…. i need you. fuck me. i want you so bad. i’m so sorry.” he’s sobbing even harder now. you’ve never seen him this messy and strung out before.

“okay, honey. i forgive you.” you remove your hand from his cock and he lets out a sigh as he watches you pull your pants and underwear off. you lay down next to him, beckoning him over. he crawls on top of you. cock rubbing up against your pussy nice and slow before pushing into you. he nearly loses it right then and there. he leans down on top of you, needing to be as close as he can to you. he cradles your neck with his hand, bringing your faces close to give a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i’m really sorry, honey. i love you.”

“i know,” you reply, and smile as he starts to move. “now cum for me.”

it doesn’t take axl long, as worked up as he is. tears still falling even if he’s not openly crying anymore. he’s so overwhelmed. a mix of shame and relief bubbling up inside him.

“oh fuck, you feel so good. please… oh fuck i’m cumming. fuck. there’s so much. there’s so much. oh my god..”

you lock your legs around his waist. keeping him pressed up against you as he comes down from his high, hips circling slowly and making punched out “uh uh uh”s as he slows.

you smile up at him, kissing his cheek and then planting a warm kiss on his lips.

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ok i’m not sure about this bc i’m on vacation and like was only half present to write this lmfao. sorry if it’s not my best work. i’m probably gonna go back and edit this when i’m home :)

#guns n roses #gnr #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose x reader #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose smut

[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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[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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[bubbledtee]

early 90s! james dealing with his insane crush on a girl who’s dating axl rose and him trying to win her over but still being respectful while she plays into it ?!?!

this is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he’d be trying to win over your affection whenever axl wasn’t there. he’d buy you drinks, compliment your outfits, ask you about your day, all of that. and you absolutely entertain it, looking up at him through your eyelashes and batting them when he tells you a cute lil joke or compliments your dress while staring at your cleavage.

and then as soon as axl comes back you both have to cease flirting and act as though nothing happened. i feel like it honestly would end in you cheating on axl with james bc ofc it would 🤭🤭

#i need him #james hetfield #papa het #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield x reader #axl rose #axl rose fanfiction #ask #anon #bub’s thoughts

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Before He Cheats | Chapter 3 • Duff Mckagan x Reader

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Word count: 2,805

A/N: I'm sorry that the third chapter took so long to make. I will taking a break from this story so I can work on my requests and work on another x reader multiple chapter story that I have been wanting to work on for a while.

Skylar's P.O.V

Man, they were so annoying. They were ruining my date with Duff. I was walking back to the Guitar shop with my fists clenched and an angry look on my face. I heard footsteps from far away, they were getting louder.

Duff was walking on the left side of me. He was breathing pretty heavily from all that running he did. "Skylar, why were you acting so rude?" Duff asked me.

"Because they were wasting our time." I replied. I scoffed. We both stopped walking because there was a car coming by.

"They weren't wasting my time." Duff said. Of course he would say that. We continued walking. I'm gonna have to tell him the truth. I can't hide this from him any longer. My fists were unclenched and I was rubbing my shoulder with my right hand.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. I'm tired of people interrupting us everytime we hang out together." I started to blush from embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Duff asked me. He didn't sound very happy. "Because I thought you would be mad." I said nervously. I looked at Duff and he was pretty angry. His fists were also clenched. "I'm mad that you didn't straight up tell me." Duff said angrily. I'm not used to him being angry, he's always happy and nice. I stopped looking at Duff and I looked straight ahead.

It was slient for a little bit. The wind was blowing in the background, the trees were rustling, and I could hear cars passing by.

"After I get my bass guitar, I'm going home." Duff was walking faster than me. He was pretty far from me.

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? I could have kept my mouth shut. Now Duff is mad at me. I'm so stupid. Why can't I just tell him how I feel? But that Claire girl, something was off about her. She seems pretty suspicious.

The next day, Slash's P.O.V.

1:00 PM, it was pretty hot outside. I'm kinda glad that it's hot in this house because my pet snakes are not in their tanks, wandering around the house and hot temperatures/weather are good for snakes. I was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. I was eating cereal while I was lying in my bed. I didn't have work today again. I could just relax until (Y/N) opened the door, calling my name. "Slash!" (Y/N) raised her voice at me. She was wearing a white plated ruffled short dress with brown boots. She looked pretty cute. "What is it, honey?" I yawned. "You said that you were going to hang out with me today." (Y/N) said.

"Oh yeah right." I forgot that I said that yesterday. That was the last thing on my mind. It didn't matter if I forgot or not, I didn't want to hangout with her at all. "Do you want to go bike riding with me?" I set my bowl on the nightstand. (Y/N) was smiling at you. "Yes, I do." She said, she had her hand on her hip. I got off from my bed and stretched a little. I haven't rode my bike in a little while so this is

"Alright, help me get the bikes from the garage." I told her. "Okay." She was walking to the garage, I was walking behind her.

Claire's P.O.V

I was at the beach bike shop, waiting for Slash. It's so fucking hot outside, the sun was beaming in my face. It didn't help that I was wearing a jean jacket.

I'm going bike riding with Slash but it's with (Y/N). Last time I hung out with her, she was so painfully nice and wouldn't stop talking to me. Maybe this time it won't be so bad. I already have my bike with me.

Slash's car was parked pretty far away from where I was standing. Slash was wearing a black tank top and some navy blue shorts. His hair was in a ponytail and he had sunglasses on. He looked so hot in his outfit and (Y/N) was using a stupid dress and some boots.

"Slash and (Y/N) were taking their bikes out of the trunk of their car. They set their bikes next to the car.

"I forgot my helmet again." Slash said.

"You always forget your helmet." (Y/N) said. They both turned around and saw me.

"I thought it was going to be only me and you." (Y/N) was confused.

"Well, Claire wants to join us." Slash pointed at me. I walked up to Slash, I was standing next to him. I was twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I just wanted to hang out with you guys." I lied. I only wanted to hang out with Slash, not with his annoying girlfriend. (Y/N) was scratching her head. "Uhh…" Before (Y/N) could say anything, some guy passed by us with his bike really fast.He rode his bike back to us, he hit the brake on his bike. "Hey guys! I didn't know you were coming here." A guy with short black hair said to us. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt with navy blue jeans and black pumas. Who was he?

"Hi Izzy." (Y/N) smiled. Oh, his name is Izzy.

"Oh you're that Claire girl that Steven was talking about yesterday." He said. I was a bit confused. Who is Steven? Slash probably knows. Izzy got off his bike and put his right hand in front of me. "Hi I'm Izzy." Izzy said. He wanted me to shake his hand, this was awkward. "H-Hey Izzy." I shook his hand. He seems nice. He let go of my hand. "Can I hang out with you guys? I got nothing–"

"No." Slash said. He was angry at Izzy. "Please." (Y/N) whined. She kept on pulling Slash's arm like a spoiled child. Please say no. "Alright, honey." Slash sighed. She stopped pulling on Slash's arm. Slash, you fucking idiot. I facepalmed. All I wanted to do was hang out with Slash, just the two of us.

Izzy immediately took off with the bike. He was pedaling really fast. "Izzy! Wait!" (Y/N) immediately went on her bike and pedaled really fast. She was catching up to Izzy. Slash got on his bike. "She's really annoying." I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

"I know." Slash agreed.

Izzy's P.O.V

Still pedaling my bike, Ibwas like two blocks away. My hair and clothes were blowing in the wind. The wind felt pretty good on my body on this sunny day. I stopped pedaling my bike because I was getting pretty tired. I turned my head around to see that (Y/N) was catching up to me. She was pedaling pretty fast. Slash was right behind her. "IZZY!" (Y/N) shouted my name from afar. She immediately stopped her bike. She got off of her bike and was breathing pretty heavily. She was right next to me. "Don't ever go that fast again. I could barely keep up." (Y/N) whined. I laughed a little at her.

Slash stopped his bike and he was next to (Y/N). "That was pretty fun." Slash said. He got off the bike and hold (Y/N)'s hand. "Where's Claire?" I asked. As I asked, I saw Claire pedaling her bike fast into the distance. She looked really angry until she saw a dent in the sidewalk. Claire tried to hit the brakes on the bike to stop in time but it was too late. Claire tripped over a dent on the sidewalk and fell off of her bike. She fell flat on her face. We were all shocked that this happened. "Oww!" Claire yelled in agony. She slowly got up from the ground. She was sitting, with her left leg sticking out and her right leg underneath her left leg. She was holding onto her right left with both hands. Why did she and the others not bring knee pads? "Honey– I mean Claire!" Slash quickly ran up to Claire. Slash sat next to her, trying to help her out. He lifted up her left pants leg slowly. There was a scrape on her knee, it was bleeding pretty badly. All we could do was stare at it. "Claire, are you okay?" Slash asked as he hold her arm. "I'm not okay, idiot! I scraped my knee." Claire yelled. It looked like she was in so much pain. "I got her. Go bring the car here and get the first aid kit from the car." Slash told us. "Okay, we'll see you there." (Y/N) said. We decided to walk instead of using our bikes because we didn't go that far.

Me and (Y/N) were walking to the car like Slash told us to do. It's so hot, I just wanted to eat some ice-cream. "Why did Slash call Claire honey?" I asked (Y/N) "I don't know. It was probably an accident." (Y/N) said. I doubt it was an accident. You don't call a friend of yours honey, especially when you have a girlfriend. "How long has Claire and Slash been friends?" I asked her. I was curious. "They have been friends for a couple of months now. They met at a bar." She explained. They met at a bar? Why would Slash go to a bar? "Duff sent me a picture of him at work." She said, I remember that I fixed Duff's bass guitar yesterday and he was mad when he came back for it. That was weird, he was happy when he asked me to fix his bass guitar. She showed me the picture on her phone. The picture was Duff in his work uniform in the bathroom. "He looks so cute." She added. She put her phone back in her pocket. It's so obvious that Duff likes her more than a friend, why can't she see it? He has had a crush on her since their sophomore year of high-school. "Duff is such a nice person and kind person. He loves helping others, he loves hanging out with us, he never has beef with anyone, I'm surprised that you guys aren't dating. You guys would be a perfect match." I told her. She didn't look happy at all when I said all of that to her. "Perfect match? Me and Duff are just best friends. I'm happy with Slash. He's my everything." She said, she took a sip from her soda. I don't want to see her get angry so I'm just gonna shut up. "Forget I said anything." I said. I should have kept my mouth shut. Now I think that (Y/N) knows that Duff loves her. I shouldn't have outed him out like that.

Moments later…

(Y/N) drove the car back to where Slash and Claire were at. The bikes were in the trunk except for my bike. Slash and Claire were sitting in the car, fixing up her inquiries while me and (Y/N) were at an ice-cream cart, eating ice cream and talking to each other. What a perfect time for an ice-cream cart to come around here. The ice-cream cart was about 80 meters away from the car. It's time for me to go to work unfortunately. "Well, I did have a lot of fun today." I smiled. "Me too." She said, I looked at the car window from afar and I think that Claire kissed Slash on the cheek. Slash kissed her back. Slash is cheating on (Y/N). I was shocked that this is happening but not really. "Izzy?" (Y/N) kept tugging at my shirt. I snapped my head back to (Y/N). "S-Sorry, (Y/N). I got distracted." I said to her, I threw my soda can at the ground because I was done with it. "I gotta go to work. I'll see you guys later." I got on my bike. "Bye Izzy." (Y/N) waved at me. I rode my bike into the distance.

Axl's P.O.V

It's 3:00 PM, my air conditioner was on in my house since it's hot outside. I was in the living room, playing on my piano. The song I was playing was Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata".

There was a knock on my door. Someone had to interrupt me while I was playing on my piano. I got up from my piano and walked to the door. Who was at my door? Skylar was at the door. She looked pretty sad. Skylar was wearing a burgundy tank top with black short jeans and black strap sandals. I wasn't really expecting her to come here. Me and Sky have been friends for a few years. Sky can be annoying, mean, and too honest sometimes I still hang out with her. "Sky, what are you doing here?" I asked her as I went back to my piano and continued playing. Skylar shut the door and walked up to me. Skylar stood next to me. She was kinda distracting me just by standing there. "I just want to talk to you about something." She said, she was scratching her head. "Sure, what is it?" I asked her. "Well, I don't tell anyone this but I'm in love with Duff." She told me. My face went from smiling a little to neutral. What she told me wasn't really surprising. I already know that Skylar is in love with Duff. "I know you like Duff, I can tell." I said. She punched me in my shoulder really hard. It hurted so bad, it made me stop playing the piano. "Asshole." She said in an angry tone. Her fists were clenched. "Ow!" I yelled as I rubbed my shoulder.

"It's so obvious you like him. You ask him to sit with you in the Tunnel of Love thing. I can't believe he's that oblivious." I yelled. "But I think he likes (Y/N). He always stares at her, compliments her, hangs out with her more than me and now he hates me because I lashed at him earlier." Skylar said. "He can't be with (Y/N), she's with Slash." I told her.

"No shit, Axl. I know that." Skylar yelled at me.

"Well, try harder than. I don't know what you want me to do!" I yelled at her. All of this yelling is making my throat hurt. "Can we stop yelling at each other?" Skylar asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. I have nothing else to do." Skylar layed on my couch, she put her feet on the couch. I turned my whole body around, facing her. "Instead of sitting on the couch, why don't you sit on my lap? I got a special gift for you." I give her a seductive look and I pointed at my crotch. She looked at me with an angry look in her eye. She's not in the mood to hear my stupid gross jokes. I stopped pointing at my crouch and sighed. "I'm gonna get you something to eat from the fridge." I said, I walked from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty messy, there were dirty dishes in the sink, pieces of food were on the floor. I will clean it up later.

What's in my fridge? Just a bunch of microwaved food, drinks and leftover spaghetti from yesterday. Skylar's favorite food is spaghetti, I might as well give her the last of it. I'm not really that hungry so I'm gonna have a glass of wine or bottle of wine because it's going to be a long and rough week. I set the cold bowl of spaghetti and fork on the living room table and I sat on the piano chair with a bottle of wine in my hand. "What made you lash at Duff?" I asked her, trying to open the wine bottle. "I got mad because everytime we hang out someone always has to interrupt us. This time Slash and his friend, Claire interrupted us–" Sky was still talking but all I heard was Claire. Claire, not her again. I'm tired of hearing her name. "Great, here we go again." I was getting angry just hearing her name. All that anger made me finally the wine bottle. "Wait? You know Claire?" She pointed at me. "No, only Izzy has met Claire. Me, Steven and Izzy were just talking about her earlier" I said as I threw the cork on the ground. "Let's just stop talking about Claire and relax a bit." I drank straight from the bottle because I didn't care. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes at me.

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[myouiminn]

Rejection to Redemption

Axl Rose x Reader

Notes:don't repost without my permission!

Axl was on stage, his voice echoing through the arena as he sang the lyrics to his most iconic songs. He had noticed Y/n in the front row, her presence standing out in the crowd. However, he knew that winning her over wouldn't be easy.

After the show, Axl stepped off the stage, wearing an unassuming smile. He approached Y/n, who was chatting with some friends.

"Hi, Y/n," he greeted gently. "I saw you during the show. Did you enjoy it?"

Y/n smiled but was direct in her response. "Yes, it was great, but I really don't think going out with you is a good idea."

Axl was a bit surprised but respected her answer. "I understand. I won't push it."

In the weeks that followed, Axl continued his tour, but he couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. He wasn't someone who gave up easily and was determined to win her over, even if it took time.

During a special show on a starry night, Axl dedicated a song to Y/n. He sang with an intensity that conveyed his passion and desire. At the end of the song, he looked directly into her eyes and said, "Y/n, I'd still love to go out with you. Just one chance."

Y/n, taken aback by his dedication and persistence, hesitated for a moment. She looked at Axl, saw the sincerity in his face, and finally smiled. "Alright, Axl. Let's go out."

Axl couldn't contain his excitement. "Great! I can't wait. You won't regret it, I promise."

And so, Y/n gave Axl Rose a chance. She realized that beneath the fame and glamour, there was someone genuine and passionate. As they went out together and got to know each other better, they discovered a special connection that transcended the world of entertainment. Sometimes, love can start with a rejection, but if it's genuine, it can find its way.

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[thesmokingguns]

Moving To LA

Izzy was smoking a cigarette at the Greyhound bus station, tapping his foot against the wet LA pavement from a rare storm that had blown through an hour before. It had caused the bus to be later, traffic having backed up on the freeways and delaying the arrival of his childhood friend.

The bus finally was pulling up, creaking to a stop, brakes squealing from a driver who hit them too hard and frequently. Izzy was peering up, looking at the foggy wet windows and wondering if he was going to be able to see Axl.

One by one people streamed off, haggard and half nauseous from the car sickness of the long ride. He waited as old ladies with too much drug store perfume assed by. Looked over the runaways trying to make their way in a city as lost as they were. Finally catching sight of Axl descending the stairs.

Axl wore a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans. Worn white tennis shoes and a duffel bag completed the look. He made it down two stairs before turning around, hands reaching back and Izzy cursed, seeing a little girl who couldn’t have been older than two resting her pretty head on his shoulder.

Axl caught sight of Izzy, raised a hand in greeting as he made his way over.

“Who is that?” the words came out before he could stop them, watching the girl stick her thumb into her mouth. Round eyes taking in the new sights around her as she glanced around LA for the first time.

Axl gave Izzy a look that let him know it was a long story that they would be discussing, just shaking his head a bit to let him know that it wasn’t the time to have this discussion.

But Izzy was very freaked out by the presence of a child. Especially since Axl was supposed to be crashing at his place. Izzy lived with his girlfriend who used heroin and would sometimes leave her drugs on the coffee table in the perfect grabbing distance of a little kids chubby fingers. PLus Izzy didn’t know much about children so  Axl showing up with one was a shock.

“Her name is Heather but I call her Health like the candy bar.” Axl said. The little girl raised her head, those big eyes staring into Izzy’s soul and reminded him of someone from long ago.

Axl had the same feeling when he saw Heath for the first time. The same gut reaction with his blood running cold as mental math began. Axl had already done the math and he knew that it was with him of Izzy that were the little girls father. But he also knew that he couldn’t leave the kid in Lafayette with her mother who didn’t have the time or patience for a little girl.

“Fuck.” Axl nodded his head as the girl scrunched up her nose at the words and Izzy blanched again thinking about how he was going to have to worry about his language around this child. “Shit.” she smirked at this, Izzy not being able to control the foul words that came out.

“Shit.” she mimicked, both men trying to hide their smirks as her sweet baby voice said a curse word. It wasn’t funny but it felt appropriate for the situation.

“Yeah, Heath. Shit is right.” Axl praised as he followed Izzy along the sidewalk, adjusting the kid on his hip. He didn’t want to put her down and have her run off before he could grab her hand. Plus Heath was so small it wasn’t like he was carrying something that weight a million pounds.

Izzy was quiet on the walk, chain smoking and making Axl walk on the inside of teh sidewalk because he didn’t want anything happening to the kid in his friends arms. He was thinking about her mother, Leeann. The way they would fuck in teh back seat of his rusted out car. Hot and heavy without protection because they were dumb kids. Izzy had found out Axl had also been banging her and the two, who could have fought about it bonded over it in a way only teenage boys could.

Now there was a baby.

A few hours later Heath was asleep in Izzy’s bed. His girlfriend had freaked out at the sight of a kid and cleared out. Izzy didn’t blame her and if it wasn’t a mess he had potentially got himself into he would have cleared out too. Axl seemed really calm about the whole thing.

“Guess we should talk about Heath now.” he said, finishing cleaning up the mess of the house and childproofing a  space that was definitely not made for kids. Izzy was used to Axl being high strung and this side of him where he seemed in control threw him off, “I like her a lot. We don’t have to do a test or anything, I’m fine raising her and being her dad.”

That was it, Izzy thought. Axl was a good dad. It was like he had managed to mellow out from having a kid. But Izzy couldn’t help but worry that the kid was his and he felt this responsibility to her.

“What if it’s not ours?” Axl shrugged, pulling out paperwork and showing it to his friends. He had signed somethings saying that Heather was his and he legally had parental rights over her.

“When you left I was there. I’ve been with Heather since she was a baby.” so Axl had raised her this whole time and hadn’t told Izzy. Something about that didn’t sit well with him,

Izzy felt like he had been cheated.

“We should get tested, just in case.” Izzy said. But he could tell Axl didn’t want to really know because blood work didn't matter, Heather was his daughter in his heart and that was all that mattered.

Axl shook his head and Izzy didn’t get why this was a fight. How could trying to get paternity be such a big deal? Axl had brought her here knowing it would happen.

“Listen, I just thought.” Axl was trying to find his words. “If she’s yours I mean…fuck..” And Izzy knew he couldn’t lose her.

“I guess we’re raising a kid together then.'' The two men looked at each other, eyes meeting and knowing they needed to have a drink as they thought about this.

Two dads trying to be rockstars. What could go wrong?

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[niksixx]

His Vows to You

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader 

Description: His vows to you on your wedding day. 

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.

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When sixteen year old Axl Rose told every single person he knew that he was going to one day marry Y/N Y/L/N, he was laughed at, ridiculed, and not taken seriously. Because, really, what do teenagers know about love? But at sixteen, I saw love in the way you smiled at everyone in the school hallway whether they were your friend or not. I saw love in the way you spent five days teaching your eight year old neighbor how to ride a skateboard when most kids would have given up after the third day. I saw love in the way you nearly jumped in front of a car to save a kitten, who you ended up adopting shortly after. Now, I see love in the way you stay up until three in the morning with me as I finish writing one of many songs about you, because you simply can’t sleep without me next to you. I see love in the way you wait for me to come home after work so we can watch the newest episode of our favorite show together. I see love in your eyes when you look at me, your smile when you laugh at me, and in your lips when you kiss me. And each kiss is filled with more love than the last. I promise to never take an ounce of your love for granted. And I swear to you, from this day forward, I will wake up everyday showering you in the same kind of love you have blessed me with.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do one where the whole band is in the studio and reader is so desperate that she rides axl in front of everyone. Preferably the original line up in the current era please I love you❤🌷

A/n: I may have gone a little crazy with this but that's ok because who doesn't love the whole pretty boy band <3

Warnings: Smut, gang bang, riding, fingering(f receiving), hand jobs, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Guns N’ Roses was finally back from tour and you couldn’t have been happier to get to be with Axl again. You called everyday while he was away, with the calls often ending in phone sex, but it wasn’t enough.

You knew from the get go with him that you wouldn’t be able to be with him as much as you might have liked to be, it was just part of being with someone in a band. Didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, in more ways than one.

You’d spent the first few days together, as per usual, but one morning you woke up to find him getting ready to leave.

“Hey, babe, where’re you going?” You asked as you walked into the bathroom where he was.

“Going to the studio today.” He answered through a mouthful of toothpaste. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror then back to him.

“Why? You guys just got back from tour.” He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

“Yeah, where I had a lot of time to think of new songs.” He explained. He planted a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the bathroom and to the walk-in closet. “We’re going to a studio to work on the instrumentals of some of them for our next album.” You watched as he sorted through clothes.

“What about me?” You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

“What about you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You expect me to just sit here all day?”

“Don’t you do that a lot anyway?” You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest and he gave you a kiss instead of apologising. “It’s only a few hours and then I’ll be home again.” You scoffed. He started changing in front of you, you watched him shamelessly.

“I’m coming with you.” You stated and started picking out your own outfit.

“No you’re not.” He looked at you with a confused expression. “What would you even do?” You shrugged.

“Nothing.” You said as you found an outfit for yourself. “But I want to be with you, so I’m coming.” He stared at you for a moment before deciding that he’s not going to be able to change your mind.

“Fine, be ready in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you.

You finished getting ready, it took longer than ten minutes but you knew he wouldn’t leave without you, and of course he didn’t. He was still waiting in the kitchen on his phone, completely having lost sense of time.

Upon entering the studio you were met with familiar faces all around. Slash was looking down at his Les Paul, Izzy was watching him and strumming along a rhythm to it. Steven and Duff were talking about dogs. At least you assumed so since they were showing each other pictures of dogs.

They all greeted you and Axl when you came in. Axl guided you to the couch and sat next to you, throwing an arm around you and holding you close to his side.

They were all talking about one thing or another, the tour, home life, stuff like that before actually diving into what they came there for which was the next album.

You were bored out of your mind. No one cared when you went on your phone, you didn’t really have much reason to be there anyway other than them asking your opinion on some things, which lyric fit better, whether or not they should add more solos. You enjoyed helping when you could but you were so fucking bored you were losing your mind.

You started reading about Axl, finding smutty fics about him to pass the time. It did help, to a point. After a few minutes of reading all you wanted was to act it out.

You knew he had his phone in his pocket so you texted him, saying how needy you were. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and looked at it, glancing back at you before responding. He told you to go deal with it in the bathroom. You huffed and stayed seated on the couch.

As they kept talking you decided ‘fuck it’ and started pushing the joint in your thumb against your clit through your thin, summer shorts. It wasn’t much but it was some form of friction, friction you were craving.

You kept your eyes on your phone for the most part but when you heard Slash’s low chuckle you had to look up. His glasses covered his eyes so you couldn’t see exactly where he was looking but you could tell he was looking at you, watching you touch yourself. His hand covered his mouth but he was smiling, you could see it in his cheeks. That much was a motivator to keep going.

You spread your legs and reached your hand into your shorts, continuing to touch yourself but this time with a viewer. Slash kept watching, smiling, chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Slash?” Axl finally asked. His tone wasn’t angry, even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the way the corners of his mouth were pulled into a smile.

The guitarist shook his head and gestured to you. You quickly closed your legs and hid what you had been doing so when Axl turned to look at you there was nothing to see. Sure enough he asked Slash what you’d been doing.

“Go deal with your girlfriend.” He mumbled, aiming his gaze to the ground. Axl turned around again and took a closer look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat was starting to collect at your hairline and your breathing was heavy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He came over to you, getting your pants and panties off. You started squirming and reaching for your clothes, not expecting him to undress you in front of his band. “I told you to stay home but no you just had come along, now look at you.” He gestured to your now half-naked body. You still tried to cover yourself but he wouldn’t let you, holding your legs apart as his bandmates gathered around behind him to gawk at your glistening folds.

Axl slapped your thigh. “Get up.” You did as he asked, though still wanting to cover yourself. Axl got his half-hard dick out of his pants and sat down behind you before pulling you down on him, slipping into you with ease given how hot you made yourself prior.

He got your legs onto the couch so you were straddling him, backwards cowgirl style. He wanted you to do all the work, since this was what you wanted in the first place. He also wanted this position so that his friends could see everything, from your pretty little cunt to the faces you made when you came.

“Go on, give us a show.” Duff said, already palming himself through his jeans. Axl patted the space beside him for Duff to come sit. He did and pulled out his hard member for you to jerk. You let out a soft whine and reached for him, starting to bounce yourself on Axl’s cock while stroking Duff’s.

Steven came over as well, standing to the side of you so as to not abstract Slash and Izzy’s view of you. He dropped his own pants and waited expectantly for you to let him in on the fun. You glanced back to Axl. “Can’t keep him waiting.” He said with a grin. You looked back to Steven and started pumping his shaft as well.

You thought this was a lot but you knew it wasn’t the end of it either. Izzy and Slash were both standing farther back working themselves. It seemed that you watching them acted as confirmation and they came over.

They didn’t make you take them into your mouth like you thought they would, much to your delight. Instead, they started jerking themselves off in your face and all you could do was wait for them to cum on you.

Your body was getting tired, arms wanted to fall to your sides and your legs began to shake under you as you kept bouncing on Axl. Seeing this the ginger started fucking up into you, making it a little easier.

Of course he knew your body better than anyone and knew exactly which spots to hit to make your eyes roll back. You had five men around you, all with their dicks out for you. It made everything feel better, especially when Duff reached over to rub your clit.

He has long, talented fingers that quickened everything you were feeling. “Fuck! ‘M-’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” You whined, hands clenching and unclenching around Duff and Steven’s cocks which seemed to get Steven over the edge, white liquid spurting onto your lap.

You looked down at it with stars in your eyes. It was then that you realised how badly you wanted all of them to cum on you. You kept jerking Steven off, his voice getting higher now. You could feel Axl twitching inside of you so you looked back at him.

“Please cum inside, want it so bad, please.” You whined. Axl had always wanted kids so you learned early on in your relationship that he had a breeding kink and asking him to cum inside your tight cunt was a sure fire way to make him cum.

Sure enough he grabbed your hips and held you down on him while his cum filled you up. That feeling alone almost made you cum but what really did it was Slash toying with your nipple.

You hadn’t been looking at him so his warm hand was already a surprise but the way he fondled you made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shook and the couch under you, along with Axl’s lap, was now drenched.

You heard Duff groaning beside you and looked over just in time to catch his dick leaking, thick liquid coating your hand. His hand didn’t stop working on your clit, rubbing it, pinching and flicking. Seeing what made you moan the loudest and sweetest.

Izzy turned your head and thick ropes spurted onto your face. You stared up at him, lips parted as his seed slipped into your mouth. You were in such a trance for a moment you almost missed the feeling of Slash cumming on your chest.

More than once you’d caught him staring at your chest, really anyone’s chest. You smiled up at him and moved up and down Axl a few more times so he could watch your tits bounce while he came.

You were all breathing heavy, panting on one another as you came down from your highs.

“Get up.” Axl said with a heavy breath, patting your thigh. You got up and then started questioning what he wanted, your mind still in a haze. Sweat and jizz mixed together on your body and dripped down.

“Why..?” You asked out of breath and legs shaking beneath you.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad,” the ginger started, “why not give everyone a turn?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as you felt Slash’s big, warm hands wrap around your waist.

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[love-and-rockers]

Like anybody loves me that much (axl rose)

request:  @therockywhorerpictureshow I LIVE for angst. Could you do something in that vein with 80s axl? Any topic, I don’t care.

chosen prompt: angst 

“Why would I? For once in our lives they're getting along. I am not going to ruin that for them."

word count: 1765

w. none apart from Axl angst

(sorry if this is terrible, I haven't written in 2nd person since I was thirteen! 🤭)

Axl was missing. Which was not out of the ordinary, for the last few months that you had held acquaintance with him, you had come to discover that he was extremely introverted when he wanted to be. Preferring to spend his time holed up in his hotel room, or his bunk of the tour bus, writing random lyrics on scraps of paper and listening to whatever vinyl he had on him. 

But tonight was different, it was the end of a really successful show. Everything had gone off without any hitches, everybody had turned up on time, including Axl, everybody had stayed on stage the whole time, including Axl. Everything had been fine. The crowd had been enthusiastic and interactive, responsive and lively, spitting and shouting lyrics with fervor. Steven smashing down his drums in perfect time, his head bobbing and arms waving wildly, Slash and Izzy entering rhythm after rhythm, strumming perfect riffs and off course the absolute thunder and lightning of Duff’s  bass.

And that wasn’t even counting on Axl’s voice. You were positive that no words on Earth would ever be able to describe his voice. The siren’s capture of his timbre, the peaks and lows of his melodies. The vibrancy and the color that he managed to always express, the energy and the passion. And tonight he had been absolutely exhilarating, dancing up and down the stage completely on beat, red fiery hair flying up like Medusa. 

Yet as soon as he walked off the stage, hair dripping and throwing water over his face, he had disappeared. The rest had made agreements to go out for beers with the crew, bridging along lighting and sound engineers, for putting on such a good show. 

You had been asked, Duff immediately throwing his arm over your shoulders, but had declined to varying amounts of complaints. You had a lot of fucking paperwork to do anyway, Geffen putting you as the PR manager for the world’s most dangerous rockband, was, let’s just say less than easy. Keeping the image perfect but not too perfect, out of control but not spiraling, aggressive but not arrestable. 

Keeping Izzy’s head up for photoshoots, making sure that Duff and Slash will stumble drunkenly the “correct” way, keeping Steven at least within six feet of drumsticks and Axl. She sighed. 

He wasn’t as difficult as Alan made him out to be, or violent and constantly flying off the handle like the magazines said, he was a human no monster. But making sure he got from Point A to Point B without collapsing in on himself sometimes presented itself a task. 

He felt things and felt things deeply, bad album reviews sunk down into his very core, attacks on Slash’s playing was enough to send him into an angry, depressive spiral. You noticed that he never did seem to take the same thing said about him the same way though, he seemed to take attacks on his character and performance much more easily, almost like he believed it. 

The boys had made a bee line out of the venue, not bothering to stop in any dressing rooms, clutching to each other's leather jackets with already drunk fingers and stepping over each other's boots. Duff and Izzy dwarfed Slash and Steven, leading the two taller men to use them as standing racks.

“Be careful boys,” You shouted after them, receiving a group of distant “woos” and an “oh fuck” from Duff who had already managed to hit his head on a hanging pipe. You hoped somebody in the crew would stay half sober, for all of their sakes.

You were ready to turn around and ask for a cab to take you to the hotel, the best part about being staff was not having to use the tour bus, thank God, when you looked over at the single closed dressing room.

You knew who was in it, and immediately started debating about whether to enter. You and Axl were friends, probably, but you’d never been alone for more than a couple of minutes. You’d heard the horror stories from Alan Niven, of thrown glass bottles and furious yelling. 

You opened the door anyway. He was no monster to hide from, after all PR managers had seen the very last level of hell when talking to different bands and magazine representatives, the middle man stuck in between a rock and a hard place. 

You knocked quietly. Once, and then twice. 

He didn’t answer and you bit down on your lip, chewing the flesh,  and wondered if you should just leave. Surely, he was fine and just not feeling going out with the guys, just like you didn’t, but it just didn’t feel right. He was normally bouncing after such a good show, full of energy and open smiles, but today was different. 

You pushed open the red door, the warm light of the room hitting your eyes, and you could just see the redhead on the couch. The bright rust was pushed downwards, his gun mental covered fingers running through the stands vigorously while the vibrant blue bandana was abandoned on the floor. His shoulders were hunched and his white shirt was sweat soaked and crumpled. 

“Axl,”

“Yeah?” He didn’t lift his head, keeping his knees around his chest. 

“Everyone’s leaving, you wanna get a cab back out?” You didn’t mention the others. 

“Do we have to go yet? Or is this management making you keep me in check,” His voice was gritty and malicious, grumbling and stabbing in nature.

“We’re not keeping you in check, we keep you in the job and make sure your safe,”

He snorted aggressively, lifting his head even though you couldn’t see his eyes. “Safe? Ha. You just want to keep your job,”

You let out a heavy nose breath, so it was gonna be one of those conversations. “Yeah, we don’t want you being John Lennoned on us, then we’d all be out of the job,”

“Like anybody loves me that much,” He was still spiteful, but the tone had shifted to be more melancholic, a graying sadness bubbling under his voice. 

You made the move over to the couch, perching on the cushion next to his. He was still in his leather pants, stuck down onto his legs and skin and had not removed his sneakers.

“The fans out there seemed to enjoy your performance, you put a real good fucking show,” You weren’t lying, every performance was great, but this was had breathed like Frankenstein brought to life, and he had been the scientist, breathing through with his own breath. 

“They’re there for the rest of them, they don’t want me, the singer who can barely sing most days and who never shows up on time. They don’t. You shouldn’t either, all I do is make your life miserable. They should just dump me now,” 

His emerald eyes were glassy, unfallen tears still sitting, so close to falling down and his skin even paler in the light. He always looked beautiful, or sexy, or hot, his high cheekbones and slope of his nose but something about him here made him seem angelic. Halo of warm orange encircling his copper head and heavy weight pressing down his shoulders.

“All of you make my life miserable, you haven’t had to clean up Steven’s vomit after a long night of partying. And here’s the thing, you did turn up on time and from what I heard, sounded on key to me, you haven’t sat through what I have, I don’t know how I still have ears,”

He smiled at that, his lips turning upwards and eyes brightening to a peridot. His left hand fell from his hair, and he rested it over your own, the metal rings cooling your skin. He had calluses across his knuckles, the rough texture dancing across the back of your hand. 

“Who was it? Bret Michaels?”

You both chuckled at that. His shoulders relaxed, the tight pulling of his shoulder blades seeming to undo, as he leaned back against the back of the couch. Purple rings were encircling his eyes, he looked like he needed the rest, to let the heavy weights no longer balance on him. 

“Speaking of the others, why aren’t you going out and having a good time,” He said, eyes peering across, melting down your own, his cheeks were still slightly pink from the show, skin still shining from sweat. 

“Why aren’t you? You're not the one who has to wake up before nine tomorrow,”

“Why would I? For once in our lives they're getting along. I am not going to ruin that for them."

“Axl,” You clenched your fingernails over the flesh of his hand, you hated it when he acted like this. As if he was a worthless bug that the band was one step too close to stepping on. The band needed them all, why would the fans riot so loudly when the lead singer didn’t show up.

He was the only one who could sing that way, knocking up and down across notes, all the while keeping up every ounce of energy. He was so needed, so much more than he ever gave himself credit.

“Don’t Axl me, it’s true. I just seem to ruin it, let them enjoy the performance, they did good,”

You shuffled closer next to him, knees knocking together. “So did you. They had Izzy with them, I’m sure you would have been fine. You act like you manage to destroy everything,”

“Don’t I,” He sounded disbelieved at the idea you didn’t think so, his eyebrows raising. 

“It’s a few beers, and anyway, you haven’t ruined this,” 

“What if I’d rather stay with you? Listen to whatever interview you lot have got lined up,” He kept the grip over your hand, this time he moved closer to you, your shoulders now brushing together. The fabric of his shirt was soft against the bare skin of your arm. 

“You lot? You make us sound like a different species,”

“I mean aren’t you,” You lightly punched his side, listening to his deep laugh at your anger, until you were both laughing together. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the cotton against your cheek. Neither you nor he pulled away. 

“Now come on, who’s next? Kerrang?”

“Yep, now tell me about ‘Sweet Child O Mine’ again, they love that,”

As he started talking, lightness returning to his tone, he rested his own head against your own hair, and you forgot about booking the taxi, and about tomorrow morning’s early start.

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[stevenssticks]

Hello, could you make one of the current axl where the reader is going through a depressive episode and axl helps her? Please

I'm in a horrible moment and I just wanted someone to hug me and say that everything is fine 🥹

okay contrary to popular belief i think axl can really be such a sweetie when he’s around someone he’s comfortable with. especially you. so when you don’t answer your phone, and he finds out your friends haven’t seen you around, he’s rushing to your house. letting himself in with the spare key. when he finds you, you’re asleep. and he can tell you’ve been crying, eyes and lips all puffy. he kneels down so his elbows are resting on the bed, arms crossed over each other so he can rest his chin on them. just watching you sleep for a bit so he can think of his next move.

he blows a little air on you, making your eyes flutter open, looking up at him he sees your eyes are red rimmed. yeah, you’ve been crying. and he’s seen this happen with you before, so he does what he knows helps you best. he gets into bed with you, coming up behind you so you can turn over and curl into him.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks quietly, and you start to cry again. axl lets it happen, knowing that you crying it out helps better than him trying to shush you. he whispers sweet things to you. telling you,

“you’re gonna be okay, honey.”

“i’ve gotchu. i’m right here now and we will figure it out.”

“that’s it, cry it out. i’m gonna keep holding you.” and he does, he cradles the back of your head until your cries turn to sniffles. and then to soft snores again. not saying a word, just letting you rest in his arms, feeling comfortable and safe<3

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i need an axl. anyways i hope you’re doing okay lovely<3 sorry this took a while to answer :/

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[duffslut]

Older, wiser and sub

Modern Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 465

Warnings: Smut! Sub Axl. Spanking kink, Oral sex, Rimjob. Minors Dni.

- We can't do that here! - Axl protested, trying to get up from the couch you had just thrown him on.

- We can do whatever we want. - You said, spreading Axl's legs and kneeling between them. - Wherever we want.

The door handle of the dressing room you were in moved, you looked up at Axl, who was looking desperately towards the door as you casually unbuttoned his jeans. Whoever it was gave up after a few seconds, and you turned to Axl, climbing over his body and sitting on his lap.

- I didn't remember that you were such a coward. - You said making a pout, undoing his shirt buttons and sliding your hands over his chest. - Where's my bossy Axl? - You asked just to tease him.

- I changed. - Axl said, mulling over his own words.

- I see. - You said, taking off your shirt and rubbing your hard nipples against his chest. - What if I ask you to do it? What If I ask you to slap me in the face? - You asked, raising your voice, Axl didn't move, but you knew he was hard because you felt his cock underneath you.

- Y/n please don't do this. - He begged, and then you slapped his face, which immediately turned red, his cock pulsed even harder over your crotch.

You noticed how turned on Axl was with your dominance over him, and then you got off his lap, going back between his legs and taking off his pants.

- You really are a changed man, but you can't control that, can you? - You said when his juicy pink dick popped out, hard as a rock.

Axl closed his eyes and clenched his fists as soon as you put his dick in your mouth, you sucked his cock and left slobbery kisses all over it, Axl tried his best to control his moans, but every now and then you heard some curses coming out of his mouth. You decided to lower your lips a little more until you reached his asshole and stick your tongue inside, it felt too good for you to stop so you started jerking his dick with your hands and continued licking his ass, every now and then raising your mouth to kiss and swallow his balls and then back to his asshole.

- I always wanted to do that, you know? - You said, now straddling Axl's lap again, with his cock inside you, fucking your tight pussy. - Glad you're not a spoiled little boy anymore.

You stared into Axl's eyes for a few seconds before grabbing the red, almost blonde strands of his hair and closing your eyes, something about the way he looked at you reminded you of the young Axl, and with the impulse of that angry look, you came while riding his dick.

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[gnrlove1987]

Prompt: First family Christmas

Summary: You and Axl have your first Christmas together as a family after having twins.

Hearing the cries he had come to recognize in 8 months, he propped himself up in bed and turned to see his wife stirring, as you let out an annoyed groan at being woke up. As you were about to swing your feet over the edge of the bed to attend to the cries, he stopped you.

“I got it.” He assured you sleepily.

Relieved, you thanked him and then promptly went back to sleep.

As he shuffled to the crib, he saw his son do his little sniffling cry that he would always do when he was itching to get out of the crib.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m right here.” Axl cooed as he gently lifted him and placed him on his hip.

Just a second later, a nearly identical but still different cry sounded from the other crib, adjacent to the neighboring crib.

Sighing, he went to the other crib and lifted up his other baby and sat him on his other hip, gently telling him, “You too now?”.

He then talked to both of them when he said “C'mon guys, it’s Christmas”.

Now comfortable in their father’s arms, the two baby boys were quiet and at peace. Looking down at the pair of them, both inheriting their father’s red hair and green eyes, Axl still found it hard to believe sometimes that he had kids, especially twins.

Axl had always dreamed of a family of his own in his younger years but as the years passed and still no kids, he had given up on that dream. Even after meeting you, he still didn’t reignite his dreams of children. With you, he was content to live the rest of their days just you and him. Anytime he even considered broaching the topic of kids with you, he would keep quiet in fears that you would turn him down because of his age or worse yet leave him for another that could give you kids if he couldn’t. He knew those fears were unfounded and you would never do any of those things. He was still fearful regardless.

But fate had other plans. You were married barely five months before the morning sickness, tender breasts, and exhaustion kicked in. Four positive tests later proved it. You were pregnant.

Amazed and in disbelief, he went with you to your first doctors appointment to confirm everything. The doctor confirmed it: you were pregnant. Then came the sound of a second heartbeat, confirming not just one baby on the way but two. Axl damn near passed out on the clinic floor in a strange mixture of terror and joy.

Any sense of fear melted though once your two boys were born and Axl finally had the family he always dreamed of, even if it was decades later than he imagined.

This was the first family Christmas for you all but it wasn’t as traditional as you would’ve liked.

A blizzard had held up flights home from the tour so instead of celebrating in the comfort of home, the four of you were spending Christmas in a hotel room.

As he looked at you sleep adoringly, he felt bad he couldn’t give you and the babies the Christmas he thought you all deserved.

Then, he got an idea that he knew would bring a smile to your face and make it feel like a real Christmas.

“Boys, you wanna help daddy with something?” He playfully asked.

Hours later, you awoke to a plain hotel room transformed into a Christmas wonderland. There was a beautifully decorated tree, sparkling lights hung around the room, and your sons were dressed in the most adorable reindeer outfits as they laughed with Axl who was playing with them.

“Axl, you did all this?” You uttered in awe.

“Hey, you’re finally awake. If you like it, then it was me.” He joked. He then asked a little nervously, “What do you think?”

You got out of bed and sat beside him, giving him a tight hug and gave him a deep kiss. Breaking away from him, you replied, “ I think you might be Santa Claus. How did you do all this?”

“Well, the hotel lobby is maybe missing a Christmas tree and some decorations. ” he bashfully smiled.

You laughed despite yourself. It was so typical of Axl to go to such great lengths for his family.

As Axl watched you hold the babies and show them the Christmas tree and point out to them the falling snow outside the frosted window, he was so grateful for his family and their first ever Christmas together.

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[ijustfndamilldllrsthatsmnefgt]

Anyone have recs for fluffy Axl Rose fics? I need some soft Axl this week 😍

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