#Axl Writes

[jounosparticles]

Your Tears are Priceless

Pairing: Jouno/Tetchou Genre: slight (emotional) hurt/comfort Word count: 2,115 AO3 link Thank you to @meepmeep19 for the prompt :)

It had been a hard day. Jouno and Tetchou had been matched against a strong gifted that had pushed them both to their limits. During the conflict, a couple innocent civilians were used as the enemy’s shield, leading to their deaths. Tetchou, who values protecting the innocent at all costs, was rather distraught the whole way home. Jouno didn’t seem to react much to what had happened, maintaining a straight face as the two stepped into their apartment. 

“Today’s mission was awful.” Tetchou spoke in a neutral tone, although his heartbeat depicted guilt. Though the two cared a lot for each other, discussing genuine emotions wasn’t something either was good at. A hard mission wasn’t something they’d typically discuss after it had ended.

Jouno takes a sharp inhale. “Well, we took down the enemy, that was the goal.” He spoke very collected, as if he felt nothing at all. 

“We still lost two innocent people.”

Jouno flops down onto their couch. A slight tinge of agitation breaks into his voice as he responds to his partner. “It doesn’t matter. No point in reflecting on what’s already happened.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it.” The events that took down clearly bothered Tetchou. His idealistic sense of justice was to protect the weak no matter what, and the fact that he couldn’t save them made him feel as if justice wasn’t truly accomplished. 

“Just move on, Tetchou. We have work tomorrow, let’s just eat then go to bed early.” Jouno’s voice was growing more impatient with each word. As a response, Tetchou sits next to his love. Putting an arm around his partner’s shoulder, the brunette makes one more attempt to discuss the mission.

“The people were-” he’s interrupted by a shout.

“Just shut up about the people! There’s nothing that can be done to save them. God, you’re so annoying tonight!” Jouno pushes away, opting to stand instead of being within range of Tetchou, who is a bit startled by the sudden lash out. 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the job.” There was a slight tinge of confusion as well as concern in the brunette’s voice.

“We don’t need to! I was there, I know what happened, I don’t need to go over it again. Let’s move on.” In an attempt to end the conversation, Jouno storms off to their bedroom. Tetchou remains sitting on their couch for a moment. Did I do something wrong? He wondered to himself. It wasn’t unusual for his partner to get annoyed or angry at things after a hard day, but he was acting particularly harsh tonight.

A few moments later, Tetchou brings a glass of water to his love, then proceeds to sit on the bed beside him. He tries to hand over the glass, to no reaction.

 “Sai, are you okay?” Jouno doesn’t acknowledge his presence, opting to not answer the question. He looked angry, as if he was ready to start shouting at just about anything said to him. Tetchou forces the water into his hand, and Jouno reluctantly takes a sip before setting the glass on his nightstand. 

They sit in silence for a moment, waiting for the awkward tension between them to die down a tad. The brunette takes a deep breath before asking again. “Are you okay? You haven’t been yourself since we’ve gotten home.”

Jouno scrunches his eyebrows, as if he’s thinking hard about how to answer. “I’m fine, just a little annoyed at how the mission played out.” He spoke calmly, trying to keep himself from lashing out again.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Absolutely not. There’s no point in bringing up something that can’t be changed.” He clenched his fist, his nails slightly digging into his own palms. Despite Jouno clearly wanting to discuss just about anything else, Tetchou felt the need to push the topic a little bit more.

“Why are you so against talking about it? I know that we can’t change the past, but that doesn’t make it any less important.” 

“Because, I can’t let the death of someone get to me, I’ll just begin to overthink during every mission I’ll do, which would make me weaker.” His tone switches from calm to slightly somber.

Tetchou speaks with a tad of confusion in his voice. “So you’re going to just sit here, silently angry about what happened?” 

“Yes, part of the job as a Hunting Dog is to remain strong-willed instead of letting mishaps get to us.”

Although Tetchou was having a hard time thinking of how to reply, he was genuinely worried about the way his partner approaches his own feelings and was determined to push the subject more. “You’re still letting the feelings get to you, even if you choose to present it as anger or neutrality.”

“It’s better than allowing myself to get unnecessarily upset.”

“You are upset, though. You’re just not acting sad.” 

“Just drop it, Tetchou. It’s not that big of a deal.” He tried to divert his focus to something else to avoid listening to the words being spoken to him. He thought to himself: I can’t let a simple bad mission get to me, it’s not important. I’ll just try to change the subject if he pries again. His ideal plan was changed by the words next spoken to him. 

“You’re pushing me away, and trying to mask something that should make you sad as anger. You can be sad, that’s perfectly normal. I’m sad over it.” Jouno pauses at his partner’s words. He doesn’t intend to push Tetchou away; but the feeling of vulnerability that comes with displaying his own feelings is enough to make the white haired man shut down. He didn’t want nor did he intend to upset his partner, but his own pride didn’t allow him to easily express his true feelings. 

“Sadness is a feeling for the weak-minded. I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

“I’m not pitying you. I care about your feelings.” Tetchou’s heartbeat portrayed concern, yet regardless of that Jouno still felt pitied. It was as if he couldn’t accept that people actually care about how he feels. Thinking to himself, It’s not like Tetchou opens up about everything he feels, why am I suddenly expected to talk about things? I don’t need this. 

“Why am I supposed to listen to you? You almost never discuss your own feelings. This advice is nothing I’d see you accepting.” Tetchou glanced downwards after hearing this. He could understand the frustration Jouno felt, as he wasn’t prone to being very open either. Regardless, he wanted to change this for the both of them since he could feel how important it is to not shove personal feelings away. 

“I’ll start talking about things more. We both know it’s bad to keep things in. I want you to be comfortable enough to feel actual emotions around me.” Jouno was a bit taken aback by the honesty. 

A long pause, the two sat in complete silence. Jouno’s mind was spiraling. What should I do? He really won’t stop prying. I know he’s worried, but the last thing I need is to be someone else’s burden. He knew Tetchou wouldn’t let the topic go until he said something. He began to feel extremely anxious as he considered talking about how the mission actually bothered him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the lump he felt in his throat prevented him from continuing. It was as if he couldn’t put together a cohesive thought, but Tetchou was still waiting for an answer. He tried to talk again.

“Tetchou..” Was all he could mutter out. Considering the man is great at talking to other people, he’s awful when it comes to being direct with his own thoughts. He’s never needed to be in the vulnerable position, and has successfully shut away many negative experiences within his life. 

Tetchou could see the effort his partner was putting into trying to open up. He put his hand on Jouno’s shoulder and rubbed his arm softly. “Take all the time you need to talk, I won’t leave or get upset with you. It’s okay.” The affirmations were comforting to hear. Jouno took a deep breath, internally repeating the words his partner had said. I’m not upsetting him. I’m not a burden. I’m not asking for pity. He cares. I can talk to him. It’ll all be okay.

Jouno takes a deep breath, trying to find the correct way to word his thoughts. The lump in his throat grew bigger as he thought about the mission. After trying to ground himself, he slowly spoke. “It’s mostly my fault that the people died today. I should have paid more attention, and I could have phased my way in between the victims and the criminal before they got hurt. I basically killed..” His words trail off. He sounded beyond uncomfortable with each word he spoke, it was as if his own guilt was consuming him. He spoke with clear remorse. 

Tetchou was stunned from Jouno’s perspective of their battle that day. He knew his partner physically wouldn’t have been able to save the victims in time. He didn’t realize Jouno had put himself at blame. Tetchou pulled his love close, trying to speak as heartfelt as he could. “It’s not your fault at all, I know how hard you tried. The enemy killed the people despite our efforts. You did everything you could. I promise.” 

Jouno didn’t believe him. There surely had to be a way he could have saved the victims. “I should have done better, and now I’m here pitying myself over my own mistakes.” He takes a sharp breath. 

“Sai, being upset over a mission isn’t pitying yourself. You’re a hero, you’ve saved countless lives. Sometimes bad things happen, you have to let yourself grieve those moments as well.”

Jouno let himself think for a moment. He did truly try as hard as he could to save the people, yet those lives were still lost. He hated thinking about it, the dread was engulfing his thoughts more and more as he reflected. Talking about it brought these feelings to the front of his mind, making it infinitely harder to act as if he wasn’t bothered. Despite how much he tried to act composed, part of his mask began to fall down. His eyes watered a little while he attempted to keep his face straight. 

“It’s not a big deal, I’ll be just fine by tomorrow.” Regardless of what he claims, his voice began to crack. Tetchou pulls him in closer, rubbing his hand through Jouno’s hair.

“We aren’t talking about tomorrow, we’re talking about right now.” He stops talking as his partner sniffed a couple times.  He continues playing with Jouno’s hair, rubbing his back, and holding him while his love lets a single tear stream down his face. 

“I just want to help people. I’m so sick of seeing innocent lives be hurt in front of me.” He sniffs again. “I’ve harmed so many people in the past that I just can’t stand to see it anymore.” Jouno’s past was a touchy subject that neither person typically dared to bring up. Tetchou had no clue that his partner was still holding in so much guilt over it after all these years. 

“Sai, you’re a good person. You’ve saved so many people these past six years.”

Jouno tries to speak, but chokes on his own words. He felt his eyes water more with everything Tetchou said. It had been a long time since he let himself cry over anything, so his tears didn’t fall very often. Externalizing emotions is really hard for someone who’s spent years keeping things within. Tetchou continues to speak. “Your past does not define who you are today. You did everything in your power to try and save those people; you can’t be so hard on yourself over something that was out of your control.” 

Jouno couldn’t quite understand how he felt. He was vulnerable, but at the same time he felt safe. It was as if talking about things actually helped him realize that he really did do everything he could. He still felt awful over it, but not as alone. Another tear streamed down his face. 

After a while, he gathered a response.  “I’m sorry for getting upset with you earlier.” 

Tetchou kissed his partner’s head softly, before continuing to rub his hands across it. “It’s okay, I know today was hard. Thank you for talking to me about it.” He spoke softly.

The two lay quietly, holding each other closely. Jouno sniffed a couple more times. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

[helsex-moved]

Already talked about this on exhels server but need to share here too

Anyways

Exhels au

The people of Hels, for as long as they can remember have had a patron deity of blood and lightning and war, they attribute their success in battle to Them and when in need of protection ask for Their power. The title Champion of Hels is more or less the role of Their high priest, in caretaker of their temple. That's Helsknight.

Then Ex enters the scene, they have an air of familiarity to Hels and slowly, she realizes how similar they look to all the statues and visages of his deity. He becomes obsessed, convinced this is Them.

He places them on a pedestal both literally and figuratively, she reveres them with the almost unhealthy devotion of a priestess to his god.

When the other people of Hels begin to believe it as well there's a nagging jealousy Hels tries to push away, but he can't deny the desire that he would be the only one to worship Them

Of course just because Hels is convinced doesn't mean he's right. And if this isn't the first nor last life where the young deity and their chosen one have found each other who's to say

[anystalker707]

Self reminder. (x)

[lum164]

i think im normal yeah

[xo-myloves]

🧛🏻‍♀️ wanted axl age gap smut BITCH SO YK IM DOING ITTTTTT

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚡𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The room filled with lust and sweat, sweat beads falling down axls red back, my nail digging into his skin, piercing him, leaving little blood clots form under the skin, the claps in the room, making the bed frame lift off the wall just to be slammed into it again.

His grunts ringing like music in my ears, his hands gripping my thighs, his rings leaving imprints in my skin, outlining every detail, using me like his own personal fuck toy, can’t even lie saying this wasn’t all my fault…

It all started with a little comment I made, calling him “old man” in my defense…. He was acting like an old fuck.

Talking about his bands, his movies, history, I loved it, I thought it was sweet, I loved learning new things from him, I love when he would get on these tangents, but he would hate when I called him out, say little comment, tease him a bit… but this time? I might have spoken up at the wrong time….

“Wanna call me old man again? Can any other fucker, fuck you like I can? Can anyone else fuck you like this? I bet fucking not. Slut.” He gritted in my ear, only degrading me with every bone in his being, only treating me like shit.

I fucking loved it….

“I-I’m so s-sorry daddy….. it’ll never happen a-mhm-a-again…” I moaned out, clenching the bed sheets in my hand, making the sheets pulling off the corners, feeling a slap delivered to my ass, making me wince in pain, feeling his rings slam against my skin.

“Shut the fuck up slut.” I felt his hand go around my neck, squeezing my throat controlling the amount of air I inhaled, feeling his cock line up with my wet fluttering entrance, trying to pull him in, pushing my body back into him, needing his touch.

I whimpered at his words, biting my lip to stop noise from escaping, my eyes shutting as I felt his thick veiny hard member stretching me out, a moan of ecstasy escaping my bruised lips, another slap going to my ass, making my cheeks ripple.

His pace was ruthless, never giving me a moment of bliss, just pounding into me like a whore he didn’t care about, “m’feels so good don’t it? Don’t it baby girl.” He huffed under his breath, his biceps flexing the harder he went, his breath being unsteady, my hair being thrown around, my makeup smeared, I was a hot mess.

“I want you to fucking cum baby, can you do that for me doll?” He muttered under his breath, his praise filling my core with joy, my ears with light, I was in pure ecstasy, he was the best drug I ever had, his hand snaked down my stomach to my neglected cilt, rubbing tight circles, getting my closer to my climax.

”m’fuck ax…” I moaned through my puffy lips, my eyes fluttering up at him, my thighs squeezing around him, my hips lifting off the bed as his fingers went faster, his hips slamming into mine, his cock filling me up, getting me drunk off of him, “that’s not my name sweetheart.” He darkly chuckled, only moving faster until I said the right name.

“d-da-daddy.” I mumbled out, feeling my bliss coming close, my legs losing strength before I let go all over him, my breath gone, my eyes slammed shut, the bed sheets in my grip, “there ya go honey.” He smirked against my skin, biting down softly, leaving his signature marks everywhere.

“but y’know im not done..” he grimaced, before pulling all of himself out, then slamming back in, having my cum pour out of me, a loud cry left my throat, my voice already feeling raw and abused, knowing I wasn’t going to get a break until he got off.

“f-fuck… such a good slut for me to use.” He murmured into my shoulder, feeling his sloppy kisses on me, his thrusts getting sloppy as well, using both of his hands to grab my hips and pounding into me, feeling my body going weak, he just felt too good… so fucking good.

With his last sloppy thrusts, I felt my walls being coated with him, making him grunt, his grip loosening around my hips,having my body shift under him, only wanting him to never stop… maybe he won’t… 

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Ain’t No Saint

Summary: A reimagining of what (pre-fame Axl Rose) Bill Bailey’s life would’ve looked like had his step-father not been present in his family’s life, making Bill the man of the household to support his mother and sister.

Characters: Bill Bailey, OC: Emily, Amy Bailey, police officers, Mother (Bill and Amy’s mom), and OC: Mrs. Clarice (Emily’s mom).

Pairing(s): Bill Bailey/Emily, Bill Bailey/original female character, Bill Bailey/female reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 6,350

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, p in v penetration, fluff, angst, mild degradation, mentions of masturbation, hurt/comfort, poverty, bullying, and harassment.

A/N: My longest and most-detailed fic. I have put my blood and soul into this lol. This work is slightly inspired by GNR’s song, You’re Crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Mice scattered across the barn where two nude figures laid in the hayloft. It was dusk outside. The street lamps in the suburban neighborhoods were gonna flicker on soon. Bill Bailey needed to get back before curfew.

But here he was, laying down inside a barn with a pretty brunette attached to his side, suckling on his right nipple. He had soiled his virginity with her. It was decent for his first time, not bad, maybe a little overwhelming, but he managed to pull through and made sure, at her request, to pull out. He wouldn’t dare tell her that, because of his adrenaline from the excitement and electrifying spark between them, he accidentally squirted a few shots of cum into her cunt.

He could still smell the fresh aroma from their heated mess and taste the bland, dry strands of straw from the hay.

Bill laid there in a daze, watching dusk particles dance in the air as the orange and red sun beams trickled into the barn’s old, wooden interior. He eventually looked down and ruffled the girl’s hair, almost mistaking her golden highlights for the hay they were laying on. “Psst, hey.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moments of silence with his loud baritone voice. However, at the same time, he had no choice. “We gotta head back.”

Bill could feel her lips morph into a frown against his nipple. “I wish we could stay here forever…”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too. But I told you…if we don’t make it back, my mom’s gonna wreck havoc,” he reminded.

Since his mother was divorced he was now the man of the house, helping out with the chores, making ends meet, and taking care of his little sister, Amy. He couldn’t delay his absence a second longer. It was bullshit how hard his mother worked in order to keep a roof over her children’s heads. At least it made Bill feel a little at ease whenever he could try to lessen the burden on her.

Releasing her lips from his peck, the girl begrudgingly got up. Bill did the same thing, wiping off his body, and putting on his clothes.

“Can we do it again?” She asked, biting her lower lip as uncertainty overlapped her tone.

Bill knew she experienced a phenomenal orgasm and craved another one. He didn’t want to lie and tell her they could come back to the barn again tomorrow. In all honesty, even he wasn’t sure when they could share another moment like this together.

He stepped forward, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “Another time.” He promised, pressing a tight kiss to her lips. Emily’s lips. They were always pink and plump like cherries in the Spring. He’d take a bite and mangle them, smudging the red lipstick onto her skin. But Emily didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it drove her crazy. She could never get enough of Bill Bailey.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:15 a.m.

A whole day before the barn occurred, Bill and Emily were being intimate for the first time by lying down on the soft grass in the meadow, 20 minutes away from where their high school was located. Mist filtered through the air as dewdrops occupied the morning land. Emily was by his side again, biting his neck, and soothing the hickeys with her tongue. Per usual, she was in her school uniform which consisted of a white buttoned up blouse, a red plaid skirt, and black penny loafers.

Bill dug his fingers into the grass, feeling his penis strain against his jeans. He never felt pleasure this intense, or knew how powerful, and sudden, the urges became whenever he looked at Emily, begging for a release. He blamed himself for not venturing into a pornographic store and shoplifting bootleg copies of couples fucking in various positions. He thought if he did, he’d understand his body, and know how to react, given the opportunity of escalation. It was all so mesmerizing for his untouched, starved mind.

Emily wrapped her right leg over Bill’s left one, rubbing her crotch against his hardness, making both their bodies move up and down.

Bill couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He knew if he moved too fast a dam would burst in his pants. He concentrated and inhaled deeply, slowly moving his own hips to grind against Emily’s. “Oh, fuck…”

“I need you, Bill. I need you, Bill.” She moaned, increasing her pace.

“T-take…take off your…p-panties.” He insisted, panting. He was desperate to slide himself inside of her right now.

Emily hid her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths. “No, Bill. I’m so close…” she whined.

He huffed and allowed her to finish with a squeal of delight. He felt a wet stain on his pants, not knowing if it was because of him or Emily. It didn’t matter. He was glad he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he wore an extra set of clothes, knowing full well how sex-crazed Emily was for him.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Bill pushed her chin up, seeing her flushed cheeks, and expanded pupils. “You okay?” He questioned, brushing a wavy clump of hair behind her ear.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Wanna go somewhere after school? Get down n’ dirty,” he suggested.

She smirked. “I like the sound of that.” Then she realized…”Wait, didn’t you cum?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. Did he cum? He wasn’t sure. He must’ve if his crotch felt damp.

Emily lifted herself from him and noticed the saturated mark on his jeans, belonging to her own arousal. She immediately felt guilty. She didn’t mean to ruin a brand new pair of his pants. That was part of the reason why she kept her panties on but it didn’t seem to work this time. “Oh, gosh, Bill…”

“It’s fine. I knew it would happen.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. I have another pair at home. Don’t sweat it.”

“But…you can’t afford an early wash at the laundromat this week.”

She was right. Every two weeks he managed to save money for washing, not only his clothes, but his mother’s and sister’s. If money was too scarce with the groceries and house payment, his mother would hand wash each set of outfits and hang dry them, even in frigid temperatures during the winter.

He hated seeing his mother use her own calloused bare hands to scrub his clothes on a washboard. It was unfair. He strived to make enough money by working in the school cafeteria, working at his local pizzeria, or volunteering at a library. Whatever he could make, he’d put that money towards the laundromat.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, not wanting Emily to get worked up over his home life. It was embarrassing. “I can manage. Don’t need you to worry about my allowance.” He muttered, unzipping his pants to locate any semen. To his surprise, none.

“I care.”

He zipped himself back up. “I know you do, sugar. But it’s my concern. Not yours. Everything will be fine.”

“I can make it up to you.” She hinted, a wicked gleam glowing in her eyes.

Bill caught on and looked amused. “How so?”

Within a blink of an eye, Emily slipped off her panties and got on all fours.

“Oh? Want me to fuck you here instead? From behind?”

“Sorta. Unzip yourself but don’t stick it in.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He did as he was told, coming up behind her, and placing his cock near her pussy.

She looked down and leaned back, opening her folds to place her opened cunt on the length of his hard cock, nestling it there.

Bill groaned at the contact.

“Wait for it.” She moved her hips back and forth, causing his shaft to open and close. She wanted to get his whistle wet and have him experience a little taste of her to excite his nerves and to test his patience for later.

“Fuck. Jesus…”

“Bill!” Emily gasped in mock surprise. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain,” she scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sorry. You just-you feel amazing.”

“Wait until you’re inside of me, cowboy.”

He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her walls clench around his dick. Heck, he wanted to be welcomed inside of her. Some of his peers mentioned that being inside of a girl was like dipping into a hot tub and being hugged at the same time. He needed to lose his virginity. He continued pumping his dick along her folds, his balls smacking near the middle of her cunt. He thrusted until he shot his seed all over the grass.

“There you go,” Emily cheered.

Bill pulled his throbbing cock away, stuffing himself back in his pants.

Emily stood up and faced him. “How’d it feel?”

“Great, baby.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She queried.

Bill paused. “It’s not encouraged in my household.” Even if it was encouraged he wouldn’t waste his sperm on nothing. He figured Emily locked herself in a room and masturbated to his senior picture everyday. Hell, she probably masturbated to all his school photos, and kissed them each night while staring idly at them on her nightstand before falling asleep.

The two walked back to school, holding hands. They both couldn’t wait to be intimate again in a new location once classes were over.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

3:30 p.m.

As soon as the bell rang Bill and Emily sprinted down the hallway, with their books in hand, near the doubled exit doors, leading outside.

“There’s an abandoned barn a few miles North.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “You want to do it inside a barn?!”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s nice and cozy. I’m sure all the termites died last winter.”

“Oh, Bill…” She rolled her eyes, giggling in amusement. He was always the adventurous type.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

4:15 p.m.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Bill asked.

Emily scanned her eyes over the interior. No graffiti covered the walls and no insects were buried underneath the hay or flew in the air. She was impressed. The barn didn’t harbor a stench either. It was clean, maybe a little musty, but it was kept in pristine condition. “Thank goodness we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“I know, right? You can be as loud as you want to be up here,” Bill teased.

Emily blushed at the scenario and hit his arm playfully. “Oh, stop!”

“What do you say, sugar? Would you let me go all the way?”

The two laid on either side, staring into each other’s eyes. There was trust between them. It was difficult for Bill to lower his guard down but whenever he was with Emily he would dismantle it for her and allow her to see the soft side of him nobody at school knew about, or had an inkling.

For Emily, she had her guard lowered all the time and couldn’t seem to uphold it, and shield herself away from dangerous people. She told herself she loved the thrill of it. But the scars always came back to haunt her. She didn’t want to live a life where she continued to flaunt her personality around, she wanted to settle down, preferably with Bill, and live a calming lifestyle. She needed someone to keep her in her place and not wander off. She needed Bill.

“I trust you…” she muttered. “Give me 100%.”

Pulling Emily on top of him, she slipped off her panties and unzipped his pants, revealing his eager erection. Bill kept his hands on her hips to hold her steady and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

She lifted herself up and teased the head of his penis against her slit. She took him one inch at a time by sliding down then pulling up, she slid down again, taking two inches of him before sliding back up again.

Bill exhaled through his nose, tightening his hold on her hips. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“That’s the plan,” she teased, pressing down, taking half his cock into her pussy, and sliding upward. “Gonna make you cum more than once.”

Bill tried hard to contain himself and not release his load from her words. She could be so cruel and unforgiving sometimes. He bit down on his tongue, savoring the sensation, and paced his buildup.

Emily pressed down on him again, almost engulfing his entire length this time.

“All the way,” he begged, becoming impatient.

“Easy.” She pulled up, her cunt hugging onto his length, as she slipped out of him. “Think you can handle me, Bill?”

He scoffed. “Honey, the question is, will you be able to handle me?”

Emily bit the tip of her index finger like a small child. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

Bill felt a surge of pride wash over him. He had her wrapped around his finger. “Good girl.” He helped her slide all the way down on his shaft, remaining there for a moment as his dick hardened and grew inside of her. Emily gasped at his size. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his, finding a steady pace between them. Bill bucked his hips upward, hitting Emily’s G-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” She stared deep into his eyes and saw the hungry lust that bore into his pupils, the same way how her pupils expanded for him.

The two continued, gradually increasing the pace. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls. “That’s right. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Bill degraded in the heat of the moment.

Emily increased the pace again, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. Bill gripped her hips hard enough to where he’d leave his handprints branded on her skin. Bill managed to flip themselves over and be on top of Emily as he hovered above.

“Bill!” She gasped, not expecting him to do that.

“Hang on, baby.” Bill pistoled his dick into her cunt repeatedly, hitting her where she needed him most.

Emily wrapped her legs around his lower back and bounced on his shaft. She was nearing the edge of her peak.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna-I’m gonna-“

Emily knew what he meant. “Pull out, Bill! Pull out!” Although she wanted him to cum inside her, she didn’t have access to birth control. But even if she did she couldn’t go back on them since it made her hormones become imbalanced. She wanted to have children some day, but she had to wait until she graduated high school to start her own family. The pull out method would have to do for them.

Bill groaned, taking his dick out of her cunt, and cumming on her stomach.

Emily felt his hot seed land on her belly, creating a puddle of semen on her small frame. She was relieved that he got a release, specially from fucking her. It felt glorious.

Before her own buildup could ebb away, she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her red, swollen clit. “Right there. Rub. Fast!” She instructed frantically.

Bill used his fingers the way she told him and helped her come undone in a matter of seconds. She panted, thanking him, as she pulled him close and basked in the afterglow with him. Out of all the men she fucked, Bill Bailey was by far the best lay.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

6:35 p.m.

After the barn, Bill and Emily drifted into their separate paths. Emily lived on the opposite side of town while Bill resided on the East side. It was a shithole compared to Emily’s wealthy cookie-cutter neighborhood. His family was so dirt poor they had to survive on food stamps and buy milk, eggs, and bread every other week. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

Bill barged into the doorway, taking off his boots, and shrugging his backpack off onto the couch. He wandered into the kitchen where his mother was stirring a pot of tomato soup. “How was school?” She greeted.

“Fine.”

His mother stopped stirring and added a few pinches of salt into the pot. “Well, your sister didn’t have a fine day.”

This set Bill on edge. “What do you mean?” He knew he couldn’t protect his sister all the time but, damn, he wished she would run to him at school if a bully was picking on her. He knew she was capable of handling herself, but not when it spiraled out of control, and it resulted in her having a shittier day than usual.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” His mother suggested. “She could use a male ear.”

Bill agreed and made his way towards his sister’s bedroom. He knocked on the door three times, giving her enough time to make herself ready for him to enter.

“Come in.”

Turning the knob, Bill swung the door open and saw his sister sitting on the bed, knees curled against her chest. “Sup, pumpkin spice? Mom said you had a bad day at school?” He sat down next to her.

“Everyone’s been saying I stink.”

“Last I heard the entire school doesn’t know.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Amy wasn’t in the mood to indulge in his wit. “My class, dumbass. Everyone says I smell like trash. I hate this! I hate how we can’t afford a normal life!” She wailed.

Bill put his hand on her knee to comfort her. “Amy, shh-“

“Don’t tell me to shush! You know it’s true. I can’t stand living like this any longer! I hate it! I hate our life, I hate everything about it, I-“ Amy wasn’t able to sputter another word. She was sobbing into her hands, regretting what she said, but feeling relieved at the same time that she got it off her chest.

“Amy, Amy. Look at me,” he urged.

She shook her head, mumbling incoherent nonsense when Bill cupped both her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact.

He saw the pain in her eyes and it tore his soul apart. “C’mere. I got you.” He pressed her against him in an embrace as her knees uncurled and wrapped around his sides while she sobbed into his neck, drenching his skin with her hot tears. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, rubbing her back in a soothing manner to stop her body from quaking.

“I hate it, Bill…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“You’re not the only one, cupcake.”

“I wish dad hadn’t left…”

“Dad’s a piece of shit,” Bill stated unforgivingly. “He didn’t care about us. If he did, he would’ve scooped us out of this mess. He hasn’t called mom all these years to check up on you, to check up on me-“

Amy lifted her head up to look at her brother with pleading eyes. “I know, but-“

“But nothing, Amy! Dad’s never coming back! You shouldn’t even be grieving over his loss,” he rebuked. Bill felt offended, and threatened, how Amy still missed their step-father. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He understood she was too young to remember him, but what infuriated him the most was her own ideal image of their dad. She was playing a dangerous game by living in her head and was only subjecting herself to more emotional turmoil. She really believed that if dad hadn’t left their lives would’ve been a thousand times better. He sighed and tried to soften his tone again. “Amy, listen. Dad isn’t here anymore, but I am, okay? If you need anything, have any problems, you talk to me, yeah?”

She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a koala. “In an odd way, you’re kinda like my own dad...”

“Better me than him.” Bill wrapped his arms around her back, tightening the hug.

“I know. You’re better than him in a lot of ways. That’s what mom always says, anyway.”

“Damn straight. I’d never leave you or mom.”

After a few moments of silence, Amy spoke up. “Bill?”

“Hm?”

Amy pulled away again but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your clothes for tomorrow?”

He used his hand to cup her cheek and swipe away a tear with his thumb. Because he was the oldest sibling he had a bigger stash of clothing compared to his sister. He often shared his clean clothes with her and didn’t mind. They were pretty much the same size. Since the school knew about their situation at home, they allowed the dress code for the uniforms bypass with Amy. As long as it kept her from not getting bullied at school, he was more than alright with it. “You know you don’t have to ask. You can just take what you need and carry on with your day, right?”

A faint smile appeared across her face. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go see how mom’s doing with dinner.” Before Bill could unwrap himself around Amy, she attached herself to him again, not wanting him to leave her yet. His body stiffened at her reluctancy to let go. “Need daddy to hold you for a little longer?” He mocked, but deep down he meant it, and Amy knew he meant it. If there was ever going to be an official father-figure in her life, it’d be Bill.

“Please…?”

He sighed, giving into her needy nature. “Fine.” A few more seconds of silence passed. “Remember what I said. Don’t hesitate to come talk to me if something’s wrong.”

“Yes, dad,” she mocked back.

“Atta girl.”

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:00 p.m.

At the dinner table Bill, Amy, and their mother sat in their respected seats with a bowl of tomato soup and 1/4 slice of toast laid out in front of them. They had to ration the bread by slicing it in fours to make it last for two weeks. Since Amy was the youngest she got two 1/4s while Bill and his mother had the single 1/4 slices.

Like all the previous nights, Bill sacrificed his slice of toast, and passed it to Amy underneath the table. Tonight was no different and Amy hesitated before taking the slice. She loathed it whenever Bill did that. He needed to eat, too. She couldn’t stand seeing him waste away while he tried to keep some meat on her bones. But she would do the same thing for him in a heartbeat, only if he allowed her to do so.

7:15 p.m.

After dinner, everybody helped clean up the dishes before retiring to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and get ready for bed. Bill waited in his bedroom as his mother was tucking in Amy. He was too old to be tucked in. He granted his mother permission to wish him a good night, and maybe sweet dreams, before turning off his lamp on the nightstand, and going to sleep. Amy, on the other hand, insisted on being tucked in since she found the gesture to be precious. His mother didn’t seem to mind doing it either. She knew there would come a day when both her children would have to leave the house to scout for their own futures. So, she tried to cherish every moment with them, no matter how big or small it was. It mattered to her.

Bill heard his sister’s door shut and saw his mother appear around the corner. “Goodnight, Bill.”

“Night, mom.”

“Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, mom.”

She nodded and flicked off his lamp, closing the door.

Bill laid there in the darkness for quite some time. His mind wandered to Emily. He wondered what she ate for dinner tonight. Probably a steak, medium-rare, with green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. His stomach growled at the imagery as his mouth watered.

He visualized Emily’s elegant dinner table adorned with red and white candles, roses, champagne glasses, beautifully crafted ceramic plates, and silverware. He snapped out of his thoughts, rubbing his aching belly. He’d be going to bed hungry again while Emily would be sleeping on a full stomach. He resented it but had himself to blame for tricking his mind into thinking he’d be eating a steak off a piece of fine China. Bill closed his eyes and waited for dreamland to succumb him.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

The next morning Bill walked to school with Amy. He made sure to keep an eye on her during lunch break and to watch for students making snide remarks behind her back. The only component that was missing today was Emily. She wasn’t in first period (Lang & Lit) or third period (Biology), and she wasn’t seen sitting at a table for lunch. It surprised Bill. Maybe she decided to ditch school or call in sick? He questioned. Study Hall was gonna be lonely without her - and sure enough…it was.

After school, Amy walked home with two of her classmates while Bill trekked to Emily’s neighborhood. It was odd that she wasn’t present today. It made him worry. Perhaps he was overthinking? She might’ve just caught the flu or a cold. Or maybe she had an appointment and decided to skip the rest of the school day. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to him, all he wanted to know was if Emily was okay, and that she wasn’t in any sort of danger.

As Bill walked along the sidewalk of Emily’s pristine neighborhood, older folks (who were sitting in their lawn chairs on the patio) eyed him suspiciously. They could tell Bill was an outsider, not just by his cheap clothing, but also because they haven’t seen him, or others like him, wander around this area. He ignored the glances and picked up his pace. He felt their stares were burning holes into his backside similar to how a cigarette is pressed against human flesh.

Unbeknownst to Bill, two cops were standing outside of their vehicles, chatting near a cul-de-sac. Emily’s house was located right behind them. The two officers noticed Bill walking towards them with both his hands in his pockets, and head lowered, his long hair covering his face.

“Hey, man, who’s that boy?” One of the officers asked, squinting his eyes in the distance.

The other officer studied the boy for a moment before coming to the realization. “Him? That’s Bill Bailey - Lafayette’s troublemaker. Not sure what he’s doing on this side of town,” he remarked.

“It’s the wrong side,” the other officer noted. “Bill Bailey, huh?” Unlike his partner, this officer didn’t know who Bill was, but he’s heard rumors, from time to time, about a young boy wrecking havoc every week. This must be the kid everyone’s up in arms about, he mused. “Is his father George Bailey?” He questioned, cracking a joke as he was referencing Jimmy Stewart’s classic Christmas film, It’s A Wonderful Life.

“Nah. Bill ain’t no saint like George Bailey. George did his whole town a favor, Bill does this whole State a disservice.” He said, malice creeping in his tone. He’s dealt with Bill in the past on multiple occasions and he sure as Hell didn’t want to see him now.

“What should we do? Tie him up?” The officer suggested.

His partner shook his head. “He’ll be spending the night where he belongs. In a cell.” He motioned his partner to follow him and the two walked up to Bill. “Hey, Billy,” the officer greeted. “Miss me?”

Bill looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck were they doing here?! He came to a halt, standing his own ground.

“Relax, Bill.” The same officer spoke. “Just wanted to have a little chat.” The officer circled him, eyeing Bill up and down, studying his long, shaggy hairstyle. “I see you grew your hair out.”

“Ain’t that a faggot thing?” The other officer chimed in.

Bill huffed a little, disregarding the stupid comment.

The officer who was circling him noticed. “Careful, man. He might punch your lights out,” he cautioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and continued to walk. They were purposely trying to piss him off and Bill wasn’t gonna waste his time with them, he had other (more important) matters to attend to.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave yet, boy!” The officer yelled, putting his hand on his shoulder, and spinning him around.

Within a second, Bill tried defending himself by swatting the officer’s hand away, only to be embraced from behind by the other officer who held both his arms down. “Let go of me!” Bill yelled, trying to jerk the officer off him.

When the other guy stepped closer to him Bill lifted both his legs up to kick him in the shins, but the officer acted fast and caught both his ankles, holding his squirming legs together. “You think I forgot about your old tricks, kid?” He taunted. “Handcuff his ass.”

His partner obliged and handcuffed Bill’s wrists. They carried him away and threw him in the backseat of the car, driving to the county jail.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

Bill received another worthless mugshot and was locked in a random cell for the night. He laid down on the bench and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. He was used to getting mistreated like this by the officers. He had a reputation and it got him in a lot of trouble, even when he didn’t do anything wrong.

The hours slowly passed and an officer made several rounds to check on each of the cells, including his, to make sure everything was in order. Bill could tell he was gonna miss his curfew tonight. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

At 10:00 p.m., the officer who was checking the cells came to Bill’s. “Psst. Hey, kid. Wake up!”

Bill opened his eyes and sat up on the bench.

“You’re gonna make a phone call to have someone bail your ass out. This cell needs to be occupied by other shitheads like you.”

“I’m not sharing this cell?” Bill asked, a little surprised. But knowing what happened when he was locked up with other men last time, he preferred to go home instead.

The officer led him towards a phone booth and gave him a quarter to use. “Make it count. It’s my last quarter,” he warned.

Bill contemplated on who to call. He could call his mother and inform her of his whereabouts, but he’s done that countless of times, it shattered him to see his mom look so heartbroken that her son had been abused by the law again. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face.

Suddenly, another idea popped into his head. He’d call Emily to pick him up. Slotting the quarter into the booth, Bill dialed Emily’s home number, and waited for somebody to answer.

“Hello?” A groggy, female voice addressed. It was Emily’s mother.

Shit. He lost track of time and remembered Emily’s household went to bed early, too.

“Hi, Mrs. Clarice?” Bill tried to fake his best impression.

“Bill?” She questioned, sounding more alert. “Honey, it’s late. Everything alright? Is your mom okay? Your sister?”

“They’re fine. I just…I need to talk to Emily. It’s about the t-test for…tomorrow.” He needed to strengthen his lying skills someday and diminish the stuttering. It was a poor habit of his whenever he felt nervous.

“Aww, sweetie. Can’t it wait ‘til morning? She’s sleeping.”

“I realize she’s sleeping but it’s rather u-urgent.” He heard Clarice set the phone down on her nightstand.

There was silence for a few moments before he heard Emily’s voice on the other line. “Bill?”

“Emily,” he sounded relieved. “I need your help.”

“Uhm…what test are you referring to?” She queried, not having recollection about a test in any of her classes. How ironic would it be if she missed a test’s announcement on the same day she wasn’t in school?

“Listen carefully,” Bill spoke in a lower tone. “I need you to bail me out of jail tonight. It’s the one closest to your house.”

Emily paused, catching on to his plea. “Ohh, that test! Yes, our teacher wanted us to type the final draft for tomorrow and read it to the class.”

“Just sneak out of the house, through your bedroom window, and haul ass.” He advised.

“I’m sure I can help you finish it in Study Hall.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a real one.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of time to get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Another wave of silence passed. “Alright, Bill.” It was her mother again. “You get some sleep now, got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Clarice.”

“Alright. Take care, honey.”

“Goodnight.” Bill hung up the phone and waited for Emily’s arrival.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

It took Emily 30 minutes to run to the county jail, be she eventually made it. She told the officer she was here to pick up Bill, since they needed proof for a bailout, and released him out of custody.

“You kids have a safe night. Stay out of trouble!” The officer told them on a parting note.

Bill and Emily walked side by side, holding hands.

“Did they beat you?”

“No.”

Emily squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m sorry for missing school today. I should’ve been there…” She sounded guilty. If she would’ve been by his side, none of this would’ve happened to him. She blamed herself for this mess.

“It’s okay. Why weren’t you there?” He asked, the curiosity still lingering.

Emily stopped in her tracks and released his hand, causing Bill to turn around and face her.

“It’s situations like these, Bill.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I skip a day, I don’t know, because I felt like it, and wham! You’re gone! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this!” She yelled, sounding hysterical. “How long I can keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe that’s why I needed to skip today. To clear my head about us.”

“Baby, baby-“

“Life keeps throwing rocks at you and I won’t be able to help, or be there for you. I won’t always be here!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Just like how you’re not always here! You disappear because those bastards catch you. Fuck, Bill, I can’t even help you with your home life!”

Bill moved closer, placing his hands on her hips. “Baby, I know. This will be a one time thing. I have other options.” Maybe he should’ve utilized those other options and not her. Emily didn’t deserve to be involved in his chaotic life. She seemed too sweet and innocent for her own good, and Bill wanted to uphold that facade, not destroy it. She didn’t deserve to be corrupted and live on the edge like him on a daily basis. She’s been through enough trouble in her own life, she didn’t need to carry his burdens, too.

“I need you, Bill…” she whined, a tear streaming down her cheek.

“I need you too, honey. You know I’ll always wait for you, right? I’d never leave you.”

Emily’s face contorted from the pain she felt inside her heart. “I…might.”

“Huh? Explain.” He wasn’t understanding what Emily was throwing at him. He didn’t have the patience for games and he wished she would just come clean.

“I need a guy to always be here - by my side. If you go to jail, I have to be there with you.”

“Baby, we don’t even share the same bed.” He reminded. “I can’t be your lifeline when you need me most.”

“That’s the thing…I’m realizing it now. I don’t think I can carry on with our relationship. It’s too much.”

Now Bill was the one who felt heartbroken by her statement. “What?”

“Face it, Bill. You need a stronger girlfriend. Someone who is more resilient than me.”

“Don’t say that. We can work on this together. I’m still figuring this shit out,” he confessed.

Emily sighed, sniffling. She was uncertain about the whole thing.

Bill saw the confliction behind her eyes and spoke again, “I chose you because you’re perfect. If you weren’t right for me, I would’ve released you into the sea long ago.” That was the truth. Bill would never admit it, but Emily meant more to him than he ever imagined. He lost his virginity to her and she was always loyal to him from day one, she never judged him, or feared him like the other students did. She was different and he liked that.

Emily’s heart swelled at his words. But she had trouble believing in her own self that she could stay committed to Bill, Lafayette’s troublemaker.

“C’mon. Let’s continue our walk,” he encouraged. “You can think about it on the way.”

Rampant thoughts went through Emily’s head, landing on the same conclusion over and over again - stay with Bill. Maybe she could conquer through? Maybe this was another rough patch she had to hurdle over? She wanted to be on the other side of the patch where the grass was greener and not so frail. She knew she had to be patient. The process would be worth her while once Bill was free and hers again like tonight. It was a continuous cycle she’d need to grow accustomed to.

The two arrived outside her home and they looked at each other.

“See you tomorrow…?”

Bill nodded, confirming it. “Tomorrow.”

A small smile crept across her lips.

“One more thing.” Bill hoisted her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as his hands travelled up her skirt. “You bare for me?” He asked, feeling pleased that she wasn’t wearing any panties this time. His palms ran circles over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.

“Of course I am.” She giggled. “Easy access, right?”

Using one hand to hold her in place, Bill used his other hand to unzip his pants, and slide himself inside of her drenched cunt.

She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around his length ecstatically.

“Remember how I feel inside.” He reminded. “Nobody can make you feel this good.”

Emily rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her quivering legs at his side. “Nobody,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.” He nipped at her neck, using his tongue to lick behind her earlobe, causing her to squirm in his embrace, but whenever she did her cunt clenched around him again, making her clit pulsate with desire. Bill always had a way of making her feel full, loved, and wanted. It went beyond just needing satisfaction. Their bodies were intertwined, as one, and they couldn’t stand letting each other go. They needed to save each other. Together, they were the key to escaping their old lives in Indiana.

Taglist: @hollywoodroses, @axlsyndrome, and @nenynra!

Side-note: if anybody else wants to be added on my taglist for certain eras/characters, let me know!

[plotwhatplot]

party poison headcanons bc my funpoison side hyper fixation hit me like a train last night at 1 am

Remember kids the killjoys are fictional, they are not mcr <3

TRANS FTM NONBINARY PARTY POISON ALL THE WAY MF🔥🔥🔥🔥

"ofc u have colored hair and pronouns!!!" on that note, they like they/them the best

goes raving ALL THE TIME usually wearing about one inch of clothes

on that note they like to go raving w/ demolition widow (my killjoys alter ego which i will touch on when i finish her lore)

wears mini skirts shorter than frank iero

colors in fun ghouls tattoos like a coloring book

probably has is an undiagnosed neurodivergent (self projection <3)

xenogender and neopronoun supporter, thinks their cool asf and prolly tried out neos a couple times

either bi or pan

gun kink but only for ghoul i will not elaborate further 🙏

pineapple on pizza defender (self projection...)

loves charli xcx and ayesha erotica (pretend they exists in the zones bc yes)

THE slutiest cunt in the zones, the cishets and straights fear them.

"KING😍" "im nonbinary" "THING😍" that meme is canon bc i said so

on that note they actually dont mind being called bro and man and stuff like that

them and fun ghoul bully eachother for fun

they both also jump eachother for fun (that j be a lil bit too close to the h on dat keyboard... #legendary typo)

loves styling the girls hair, they once tried to convince the others to let them dye it but they said no :(

is also rlly good at doing hair in general just not their own

fun ghoul proposed to poison w/ a ringpop and they actually had a little unoffical wedding together and it was the most adorable thing ever (not rlly a party poison hc but still cute X3)

climbs on tables and chairs and shi and dances like a stripper at random times (i would say /j but its just too funny)

jacket slut

beat a scarecrow with a stiletto once

dresses like a homeless person when their on their period (self projection-)

would love shitposting

they'll go out in public shirtless w/ their tits taped up and doesnt give one singular shit abt other ppls opinions

on that note, they are the embodiment of idgaf, they wear and do whatever they want, they dont have time for losers XP

throws glitter at ppl

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alr i cant think of anymore so yeah thats it 🥲

[peacesells-imbuying]

Guns N’ Roses with girl member :)

note: this was made out of boredom. Tried my best 🐒 masterlist ➜ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

• CHOAS everywhere. No breaks.

- no one knows how you deal with them 24 hours and 7 days a week. Surprisingly you haven't quit. Which is a good sign that you were stable. 

• since the boys were always high as fuck, you decided to be the responsible one (with Izzy) which was funny because you were the youngest...

• Steven is your best buddy. Slash and Duff was like an older brother. Izzy was the caring 'mother' and Axl was the bitchy and*sassy eye roll* but sometimes loving friend. 

• mini "dates"

• Steven already knew he wanted you to be in the band, sure you could play (pick any instrument) but would Axl and the other approve?

       - they fucking did Woohooo. Congratulations! You are now apart of Guns N Roses 🌹

• they made sure you received 0 hate cuz fans and media do not go well together…

• the guys always took care of the weirdos and creeps that would lurk around wherever you guys went 

         - the other guy would have a broken nose and something else broken 🙊

Imagine: you all at the bar after performing. Surprise there's was a meet & greet waiting sooo much fun. You mostly just chatted with Izzy or Steven and smoked zoning out 70% of the time. Then some random bum came up to you and touched your fucking chest. BANG Izzy hit the guy so fast you couldn't keep up. Let's just say...he broke 2 bones and no one messed with you after that. 

• always made sure you drank at least twice so you be care and not stressed out :)

[rocketqueen1989x]

🕷GUNS N’ ROSES🕷

MASTERLISTS : 2🕷(coming soon)

Guns N’ Roses

Axl rose :

love to love

My Axl Rose husband

Blue jeans

Jack Daniels

Good girl

Bite me

Broken home

babydoll

Slash :

Break me

Dirty girl

Good morning

Teddy bear

Necklace

Duff Mckagan :

Sweet tooth

I’m so in love with you

lights , camera , action

White feathers

So trashy

izzy stradlin :

love sick

Angel

leopard print

Hotel of love

Eat me

Steven Adler :

Alive

She goes down

Raven

GNR boys :

Nsfw alphabet/ axl rose

Nsfw alphabet/ slash

[bobbydeerfields]

ROSESAXL PRESENTS: ROCKET QUEEN.

(featuring not an exact repost of the original. the story has since been revamped and rewritten, including minor changes in this novel and larger ones in later installments.)

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

see inside for a lengthier description of trigger warnings, tagged per chapter. this series is not suitable for minors or readers uncomfortable with mature, sensitive topics. please exercise appropriate reader discretion.

[axl rose x oc]

RATED: EXPLICIT/MATURE.

STATUS: IN PROGRESS — chapters posted weekly on wednesdays.

WORD COUNT: TBD.

READ IT HERE: WATTPAD | AO3

BOOK PLAYLIST | POSTING SCHEDULE

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

do you think when Axl first met Ky he was like "sorry for being British" since Ky's French but because of the 100 year long crusades waging on most weird cultural feuds or whatever have dissipated so Ky is like "I have no idea why you'd apologize for that but ok" and Axl is relieved and gets all excited and is like "Aw man, the chief said you'd be stuffy and annoying but you seem really nice!" And Ky goes "the chief?" and Axl is like "Yeah, Sol, the chief" and Ky gets the most pissed off look on his face and Axl sees his expression shift and just goes "MAN" and time slips from the stress

[jounosparticles]

What Your Heart Desires

(Part One)

Jouno notices something is off when Tetchou gets oddly flustered at a simple compliment

genre: fluff

word count: 1758

When it comes to finding the truth, Jouno is easily the best of the Hunting Dogs. He can see through people’s words by listening to the sound of their heartbeat, and can easily talk his way into getting just about anyone to tell him the truth. Due to this, people tend to never bother lying about anything around Jouno, since he is not afraid to call people out on their true intent.

When sent on missions, Jouno is typically paired with Tetchou; the two make a fantastic team, and have taken down thousands of criminals effortlessly. Despite the fact that they argue non-stop, the work partners understand each other deeply.

After completing a mission a lot quicker than expected, the two decide to go grab a coffee before returning to the Hunting Dog’s base.

“Just go sit down, I’ll order for the two of us. No need to scare another barista with your horrific food choices,” Jouno smirks at his coworker. Tetchou goes and sits at the table the two usually occupy.

Jouno’s hearing is extremely sensitive, so finding a quiet place that serves good coffee made the two come here after a lot of missions.

“Here.” Tetchou takes the coffee that Jouno is handing him. He watches as his partner sits across from him.

“You did surprisingly well today, Tetchou. Usually you’re a pain to work with, but today you made the job much easier.” Surprisingly, that was one of the nicer things Jouno has said to his coworker. Tetchou knows that Jouno isn’t actually a mean person, but he definitely likes to argue and throw jabs whenever he gets the chance.

“You’re acting awfully nice today,” Tetchou sarcastically responds.

“Is it wrong for me to appreciate your work from time to time?”

“No, it’s just unusual of you.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Jouno takes a sip of his drink. He couldn’t help but notice that Tetchou’s heartrate raised a little after the comment. That’s odd, I barely said anything to him. Jouno thought to himself. Am I really that flattering?

Tetchou interrupts his train of thought, “you did well too.”

“Of course I did, I am the greatest Hunting Dog after all.”

“Not in combat.”

“Oh shut up, your sword would have nothing against me.”

Tetchou sighs, he knows he won’t win in an argument against Jouno. He enjoys trying to bother him, seeing his coworker’s pissed off face is something he adores. Jouno has always been entertaining in conversation, however, lately those feelings Tetchou has felt have began to evolve a bit. Jouno seems a bit more endearing lately; the way he smiles as he talks, the way he says Tetchou’s name, the way his hair always looks soft, it all makes Tetchou feel a way he can’t seem to feel about anyone else. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t stop imagining the way Jouno complimented his performance on the mission a few moments prior.

The white haired man very quickly noticed that his partner was breathing very shallow, as if he had something on his mind. “What is it? Your breathing sounds off.” This behaviour was unusual, Tetchou is typically very collected, having a slow heartbeat combined with deep breathing.

Tetchou doesn’t know how to respond to this. He doesn’t exactly understand what he’s feeling either. He feels happy, but also confused. Why was one tiny comment filling his mind? It wasn’t even a big deal, yet it was oddly affirming to hear. Still, Tetchou wouldn’t want to honestly answer that question, that just sounds like an easy way to get made fun of. “Nothing is wrong, I’m just tired today,” the man says quickly and sternly. Hopefully that was believable enough for Jouno to just move on.

A lie? Why would he lie to me? Surely he knows I can tell that isn’t the truth. Jouno thinks to himself. It was extremely out-of-character for Tetchou to lie, he is typically honest to everybody he speaks with. Jouno scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “You know that I can tell you’re lying, right? What’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting off since we sat down.” Jouno is clearly frustrated. There’s no way it actually has to do with me saying he did well, right?

Tetchou has no clue of what to say in response. He decided to just ignore the question. The two sit in silence for a few moments, sipping at their lattes and thinking to themselves. Eventually, Jouno finally breaks the tension.

“Did I do something?” He asks sincerely. Almost immediately, he could feel the body heat of the man in front of him raise. I was right, he thought to himself. Maybe I can say something else later to test this.

“No. It was just a good mission, I’m not sure why I sound off to you.”

Another lie? I could just leave him be for now. Or maybe I could torment him for a bit. Jouno warmly smiles at Tetchou, before taking another sip of his drink. “About today’s mission, you cut down the enemy really quickly! I’m still rather impressed.”

“Thank you. It really isn’t a big deal.”

“If it wasn’t a big deal, why is your heart fluttering again whenever I talk about it? You know Tetchou, I heard it when I first mentioned the mission as well.” Jouno looks smugly, “are my compliments just that sweet to you?” The brunette could tell that Jouno was having fun with this. Yet, despite the embarrassment, he was enjoying the feeling. Still, there’s no way he would outright admit to that.

“You’re just trying to bother me, aren’t you? Sorry, your tactics don’t work on me.” Tetchou grins.

“It sounds like they’re working.” The white haired man finishes his coffee, and stops to think. Oh, this will be fun.

Tetchou finishes his drink as well, and stands up. Jouno stands as well, “come with me Tetchou, lets go for a quick walk before heading to the base.”

“We have work to do, we should head back now.” Tetchou argues, in reality he would adore going on a walk with Jouno, but work comes first.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t look like we have anything except paperwork to get done for the rest of the day. A quick walk will be completely fine.” Jouno insists. Usually, Jouno also opts to get work done first, so him insisting they put off the job is odd. Tetchou sighs in agreement, and they leave the cafe.

The two take a walk through a small forest near the cafe. Since it’s the middle of a weekday, it’s extremely quiet. The two walk in silence for a while, while Jouno thinks of new ways to bother Tetchou. Does he just like compliments? Does it have to do with me specifically? It wouldn’t hurt to test him.

Jouno steps a bit closer to his work partner, who is moving very quietly. Jouno moves a bit closer, brushing his hand against Tetchou’s. “Sorry about that! I didn’t realize I moved that close to you,” he lies to the brunette. Immediately, Tetchou started feeling his own face heat up. Jouno feels this, and holds back a smile. So, he liked that too? Is it really possible that he sees me in that light? Jouno can’t help but feel a bit smug over this. The idea of someone swooning over him makes him feel great. But of all people, he wasn’t expecting Tetchou to be the one to feel this way. This idea made Jouno feel genuinely happy for some reason. He always secretly admired Tetchou, but never thought to see him in anything but a friendly light. Maybe there was more to his own feelings that he was avoiding.

“No worries,” Tetchou replied. Was that on purpose? Or did he actually touch my hand by accident? he thought to himself. It didn’t really bother him either way, but feeling Jouno’s soft hand against his own felt nice. I shouldn’t think too much about it. It’s not even a big deal.

“Why did we have to walk out here again? We should head back soon,” Tetchou asks.

“Just thought it would make for a good break. Besides, I’m enjoying listening to you.”

“You are? We’re barely talking.”

Jouno smiles, “I’m listening to your heart, and the way it beats a little faster whenever I talk to you. The way it started racing when I grazed your hand was a wonderful sound.”

“It surprised me, of course my heart would beat a bit faster.” Tetchou rolls his eyes. He doesn’t really know what to take from this situation, why was Jouno insisting on talking about this? It’s not like Tetchou would willingly explain his feelings. He couldn’t say his thoughts out loud. Jouno made him happy, happier than any other person does. Jouno felt warm, despite his cold exterior. Jouno was fun to talk to, and to work with. He loved looking at Jouno, his pretty hair, his cute smile, the way his uniform fit around his body. He loved hearing Jouno speak, he loved saying Jouno’s name. Everything about this man made Tetchou feel safe. Do I really have feelings for him? Can he tell? Is this why he’s acting like this? Tetchou is dumbfounded about his own feelings. He had felt like this for a while, but didn’t think to equate the feelings to anything more than friendship until Jouno started teasing him.

Jouno lets out a small sigh. “Mhm, okay. I can understand your heartbeat changing due to being shocked, but it doesn’t explain why your temperature rose. I can feel that as well.” Jouno found the attention he was getting extremely charming, his mind filled with ideas on how to torment his partner about these newfound feelings.

“I’m not sure why. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Tetchou quickly responded. He was clearly trying to dismiss the topic, which just made Jouno more tempted to bother him.

Jouno stops walking, “Tetchou.”

“What is it?” Tetchou faces him.

Jouno moves slightly closer, and places his hand on the side of the brunette’s head, running his fingers through his hair. “Listen to me.” Tetchou doesn’t respond, Jouno can hear the anxiousness his partner is feeling. His reaction makes Jouno smirk. He pulls himself closer, whispering in Tetchou’s ear:

“You can try to lie to me all you want, but your entire body is telling me how you truly feel.” Before Tetchou even gets to respond, Jouno turns away.

“Let’s get back to work, we’ve been gone long enough!”

[helsex-moved]

break, desire,and mistake for the not-so-nice exhels asks

I'm just going to pick whether to answer with Ex or Hels for these bc I don't feel like writing two bits for all these 😭😭

Also for mistake that's already been asked and I have a special plan for it....so I won't answer here

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Maybe it's codependent but after everything they've been through you can hardly expect them to be well adjusted with healthy attachment styles. So it's no surprise that losing Ex would completely destroy Hels.

They're his everything, out of all the cruel people that have come in and out of her life they're one of the only good ones. A rarity. A nether star amongst the ashes of a wither's corpse.

For so long they've leaned on eachother, shared everything, known everything about the other - with Ex gone he would simply fall apart. He could pick himself back up eventually with the help of his friends and brother but he wouldn't want to for a long, long time.

It's only come close to that once. It was one of only two times Wels has ever seen his little brother cry.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

They'd never admit it but Ex has only one, simple, ultimate desire.

They want to be loved.

There's an aching lonely void in their chest that's never content. It's always hungry and almost always empty.

Sure there's Xisuma and Hels and their dear friend Worm Man, they help, but Ex craves the recognition and approval of those around them perhaps more than is healthy.

Most the server still doesn't trust them, especially after season 8, and it's not always clear that they're trying. But they are.

And they'll keep trying until the hallow pain in their chest leaves.

[therealaxlrose]

RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH I JUST SAW BYLER ON MY FYP MY-MY-MY FUCKING HYPERFIXATIONSFEJINGRHOWIUCLENIOOASK AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCBWIUKYHJGR*F&EOIDUWSNHADKBRCGEDUSABJJJJJ

BYLER CANON

NOW

[lagunned]

rules & writing list.

hiya everyone! I just wanted to post some rules & general guidelines for my blog. i want you all to enjoy my work. if you are ever confused if a certain request is against my rules, don't be afraid to ask! i also upload my chapter(s) long fics on wattpad & AO3, which are linked below.

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[xo-myloves]

🧛‍♀️- COULD YOU PLEASE DO LIKE MODERN AXL WITH YOUNGER EARLY 20S GIRLFRIEND

like Axl gets insecure and she like comforts him and it turns into heavy smut. Daddy kink pleaseeeeeee

LOVE YOU

(Once again ,only if you want to and are comfortable writing this)

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

Axl didn’t talk about it much.

The way he’d changed over the years. The way his body wasn’t what it used to be, the way the industry—hell, the world—made him feel like he wasn’t enough anymore.

But you saw it.

You saw it in the way he hesitated before taking his shirt off around you. The way he caught himself in the mirror and frowned like he didn’t recognize the man staring back. The way he sometimes turned away when you touched him, like he was waiting for you to see what he saw—and decide it wasn’t good enough.

It fucking broke you.

Because Axl Rose—your Axl—was still the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

And it was about damn time he knew it.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

It started when you caught him changing.

He didn’t notice you at first—he was standing in front of the mirror, pulling his shirt off, his movements slow, almost hesitant. His red hair was damp from the shower, sticking to his shoulders. His back flexed as he moved, his stomach softer than it once was but still strong, still Axl fucking Rose.

But all you saw was the way he stared at himself.

Like he hated what he saw.

“Axl.”

He turned, surprised to see you there. “Hey, baby.”

You didn’t say anything—just stepped closer, letting your fingers brush over his stomach, his sides, his arms. He tensed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice low.

You looked up at him, your hands tracing slow, loving lines across his skin. “Admiring you.”

He let out a sharp breath. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart.”

Your heart clenched. “I’m not.”

He swallowed, his jaw tightening. “You don’t gotta say that just to make me feel better.”

You frowned. “You think I don’t mean it?”

Axl sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, baby—I know I ain’t what I used to be. I know I don’t look like—”

“No.” You cut him off, your voice firm. “You don’t get to do that.”

He blinked at you.

“You don’t get to stand here,” you continued, “looking like this—looking like you—and tell me you’re not fucking beautiful.”

Axl’s breath hitched.

You stepped even closer, your hands sliding up to cup his face, forcing him to look at you.

“I love you, Axl,” you whispered. “I love all of you. I love the way you look, the way you feel—I love every inch of you, every damn scar, every line, everything.”

He stared at you, something raw flickering behind his eyes.

You leaned up, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. “Let me show you.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

You pushed him onto the bed, crawling into his lap, your fingers tracing over his chest, his shoulders.

“You don’t get it,” you murmured, lips brushing against his jaw. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you.”

Axl groaned softly, his hands gripping your hips.

“You wanna know what I think?” you continued, pressing kisses down his neck. “I think you need to stop fighting me.”

Axl let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I think you need to let me take care of you, daddy.”

His whole body reacted to that.

His grip on your hips tightened. His breathing got heavier. His cock twitched beneath you, pressing against your thigh through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re really tryin’ to kill me, huh?”

You smirked, rolling your hips against his. “You love it.”

Axl groaned, tilting his head back. “Yeah, baby. I do.”

You slid your hands down, unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. He was already aching for you, thick and hard, the tip flushed.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slow.

Axl’s breath hitched. “Jesus, baby—”

“You feel so fucking good, daddy,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his. “Let me make you feel even better.”

Axl let out a ragged groan. “Fuck. Do whatever you want, baby. I’m yours.”

And you did.

You took your time with him, your hands, your mouth, your body worshipping him until he finally fucking believed it—until he was moaning your name, gripping the sheets, whispering how perfect you were as he came undone beneath you.

And when it was over—when you were tangled together, your body pressed against his, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go—you whispered against his skin:

“You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Axl.”

He let out a soft laugh, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah?”

You smiled.

“Yeah.”