#Axl Writes

[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

[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.”

[anystalker707]

Self reminder. (x)

[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.

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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.”

[lum164]

i think im normal yeah

[gr0upie-love]

✦ :: Love Languages :: ✦

Note : I tried to make this as “realistic” as possible, this is also part 1 there will be more parts :).

Axl.

Axl isn’t one for heartfelt compliments; he normally says something along the lines of “Looking good, sexy!” or “Dayum, that's a nice ass!” Therefore, his love language is normally light banter and small “gifts,” like paying for your drink at a bar.

⭐️ :: Banter :: ⭐️

Axl’s banter/teasing can often go a bit too far and come out as plain mean. Axl most likely would call you a lazy whore in an affectionate way. He would often take the piss out of you, like pointing out the fact you have mismatching socks, or when you wear something a bit more out there, Axl would ask if you’re out to be a prostitute. Sometimes he punches your shoulder or pushes you when you’re walking side by side (probably underestimates his strength and knocks you over).

💫 :: Gifts :: 💫

Axl doesn’t buy you extravagant gifts like a fur coat or a shimmery dress; he doesn’t have the money for that. What is he, Bruce Wayne? Axl buys you tiny gifts like chocolate bars and some random keychains from the airport when he’s out on tour. He’s considered buying you expensive stuff, but then he remembers he’s pretty much in debt and doesn’t feel like wasting drug money on you. However, if it’s a big event, such as an anniversary, then he’d buy you a new set of earrings or maybe a fancy bottle of wine (if you don't drink, then he’ll drink it himself).

Duff.

Duff is affectionate but doesn’t get too lovey in public since he doesn’t like people staring at him. Though Duff loves helping you out, whether it’s with your job, school (if you go to college/university), or simply helping around the house. Duff also likes teaching you stuff.

⭐️ :: Physical touch :: ⭐️

In public, Duff does little gestures like holding your pinky or lightly tugging your hair to get your attention. Duff doesn’t do anything “disgusting,” as Axl would describe it, in public. Duff won’t kiss your lips or hold onto you like you're going to escape him.

Meanwhile, in private areas like your home, Duff will cuddle you and sometimes grab your waist from behind. He tries to be stealthy about it, but due to his height, it is kind of easy to notice him (he hits his head on the doorways).

💫 :: Helping out :: 💫

Duff helps you out by cooking dinner from time to time, doing the laundry, and gardening. He doesn’t believe that women (if you’re a woman) should be doing all the housework and that it should be a shared thing.

Duff also helps out by letting you get on his shoulders when you are at an event with large crowds, such as a concert, firework show, and things like that. He also helps you reach stuff that is too high up for you (if you’re too stubborn to allow him to get it for you, he will pick you up like you are some cat and hold you there and let you get it).

🌙 :: Teaching :: 🌙

Duff adores teaching you simple things; he wants to share his knowledge with you. He will teach you how to read music (bass, drums, and guitar), how to play music (he gives you his cheap and shitty guitar to practice on because there is no way you are touching his baby), and even how to fucking inject heroin. He doesn’t know why he taught you that, but he did, and that’s that.

Duff also likes to be taught by you, even if he already knows it, but he loves seeing that excited glint in your eyes when you show him how to do something.

Izzy.

Izzy isn’t one for physical affection since it ruins his whole bad loner boy guitarist act. Izzy doesn’t care if you do drugs or drink because he’s not a hypocrite. Izzy shows his affection by allowing you to fuck around on his guitars and wear his clothes. Iz also invites you out to take a walk with him very frequently (it’s how he copes with the stress of being in such a huge band). Izzy’s love language is also just venting to you and admitting when he’s tired/stressed because he’s not going to act like everything’s fine if it’s not.

⭐️ :: His guitars :: ⭐️

Izzy doesn’t care if you mess around with his gear as long as you don’t break anything. Izzy has shown you how to restring and tune a guitar in case you accidentally ruin it. Izzy doesn’t get the shits if you break a string since you are his partner and someone important to him (unless it’s like only 1 month into the relationship). Izzy often likes to share the songs he’s made outside of the band, songs that are just for you and him.

💫 :: His clothes :: 💫

Izzy finds it amusing when you wear his clothes and often says you look like you are about to play golf. Izzy has a smart-casual wardrobe, so he doesn’t have any hoodies or anything in his closet, only button-ups and jeans. When you wear one of his hats, he gives you a small side-eye but doesn’t stop you.

Sometimes, if it’s too bright outside, Izzy puts his sunglasses on you without a word. If you ask questions, Izzy just grunts and continues to do whatever he is doing.

🌙 :: Venting :: 🌙

As your relationship progresses, Izzy starts to let his stage persona drop; you see who he actually is behind the stage lights. Izzy will often come home from a concert or rehearsal utterly stressed; he will ALWAYS look exhausted. Izzy will sit you down, make sure it’s okay for him to vent, and then pour his heart out to you (sometimes his eyes might water a bit from how shitty it has been).

Slash.

Slash is often a drunken mess, but when he isn’t, he loves to give you physical affection. Slash also likes to serenade you with his guitar.

⭐️ :: Physical affection :: ⭐️

You can’t escape Slash and his touch. When you wake up, he’s hugging you; when you are busy, he is hugging you. It gets worse when he’s drunk (which is 70% of the time); Slash will give you the fucking sloppiest kiss known to mankind when he sees you and he’s drunk.

Slash often holds your hand in public or has an arm around your waist.

(Honestly, he can get annoying sometimes.).

💫 :: Serenading you :: 💫

If you have a favourite song, he will learn that song immediately and play it for you 24/7. Slash also writes some pieces for you. Fun fact, some of his solos on stage are dedicated to you (he tries to show off). Slash loves playing his guitar and loves playing it for you. Every chance he gets, Slash will put on a nice tune for you.

Steven.

Steven is the sweetest guy you will ever meet in the band. His mama always said to treat his lady right, and he does! This man does everything—gifts, touch, complimenting you—he is the whole package!!

⭐️ :: Physical touch :: ⭐️

Steven loves cuddling you; this man’s hugs cure depression. It feels as though you are being hugged by a puppy; his hair always gets in your mouth, though, making you both laugh. Steven likes to kiss your cheek and hold your waist while you do your thing.

💫 :: Gifts :: 💫

If Steven sees you eyeing something at the store, then he’s already marching into that store to get it for you. Steven doesn’t care how much something costs; all he cares about is making you smile. Steven also likes to buy you flowers when you are having a rough day; he always looks so proud of himself when he rocks up with a messy bouquet of flowers in his hand.

🌙 :: Compliments :: 🌙

Steven’s compliments vary from cheesy to the sweetest thing ever. Steven doesn’t care if you look like a sewer rat from New York; he is already spewing out the compliments. Steven often refers to you as the most gorgeous person he has ever laid eyes on (besides himself). If you are having that seasonal depression, he will purposely mime you in order to try and make you laugh.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Sugar Daddy

Summary: Axl takes his precious sugar baby on a cruise only to discover that her pompous attitude is ruining the trip. He takes matters into his own hands and punishes her, hoping it’ll demolish the self-entitlement within her.

Characters: Axl Rose and (female) reader.

Pairing(s): Axl Rose/female reader, Axl Rose/reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: age gap, smut, (p in v) penetration, excessive use of pet names, clit stimulation, physical altercation: whipping, and cat and mouse game.

A/N: requested by anon. I hope you enjoy the little twist I added into the story! ^.^

The 40 year age gap between you and Axl didn’t define your relationship. Instead, it was the way he pampered you with his wealth by taking you out to extravagant restaurants, and allowing you to spend an enormous amount of money on clothes, jewelry, beauty products, etc. You were his sugar baby and he was your sugar daddy.

If people batted an eye or called it strange, Axl would defend it and say they were just jealous. You were grateful not to be living an ordinary life like an average middle class citizen who worked a 9 to 5 job with a minimal base salary each week. Yet, somehow, that feeling began to dwindle as your daily consumerism increased…

Axl noticed the change in your behavior for a while. He used to see you as the girl who always said ��thank you” after gifting you with presents, or honoring your tastebuds with the finest cuisine that melted in your mouth.

Now he viewed you as a spoiled little girl, taking everything he gave you for granted. It disappointed him. But he hoped it was just another hormone imbalance. The old version of you would return someday, at least he anticipated. Younger folks could be quite complicated.

One day Axl surprised you by showing you a booked getaway on a cruise. The two of you would spend a week on the ocean in the best quarters, having unlimited alcoholic beverages, and having 24/7 access to the pool, gym, casino, theatre and other leisures. He thought this would be the perfect opportunity to win back the appreciative spark within you.

Both you and Axl packed your suitcases before heading to the docking site. You’ve never been on a cruise ship before and were amazed at how big they were. It was like looking at a major city except…it was on a ship!

Once inside Axl hauled the luggage to the reserved suite you’d be sleeping in. The space was fairly decent for two people. One King-sized bed occupied the hardwood floor in one room while a kitchen occupied the marbled flooring in another room. You had access to a telephone in case you needed room service, house cleaning, or other emergencies. The room also had a vast walk-in bathroom equipped with two toilets, two sinks, a shower (with a detachable showerhead), and a tub with jacuzzi pumps and neon lights. The room was flawless, according to your standards.

You and Axl spent the first day touring the ship and doing some sightseeing. Then, towards the evening, you watched a live musical performance together at the theatre, ate dinner, and socialized at a bar, drinking one too many piña colada’s. Axl had to carry your drunken body to the room, pepper you with goodnight kisses, and went to bed himself.

The next day was gonna be a similar experience to last night. The only difference was Axl wanted to attend a party on the upper deck.

Reviewing yourself in the mirror, you held up two dresses to hide your naked form, trying to decide which dress you should wear - the silky white one or the velvet black one.

Axl came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while whispering in your ear, “The white dress will look great on you. Wear that one for daddy tonight, yeah?”

“What if I don’t want to?” You teased harshly.

His grip tightened around your waist, causing you to be pressed closer against his chest like a puzzle piece. “Obedience, baby. You’ve been lacking it all week. Don’t make me correct your behavior,” he warned.

You sighed and nodded. The last thing you needed on this trip was Axl losing his temper and breaking the fine China.

Releasing you from his hold, Axl whistled at you, a technique he used to catch your attention. He opened a navy blue jewelry box in front of you, taking out a diamond necklace as it glimmered between his fingers underneath the fluorescent lighting. “Wear this with your outfit.” He encouraged, placing the silver gemstones around your neck. It made your skin sparkle with confidence. “Beautiful.”

You walked past him, looking in the mirror again. “I love it,” you stated.

“Do I get a thank you?” He asked playfully, although a part of him was serious and wanted to hear those exact words leave your lips.

You shrugged off his request and grabbed your purse. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Axl huffed. He was gonna let that one slide…for now. If she did it again, there’d be consequences.

On the upper deck, the party was bustling with excitement. People gathered from different countries to clink glasses and dance all night.

Once you and Axl arrived, you walked over to the bar and ordered a margarita. Next, you stood by the balcony, admiring the view of the dark ocean and life below the deck. The passengers down below reclined on their lawn chairs while others engaged in various pool activities by swimming or going down slides.

You sipped on your beverage and exhaled with satisfaction. This cruise was all about you, just like how everyday was, and you were gonna make the most of it.

Axl watched your aloofness, observing how your body gently swayed from side to side to the beat of the music. He could walk up behind you, like he always did, and ask you to join him on the dance floor. However, considering how spoiled you became, he decided to take a different route and leave you inside your own little bubble.

“Hey, ladies!” Axl hollered. “Lookin’ good tonight.”

Whipping your head around, you saw Axl approaching two Brazilian chicks. Oh, hell no! He wasn’t allowed to flirt with other women, only you! He was the one who was supposed to give you all the attention and all the prizes!

Clenching your jaw, you stomped over to where he was, wrapping your arm around his torso and cuddling up to him. “Daddy, where’d you go?”

The two women chuckled, finding your neediness to be amusing and pathetic. Axl didn’t budge. He purposely ignored you and continued making remarks to the other girls. This pissed you off even further.

“Daddy, we’re supposed to dance,” you whined. “Dance with me, please? Spin me around like your favorite record player.”

“How ‘bout tomorrow night?” He suggested coldly. “When you’re not being greedy?”

His accusation took you aback. “Greedy? I’m not acting greedy. You’re the one who’s acting selfish!”

He turned to glare at you. “Watch your mouth, star shine. I won’t hesitate to shut it up with duct tape.”

“Fuck you, prick!” In the heat of an instant, you splashed your drink in his face, causing the two Brazilian chicks to gasp in shock as his suit was soured with the stench of booze.

Axl took a moment to keep his temper in check and not lash out on the spot. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, turning his attention to the Brazilian women. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse us, I gotta teach my girl a lesson.” Grabbing you by the arm, he yanked you out of the area. “I can’t believe you fucking did that!” He roared, his voice booming across the hallway. “I take you on one cruise and this is how I’m thanked?!”

“You were ignoring me!” You shot back.

“Bullshit!” He countered. “All you do is take everything without an ounce of gratitude. I ain’t having it!” He opened the door to the suite and pushed you inside, locking the door.

“Daddy…” you whimpered, fully realizing how awful you’ve been treating him lately. “I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Sit down.” He interrupted, motioning to the bed. You sat down next to him and he clasped your hands in his. “Listen to me very carefully…”

“But-“

“Shh!” His eyes pierced into yours, making you shiver with bewilderment. “You wanna have a nice time on this trip?”

“…Yeah.”

“Then behave yourself. No more acting out and no more taking things, the things I pay for, with my own money,” he stressed, “for granted.” He paused for a few beats, allowing his words to sink in. “Understand?”

You tried to clarify. “I don’t take-“

He released a frustrated sigh through his lips. “If you’re not gonna listen then you’ll be staying in here for the rest of the week.” Standing up from the bed, Axl began walking to the doorway.

“No, daddy!” You squealed, diving onto the floor to grab his ankles, stopping him in his tracks.

“Let go of me,” he demanded.

“No, please! I’ll be a good girl!” You begged as hot tears steamed down your cheeks.

You were acting childish, especially when things didn’t go your way, and he knew it. “Too late. We’ll try again on another cruise.” His patience was wearing thin. He almost regretted taking you on this little getaway in the first place.

You wailed into the floorboards while clutching onto his ankles. “No! No! No!”

Axl wasn’t gonna put up with this any longer. He attempted to move, dragging you along with him across the floor as your wailing grew louder.

After your high pitched screams punctured his ear drums, he swooped you off the floor, and tossed you on the bed. He held your wrists in one hand, while using the other to grab a nearby ribbon lace on the nightstand, and tied your hands together. Axl gripped your diamond necklace, pulling it off your neck. “You’ve been a bad girl.” Lifting up your dress, he smoothed the palm of his hand over one of your asscheeks, creating friction to prepare the tender skin for an intense blow.

“Daddy, don’t…” You sobbed into the pillowcase.

“I wish there were different ways for this stuff, babygirl.” Axl soothed. He’d be lying if he said the punishments didn’t affect him like it did you. In truth, it tore him apart. But a reminder needed to be in order.

Axl raised your necklace and lashed it down onto your bare ass as the diamonds cut into your skin. You screamed into the pillow at the impact. Axl raised your necklace again, whipping your other asscheek. He did the same thing with your hamstrings and decided to repeat the process for good measure.

He straddled your legs to avoid making you kick him and spanked you with the diamonds. Upon striking your hamstring again, the jewels cut deeper into your flesh, causing blood to run down your skin. Axl put the jewelry on the nightstand and quickly got up to retrieve cotton balls and alcohol. He didn’t mean to hit you so hard, he felt guilty.

You laid there, heaving into the pillow as your hamstrings and ass burned.

Axl came back into the room and applied alcohol on a cotton ball, gently pressing it to your skin where a cut was branded onto your skin. “I didn’t mean to take it that far, baby…I hope you learned your lesson and understood why I won’t tolerate such entitlement.” Axl continued to rub the cotton ball over your marks until your skin was cleared of blood. He then untied your hands from the lace.

Unexpectedly, you leaped off the bed, ran to the door, unlocked it and sprinted down the hallway, far away from Axl. He cursed to himself and ran after you just a few meters behind. “Baby, stop! Come back!”

You refused and kept running, going down multiple flights of stairs until you were in the lobby area. Strangers eyed you weirdly as you tried catching your breath while looking around to see where you could hide. The bathrooms? Underneath the front desk? You heard Axl’s voice from above, taking you out of your hiding trance. “Sweetie!”

Turning to the right, you saw a sign on a door that read, Private Love Shack Area. You ran to it and closed yourself in the room. You panted until your heart rate somewhat returned to normal and you felt the tingling of pain on your flesh again.

Glancing around the room, you were shocked to find out it was a miniature sex dungeon filled with numerous sex toys, a love couch, BDSM devices such as floggers, whips, chains, and glass dildos. You never expected the Love Shack Area to look like this. Your brain thought it would resemble a romantic, softcore design. Instead, the room you occupied was obscene and hardcore, perhaps a little too much for your tastes right now.

Before you could think of your next exit plan, Axl came into the room, closing the door shut behind him. You gasped and turned around, backing up until the wall behind you pressed into your back. Words couldn’t escape your lips but your facial features trembled with fear.

Axl sensed this and slowly made his way towards you, his footsteps deliberate and methodical. “Baby,” he cooed. “Come back with me into the room. I’m sorry for making you bleed. That wasn’t my intention,” he tried to explain.

All you could do was whimper and shake your head. You were on the brink of losing your trust in him - the man who cared for you since day one, the man who spoiled you rotten, and coddled you because he cared and loved you so much. Now here you two were trapped under this predicament.

“I’m not mad.”

“You’re crazy…” You whispered, not believing his words.

He chuckled. “Babygirl, you drive me crazy.” Axl stood in front of you, pinching your chin softly so you could look up at him. In his eyes, you didn’t see anger or the rage he had earlier. His eyes were filled with…guilt? And compassion. “But it’s worth it every time.”

“It is…?” You questioned.

“Yes, because we open ourselves up to each other in ways we wouldn’t thought possible.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear while running his fingers over your delicate face. You were his little porcelain China doll.

“I’m so sorry…” you apologized. “For everything.”

Axl pressed his index finger to your lips. “Shh. It’s okay. I knew my babygirl would come around sooner for later.” Lifting you up, Axl wrapped your legs around his waist, rubbing circles over your thighs, and caressing the welts he inflicted on your ass. “Still sore, baby?” He asked.

It hurt when he stroked the marks, but at the same time, it felt comforting. “Yeah…”

Cupping your butt with the palms of his hands, he captured your mouth in a heated, passionate kiss, savoring the way you two smacked each other’s lips. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” Unzipping his pants, he freed his pulsing cock and positioned it near the folds of your pussy. Axl loved how you never donned any underwear whenever you wore dresses. He knew how much you loved getting quick, easy access for unexpected moments like these. Just in case.

Slipping inside of you, you gasped at his length stretching you deliciously. “That’s it,” he praised. Securing your legs around his lower back, Axl began thrusting in and out of you, still keeping his hands on your ass so your welted flesh wouldn’t hit or rub against the wall.

You kissed him again and followed his movements with your own hips. “Fuck…”

Axl increased the pace, pistoling his hips into your cunt as you ricocheted off his body, bouncing up and down against the wall. Wet, sloshing noises filled the room. Axl felt how your cunt squeezed around him, soaking his dick which only turned him on even more.

Clinging to him like a devoted pest, you made out with him, pushing your tongue into his mouth as it tangled with his, tasting him while breathing in his smokey cologne.

Axl increased his pace once again and stepped away from the wall, holding you in his arms. You continued to frantically bounce up and down on his shaft until you felt the band in your core snap, causing your orgasm to erupt out of your crotch.

Axl felt the hot flow of your juices drench his dick as your walls clenched around him. He groaned and shot his semen inside of you, hitting the pleasure spot that drove you insane.

“Augh! Fuck! Sh-shit…”

“You okay, honey?” Axl managed to say in between grunts of pleasure.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.” You tilted your head back, recovering from the high. “It felt amazing. You felt amazing.”

Axl smiled with appreciation. “Good, good.” He carefully laid you down on the couch, thinking of how it might be more comfortable than the wall, and slipped out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

You grabbed his hand and tried to pull him closer. “I need you…”

“I know you do, baby. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” A delighted smirk played across his features once Axl realized the sort of room you two occupied. “Perfect hiding spot,” he mused while picking up a few toys to bring to the couch and use on you. “My baby always knows what location to be in.”

You blushed. “Stawwp. I was expecting something else,” you clarified.

“Something else.” Axl hummed, tapping the glass dildo. “Not this?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean. I didn’t think a cruise ship would have special places like this.”

“Not all of ‘em do. This cruise was just a one in a million chance.”

“You scored your luck with me, huh?” You hinted, excitedly biting your lower lip.

“When don’t I?” He pushed the glass dildo inside your cunt, filling you up once more. Then he reached over and turned on a small vibration stick and pressed it against your clit.

“Fuck, yesss.”

Axl kept the mini vibrator on your clit, rubbing circles over your nub, while using his other hand to pump the glass dildo in and out of you. This went on until you felt another orgasm crash over you, similar to how waves from the ocean crashed against the side of the ship.

He removed the dildo from your cunt and cherished the slick that stained the glass.

You and Axl remained in the room, trying out most of the sex toys all night long. This was, by far, the best cruise ship he ever took you on.

Axl saved your appreciative spark that night. You never acted like an entitled brat around him ever again, only in dreams!

Taglist: @hollywoodroses and @axlsyndrome

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

[axl-gets-creative]

Funpoison😈😈🔥🔥

my danger days hyper fixation rolled back around and punched me in the face so imma be writing a lot of killjoys stuff as i gather the balls to publish my smut lol

remember kids the killjoys r fictional and r not mcr <3

*this is also sum slight context for my party hcs btw bc yes*

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context: uhhhh... u may get the picture if u have a dirty mind.. just read- (this is an aftermath of another wip smutfic of mine)

*about 11 am*

Party poison: *walking out from around the hall stretching bc cunt* morning hoessss <333

everyone: good morninggg

Jet star: u and ghoul r up late

fun ghoul: oh yeah uhhh we couldnt rlly sleep :/

Party poison: uh- yeah type shi

kobra kid: well clearly yall were up at like 2 am💀

Fun ghoul: wha- wait how did u know that?

Kobra kid: uhhhhh long story short i got up last night to go to the bathroom and decided to take a smoke break outside before bed and uhhhh maybe dont leave the car windows open? (poor kobra, always the paragraph guy)

Fun ghoul: 😦

Party poison: 🫢

Fun ghoul: im going to kms-

Party poison: *wheezes*

Fun ghoul: STFU....

Party poison: okokokok im shutting up-��🤭🤭🤭

Jet star: wait whats going on-

poison, ghoul, and kobra: nothing :)))))

*they had car se-*

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context: elaboration on my mini skirt party poison headcanon, also kind of a prequel to my upcumming fic (hehe cummi-)

fun ghoul: alr guys and me party r gonna go hit the rave,

Party poison: *walking out from behind him in a mini skirt shorter than my attention span (that is extremely extremely short)*

Jet star: AY WOAHWOAHWOAH- *covers the girls eyes*

Party Poison: what?

Jet star: BITCH WE CAN SEE YO POOSAY ‼️‼️‼️THERE IS A MINOR HERE👿👿👿👿

Party Poison: oh right i forgor srry😶

Kobra Kid: *sips diva tea*

The Girl: what is this the fucking korn concert why cant i see😰

Jet star: one moment sweetie, *turns to ze hoez* GET OU-🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

Party Poison: ok ok im going hoe😭🙏

Fun ghoul: *grabs a condom from a drawer discreetly as he walks out*

Jet Star: r u fucking fr rn💀

Fun Ghoul: stfu before i throw ur ass to a scarecrow <3

The girl: whats that thing😃

Kobra Kid: *from across room* CANDY-

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context: elaboration on the party poison gun kink headcanon that i said i would not elaborate on (im writing a fic with it)

*fun ghoul minding his own business, possibly with a little friend in his pants bc u never know*

Party Poison: is that a gun in ur pants or r u just exited to see me?

Fun Ghoul: which one u want it to be?

Party Poison: uh-

Party Poison: *stares into the abyss*

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

Party Poison: FUCK YOU

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

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ok so yeah thats all i can come up w/ rn, its kinda short compared to my last lil set of scenarios i did but whtvr nevermind (hello hello hello hello how low *nirvana rizz*)

[rocketqueen1989x]

Broken home

AxlRoseXreader

warnings : mention of axl’s stepfather and childhood , sadness , dysfunctional household ,fluff and arguments

📍: Lafayette,Indiana

⏰: 10:00pm

1979

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"I wish them fucking birds would shut up " my boyfriend bill grumpily said as he sat next to me on the park bench smoking away on his cigarette. The big chunks of smoke trialed out of his mouth as he talked

it looked pretty cool to be honest.

Well his real name is William but i call him by his nickname, bill . it’s short for William .

i chuckled looking up at him as my head laid there on his chest . His long pale arm was around my shoulder and my fingers intertwined with his hand that was dangling off my shoulder

"stop being so moody " I nudged him playfully and he huffed out blowing the smoke .i watched as the smoked swirled into the warm night air. it was so quite and peaceful tonight. no breeze at all.

the sounds the cars behind us going past filled my ears and grabbed my attention. i turned watching some cars driving by and I felt a cold hand grab my hand turning my gaze back. my eyes met bill’s and he just looked at me.

I could tell he was thinking about something but I didn’t know what. i reached my hand up to the side of my cheek and I planted a small kiss on his lips. His arm that was around my shoulder brought me closer to his chest now deepening the kiss.

I pulled back just looking into his blue eyes. The look he gave me was different. I knew he wanted to say something but the words weren’t coming out but I didn’t question him on it. I gave him a little smile which he soft returned to me.

His smile brought me so much comfort , love and happiness. I’ve knew bill for around 4 years now and we’ve been dating for 2. my parents know about us but his parents know nothing about us.

A car beeping caught our attention again which made our heads snap to the right. as I looked i noticed the time on my watch on my wrist and it was 10 o'clock .

fuck ,it was way past his curfew. He’s normally supposed to be home at 9. Shit .

"shit it's ten  " I say and bill threw his head back groaning at the words coming from my mouth. He hated going back home. we've been here for hours talking and it doesn't even feel like hours

it honestly felt like a few minutes

"do you think he'll be pissed ? " I asked and Bill looked up at me nodding rolling his eyes at the thought of going home to his ‘father’. well his step father . nor his real father as he found out just a couple of weeks ago. He’s supposed to be staying at his grandmothers right now but he decided to go back to his home.

i don’t know why though. He didn’t tell me .Bill groaned standing up and I stood up with him

"when's he's not pissed ? " Bill rolled his eyes in a annoying way referring to his step father ,Stephen Bailey.

let's just say he was a strict and hot headed prick. i hated him after the stories I've heard and what I've seen.

Me and my boyfriend started to walk down the path and I could see our street not far from us. We lived across from each other which was good.

"I don't wanna go back " bill said sighing and flicking away his cigarette and looked at his shoes as he walked. he watched as he took each step after another.

i grabbed his hand and intertwined our hands and I stroked his knuckles . His hands were so cold. The weather in Lafayette lately has been so shit. We really need some sun.

"well if he acts like an asshole just come to my house for a night or two" I said with a smile but he just shook his head making his ginger hair shake as he did so

"Your parents will be getting sick of seeing me " bill said with a chuckle. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood. but I could tell he did not want to go back to that house. he hated it there. With each step we took bill seemed to get more sad and uncomfortable

"Bill how many times ? My parents don’t mind you sleeping over" I chuckled now stopping just 3 houses away from his house.

I looked past William’s shoulder and I could see that the living room light was on so Stephen must be still up waiting for him. I hated that man with a passion.He’s disgusting

“The lights on ?” Bill knew by my expression the light was on and I just nodded now looking up at him .bill went quite and didn't even look at me now. He was looking again down back at his black shoes. it looked like he was thinking of something

I went on my tip toes and moved his hair from his face . “promise you’ll give me a call in the morning ? “ I smiled and he just nodded with a light smile. i tilted my head and he looked at me for a moment before leaning down giving my lips a peck

"I’ll leave my window open " I whispered his lips and he just gave a nod before kissing my lips again but this time more deeper making me smile. His kisses were always perfect.

we pulled away and stared at each other for a little bit but that’s until we heard a door open then slam. It both startled up and we both whipped our heads to the loud bang. i looked behind him and it was his mother , Sharon walking to her car and getting something out of the trunk.

She must of noticed us because a big smile came to her lips. William definitely had her smile. “Oh ,hi y/n” she gave me a light smile and I nodded with a little wave. I’ve only speak to his mother but I’m the 4 years I’ve known William I’ve never spoke to step father and to be honest. i don’t want to talk to him.

“hi mrs Bailey “ I replied and she just asked a couple questions like how I was , how’s my parents , how school is going for me just things like that. But my mood changed when the front door opened and there stood his step father.

He was tall and a skinny and I could just tell by the way he was stood and looking over at us three he was already pissed off about something. Like William said ,when’s he not pissed off about something.

“William “ was all he said making a come here motion with his finger and William gave me a look and turned away walking Into the house , his mother said her goodbyes to me and I sighed just staring at the house

i hated leaving him and watching him go into that horror house

the door slammed and immediately it went quite. i sighed pulling my hood up on my jacket. Actually it wasn’t mine it was William’s. it began to get a little more breezy out and i before I took a step forward to walk on home I heard shouting.

the voice of his stepfather

"what time do you fucking call this " I heard him shout but it was muffled.

"Fuck off " I mumbled to my self and walked off trying to calm myself down

I knew bill would stick up for himself and say something back. He always did. He told me he never used to because he was scared but now that he’s gotten older he’s found his voice and he’s starting to stick up for himself. i was there to witness it at one point. they both were in each other's faces. 

i made my way home and walked in my front door to be greeted by my dog . He was a British bulldog.He jumped up at me all happily with his tongue sticking out at the side

"hi my baby boy " I bent down stroking his head and down his back

i heard the tv on in the living room and it was blasting this action movie which I didn't even care to look .i just saw the back of my father head. He was asleep and his arm was slumped over the arm of the chair.

i closed the front door quietly and walked off up stairs and my dog followed me. I saw the lights were off in my mothers room and I peeked my head in to see her asleep all snuggled up in bed .i smiled lightly and my dog ran up before jumping on the bed laying at her feet

"goodnight baby " I whispered to dog and he put his head down on the covers. i finally made it to my room and flicked on my light putting down my pack of cigarettes and lighter.

I really need to find a spot for them to hide. God if my parents found out it would be like world war three .i took my shoes and clothes off

i was left in my underwear and I walked around to my dressing table grabbing my tv remote and the movie 'Texas chainsaw massacre' was playing

i loved this movie.such a good movie

i changed my underwear and quickly put shirt on and I just kept my underwear off for tonight. i sighed laying down in my bed .it felt so nice just to lay down and feel warmth for once.

i groaned when I realised I haven't even brushed my teeth , my hair , done my bag for school or even tidied my room like my mom asked me before I went out with William

i could feel my eyes getting heavier and I got even more sleepy. then suddenly my mind flicked away and I thought of my boyfriend came to me for some reason

i just hope he's okay.

I hated when he had to go home to that monster

i wished we lived together. I could see him everyday , kiss him when I want or where I want , hug him in front of whoever and it wouldn't cause any arguments but obviously his father being very strict and religious . he found that type of stuff 'not for his kids to know about ' apparently

bill once told me he remembers being around 10 and he looked at a couple kissing on the tv and he got a slap around the head and yelled yet .

the tv got put in the trash that day .

i just cant wrap my head around that type of stuff. Like why hit your kid and especially when they have done nothing wrong. It will always confuse me. It’s just wrong in my eyes .i remembered that my window was locked . I need to unlock it for bill

sometimes if he's bored , has a bad day or had a big argument with his father to the point we're he's loosing control he comes to my house and climbs through my window. there's been times were I'll be asleep and he will climb through during the night and when I wake up out of my slumber he's there with me sleeping behind me or he's either up just staring up at my ceiling

i lazily got up from out of my now warm double bed and I unlocked the lock on my window , walking over to my door and locking it. i trailed back over to my bed and laid down , turning out my light and grabbed the tv remote and switched it off

i was so tired.

the second my head it the pillow I was asleep.

2 hours later

it's nearly half 1 and i woke up having the urge to pee but something caught my attention . I felt little breaths in my neck and a full body weight on me

My eyes fluttered a little bit trying to realise what was going on and I looked down as I laid on my side and saw a big shadow of hair . I instantly knew it was my bill just by the way he was laid . he was on his side too , my leg was over his torso and his arm was around my waist tightly and protectively holding me close to him .almost like he was too afraid to even let go of me

even in his sleep

i smiled sadly but happily at the same time. I was half happy because I'm glad he's here with me and he trusts me enough the can actually comes here but On the other hand , i was sad because i knew why he was here

his soft little breaths brushed against my skin while his face was buried deeply into the crook of my neck .

i noticed he came through the window because my curtains were opened and a little mangled at the bottom. i felt the sudden urge to pee again . I sighed looking down a little and I tapped bill’s shoulder but nothing . He didn't wake up.

"baby" I whispered and stroked his soft hair . i felt him stir his legs but that's about it

"bill wake up " I rubbed up his back and stroked the back of his head. His hair was so soft and silky.

"mmhm " he mumbled pulling me in more tightly and shuffled his head in my neck a couple times

"I need a pee" I said and I heard him groan out in annoyance still half asleep as I tried to get away from his strong grip that he had around my waist. i eventually got out of his grip ,stood up from the bed and I felt a little slap on my ass as I walked away.

i gasped and turned around and saw bills shadow sitting up a little as he resting on his elbow. I heard his little giggle from the darkness as I walked away .i went into the bathroom and I could still hear the tv on downstairs .

I finished what I had to do and made my way back to my bedroom. My eyes snapped straight to my boyfriend. He was all snuggled in and my bed covers were wrapped around his body. I could hear his little snores making me smile.

the moon light that was slipping through the curtain and it shined on his hair. I could only see his face a little bit.i walked back over  to the bed and slipped back into the warm soft covers and his eyes fluttered open immediately as he felt me next to him.

he opened his eyes and looked up at me giving me a light smile his smile was everything to me. How can anybody hurt him ? Bill wrapped his arm around me ,pulling me to his warm chest. He was so warm and comfy. I was drowning in his body heat.

"you okay ? " I whispered and he nodded slowly putting his head on pillow ,looking down at me. i just stared looking up at him in his eyes and my eyes scanned over his face. his nose was like a button , his eyes were a little puffy from just sleeping , his lips looked so soft and plumped

His cheekbones looked a little sunken in and his fluffy ginger hair was covering his forehead and was just above his eye brows.i smiled as I put my hand gently on his cheek and stroked his skin with the pad of my thumb. I leaned up kissing his lips and he kissed back . this kiss was different. he pulled me closer and depended the kiss like his life was dependent on it.

I just want to keep him safe and with me. he doesn’t deserve all this shit.

[lolomustdie]

Cw: suicide, death, medical themes, and psychological torture

writing illi mcmillin as the demolition woman being in a coma and having her soul horrifically tortured by the devil with terrors and then waking up and eventually killing herself in the hospital bathroom to taking a break from that and writing her in in highschool fucking your mutual in a bathroom stall and involving like four different sex toys that she just casually carries around school is a very surreal experience

Also this song bc I don't glorify any of this ofc

what do we think about this alien babies

[duffmckagans]

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.)

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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

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[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.

[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!”

[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

[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… 

[lagunned]

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