#axl rose imagine

[axlrosesrealwife]

he's got the look 👀

Can I just say that I wanna kiss this man so FUCKING hard? Put my hands on his chest and mess around with his nipple ring?? Like, that's not gonna make anyone upset right?

Like, I want this man to ram into me as we're making love at like 4 AM. And whisper praises into my ear as he's thrusting so slowly and deeply....

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write 90s Axl Rose being all sweet to his girlfriend and they have bath sex in the jacuzzi in their hotel room?

A/n: the thought of this is really sweet but I just can’t stop thinking about how badly it would hurt like on your knees and stuff, man I’d fall and break my jaw power to you if you could survive bath sex

Also sorry that it’s short I kind of lost motivation halfway through, I hope you it’s still good <3

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), bath sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You were so happy that Axl finally brought you out on tour with him. You'd been seeing each other for almost a year and had always wanted to come with him.

Axl was hesitant, tours could be draining, but Guns was going to some of the most romantic places this tour and he was sure it would make a great trip for the both of you.

You'd been so excited for this trip, planning and packing a month in preparation for it. Axl didn't seemed stressed in the slightest, although you were the one packing for him and his trip planning was also done by a group manager. He did try to help you calm down a few times, it usually worked, at the very least it was helpful and a sweet gesture.

When the tour finally came he refused to leave your side, even if you were just going to the bathroom he'd wait outside for you.

With the way everyone was treating you you got the feeling he had given a speech to everyone, lecturing them on how to treat you.

Axl wanted to show you off, always helping you pick out more revealing clothes when it was just the two of you going out, making sure people saw when he brought you into his dressing room. He wanted people to know how lucky he was to have you and he wanted people to know he had you.

It was about a week into the tour, you'd just landed in Paris and were staying in a hotel room that had a window staring out directly onto the Eiffel Tower.

It was night and the city was glowing so beautifully, you couldn't help but stare out the big window.

Axl came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a small squeeze. "Beautiful, isn't it?" You nodded. Axl opened his mouth to say something more but you interrupted him.

"No ruining it with something cheesy." Axl scoffed.

"It wasn't gonna say anything cheesy." You rolled your eyes. "I was just gonna say that it's not as beautiful as you." You groaned and walked off.

"Alright, you ruined it." Axl laughed. "I'm going to check out the place." You walked back into the living room area, a half kitchen by the front door. You noticed another door leading out to what you assumed to be a deck, and it was. A deck with a jacuzzi, that is. It was filled and ready to go so you immediately went to get in.

You went to change into a bathing suit but couldn't find one, even though you were sure you had brought one. You searched and searched but it simply wasn't in your suitcase, so you went looking for Axl.

You eventually found him on the deck setting up candles and tossing in rose petals. He smiled back at you when he heard the door open. "Where's my bathing suit?" You asked, coming to stand beside him and admire his work.

"Come on, you don't need a bathing suit." He assured, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your side. You rolled your eyes at him. Axl shrugged and began to strip.

Your eyes widened as you looked out across the city. "What are you doing?" Axl was already getting in the water.

"Thought you could use some company." He said with a smile. "Now you won't be lonely. You chewed your cheek but you couldn't deny that it sounded nice so you stripped as well and got in with him.

The water was just right, it relaxed your muscles and smelled so good with the candles. Axl sat beside you, running his hands over your body, kissing down your neck and whispering in your ear.

His hands moved lower, rubbing your thighs, teasing your hole. You let out a soft sigh. "What are you doing?" You asked, voice low and airy.

"Just helping you relax." He said, deep voice raspy in your ear. You melted under his touch, head falling back and resting on his shoulder and he rubbed your clit in circles, drawing more moans out of you.

He slid a finger into you, groaning when he heard the noise that came from you. "You're so pretty, you know that?" You moaned in response, grinding down on his finger. "Don't worry, we're getting there." He kissed your cheek and pulled his finger out of you, you whined softly.

He pulled you up onto his lap, sinking you down onto his dick. His arms wrapped around your waist and he held you tight to his chest. He rolled his hips, you gasped softly and he did it again. You started grinding down on him and soon you both found a rhythm.

"Ah-ngh, Axl." You muttered. "Fuck, go faster." He chuckled and kissed your neck. He started moving faster and you matched his speed.

Axl pushed you off of him and turned you around. You were staring out to the cityscape below, all the bright lights scattered across the town, the Eiffel Tower looming not far away.

Your hands were on the edge of the jacuzzi, your knees resting on the seats, Axl was behind you with his hands on your hips. "Was this what you were thinking when I asked you to come on tour with me?" He asked, deep voice pulling you from your thoughts.

You shrugged. "Not the first thing that came to mind." He kissed the back of your neck and over your shoulders.

“But it’s pretty fucking nice, huh?” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he pushed into you once more.

“Hah, it’s perfect.” You sighed. “You make it more perfect.”

Axl laughed. “And I’m the cheesy one?” You waved him off and pushed your ass back on him.

[duffslut]

Uncontrollable desire

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 408

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

After you and Axl finally finished eating the entire chocolate bar you laid your head on his chest feeling his fingers playing with your hair.

- Why do you smell so good today? - You asked, starting to rub your nose on his skin and then distributing kisses on his chest.

- I always smell nice. - Axl replied. - Now you're turning me on with those kisses.

Axl pulled you by the hair and started kissing you, you kissed him back with such an intensity that you didn't even know where it was coming from.

- Baby... - You said trying stop the kiss. - Babe! - You called him again as your hand unintentionally touched Axl's groin.

- What? - Axl asked and then went back shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

- Why are you so hard we're just kissing. - You said, biting your lips trying not to laugh.

- Are we? - Axl asked and then slapped your ass, pressing it against his dick.

- Stop I wanna watch the movie! - You said, giving Axl one last kiss before getting off of him.

You went back to lying next to him the way you were before, but for some reason your body couldn't stay away from Axl's for more than a few minutes and soon you were rubbing your ass against his crotch, knowing you were teasing him but pretending not to notice.

- I'll give you what you want. - Axl suddenly whispered in your ear after he couldn't take it anymore, and your whole body shivered at his deep voice.

Your panties were pulled to the side, and before you could say or do anything, Axl already had his cock inside you. You were pulled by the waist by him, getting on top of him, your nails scratched his perfect abdomen while you bounced on his cock, taking every inch of him inside you. Axl held your hips so tightly it almost hurt, he moaned as he helped you move back and forth on top of him.

- Oh fuck! - You moaned rubbing your clit as you bounced on his cock faster and faster, squeezing your pussy around his cock feeling it throb, you and him were about to cum.

You leaned your head forward and rested it on Axl's chest, after he and you came at the same time. For some reason you looked at the empty chocolate bar wrapper lying on the edge of the bed, and the name written on it made you laugh.

"Sex chocolate by tabs"

[unknownperson246]

a/n: Can you make smut of Vince Neil and Axl Rose after having one of them sees their groupie with the other one and they fuck them to make sure they know who they belong to? Or a threesome?

All Night Long:

Words: 874

warnings: *threesome* *p in v* *cheating* *cussing* *come play* *come eating* *oral sex* *m receiving* *alcohol used and mentioned* *praise kink* *toys mentioned but not used*

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You were sitting at the very infamous club called the Troubadour. Many rock bands come to play there and you have met several of them. Many of them come and go but you saw Vince Neil from Mötley Crüe and Axl Rose hanging out a couple of months after the VMA incident where Vince punched Izzy and then he got into a brawl with Axl. You were bewildered watching them together. You thought they hated each other's guts. Well, it turns out they both made up and dealt with each other's differences. They were out to celebrate. Vince is still with Sharise and Axl is still with Erin. They both looked happy getting away from their wives. You went up to them hoping they would be nice.

“Hi guys,” You said with a grin.

“Hi,” Axl said to you. 

Vince just watched and smiled. He was observing what you were going to do.

“I thought the two of you despised each other?” You asked in a cautious tone. 

“What?. Are you a fucking journalist or something?” Vince scoffed.

“No, just wondering,” you said in a softer tone. 

You went back to the bar disappointed and sad even though you asked the question that got Vince annoyed. Later on, when they finished their beer they went up to you. Surprisingly they weren’t high or drunk. They were normal and perfectly intact to the world around them. They were aware and defensive. You were surprised with them coming to you again. 

“Hi,” you said resting your chin on your opened beer bottle

“We wanna fuck you,” Axl said straightforwardly and confidently. 

“Wow!” You said laughing, taking it as a joke. 

Once you heard no laughter coming from them you knew they were serious. 

“Wait really?” You asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Axl said.

“Okay then” Vince grabbed you and he lifted you to his car like he was kidnapping you. 

You felt the wind hit your face, awakening you from your tiredness. Axl sat in the passenger seat while Vince was driving. You were in the back seat paying attention to Vince’s hands on the wheel. Vince started driving to a nearby hotel room. Vince rented the place out because he didn’t want to go home to his wife Sharise. Vince got out a duffel bag with the toys he was going to use on you. Axl suddenly opened the back seat door and he lifted you over his shoulder playfully. He put you down inside the lobby. Vince went up the stairs to where his room was. You went up to the stairs with Axl and Vince. Vince threw you on the bed as soon as you got into the room. He slowly started to rip your skirt off. He saw your leopard print panties that matched your leopard print bra. He slowly ripped them off. Axl was getting hard watching Vince remove your clothes. You felt Axl's hand make contact with your right tit while Vince’s hand made contact with your left tit. You slowly let your body get used to their aggressive touch. 

“One at a time. You get to go first Vince” You moaned quietly while getting horny.

Axl started to play with your clit while Vince entered his erection into you. You felt your energy level elevate. 

“Fuck” Vince groaned. 

“You like two men fucking you?” Axl whispered in your ear which made you wet. 

Vince felt your slick and he felt him slide inside of you very easily now. You felt Vince’s dick hit your cervix. With your energy, you got up letting Vince do his job. You pulled Axl's pants down feeling the hard lump under his pants. Axl threw his pants off.

“Wanna give me head?” Axl laughed as your hands were clawing at the side of his pants.

“Here you go darling it’s all in front of you,” Axl said looking down at you and stroking your head. 

You felt Vince thrusting inside of you holding your ass to make sure your position was secure. 

“Fuck” You and Vince moaned at the same time. Your breaths were getting heavy. 

Axl kept stroking your hair and you went for his dick. Your tongue softly swirled and made wet rings on his cock. 

Axl started to pant softly as your tongue began to do its magic on his dick. 

“Such a good girl” Axl painted. 

On the other hand, Vince was degrading you.

“Such a whore for a dick like mine aren’t you?” Vince pinched his fingers into your hips.

You uncontrollably clenched your pussy around Vince’s dick. When you clenched around him you started to go faster on giving head to Axl. 

“You’re doing so well” Axl moaned.

Axl finally left his load around the sides of your cheeks. You swallowed letting your throat feel the pleasure of your work. Mentioning come you on Vince’s dick. In return, Vince came inside of your warm and tight hole. You felt yourself coming down from your high. Your body crashed because of a wave of exhaustion. You plopped down on the hotel bed. You soon fell asleep. Vince and Axl left planning to return to you. They both talked about their bands all night long while drinking 10 bottles of beer each.

[urnothere12]

Axl Rose

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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

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

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

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

"why are you thinking this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"he's not an asshole."

"if you say so..."

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

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

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

"hey, princess."

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

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

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

"did you miss me, axie?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"nothing, i was just thinking about things."

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

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

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

"he took you away from me."

what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"axl, it's--"

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

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

"do you mean this, axl?"

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

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

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

"and?"

"i can't say this."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"did i convince you that good?"

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

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

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

after seconds of silence, axl leaned away.

"fuck, that's me!"

"wow, sherlock!" y/n laughed.

"you really love me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"of course!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"thank you so much, baby."

"anything for you, angel."

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

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

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

dm or write here for requests! thank your for reading it, love y'all

[thesmokingguns]

Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

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

But tonight you wanted to be held.

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

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

Carefully , you moved to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hi1234hehe]

Axl is better looking than some of these trolls dads

I agree and the people who say Axl glowed down are on something because he looks better than the fat dads who think that other people agree with their criticism of anyone else matters. Like shut the fuck up no one wants to hear you blabbing on how people age like it’s natural and the fact that troll dads probably look like a saggy bean bag chairs that have raisins all over them is insane. Like sir you look like a fucking sad pathetic person if you're critiquing a rockstar who has 5 octaves in his voice and who still looks way better than you. The fact that some of the troll dads get aggressive on critiquing someone who looks better sings better and has deep character development is insane. Axl is not a lazy bum and he still tries despite not being able to sing well for the fans. Axl still sounds way better than those fat screeching pterodactyl dads who are whining about how they can’t stand listening to Axl anymore. Like they say Axl needs a break. No sir you need a break from the internet. (Sorry for the rant)

[issie-https]

A-Z Headcanons

Axl Rose X Reader Headcanons

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

Word count: 1069(lol)

Warnings: SMUT, swearing😋

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

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

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

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

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

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

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

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

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

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

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

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

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

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

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

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

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

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

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

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

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

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

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

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

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease of the century award goes to...

Axl Rose!

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

V - Volume (how loud are they)

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

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

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

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

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

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

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

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

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

[gaysnrosess]

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

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

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

an “i love you” on stage

this concert is a prove that they were in love

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do a fic with a really innocent reader who is shy and nervous about receiving oral sex for the first time. But eventually Axl gets her to see that he just wants to help her relax and make her feel good. And he’s super sweet, gentle, tender, and caring towards her and praises her during her first time because he knows how nervous she is and he just wants to treat her the best he can.

A/n: Ik I've been posting a lot the past few days but I have not been writing anything and just posting drafts so I'm trying to write more bc I'm running out of finished drafts and I have so many asks :')

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), praise, cum eating, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Axl was your first for everything. You’d been dating since high school and you moved out to L.A. with him when he asked on a whim.

Up until now you hadn’t done a lot of things, sexually speaking. You’d given him a blow job, jerked him off. You’d rubbed against each other but nothing much more than that, though he desperately wanted to see what face you made when you came.

You’d been having a shitty week, getting yelled at, ignored, pushed to the side and walked over and at the end of the day you’d come home and tell Axl all about your day. Then, like clockwork, Axl would offer to relieve you of your stress.

It was Friday and you finally had a day off, you just had to make it through one more day of work. That’s what you kept telling yourself over and over again.

Everything was going fine until Axl called. You picked up the phone and listened to him complain about stuff with Guns, then your boss walked past and snatched the phone from you, slamming it back into its place and hanging up on Axl before going on a rant about how ‘useless’ you’d been.

You left soon after, earlier than you were supposed to.

You just crawled into bed and stayed there, unmoving for hours.

Axl can home and called out for you, eventually finding you in the bedroom. He had a bag in one hand filled with snacks.

“Hey sweetheart, another bad day?” He asked, making his way over to you and sitting next to you on the bed. You nodded and reached for the bag but he pulled it away from you. “No candy unless you let me help you.”

“But-“

“What do you have to lose at this point?” He asked, setting the bag down on the floor. You thought about it for a moment before slowly pulling your work pants down. “Good girl.” You smiled at the pet name and let him do the rest.

You sat back against the bed frame, Axl got comfortable between your legs after having taken off your panties. “Just try to take your mind off work.”

You groaned. “But I want to complain.” Axl laughed, his hot breath fanning over your cunt.

“Then you can complain afterwards, right now let me take care of you.” You nodded, a soft gasp leaving you when his tongue slid through your already glistening folds.

His tongue dipped into you, flicking sensitive nerves. His nose, fuck, you couldn't count how many times it bumped your clit, you couldn't tell if he was trying to or not but you wanted more.

"Fuck-! Axl, that-that feels..." You trailed off, unsure of what you were trying to say.

"It feels good, right?" He asked, barely pulling away to speak. He smiled up at you, pretty eyes and shiny lips. You nodded and he went back to fucking you, his tongue swirling around your clit.

"Hah! I-I should've let you do-do this sooner, oh fuck~" Your head rolled back, resting against the headboard. Your hands went to his head, tugging on his hair and drawing moans from him which vibrated through you.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart~" His deep voice had your legs shaking. "Making such pretty noises." A hand left your thigh and you felt him push a finger into you. Your back arched as he curled it inside you, dragging against your walls and pulling moans out of you.

"Axl, m'gonna- m'so close!" You whined. Out of curiosity you looked down at him. His gaze flickered between your face and your cunt, tongue slipping past his lips, paying attention to your clit, fingers pushing in and out of your puffy hole. Such an angelic and filthy sight.

Your body shook as you came at the sight, eyes rolling back, pleasure rocking your body. He felt so good.

"See?" Axl sat up, licking your juices off his fingers and wiping his chin. "I told you it felt good." Your mind was foggy as you tried to catch your breath. You smiled tiredly and closed your legs, only for Axl to force them apart again. "No, I want more." He gleamed, leaning in and kissing you, you could taste the saltiness of yourself on his lips.

[duffslut]

Don't cry

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 580

Warnings: Angst!

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- Hey... - You heard Axl's voice approaching you.

It was late at night, past midnight, you had left your boyfriend's house and simply couldn't go back home, you didn't want to have to face your parents in the situation you were in, so you went to the beach and just sat on the sand, watching the sea and letting the tears run down your face. It was cold and windy, but nothing could be worse than the throbbing pain you were feeling in your chest, the anxiety almost stopping you from breathing.

You greeted him Axl with a sad smile, cringing even more as he sat down next to you in the sand.

- How are you doing dear? - He asked in his deep, concerned voice, taking off his jacket and placing it over you, caressing your back with his hand.

- I... - You tried to speak but the tears came even stronger and you turned your face away. - It's all over.

Saying those words made your mind go back to a few hours ago, when you finally got the courage to break up with your boyfriend, and the scene repeated itself in your head, it was the best thing to do, but you didn't know it would hurt so much.

- Don't cry Y/n. - Axl said, touching your chin turning your face carefully towards him, drying your tears with his fingers. - Please, I hate seeing you like this..

You had called Axl because he was your best friend and the only person who could help you at that moment, he always knew the right thing to say, just having his presence calmed you down, he had that power, it was one of his many qualities.

- I'm sorry about this, Axl... - You said sniffling, looking at the redhead next to you. - I shouldn't have bothered you...

You let out a deep breath, Axl took your hand and held it lightly, warming your cold skin.

- I would come to you any time Y/n. - He said. - You know that, right? Things will get better.

You tried to believe him, but none of his words seemed real since you no longer had your boyfriend with you, who had promised the same things, but still had broke your heart.

- I don't know... I feel alone, lost. - You said, and noticed Axl's eyes sadden.

- You're not alone sweet girl, I wish I could make you believe... - He looked away. - I know exactly how you are feeling inside.

You couldn't decipher his gaze as he stared out to sea, you didn't say anything, you snuggled into him in a hug and closed your eyes for a few minutes, absorbing his scent mixed with the scent of the sea.

- Can I sleep at your place tonight? - You asked, opening your eyes and accidentally looking at him - I can't go home.

Axl nodded in response and you both got up and walked to his car.

You had already slept at his house several times, but it was the first time you actually lay down in his bed, your eyes red from crying began to close automatically, letting sleep take over your body, Axl watched you standing next to the bed, stroking your hair and saying things that sleep didn't allow you to understand perfectly, but something inside you felt that he was being the most sincere he had ever been.

- You're the most special girl in the world...

I will never leave your side...

I hate to see you cry...

I love you...

[unknownperson246]

a/n: hi loveee, I hope you’re doing okay :)

i have a request but I’ll try to keep it short so it doesn’t get too confusing :)

if you don’t mind please could you do a imagine of present day axl rose <3

both y/n and axl are going out and y/n has a very short skirt or a very short dress on . axl doesn’t really want her to go out with her on because he knows that thirsty guys will be eyeing her up or through comments as she walks past them

but y/n doesn’t listen and keeps the skirt on . Obviously axl becomes very pissed off and doesn’t speak a word to her but keeps a close eye on her

they ended up having an argument because this guy tries to make a move on y/n in the club and ends up punching the guy

he takes her home and literally destroys her

you can make it filthily as you want. Like bdsm , whips , paddle and handcuffs just all of that

btw ur writing is so good !

If you don’t get to doing it that’s completely fine .I understand

I am doing perfectly fine ❤️❤️❤️. I really love this idea for a fic request @izzyramirez18 🤍🤍 also thank you so much ❤️❤️

Modern Axl: Short Dress

Words: 867

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *forms of BDSM* *come play* *praise kink* *cussing* *Axl is rough on reader*

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You were planning on what outfit to wear. You weren’t aware of how short the dress you finalized to wear would appear short on your body with your big tits and your ass. You put on your dress that your pussy was hanging out of. Axl walked in with you in your dress. He watched one of your tits fall out while your panties were in clear view to him from where he was standing. 

“Change out of that dress. I can see your pussy” Axl said with a disappointed frown. 

“I don’t want to change Axl. And besides, no man will be staring at me if you’re next to me.” You said.

Axl knew everyone would be starting. He has been getting mobbed everywhere he goes in public. The paparazzi always sneak up on him with cameras in their hands. Flashes would go off every time he was in public, especially when he was walking on the sidewalks trying to get to a restaurant to eat.  

“Y/N please change. All the thirsty men will have filthy thoughts about you and only I’m allowed to think those things about my girl.” Axl said firmly trying to not lose his fragile temper.

“Axl everything will be fine. Those men can go to hell” You said while your body was facing the mirror and you were putting your earrings in while listening to your boyfriend rant.

“Fine, Whatever don’t fucking listen to your boyfriend,” Axl said, fuming with anger. He hid for the sake of the public. 

Axl was obviously very pissed off at you for not putting more loose-fitting clothes on your body. Axl doesn’t say another word while you're both getting ready. He keeps a very close eye on your ass while you bend down to grab something that fell out of your hands. He could see your whole ass and pussy sticking out. He gripped the wooden stick that helped him walk for the time being. He was so angry. He looked away trying to avoid it getting to him.  You both finally leave for the club Axl was going to hang out at. Later on, you and Axl are in the middle of an argument at a bar after a guy hits on you. 

“I fucking told you to not wear tight clothes Y/N. I fucking want to slap you.” Axl said while his eyes were red. 

“Don’t be that intense Axl. You know I’m yours so stop being so jealous of other men who hit on me!” You spat out to Axl with your drink in your hand. 

Axl grabbed your drink and threw it in the guy's direction before Axl's white fist met his face. 

“Why the fuck would you punch him?. He didn’t know I was not single! What the fuck is wrong with you Axl?” You were so pissed off.

“Stop being so fucking controlling!” You yelled at him.

Axl didn't say a word after that. You knew it was bad whenever he didn't talk. He shut himself off in order to avoid his intense and extreme anger towards everyone around him. He left with his car keys in his hand. He waited for you to get in the car. The drive home was painfully silent and tense. He dragged you out of the car into the house. He ripped your dress off. He grabbed a rope and he tied your body to the chair nearby. Axl grabbed a cucumber with a condom on it.

“Axl?! What the fuck?!” You yelled.

Axl got the blindfold from the bag. This isn't the first time he's done this. You recognized the bag and the blindfold. He got the ball gag out to prevent you from screaming or whining any further. You felt his hands wrap around your mouth pushing the ball gag further on. You felt the leather straps around grasping your face. You felt Axl starting to touch your clit. He could see how wet you were from him being aggressive with his words and actions. He moved his fingers in and out of you and you wanted to hide that you were wet for him so badly. You tried to cover it by crossing your legs but you couldn't. Your legs were tied to the chair. Your mumbles were ignored by your redhead boyfriend.

“Oh be quiet you little brat and take my dick inside of you like a good girl,” He said petting your hair.

 You let him slide into your pussy. 

“Mmm,” He mumbled slightly. 

“You're such a good girl taking me inside of you nice and easy. Keep it up and I'll let the gag go,” 

He smirked while you let him fuck you. His thrusts went deeper and deeper. They made your legs shake. Finally, you came on his dick. He felt his orgasm arriving and then he pulled out of you. He came on your thigh. 

“You’re a good girl for not making any noises,” Axl said while trying not to laugh at your helpless state.

“Maybe I'll keep you here for a couple of hours until you have learned your lesson for not listening to me about wearing tight clothes outside” Axl grabbed the rope teasing you. 

[urnothere12]

Could you write something where Axl and Reader are childhood best friends and lovers. Total opposites. She leaves Lafayette with him but when he was starting to get famous he cheated on her.

she caught them in the act and instead of being angry she got sad because she had a feeling it would happen one day with the Rockstar life style. While the other woman rush out reader just stood there looking at him with a sad expression while he cried and begged for her forgiveness. She walked slowly, sat on the bed then asked him softly to go shower because he smells like her, he gets scared because he thinks she's gonna run away while he's in there but she promises to still be there when he gets back. When he finishes washing himself he finds her sitting up in bed, sheets, blankets and pillows changed looking down at her hands and he's speechless because he doesn't wanna say or do anything, he just wants to stop time right there. She looks up at him and pats to the spot beside her, so he hops into bed and she lays on his chest, knowing it'll be the last time she does it. He cries softly into her hair and she makes circles with her fingers on his chest. "You know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair, on both of us." She says and he just keeps apologizing. They both eventually fall asleep but when axl wakes up, she's gone.

Gnr goes onto be one of the biggest bands in the world, none of them have heard from reader since the incident, and none of them speak of her like she's a taboo topic, it's like they tricked themselves into thinking the sweetest human they'd ever met wasn't even apart of their lives. That was till axl speaks about her in an interview, keeping her name anonymous but telling their love story and how it ended, leaving a secret message at the end for her to hear. The next day his manager says he has a guest, as soon as he saw the back of her head he knew it was her, he picked up his pace and a smile lit up his face until she turned around and he saw a small diamond on her finger. They talk about they're lives, reader went to college and became a teacher, both of them avoiding the elephant in the room for as long as possible, knowing it'll hurt when it's spoken. "So you got married" axl says, secretly hoping it's just for decoration. "Yes" reader replies and his heart dropped. "He treating you right?" Axl asks with his fists clenched. "Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him" she says with a slight smile looking down at her hands, but she knows they'll never be close enough to be in each other's lives again.

I cant think of a way to end this, but he's sad and she walks off feeling bitter sweet.

Hiiii I’m so sorry it’s late but it’s finally here! Hope you enjoy it!

Patience

words: 979

Warnings: *angst* *cussing* *heartbreak* *cheating*

You and Axl have a long sweet history. You were his best friend and you've been his girlfriend since you both were 16. You and Axl are total opposites that is what made your guy’s on-and-off relationship more compelling. You and Axl left Lafayette together in 1982. Around 1985 Guns n Roses started to get more well-known. Axl had cheated on you multiple times but you keep deciding to forgive him. When you finally feel that he would not cheat on you he does. You catch Axl fucking some other woman in your guys’s bed. You open the door and watch them making love. You enter the room. 

“I didn't know I swear, If I did know I never would have been here,” the woman says filled with shame and embarrassment. She gives Axl a hateful glare as she rushes to the bathroom. The other woman quickly rushes to the bathroom, puts her clothes on, and rushes out the door. You wait to speak until the other woman leaves.

“Oh Axl,” you say with a sting of disappointment and sadness in your face.

“Y/N no please forgive me I beg you Y/N please just forget this and we will start all over again,” Axl begs and cries. 

You slowly walk over to the bed without saying anything to him. You sit down.

“Axl please go take a shower you smell like her,” you say softly with tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N if I go shower you're going to run away. I know you are” Axl says sadly.

“Axl I promise I'm not going to run away,” You say reassuringly to Axl.

Axl heads on into the bathroom and you hear the shower running. He takes 40 minutes to wash off the other woman's scent thoroughly. When he exits the bathroom with his wet red hair he finds you sitting on the bed that you changed everything about. You changed the sheets, you changed the pillows and you changed the blankets. He finds you looking at your hands. He doesn't want to say or do anything. He just wishes he could stop time right there. Axl's thoughts are interrupted when you look up at him and pat the spot beside you. You're inviting Axl on the bed and he accepts the invitation. Axl lets you lay on his chest. He knows that you have had enough of his cheating bullshit and it was the last time you would ever cuddle together. He starts to cry into your hair because of his realization. You slowly start to comfort Axl by making small circles on his chest.

“Axl you know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair on both of us” you say quietly.

“Y/N I am sorry that I hurt you,”  Axl says while crying.

You don't respond to him. After a couple of minutes, both of you fall asleep in each other's arms. It's now 7 a.m Axl is still asleep and you decide to grab your things and quietly slip out the door. 

It's now 9:06 and when Axl wakes up all your things are gone and you're nowhere to be seen in his sight. Axl is incredibly sad and he's hurting.

After 6 years go by it's now 1988 and this is when Guns n Roses got famous. None of them have heard from you after you left Axl. They never speak about you but still have internalized thoughts of you. They truly did believe that you were the kindest person they had ever met and they were sad that you weren't a part of their lives anymore. You watch an interview about guns.

“Do you have anyone that is special to you?” the interviewer asks Axl.

“Well, there was this special lady who I truly still care about. I’ve hurt plenty of times. Me and I were good friends in Lafayette and we met at school. We dated on and off for about 5 years. I eventually left Lafayette with her and it all ended after a couple of years.” Axl reminiscences.

 “Listen old lover of Lafayette, if you still want to meet, I'm here like the sun that never went away. All you need is a little patience.” Axl says into the screen with a hopeful glint in his softened eyes.

You immediately knew what he was talking about. He made the message for you the first time he got caught cheating on you. The next day the manager goes to Axl. 

“We have a guest,” the manager says.

Axl sees the back of your brown hair and he knows it's you. A smile lit up on his face as he watched you turn around. He spotted a small diamond on her finger. You go up to Axl and you start to conversate with him.

“Hi Axl,” you say, forcing a smile on your face.

“I missed you Y/N,” Axl says quietly.

“So what have you been up to?” you ask Axl.

“Well the band got famous and you know where I am now,” Axl says softly.

Axl reciprocates the question you asked him.

“I went to college back in Lafayette and I went back to California to become a teacher.” You say.

“So you got married?” Axl asks, hiding the pain on his face.

“Yes, I did,” you say smiling. 

“Is he treating you right?” Axl asks, forcing a smile on his face. His fists are clenched and it secretly hurts you but you want him to feel the hurt.

"Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him," you say smiling while looking down at your hands.

You know that you and Axl won't be close in each other's lives again and that hurts you and him deeply. Axl is very hurt and starts to tear up and you walk off feeling bittersweet.

[gnrlove1987]

Prompt: First family Christmas

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

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

“I got it.” He assured you sleepily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thesmokingguns]

Tulip

Pst. You want to be sad?

AUTHORS NOTE/ WARNING: Talk of death and I made myself cry really bad writing this so be prepared.

The best part of Spring, the thing that made you realize that it was a warm weather season and that it was going to be an action packed time was Tulip picking. Something you loved was getting out of the car, looking over the field of reds, oranges, yellows, white, pinks, and purples. It was like a sunset of flowers. The way they swayed, like a hazy summer sun dipping into the ground. You always lost your breath the first few seconds, heart thundering wondering how there could be so much beauty in a world that hurt so much.

This was the first year you were at the tulip fields alone. Forty years ago you were on your first date with the love of your life. You hadn’t known it at the time as you exited his car that this was going to be the man that you married. You hadn’t known that every APril for the next forty years you were going together.

It is your tradition and hell, Axl had always been a sucker for traditions.

So in his memory you had gone to the tulip field. He would have wanted you to be here, you thought. Even if it was the last day and most of the flowers were gone. Leaving a graveyard of where beauty had once stood. This seemed fitting as you reached into the car, grabbing you tote bag and the box that was inside.

There was a young kid working who got up when he saw you, probably about to tell you that they were closing soon but you waved at the old man behind him and he let you through. You had called about this before you came, knew hat you had to ask for permission for things like this.

You can’t spread ashes anywhere anymore. The world was forever changing and with it you were learning the new rules that went along with it.

It was strange, getting older. You had once been this vision. All bare skin that was virant and strong. You had tried to keep up with all the modern positions and exercise but your skin had aged a bit and you haven't fixed the lines around your eyes and mouth. Those shows the smiles you had and the laughter that had once been there. Those lines were a life of love that you had and you could touch them and remember a life before.

When was the last time you laughed?

On your 25th anniversary Axl had given you a dog you had named Chuck. A dog that had a thousand nicknames and who Axl had joked you loved more. But the corgi had been your friend. Running around the tulip fields as you and Axl did your annual walk around, two old birds in love.

Chuck was good because you had tried for a decade to have children but failed pregnancy after failed pregnancy had made you spiral out. Axl hadn’t wanted to see you sad anymore and the pair of you decided to just appreciate what you had together. It was enough. It was enough. It was enough.

The dog had been a replacement in some ways. Spoiled like an only child. But he had been taken from you, stolen one night two years ago. You had cried in Axl’s arms, asking him like a child if he was sure if he wasn’t going to wake up. Poor Axl had rocked you to sleep, dropping everything to hold you and kiss you. Telling you that he loved you. Reminding you over and over again that he loved you. And that had filled some of the hole that was in your heart but it would be a lie to say that it healed.

Now your heart was shattered and sometimes you had to place your hand over your chest as if you were checking to see if you were still breathing. At night when you would wake up, alone in bed you’d place your hand over your heart and remind yourself that you were here. You were alive. For now.

Getting older made you aware of your own mortality. Things like will sand plots. Did you want to go in the ground or in a box? DId you want to be scattered like….yes. Yes, you would be scattered into the ocean at this spot Axl had proposed.

He had proposed after Tulip picking, driving you to the salty aired beach where the rocks were smooth under your toes and where all you could hear was teh waves crashing> Axl touched yoru hand, making you tear your eyes from the ocean that was calling you and then he was calling for you. Love him. Forever. A life.

Yes.

Forever ago. How long did forever last? A question you hadn’t thought of at the time but you were realizing more now that a forever could have an expiration date. And how awful that was.

It was hard. You were sixty and alone. You had asked Axl when you got married if he could wait to die. Let you go first because you didn’t know how you would survive a life without him. A life without him ended up being even worse than you had imagined.

You sat on the wrought iron bench that was painted in the same cheap white paint every year. Thinking about how when you had Chuck how he would hide under the bench as Axl held you close to him, stealing kisses as you looked out at the tulip field. The tulip field that was almost empty this year.

Everything was so empty.

The sun was dipping down. You had put this off for so long and you weren’t sure about how to go about this now. You pulled the box out from your bag, looking at it. You hadn’t really ever looked at it. You knew what you had promised when he died, what you would do with him but when it had happened your heart had been broken and you couldn’t believe that it was really happening. You couldn’t believe that you had made a promise that you didn’t want to keep.

“This is the last year we’re here together.” You whispered, stroking the box as you held the remains of your best friend. The last time you were here together you had kissed in that soft way older people do. Your hands still clinging together as you realize that no matter that time had stolen your youth it had bever been able to steal the love you had for each other.

There has been real magic in your love. Magic that people talk about but you had gotten to experience. There had been hard times, all good love stories have those but even when you were mad Axl would pull you close and demand you sleep wrapped up in each other. It had been wonderful when you were younger because it would only be a matter of hours before you were making love and forgetting whatever you had been mad about. As you got older you’d usually forget what you were fighting about before you were in bed.

“You know, I’m not over you dying yet, Axl. This might be the maddest I’ve ever been with you. But I’m here, at the field, like you asked.” You weren’t going to cry. No. The tears had dried up by now, even though the hurt was just as strong.

Axl had asked for his ashes to be scattered in the field. He had wanted to be the first place he had kissed you. He said every year that the flowers grew that they were more beautiful because he poured all his love into you and every year you came here it strengthened them. Maybe that’s why they looked dull this year. Wilted and out of season because he hadn’t infused his love into the earth for you,

“Loving you has been my greatest pleasure. There is no one in this world who my soul was meant to be tied to more than yours. Forever with you..Axl it wasn’t enough. I want to see you again. I want to be with you I want…” Maybe not all the tears had dried up. “I want you to wake up.” But he was a box of ashes.

You stayed there a beat longer. Your heart aching as you finally opened the box, untying teh bag that held his ashes and sighing out.

“Until we get to be together again, my love. Soon, please God soon.” you begged as you watched the wind dig inside the box picking him up and letting him nourish the earth one more time. Watching him mix in with the flowers the pair of you had watched grow every year.

As he settled in, infusing each flower with a part of him. A part of him that had loved you, so truly and so pure you knew that next year the flowers were going to be the most beautiful that they had ever had.

Your joints ached as you walked back to the car, looking out the windshield as the sun set and you saw the tulip field for what you knew was going to be the last time of your life. It was time for you to go now.

It happened in the car, the same road you always told Axl not to drive too fast on. The only part of the road he would use two hands on, taking his hand off your thigh or from between your fingers to drive. The pain started and your arm went numb. YOu thought you’d be scared but you weren't. You were smiling, laughing. Hearing yourself be happy for the first time in so long.

And when you opened your eyes, a wet tongue was licking your face. And there was CHuck, jumping into your arms as you sat up on the couch. The backdoor opened and Axl walked in, a bunch of tulips in his hand as he looked at you, smiling.

“Oh honey, I’ve been waiting for you.”