#axl rose madness

[the-jackasses]

Dude looks like a lady amiright

[rottingbite]

Mad Magazine Heavy Metal Issue.

[mrparadisecity]

Hello Mr. Rose. Your piano playing is good, but however needs a slight touch up. I could help if you'd like

-Ludwig Van Beethoven

..what.

I DID NOT JUST GET TOLD BY BEETHOVEN THAT MY PIANO SKILLS NEED A SLIGHT TOUCH UP.

I HAVE BEEN THROUGH YEARS OF SUNDAY SCHOOL TO PLAY PIANO YOU WILL NOT DICTATE MY PLAYING

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Im gonna ramble here:

Im so pissed at how people treat Axl Rose. Like I get it, he’s not the nicest guy, but he has also gone through some things that some people can’t even imagine going through.

Also, it’s ridiculous the hate he gets for his voice nowadays. He’s getting older and the ability to sing like you do when you’re young sort of disappears. At least he’s out there doing shows for us, allowing the younger generation to experience seeing Gn’R live. 

I just want people to think before saying rude things about people, ‘cause honestly it just makes them assholes. Axl’s trying his best and I think people should appreciate him for that.

thank you for taking the time to read ❤️🫶

[fallen-starchild]

happy birthday to this giraffe of a man 🦒

[axlsthighs]

the way some of Axl’s outfits could’ve been a serve but he had to have braids, I’m so mad

[d34dsatan]

real

💀

[duffslut]

By the pool

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist

Word Count: 890

Warnings: Smut! Minors DNI.

It was the hottest night that summer, you were melting in the heat of your hotel room when you finally decided to go to the pool, it was night and you would probably be the only one there, and it's wasn't like you had any company to call, since you had decided to travel alone.

You heard some rumors as you walked down the hallway towards the pool, apparently some rock band was staying at the same hotel as you, but you didn't care much, until you got to the pool area and were paralyzed by what you saw, four guys slumped on sun loungers around the pool, countless bottles of whiskey on the floor, and one last guy in the pool, who had an incredibly lit cigarette between his lips. You thought about just turning around and going back to the room, but it was too late, now they were all staring at you, you tried to cover your body with your towel, and felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

- You guys are scaring the poor girl you fuckers. - The guy in the pool said, and you thought you recognized his voice from somewhere, but it was only when he brushed his long, curly hair away from his face that you realized who they were, the band people were talking about in the hallway was GUNS N FUCKING ROSES.

- I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I swear I'm not a crazy fan. - You spoke too fast. - I mean, I'm a fan actually, but I didn't know you guys were here.

They laughed, and Axl passed you a bottle of whiskey, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, you couldn't refuse, and maybe the drink would take away some of your shyness since Slash, from the pool, hadn't taken his eyes off you since you arrived.

- What's your name? - Slash asked you.

- Y/n. - You said, trying to seem calm, when in reality you were completely in love with him, he had always been your favorite member of the band, and you had never imagined meeting him like this.

- Great, Y/n, now would you mind lighting my cigarette for me? - He said as drops of water ran down his hair and wet his angelic face.

Somewhere in your body, you felt yourself getting wet too, why did he have to be so hot? And why did he have to look deep into your eyes while you lit the cigarette on his lips?

- Is it cold? - You asked about the pool water.

- No, it's actually quite hot. - Slash said, smiling at his pun.

You put one foot in the water and were thinking about joining Slash in the pool when you heard nervous footsteps.

- Come on Axl, don't be mad! - Izzy said but it was too late, the redhead just turned around and said "you can all suck my dick".

As soon as the vocalist left, the rest of the boys left too, each in a different direction, leaving you and Slash alone.

- So... He really is hot-headed, huh? - You said, looking at Slash, now without hiding your desire to grab him right there.

- He has his reasons. - He said, then he placed his big hand on your thigh and your whole body heated up.

All you could think about was how many times you had imagined those hands, touching you exactly the same way he played his guitar. Slash noticed how you rolled your eyes just at the touch of his hand, and realized that you wanted the same thing as him. He flicked his cigarette butt away from the pool and now concentrated on untying the side ties of your bikini. You looked around apprehensively, even though it was dark in the pool, just a few meters away from you, guests were passing by, entering and leaving the hotel.

You put your hand in his hair as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, your whole body shivered, and you noticed that Slash was already hard, as he constantly touched his crotch under the water, so you decided to help him massaging his cock with your feet while he brought his lips closer and closer to your pussy, he kissed your clit through the fabric of your bikini, before lowering it completely. You lost your mind when his soft, wet lips finally touched your pussy, your body leaned back and your fingers tugged at the strands of his hair, his tongue knew exactly what to do, he ate you like he was desperate for it, sucking every inch of you, drowning his face between your legs, you controlled your moans but Slash didn't seem to care, he murmured and moaned breathlessly while you massaged his cock still over his shorts underwater. You knew you were about to cum when Slash stuck a finger inside you and started finger fucking you while still sucking you with his eyes closed, there was no time to warn him, you came right in his mouth, and he gave you a satisfied smile before jumping out of the pool.

- See that? - He pointed to the bulge in his crotch. You could almost see the veins of his dick showing through his shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear. - We need to sort this out. What's your room?

[unknownperson246]

Can you do a smut of Axl Rose? Maybe it could be angry sex and it's after that concert where that idea gets water in the electrical cables so they have to stop to show?

hii im so very sorry its late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Water On Wires

Words: 463

Warnings: *smut* *p in v* *angry sex* *rough sex* *reader is used as a sex toy* *cussing*

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You were Axls girlfriend and you were standing on the side of the backstage where no one could see you. Everyone was cheering GNR on. You were excited to see your boyfriend's band perform in front of a lot of people. Axl was in front of the stage in all-black clothes singing happily. Izzy was with him shredding his guitar. Slash was in the middle while Duff and Steven were in the back playing the drums and bass.  Suddenly all the electrical equipment broke down and stopped. All the mics went down. The guitar amps went silent. All people could hear was crackling. Izzy pointed out the people who threw water on the cables. Axl went on about a rant. “Because of the people who threw water. The concert is off. In other words, the concert is over fuckers. Go home dick suckers.” He scoffs and yells at the people in the front row.

“And you, fuck you.” Was the last thing you heard Axl yelling When Axl came running off stage He was so angry. You watched the fiery redhead's anger grow more and more. 

You knew when he was angry he loved to fuck you. You were getting ready and turned on the way you watched him come towards you. You heard his heavy breathing. It was menacing but you loved it. He suddenly grabbed your arm. He pulled you further backstage. He ripped your clothes off. “Get on all fours” He snarled at you.

You followed his directions and you got on the floor hoping you were enough to please him. He took his belt off and his hand dug into your hips. He made swift moves over and over again. His hips moved heavily while fucking you. His tip kept hitting your soft spot over and over again. 

“Oh, Axl” You moaned as he kept slamming into you. 

His hands went down to your thighs. All you heard was his small grunts and moans coming from his mouth. He was too angry to speak. He loved to degrade you with his actions instead of his words. He used you as a sex toy. 

“Axl” You sigh as he takes his last thrusts in you. His eyes roll into his head and his head goes back. He grunts and moans. He finally let out a small moan of your name.

“Y/N,” You hear him moan loudly. 

Your nails dig into the floor. You feel him stop pounding you. You feel him leaving you. You crawled to get your clothes that were on the floor. You watched Axl go back on stage seeing no one out there. It was just you and the band because everyone went home. The rest of the band was mad at what Axl had done.

[tobybestupid]

Hi there 👋🏻 I've been binge reading your work and I'm obsessed! I was wondering if you could write one where reader has had a bad day and Axl tries to cheer them up with cuddles or tickles or whatever you think of? Love Axl fluff!!

Ofc I can!! Tysm by the way!!

Bad day.

Axl Rose x Reader

Tw: upset Axl (he's pissed off), and fluff, (a touch of cussing— alot.)

Axl stormed into the house, his face was red and hot; he seemed to be super pissed off...again.

You looked up from a random magazine that you were reading, and looked at Axl.

"You okay Ax'..lunch should be done shortly— oh, and welcome ho-" You were abruptly stopped mid sentence by the mad man.

"Can you just!—..stop. Please, I'm trying to not tell and stuff, but please. I'm just really pissed off." Axl said as he stopped himself from yelling at you, he didn't want to possibly upset you too.

You paused, quickly nodding as you looked at him.

"Yeah..ofcourse..but— would you like anything...?" You'd ask in a soft tone, just wanting to make sure.

Axl looked at you, he was thinking.

"No" He simply responded, lair.

You looked up at him and frowned. He quickly looked away from your eyes, knowing you could tell when he was lying.

"You.. sure?" You asked again, and he pouted as he took off his shoes, he walked over to you and you opened up your arms. Axl whined as he sat in your lap, huffing as he was annoyed.

"Bad day huh?" You asked as you rubbed his head gently, playing with his hair.

"mmmm...yeah.." He whined softly into your chest, obviously upset.

"Okay, let's just cuddle hm? How's that sound?" You asked him before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. Axl nodded as you laid down on your back on the couch, Axl wrapped his legs around you and shoved him head into your neck.

"It's okay honey" You rubbed his back in the shape of a circle.

"Mhmmm.." He hummed, running your hand through his long strawberry blonde hair.

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[bobthedragon]

If Elliot and Kid were cakes, what would they look like and what flavor would they be?

I'm so mad that somehow this ask is the one I whipped out colors for, and somehow Kid's answer ended up being 6 separate answers. I tried SO HARD to get an actual answer for Kid but every time I tried he gave me something worse. oTL

transcript under the cut

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Elliot's Cake: Over-priced Chocolate Cake includes...

tempered chocolate collar

gold leaf

5 layers of dark chocolate sponge

Ganache with Coffee

Rose Jelly with Rose Petals between layers

described as "basically death by chocolate + pops of ~fancy shit~"

Kid's Cake: (take 1) Toy Car in Easy-Bake

Metal Axles

Bits of Glass

Plastic Wheel

Kid's Cake (take 2): Corrugated Cardboard

cardboard

corrugation (for texture)

cardboard

take 3: Expanding foam

foam

take 4: The Thinker but With Elliot's Face

Bronze

take 5: 3 Antacids on Top of Eachother

antacid

antacid

antacid

take 6: Toy Mouse

Aluminum Chasis

Leather Ear x2

Vinyl Eye Sticker x2

Brass Key

Spring

Braces x4

Plastic Wheel x3

Twine

Bevel Gears

Other Shit

I Hate My OC x5

[mrparadisecity]

And im sure thats why she did what she did to cause she also had enough also but that shows you didn’t care not even trying to make things work

Okay- I'm gonna say this and this is the only time I'm gonna say this.

Keep out of my relationships.

Did me and Erin not work out? Yes. But that's okay. We treated each other horribly. Just because I am the one who ended things does not make me the villain here.

I cared. I cared a whole lot. I still love Erin; I'm not just going to get over her that quickly. That's not fair to her. But is it wrong that I'm going on dates? No. Because she is in a whole ass relationship with my damned guitarist.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

So much to unpack here:

Raven in a bandana and red hair is something else

He looks like Axl Rose as @poisonedraven rightfully pointed out

That little defeated "yes". Someone's mad

Imagine having to explaing this to no wrestling fan

[runesandmoons]

That gif… This fic… Axl’s behavior… His words… The plot… The smut… 😮‍💨🥵🤤

This was such a lovely read for a sexy and soft man 😋

A Favor

Axl Rose x Reader

Concept: You work as Axl’s PA during the Use Your Illusion Era, but to Axl, you could be of more use.

Warning: 3,000 Words of S M U T

(*ovaries have left chat*)

You watch as the supermodel twirls her hair, tilting her head almost enough to snap her neck as she listens to Axl. It didn’t take a genius to recognize that she wasn’t much into his rambling as she was into making him believe she cared, but you had no room to speak. Instead, you were busy sorting out Axl’s suitcase for him before you all headed onto a plane back to North America for the next leg of the tour.

Needless to say, your arms were beginning to hurt from having to fold so many clothes since Axl had a habit of crumpling them and squeezing them together to make it all fit inside. Now and then, you snickered at the graphics, or just some of the outfit choices in general, like a shirt that read ‘Nobody Knows I’m a Lesbian’. You even blushed as you came across a personal favorite, his Marlboro t-shirt he’d worn during their concert in Indiana. You examined the fabric for a moment, recalling how he had paired it with a light pink bandana, thinking him to be utterly gorgeous throughout the show where he’d offered compassion to his fans and nailed every note with ease.

“Should I wear that one for our next show?” Axl’s voice erupted you from your thoughts, urging you to look up. By now, Stephanie had left the room, plausibly to catch her flight back to New York, where she was staying.

“You don’t have to,” you murmured, looking through some of his options. “This black fishnet can work wonders.”

Axl snorted, giving you a playful eye roll as he sat back down on the hotel sofa. You can tell he was instantly sucked back into his thoughts just by the way he appeared— the familiar hunch of his shoulders, his pursed lips, and the way his knee began to bob relentlessly.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Boss?” You murmured, sensing his tension pivoting around the room. You’d been warned many times before taking up the job that Axl was hard to deal with, not only as a friend, but just his mere presence could be tiring. Though you continue to stick beside him, mainly because you fear him having to deal with losing another person in his life.

Axl looks up at you, scrutinizing you in a way that felt unfamiliar. The chartreuse in his eyes had darkened, a mysterious grey seeming to swivel around his dilated pupils.

“Do you think she loves me?” He asks abruptly, his voice lacking of any tone you could decipher as a specific emotion.

“Stephanie?” You think for a moment, regarding whether it’d be wrongful to tell him of your exact thoughts. But Axl was never not honest with you, and he deserved the same respect in return. “Frankly, I-I don’t...”

Axl nods, but he remains peering at you.

“C’mere, Y/N,” he orders, but you remain stagnant. If you came any closer, you would be hovering over him, perhaps too close to his lap, especially in a place as intimate as the couch where borders could easily be broken.

“Axl, I—”

“Just c’mere,” he says, this time in a sharper manner, and you reluctantly oblige, stepping forward. Right before him, looking down at him, you can catch the aroma of nicotine and a hint of cologne emanating off of him. You thought of all the times you were able to recognize his scent, even in a subtle moments such as when he walked past you to get to the stage or to his dressing room. But now, you two were this close, and all you wanted was to feel closer to him. He was a mystery you wished to unravel, to lose yourself in the twists and turns that make up his complex persona. But he was somebody else’s.

“Can you do me a favor, dear?” He cocks his head at you, and you almost fall breathless as you discern the look in his eyes to be of lust.

“Anything,” you exhale, almost too quickly and confidently for your own liking, but he only smirks in approval.

“Kneel down right there, on the floor.”

You frown as you look at the spaces on the couch beside him, though after working for him for a good extent of time, you’ve acquired a fair idea of how picky and demanding he could be. Therefore, you knelt down just as he’d asked, looking up at him sheepishly. You watch as his fingers graze across his own belt, beginning to undo it as you recognize your own look of desire lingering in the reflections on his rings.

“Slide this off for me,” he tells you as he pushes his pants down to his thighs, and you quickly pull them down further, tossing them aside. Looking up at him, you can already see the bulge almost bigger than the height of your face. “Again,” he continues, this time with his briefs, prompting you to pull them down, stopping as you watch his cock spring free from the garment. You can hardly tear your gaze off of it, feeling almost intimidated seeing him in a position like that right before you. His legs spread slightly, his cock almost to his stomach, white droplets of precum already beading off the reddened tip. And of course, the way he looked at you, as though a treasure placed right before him.

It was unfaithful of him, and of you regarding that you were just his assistant. But your pussy was already beginning to throb in your underwear as you never longed for a more desirable sight.

“Suck me off, Y/N,” he gives his next demand.

You lean closer, resting your hands on his knees, taking a moment to register the abrupt turn of events as you look up at him. “Are y-you sure?”

“Of course, I need this, I need you to do this...” His hand reaches to caress your cheek, and you almost lose yourself in the reassuring smile he gives you, a flash of sweetness in a moment of sensuality.

Without wasting another second, you salivate your mouth, gliding your tongue from the base to the tip of his long cock. Instantly, he relaxes into the back of the couch, inspecting you as you get a feel for him. Your tongue travels every vein before you wrap your lips around the head, looking up at him as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck...” he exhales, and his voice is already rasped and deepened with an appetite, one of which you devote yourself to salvaging. His fingers thread through your hair as you bring your lips down further, hollowing your cheeks to allow room for his girth to push through. His hips rise from the cushion, descending and ascending again and again as he pushes your head down further. You don’t realize how far you’ve taken him until you feel his cock hitting the back of your throat. His hand had moved down to your neck, his thumb brushing along your chin in a slow and lazy manner as he released a deep moan.

You bobbed your head, caressing his balls in a more conscious manner regarding the tenderness there, though keeping your actions around his cock swift and sensual.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice laced with seduction as you come back up, allowing the saliva that was starting to choke you spill out over his cock. He smirked as he smeared your own drool over your cheek with his thumb, slapping your face lightly before pushing you back down on his cock. You gag around him, though he continues to hold you there, bucking his hips over and over and fucking your mouth ruthlessly.

He brings you back up, giving you a moment to cough and gather back your strength. He pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside before his hands fall to his sides as he sinks back further into the couch. “Take your clothes off.”

You don’t hesitate, instantly denuding before him. As you unclasp your bra, you look up at him, eyeing the lustful anticipation in his eyes and allowing the bra to fall, your nipples hardening with the brisk flush of the air conditioner hitting them.

“Come up here, beauty,” he murmurs, even though you haven’t taken your thong off. You climb onto his lap, looking at him shyly as he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand stroking your breasts tenderly. A lilting mewl escapes your lips as you lean back a bit, allowing him to almost cradle you as his fingers flick against the sensitive flesh. You shiver as you watch him lean closer, his tongue circling one of your areoles before flattening against your nipple.

“Axl,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you relax into the feeling, growing even more wet as he begins to nip and suck at different m places along your breasts, leaving reddened splotches that you were certain would progress into hickeys in only a matter of time. Your hand reaches to wrap around his cock, lazily stroking his erection as his lips travel your body.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he mumbles against you. You open your eyes as he rests you down on the cushion, watching him adjust himself between your legs, feeling almost too seen in such a vulnerable position. Though the way he adorns your body with soft hands and agile lips, you feel desired for the first time in the longest while.

His index fingers hook along the remaining skimpy fabric between you and him, and you lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down to your knees. You blush as he leans down, so close to your pussy that he could inhale the arousal riveting off of you.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he comments, pressing a kiss to your clit, his eyes meeting yours. “S’all mine tonight...”

“A-Are you going to fuck me?” You inquire shyly, feeling your juices glazing your inner thighs, needing him more than ever.

“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he says, giving you a cute wink as he kisses along your pussy again. You witness your own wetness glistening off his lips, leaning your head back and sighing with a mix of contentment and desire. You wouldn’t mind Axl making love to you all night, especially if it was all you could have him for.

He takes his time rubbing his lips against your pussy, his fingers now and then dragging across your folds, spreading your wetness. He minds it as though a cat playing with a mouse, getting a feel for which places brought goosebumps to your skin whenever he touched them, and simply just admiring seeing something so perfect before him. You instinctively spread your legs further as you feel his sharp tongue flick against your clit, sliding beneath it and running down your folds with as much dexterity as his own finger could do.

“A-Axl,” you whimper as you feel yourself throbbing for him, needing him to move quicker or you’d just combust.

“Patience,” he hisses, looking up at you hastily before reverting his attention back to his little game. You sit up to grasp a better view of him, lacing your fingers into his hair and propping your leg on his shoulder. He leaves kisses along your inner thighs before spreading your folds again, his tongue flicking harshly against your opening, lapping up the juices dripping out of you. “So fuckin’ wet for me...”

“Shit!” You moan loudly as he shoves the tip of his tongue inside of you without hesitation, drawing back before doing it again, his teeth grazing over your folds as he pushes his tongue deeper and deeper.

You couldn’t begin to decipher if he treated Stephanie this good, if he even cared to eat her out with as much passion as he was with you, thrusting his tongue in and out and slobbering over your tight pussy. And it wasn’t as though you cared either. If he needed you, then it was enough to show that she couldn’t even begin to chip away at the layers of satisfaction he vied for.

You let him know how good he was making you feel, gripping his hair a bit tighter and letting out pornographic moans, ones of which so passionate and raw that he almost lost himself in how perfect you sounded.

“You taste so good, darlin’,” he murmurs, sending vibrations right up your pussy. You shudder as you scoot up to the arm of the couch, pulling him back up to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his own, kissing him with all the desire pent up inside of you since the moment you first ever saw him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back onto his lap as his tongue rolls around your own, allowing you to taste your own sweetness.

“P-Please, I need you inside of me,” you whisper rashly as you pull away, rubbing yourself against his length, your folds spreading along him as you sway your hips.

“Such a needy little thing...” He smirks as his hands hold either side of your waist, his rings grazing into your skin as he lifts you, bringing you carefully back down on his cock. A mix of pain and pleasure courses through you as you feel your walls tearing to make room for his girth.

“Fuck,” you gasp as he brings you down all the way, his cock buried inside of you now. You rest your hands on his shoulders, taking a moment to gather yourself as he trails kisses along your jaw and neck.

“My pretty little gal,” he whispers, fondly snaking his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as you subtly circle your hips.

“I-I’m not yours,” you reply, your voice just above a whisper as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “She is.” You can feel him tense up, though he doesn’t loosen the embrace he holds you in.

“I’m gonna figure this out,” he reassures, his nose brushing against your cheek as you speaks to you closely, every word right in your ear as they belong to you only.

You lift your hips, beginning to ride him as your thighs straddled either side of his waist. He adjusts again, holding you close with one arm as he rested a hand on the cushion, making it easier for him to maintain balance as he bucked his hips up into your tight hole. You moved with him, rolling your hips into his, circling them, lifting them, dropping them— doing anything to continue expelling the deep grouses and moans from his lips.

He sounded so perfect; like everything you’ve ever wanted.

You yelp as you feel his thrusts getting sharper and stronger, eventually being shoved back against the cushions as he clambers on top of you. Your legs spread further for him, and you could care less for the pain in your inner thighs as he hammered himself into you.

In a moment like this, you’re able to get a better look at him. You watch as sweat glistens off his chest and abs, his hair darkening with the perspiration that’d soaked it, and his eyes hooded with carnality. You feel yourself getting closer, wishing to hang onto the moment. His hands move from your hips and up into his own hair, stilling himself and allowing you to writhe yourself against him, slowly enough to examine the way his big cock disappeared into your pussy.

Axl smirked as he looked down at you, adoring you and your actions. “Take your time, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m getting close, too.”

You blush as you pull away completely, seeing his tip already bubbling with his cum, letting him enter you again, almost instinctively recognizing the warmth inside of you to be of his own essence.

“Axl...” you whimper, feeling closer as he twitches inside of you.

“Cum around me, baby,” he tells you, his final order as he lowers himself on top of you, kissing your lips hungrily.

And you don’t hesitate, instantly feeling warmth contriving in your lower stomach, your pussy throbbing harder than ever as your walls close in on him. It doesn’t take long before you feel his own cum spilling into you, his body weakly collapsing on top of you.

You two remain there for another hour or so, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cheek pressed against your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. You’ve never been in such an intimate moment, and never did you anticipate having him even wish to stay clinging to you after all that’d just gone down.

“Was it love, or was it just sex, Axl?” You whisper, your fingers brushing through his strawberry hair. He smiles against your chest, perhaps because your heartbeat has quickened significantly, or was he just that infatuated?

“It was everything to me, love.”

“And what about her?” You frown as you remember Stephanie, feeling a bit of shame broiling in your stomach.

“She doesn’t matter, Y/N,” Axl tells you, looking up at you. “She can’t matter compared to you.”

“But you’re with her—”

“I’m gonna end it,” he interrupts hastily. “I don’t want to miss feeling like I matter because I chose to spend time with someone who could care less about me.”

You sigh as you look at him, your thumb brushing against the height of his cheekbone. “You do matter.”

He smiles as he rises up, kissing your lips softly. “And thanks to you, it’s not some facade. It’s a reality.”

[th0rns-n-r0ses]

hey! i love your writing so so much, im wondering if u could make something of axl rose like the reader is depressed and has insomia so axl does stuff to make her feel better? thank you sm (if u can't that's totally fine)

insomniac ~

axl rose ~ 698 words ~ androgynous reader ~ fluff ~

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No matter how much you try, how close you get to getting a lick of sleep, nothing comes to you. Sleep is as far away as Pluto, and you can’t fall asleep. Frustrated at the incapability to get some shut eye, you sit up and cry into the palm of your hands. Why is this happening? Why can’t you sleep?

You continue to spill tears into the palms of your hand, not knowing what to do. You feel alone, sad, and downright beat. However, as the time passes by slowly, an idea pops into your head. Would he be upset, though? How would Axl react to you calling him at around 2 in the morning? He’s bound to be asleep by now, sleeping like a baby. However, the thought and memory of his cute and sleeping face makes you smile a little. Knowing the wild storm of Axl can be tamed when he sleeps is just a sweet thought to you.

Settling on the idea of calling him, you pick up the phone and dial the buttons on the machine. As you hear the phone ring as you wait for him to pick up, you start to overthink it a little. What if he does get angry? What if he gets mad at you?

Suddenly, you hear him pick up the phone and groan into the speaker. “Hello?” His voice is tired, and it’s obvious you’ve just woken him up. “Who’s this?”

“Hey, Ax. Sorry for waking you.” You reply quietly and shyly, trying not to let the sound of your broken and crying voice alert him. Though, Axl knows you like the back of his hand. He knows when you’re upset.

“Oh, hey, baby. What’s wrong?” You can hear him sitting up, the sheets rustling a bit as he does so. Axl seems much more awake now, not wanting his lover to be upset and without his comfort.

“I can’t sleep. It’s-” You feel the tears choke into your throat again as tears well into your eyes again. You stop speaking, not wanting him to hear you cry.

“Oh, love, please don’t cry. I’ll come over right away. Please be patient.” He moves away from the phone, but before hanging up, he presses it back to his ear. “I love you. I’ll be right there.” After that, you hear the phone click as he hangs up.

Knowing he’s going to be there and help you out with your lack of sleep is comforting in itself, but you can’t help but feel guilty for waking him up at such a late hour and having him come over.

You remain curled up on the bed, the sheets wrapped around you as you hug your knees and await for his arrival. About 15 minutes after calling him, the front door to your apartment clicks and unlocks, as you’ve given him a spare key. He slowly walks over to your room and opens the door. You look up at Axl, your eyes making contact. He can see your wet and sad eyes, as well as the bags under your eyes. Without a word, he takes off his shoes and walks over to the bed, crawling on it and sitting next to you as he wraps his arms around you.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Axl whispers into your ear as you both rock from side to side gently. You simply sniffle in response, leaning on him. His presence is always comforting to you, especially when you’re having a rough time. Axl’s hand makes contact with your hair as he strokes it softly, the feeling comforting and soothing. You press your face to his shoulder and grab his shirt, drying your eyes.

“Do you feel any better, sugar?” He lifts your face up by the chin, looking you in the eyes. You give Axl a gentle smile in return.

“Yeah. Thank you so much.” You press your face to his neck and pull him down on the bed with you and toss some of the blankets over him. As you keep your body tightly pressed against his, you begin to feel the tranquility of sleep crawl up to you.

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[groupiewhoreee]

hii!

could you maybe write an nsfw a-z for slash?

i think i didnt see one on ur blog but sorry if u wrote it already😭

haha, thanks for ur request! i'd love to write an a-z for slash. love him. i haven't written this before so i appreciate you asking me too! 🫶🏽 again, thnx for your request.

Saul 'Slash' Hudson NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Slash is very sweet. He wants to take care of you, and make sure ur okay. He isn't too much romantic, like a hopeless romantic like Tommy Lee, but he definitely tries his best for you. After sex, he'll clean you up, and ask if you want a bath or just straight to bed. If bath he'll clean ur hair and you can do the rest, and if Bed he'll put you to bed and eventually hold and spoon you while he falls asleep. He'll kiss you and tell you he loves you. He definitely wants you to feel safe with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If Slash had to say what he'd like on you, he'd say everything because every part of you is beautifully different and amazing. But, he loves ur lips, its the perfect place to kiss. He adores your voice, how it moans and makes the cutest noises and says the perfect things. But if sexual, he'd say ur boobs. He likes his hands because guitar playing, and his hair. His hair is curly and he likes to jam out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'll usually ask you first, but if straight up its anywhere on you or in ur mouth. He likes to cum on ur ass or stomach depending the position you two are in. Or if you wanna get freaky and with Slashes Breeding kink, inside of you all the way. He likes to fill you up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is an open book, and doesn't wanna hide anything from you, and doesn't wanna get you mad because of it, but He'd share you with Axl Rose or any one of his band mates. He won't tell you that though, he'll make a statement or joke about it but definitely won't straight up tell you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guys.. really? Rockstar, Groupie? Make sense? He's totally got experience on him thats for sure. He knows how to get you going and scream his name out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position is alright with Slash. He likes Doggy style though and Reverse Cowgirl, but any way you two end up is fine with him as well. He is pretty chill with that stuff, honestly. He's willing to try any position you'd like.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Both, definitely. He'll smile and do something stupid to make you laugh during sex. He'll giggle like a school girl if you make a weird noise or accidentally fall off the bed. But he get's a tad bit too serious in the moment and will remain eye contact with you but you end up laughing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Uhhh, from what i've seen its like.. a jungle there. Matches the hair on his head and body. He doesn't have much hair on him, but definitely has a ton down there. He has a little happy trail. Yeah the carpet matches the drapes. He is totally willing to groom or trim them for you. He knows that it can get uncomfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is somewhat romantic during sex and tries so hard to be for you because he is a tad bit too used to fucking groupies. He definitely wants to make sure sex and him with you is sweet and everything. He will do the candles and chocolates y'know, try and do the music but ends up turning it off. He isn't like Tommy Lee. He doesn't go all out.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate much, only when he's on tour and can't see you. He only does it during phone sex usually.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a major breeding kink to the point it's too much. He loves to fill you up and know ur womb is filled with only his cum. He has somewhat of a bdsm kink, but he doesn't have much kinks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually on the bed where the fluffy pillows are, but anywhere is chill with Slash. On the floor, couch, in public, under the table, in a public bathroom. Anywhere is chill with him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in the lingerie he bought you gets him going, when its black or has little bows and its lace gets him feral. He can't help but take photos.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't hurt you and doesn't wanna do a kink thats too gross (you know which ones i'm talking about.) And if you do ask he'll most likely end up not having sex with you anymore. He doesn't wanna hurt you as much but if thats whatcha want he'll do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he appreciates receiving, he is totally in it for giving. He has skills like a skilled wolf. He is love's getting in between ur thighs and just eating you out, he loves it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough most likely, if not slow and sensual with you. It most likely depends on how he is feeling and his mood. If he is fast and rough he's calling you names and tugging ur hair and if slow and sensual, he's whispering sweet nothingness.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's totally chill with them, and it isn't as often. Real sex doesn't happen much so quickies are bound to happen but he is a busy rockstar. He wants to have real sex with you as much as he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course, he is totally game to experiment with you. He wants to try as many kinks and positions and shit like that with you and wants to make sure sex is as pleasant with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A few rounds, he can go 5 rounds at the max, and he lasts somewhat a long time but he is quick with it so he can last a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys, but he uses them on you and not himself, he likes to see you experience pleasure that isn't him giving it to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease you as much but its bound to happen to you. He loves to see you squirm and whine for him to just touch you already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't loud at all. He actually is very quiet. He lets out like low, husky groans that are quite quiet and aren't loud at all. He grunts too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Totally would share you with Axl.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I have no idea. 8.1? Something. But it leans towards the right and sometimes touches his stomach when it gets hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High on tour but not as high when he's with you. So a 8.9 on tour and a 1.5 with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quite quickly. He is like a big bear.