#axl rose x female reader

[enterssandmans]

you’re a star

(steve adler x platonic!female!reader)

(summary: you’re anxious to preform your first gig, opening up for guns n’ roses and steve is there to brighten you up like the star you are!)

(TW: anxiety attacks, angst but w a happy ending, stress, degrading thoughts)

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“you’re on in 10, miss y/n!” the energetic assistant stated, quickly peeking her head in with a smile before shutting the door behind her before you even had a chance to respond.

but you couldn’t respond, that familiar feeling of anxiety was just creeping up on you like a stalker. it was understand you were about to open up for one of the biggest rock bands of all time, of course you’d be nervous.

a million of thoughts ran through your young head, almost giving you whiplash (best kill em’ all song).

“the fans will hate you”

“axl would be so disappointed”

“you’ll sound awful”

“steven lost faith in you”

“you’re gonna let the band down”

you felt tears stream down your face as your breathing had quicken, you placed a hand on your chest to try and cool down but you needed help.

and help arrived.

“kid! you ready to-“ your favorite drummer cut himself off as he took in your current appearance and dropped his drumsticks, rushing up to you.

“hey, hey y/n” he said, grabbing your cheeks softly and making you look at him, he saw your anxiety and your distress which broke his heart.

you closed your eyes and sniffled as you felt steven’s hands wipe away dripping tears. “i-i can’t b-breathe” you stuttered out, looking at him.

the blonde nodded and demonstrated breathing exercises for you to follow. “it’s okay hon, just follow my breathing” he instructed softly.

“you’re doing so great, just take your time n/n” he encouraged you with a soft smile as your regular breathing returned and you eventually stopped crying.

“i’m sorry i got so nervous i uh” you paused with a chuckle, stepping away from the musician in shame. “i’m just scared i’m gonna be awful and i let anyone down”

steven shook his head and placed a hand on your shoulder, mentally preparing you for a speech.

“look sweetheart, i’ve seen you throughout rehearsal and in the studio, you have a gift! you have a beautiful voice with a great personality and a huge amount of energy which a professional, great performer has. and if you do mess up, who cares? you’re human, hell even i make mistakes, axl makes mistakes, it-it only proves you’re human”.

he then took in your outfit which looked gorgeous on you, it was a simple pink fringe dress but it will make you sparkle on stage as always.

“you look cute, you have the looks and the voice, you’re gonna be okay” he finished off with his lil smile, giving your shoulder a brotherly pat which comforted you a lot.

you looked up at him, your e/c twinkled with happiness as your nervousness was finally at ease and you gave him a nod. “thanks stevie” you mumbled.

he shook his head, pulling you in for a hug. “don’t thank me sweetheart, it’s what family’s for”

your little moment was interrupted by your same, favorite assistant knocking on the door, waving at steve before ushering you towards the stage doors with him following behind, “it’s time miss!”

you picked up your microphone and looked up at steve, hearing the loud audience cheering as your small intro played.

he sent you a wink, along with izzy who decided to finally join the party and sent you a smile.

“best of luck kid” he yelled as you nodded with determination, you walking on stage with a new-found confidence as you sang the lyrics to the first song.

after the show;

you are now sat at the “dinner table” backstage with the boys, they all decided to through a mini celebration for your first performance and the fact was, you did amazing!

all throughout the show, you kept thinking about steven’s kind words. he was overall right, you have the voice and the personality and you used it.

the fans were screaming all the lyrics, getting them even more hyped for the actual main guys of the night. you had definitely made the crowd better which is what axl told you.

it was you and steven, axl and duff were sleeping on the table, the poor guys exhausted from singing and playing riffs for a whole 2 hours while slash and izzy were just talking amongst themselves (aka slash drawing on the vocalists’ face as izzy was laughing hysterically behind his hand).

“you were great tonight” you whispered to the drummer, looking over at him with a smile which he greatly returned.

“you weren’t so bad yourself kid” he teased but full on meant it as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “i’m so proud of you y/n, you’re a star and i’m so excited to see how far you’ll go”

you rested your head against his shoulder as you found yourself again.

now you were exciting for tomorrow nights show and knowing you’ll have steven by your side, made you even better.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: hiyaa!! love your work so i wanted to ask if you could make a fic about gnr x reader? Like that shes a friend they bring along to have sex with on tour, But this time they all cant resist whilst theyre playing truth or dare (ykwim?) thanks!! <33 :)

hiiii and thank you so so sorry it’s so late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Truth or a Dare?:

Words: 503

Warnings: *smut* *gangbang‼️* *oral sex* *female receiving* *handjobs* *masturbating* *p in v*

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You were brought on tour by your friends. You know the only reason they brought you was for sex. You accepted that. Guns N’ Roses only brought you when they knew they wouldn’t be able to have any access to groupies on the tour. You always played a special game with them whenever you were about to have sexual intercourse with them. It was Truth or dare. You always came up with the dirtiest and kinkiest truths and dares. You had a box of papers labeled Truth or Dare. They always picked dare because they knew it could get them some pleasure. You showed up in Slash’s hotel room in a floral bikini because it was summer. Izzy and Axl were already there with Slash to do a mini-rehearsal. Steven and Duff soon came in when Izzy told them the truth or dare was happening. You got the dare box out and you threw it at Duff first. Duff pulled out a slip of paper. He slowly opened it up and it said “Jerk off to Y/N's pussy” You saw a hard lump form in Duff's pants. He pulled his member out and slid his fingers up and down fast in front of everyone not giving a fuck that all the people in the room were watching. They all were hungry for you and your body. They all wanted you. 

“Y/N spread your legs more,” Duff said trying to catch his breath. 

“Hey in fact why don’t you all jerk off? I don’t feel like playing truth or dare anymore” You teased them all. 

“No,” Axl said, commanding you to sit still. 

He went over to you and started to slide his hands into your floral bikini bottom that matched the top. They pulled it down completely so it would be more convenient to fuck you. Axl fingered you on purpose. Soon Slash joined and flicked his tongue on your pussy. Your body went back to the chair you were sitting in. Steven and Izzy put their cocks out for you signaling for a hand job. You grabbed Steven’s cock and after that, you grabbed Izzy’s cock in your other hand. They already started to moan. You didn’t even have to squeeze their cocks. They had orgasmed on your floral bikini. 

“Fuck don’t stop. Don't stop Axl and Slash” You could barely utter both of their names in one sentence.

Axl finally decided to ride you. He put himself in the chair while his cock was inside of you. Axl started to thrust inside of you while Slash continued to play with your clit using his mouth. Steven and Izzy sat down on the couch watching Duff still jerking off to the image of you. Axl finally came leaving you breathless. Slash was so drunk he passed out right after Axl pulled out.

“Hey come here Y/N,” Duff said, trying to inhale and exhale. 

You noticed he stopped playing with himself. He pointed his dick at you and came on you. 

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

“You Don’t Really Hate Me”

Axl Rose x reader

90s Axl

Warning: some smut

y/b/n = your bands name

You were exhausted literally two days ago you had finally made it home to your apartment after touring for what felt like eternity. You and your band had been on tour with Guns N’ Roses and Metallica. It was one of the greatest and worst experiences of your life. You had planned on spending this whole week recovering and sleeping alone in your apartment but your manager had scheduled lots of press for after the tour. So here you sat half awake in a stupid MTV interview answering question after question. They were all boring questions too the same old same old what’s it like being the lead singer? Was it hard to be the only female singer on tour? Did you enjoy it? And blah blah blah.

“So what did you think of that Axl Rose guy is he a jerk like they say?” The interviewer asked. Shit you thought yes he was he really was. Well to clarify to you Axl was. You had seen Axl be perfectly nice to other people on tour including your other band mates but you he was always a real dick to you. He would make rude comments about you and he would talk to your lead guitarist instead of you. He was always late to shows which messed up when you would preform and one time you went backstage to confront him only to find him eating out some stupid groupie. Damn did that guy piss you off. “Y/n you didn’t respond did you hear me?” The interviewer asked. You didn’t realize you spaced out thinking about how much you hated that guy. “Sorry sorry um” “We just well hes kinda a dick” you said. The interviewer seemed very intrigued now. “Really care to elaborate” the interviewer said grinning. “Well Axls got a huge ego, he was very rude to me, and he’s dramatic that’s all .” You said smirking. “I guess the rumors are true than” the interviewer said. “Yeah something like that” you said. You could tell the interviewer wanted more drama but you were so over doing press. Finally the interview ended and you decided you needed a drink so you made your way to the bar.

Axls POV:

I’m finally done with touring for now I need a day to fucking relax. I was channel surfing when I landed on MTV. And there she was that girl from y/b/n she had been a real bitch to me the whole tour. “So what do you think of that Axl Rose guy?” The interviewer on the tv asked. This made my ears peek up. And sure enough she dragged my name threw the mud what a pussy I know why she doesn’t like me, and I don’t like her that’s just how it was the whole tour. Her interview ended with that I was done with tv I needed a drink.

~time skip~

You sat at the bar counter taking shots and trying to unwind. It had been working so far and no one recognized you so you were enjoying yourself. Then that’s when he came in. He was wearing a t shirt and some basketball shorts and sunglasses covered his eyes. But you knew. You knew it was him he took a seat farther down on the counter away from you. You wanted to leave the last thing you needed today was confrontation with Axl. You waited until the bar got a little busier and now more people were standing around. You made a break for it and kept your head low. Then you ran into someone. “Sorry” the voice said. You knew that husky voice it was Axls “it’s fine” you said trying to get away before he realized it was you. “Hey wait a damn minute” Axls voice said. Then a hand grabbed your arm pulling you back in front of Axl. “You really thought I’d let you get away with saying all that shit about me sweetheart?” Axl said in a very snooty voice. “Shut up Axl” you said trying to walk away. He stuck his arm out. “No,no sweetie if you’ve got something to say about me say it my face” Axl said smirking. “Fine your a dick” you said crossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye.

Axls POV:

I really didn’t expect y/n to say that to me I thought she’d chicken out. But now I didn’t know what to do. I was half pissed and half turned on to be honest. I was also a little drunk but messing with y/n was one of my favorite things “Really well your a bitch” I said back at her. She blew me off and started to walk away again “No no your coming with me I’ll show you how much of a dick I am” I said grabbing her arm and leading her out of the bar.

You didn’t know what to do. Everything stopped your brain knew it wasn’t a good idea to go with Axl but somehow every rational thought you had didn’t matter at all you were going with Axl. Axl took you to his apartment he never exchanged a word with you the whole walk there. Then when he got in the apartment he sat right on his couch and didn’t even look at you. This went on for at least 10 mins before you had enough. “What the fuck Axl you drag me to your apartment you won’t fucking leave me alone at the bar, you treated me like actual shit on the tour and now you’re giving me the silent treatment.” You said you were so enraged at him. He sat quiet for another few mins. You were done. “I’m leaving” you said making your way to the door. “Fuck you” you said about to leave. “Wait” Axl said. “You don’t really hate me y/n” Axl said smirking. You walked back over to the couch. “You hate that I won’t give you the time of day, I give it to everyone else, I give it to all these other girls.” Axl paused and stood up his face now inches from yours. “You want my full attention you want me” his breath fanned over your neck and his voice was heavy with lust. “You want me to make you feel special you’ve seen me do it to other people you want my validation but I won’t give it to you and that pisses you off doesn’t it sweetheart.” Axl said in your ear. You were frozen he was right. He read you like an open book. “I bet you wished you were that groupie you saw me with don’t you?” Axl said in a heavy whisper. Fuck was all your brain could think you needed Axl and he knew it he had you all vulnerable for him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes you stared down at the carpet. “Y-yes” you said quietly. “Look at me baby” Axl said lifting up your chin. Your eyes met his. “Y-yes” you said a little bit louder. “You want me to give you all my attention sweetheart you want me to make you feel all special?” Axl asked. “Yes” you said in a weak voice. “Ok baby” Axl said.

He lead you to his bedroom. You both were now naked. Axl laid down on the bed. “Come here sugar” he said to you. You came over to him. His hands guided your hips and soon his cock found your entrance. “Oh-Axl” you moaned taking him in. “Shhh ride me baby” Axls hands guided your hips up and down on his cock he started out nice and slow. “I’ll kiss you threw it” Axl said. He kept kissing you as you rode his cock. He would whisper things into your hair but one time he said loud enough for you to hear. “Your so beautiful you know that right your so fucking beautiful.” He really was making you feel special, extremely special. As Axl sped up his pace your cum began to spill onto his dick. He then pulled out and you both rode out your orgasms. “I knew you never really hated me” Axl said. “Shut up dick” you said now sorta using it as a pet name for him. Axl laughed. “You know I always kinda like you” Axl said. “I always liked you too” you said. Axl leaned over and started to kiss you. “Remember this the next time you try to drag my name threw the mud though ok sugar” Axl said pulling away from the kiss and winking at you. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight” you said. “Yeah this’ll be something we tell our kids” Axl said. “Our kids?” You said. Axl laughed. And then it was quiet. Axl then broke the silence “I really am sorry for being a dick to you I didn’t mean to do that but I can be difficult.” Axl said in a sincere tone. “It’s ok thanks for apologizing” you said. Axl smiled. “Damn the press will go wild if they find this out” Axl said laughing. “Yeah they will” you said. You and Axl were now cuddling in the bed watching tv when Axl flipped it to MTV news. “A recent source has turned in photos of Axl Rose and y/n l/n holding hands and leaving a bar together.” “Y/n was just recently saying how she hated Rose, was it a cover up? Or are they enemies to lovers?” Axl flipped off the tv after that and you both looked at each other wide eyed. You both were in for a lot of shit that’s for sure.

[hollywoodroses]

Hii I’m not sure if your doing requests but can you do Izzy x female reader smut but she biracial actress like she has wavy hair, green eyes and curvy and she hosting SNL and GNR is starring but she in love with Izzy but he giving her mixed feelings

Yes.

warnings: smut, angst, language, izzy gets a little rough

minors, please don’t interact

It’s Saturday Night

You are the talk of Hollywood, a new A-List actress. Your debut was a big deal as you are one of a few ethnic actresses in the industry. You have striking green eyes and are curvy in all the right places. When joining the industry you had heard of some newcomers doing porn just to get by, but you were better than that. Since the success of your film ‘When Harry Met Sally’ you are invited by NBC studios to host Saturday Night Live with musical guest Guns N’ Roses.

You are currently at a late-night tv show to promote yourself for your appearance on Saturday Night Live. It was announced a week ago that you would be appearing on the show.

“Are you excited for the musical guest.” The host asked you.

“Oh yes, I am. I happen to have a crush on izzy stradlin”. You replied, blushing.

The audience ohhed and awed at you thinking you are very sweet.

Meanwhile the boys are at their hotel watching your interview.

“God, that bitch.” Izzy mumbles to himself as Steven chuckles while overhearing.

“I can’t stand her.”

“I have an idea, why don’t you fool around with her. See what happens when you have her all hot and bothered.” Steven exclaims.

Izzy smiled as he thought about it. This was a great idea but a very dangerous game.

*****

It was finally Saturday evening, the day you are to host Saturday Night Live and possibly make a move on Izzy. You had it all planned out. You will fuck him backstage in your dressing room before the show. You didn’t know that he was unsure about you.

When you got to the NBC studios, you entered the green room and saw him. The love of your life, no, your crush. You just wanted to get as close as possible to him.

Izzy smiles at you and mentions you to meet in another room.

“Hi, Izzy. I am a big fan of you and Guns N’ Roses”. You say to him once you are alone.

“Thanks, you are not so bad yourself.”

You think he is about to kiss you as he leans into you. As you are about to complete the connection, he walks past you and laughs. You frown, you thought Izzy liked you too. Guess you were wrong. You had other plans to get him. You didn’t know that Izzy was waiting for the perfect time to be with you. Leaving the room, you went to your dressing room to get ready for the taping.

For the next hour the members of Guns N’ Roses, minus Izzy, came to visit with you. You had a great time with them. Discussing music and the excitement of being on an iconic tv show. Once you are finished with the visit, you hug Axl as you see Izzy hiding behind a door. When Axl leaves you alone, you call Izzy to come to your room. It was time to get him whether he liked it or not.

Izzy was walking too slow for you, almost in a teasing way. You huff in anger and when he finally gets close enough, you drag him into your dressing room by his shirt collar.

“Come here you bitch.” You whisper as you kiss him on his mouth.

He grabs your leg and wraps it around his waist. You take this opportunity to grind against his dick. You can’t help but moan but he surprises you by breaking the kiss and covering your mouth with his hand. He pushes away from you and walks towards the couch and sits down. He smiles wickedly at you as you shout in frustration.

“I don’t think this is a great idea” Izzy says to you.

“What do you mean? Don’t you see that I want you?” You reply with sadness in your eyes.

Izzy thinks for a moment as you feel your heart pounding in nervousness. Izzy smiles as he gets up from the coach and walks over to you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks and whispers “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t…”

He finally decides to make a move on you. He kisses you with force like he is thirsty for your love. You can’t help but deepen the kiss when he opens his mouth and you lightly suck on his tongue. Izzy moans in shock as the kiss continues. He walks you to a table with a mirror in the corner in the room, turning you around so you can see your reflection.

Izzy takes his hands and pulls your blouse off you as you scream. You weren’t wearing a bra and blushed when you saw part of your nakedness. You waste no time in getting rid of your jeans. You take Izzy’s hand that was holding your hip and encourage him to finger your clothed pussy. You felt yourself get wet as you closed your eyes and moaned him name. Izzy moves your panties to the side and continues to finger you until you climax, a cold shiver goes down your spine when your body shakes with excitement.

Izzy wasn’t finished with you yet, he rips your panties off of your body and takes you from behind. You didn’t even notice he was naked from below the waste with his dress shirt open.

You suddenly hear a knock at the door.

“20 minutes to showtime.” An unknown voice says.

“We’ll be out in a minute”. You reply midway to your orgasm. Due to the assistant interrupting your encounter, you couldn’t get off. Both you and Izzy end up putting your clothes back on. It was time for the taping of your monologue.

*****

You can’t help but feel horny for Izzy during the entire taping of Saturday Night Live. Your pussy was dripping for his love. What Izzy didn’t know was that you were already planning on how to get back at him for denying your orgasm. Once the taping was over you meet Izzy backstage.

“Izzy, you’ve been a bad boy!”

the end

[th0rns-n-r0ses]

Can I ask for Axl Rose x fem reader fic, where Axl ties up the reader and fucks her so hard?🩷

pretty tied up ~

axl rose ~ 794 words ~ female reader ~ smut ~

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The only thing coursing through your blood is the lust for the man that’s pinning you down on the bed. Axl Rose. Fiery red hair curtains his face and his sharp blue eyes check your body out as you squirm beneath him. He grabs hold of the ropes, tying them to the bedframe and around your wrists, your body open for him to touch and please himself with.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Axl murmurs into your ear, his tone deep and lustful as his breath warms the side of your face and neck. You moan for him, his teasing making you absolutely crazy with lust for him. His lips course down the side of your jaw and neck, kissing and sucking on your soft skin at any given opportunity. Axl’s lips nibble at your skin, making you squirm your body and sway your hips. The heat flowing between both you and Axl makes the both of you sweat, the lust almost getting to be too much to handle. Another moan escapes your lips, your body moving around for him. Axl’s completely naked other than those goddamn boxers he seems so hesitant to take off.

“Axl..” You groan into his ear, making his body shudder with excitement and desire. “Please, Axl, I need to..” The words are caught in your throat, the only thing able to escape is a slew of moans for him, wanting him right here and right now.

“So needy for me.” Axl groans as he bites the side of your neck, causing your body to thrash and squirm as you moan loudly for him. He moves away and sits on his knees, sliding off those boxers he’s restrained himself with for so long. As he kicks them aside, you feel your breath catch as you gasp, the sight of his hard cock making your back arch slightly.

Axl leans over you, your faces mere inches apart as the tip of his dick teases your sensitive lips. You gasp and pant, breathing fast as your hot breath coats his face. When you pull on the chains out of urge and temptation, he pushes himself in slightly. You sigh and moan, your wet cunt taking him in.

“So tight..” Axl grunts as he pushes himself in, as deep as he can go. You utter a lust-filled and passionate moan as you feel him in. All of your visual cues are just green flags for Axl, giving him the all-clear. He snaps his hips, thrusting himself into you deep. Not stopping now, he keeps moving himself quickly as you writhe and squirm beneath him, as you moan for him desperately.

The lust and pleasure overtaking you prevents you from forming any proper sentences as you feel your mind go fuzzy, the only comprehensible thought being Axl and his dick. Cockdrunk mumbles and groans leave your mouth as he goes on fucking you hard and fast. Your stomach knots and you feel your head go light. 

“Such a good girl..” Axl praises into your ear as your jaw drops open, your eyes rolling back. Your breathing quickens as he continues to move his body, his hands tightly grabbing your arm and hip to keep you in place. You moan again, much more loudly this time, as you cum on his dick. Your brain goes fuzzy, no thoughts crossing you. Axl fucks you through your orgasm, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes as the power in his thrusts falter slightly. His head bows, breathing heavily as he tries to hold on for longer. After a loud exhale, Axl’s thrusts regain momentum and he starts to slam into you again. His hot breath lands on the side of your face as he breathes, your mouth right at his ear as you moan and whimper. 

Axl moves his head, his mouth making contact with your face at the underside of your ear at the jaw. He sucks on the skin, his tongue flicking over it every now and again. When his mouth leaves your skin, a dark red hickey that somewhat stings your skin remains. His mouth goes to town, biting and sucking at the skin on your neck. You pant and whine, your body twitching and thrashing as you pull on the ropes, your hands desperately grabbing the air. Axl groans loudly, his composure fading. His thrusts become sloppy and less organized again as he comes close to his climax, sweat dripping down his muscular body.

“God, you’re so-” Axl grunts, pulling out of you as his cum spurts onto the side of your thigh. He pants, still looming over you. He leans down, his mouth at your ear. Heavy and hot breaths leave his mouth as he mumbles in your ear.

“So fucking perfect.”

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[tobybestupid]

can you do dating headcanons for axl and female reader who is in nirvana

I will do sister of Kurt bc idk what to add to Nirvana.

Axl Rose x Reader

Tw: fem!reader, little bit mean Axl (not at you, at Kurt), cussing.

• No brainer Axl hates Kurt, so when he found out you were Kurt's sister...he was a little hesitant

• he doesn't really care, treats your normally, he somewhat just ignores Kurt.

• sometimes Kurt comes over just to piss off Axl, and it does.

• but you tend to shoo off kurt

• whenever there's like family dinners or anything, Axl just completely ignores everyone, it kinda upsets you cause you want him to get along with people.

That's it cause I don't rlly have any head canons I'm sorry!!

[bl00dycraniumm]

RULES 4 REQUESTING

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☆ hey its axel!!

☆ i didnt want to mix up writing with my main..so heres this account!

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🕸️ i write..

☆ male readers

☆ trans male readers

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☆ rape/sa

☆ pedophelia (age gap is fine as long as both are 18+!!)

☆ incest

☆ female readers

☆ piss/shit/vomit play kinks or any stuff like it

☆ male pregnancy

☆ age/pet regression

☆ if there is sth i wont write that i’m not sure of yet, ill politely decline, im not obligated to write if i dont want to.

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[issie-https]

Hi, I have another idea, inspired by the song Rocket Queen

what if Izzy and the reader were trying to record their audio for the music?

Rocket Queen

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: Omg! Thank you everyone for your requests and all the follows and likes, it means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this🩷 Also, I love this song(still pissed off w Axl and Adriana tho bcos popcorn for life🍿).

Word count: 823

Warnings: Smut(unprotected p in v(Protect your lightsaber!)), breast play, Oral(F!receiving), fingering and swearing.

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"Hi, gorgeous. Would you mind coming to the studio after you've finished work?" Izzy asked over the phone. "Yeah, is everything okay?" I replied. "Everything is good but we need your help and opinion on something." he said. I could hear Axl and Slash giggling like little bitches in the background. "That's fine. What's up with gingerbread and mop man?" I asked. "They're just being weird." he replied. "I've got to go." I said. "Okay, see you later, princess." he said. "See you later."I replied and out the phone back on the receiver.

"Anna, I'm leaving now." I said to my boss. "Okay, see you on Monday." she smiled, her smile lines appearing. "See you Monday." I waved.

I headed straight for the studio with two things on my mind. One, my heels are killing me. Two, why do they want me at the studio?

"I'm here." I grinned as I entered the studio, seeing the guys talking to each other. "There she is." Izzy said, walking over to me and squeezing me in a hug. "We've got to make this quick because these heels are fucking my feet up." I grumbled. "Oh, it'll be quick alright." Axl said, making Izzy slap his arm. "What?" I asked. "Listen to this song and let me know if you think anything is missing." Axl replied, putting a pair of headphones over my ears.

He pressed play and the song that I was told was 'Rocket Queen' started playing. Now, in my opinion, it sounded great but it was missing something but I had no idea what.

"It is missing something." I said once the song ended. "That's why we were thinking some female vocals." Slash said. "I can't sing." I laughed, slightly awkwardly. "We meant that maybe some female... uh, moans." Izzy replied. "I'm not faking an orgasm." I said. "That's w-". "I'm also not having sex in front of you lot." I said, flatly. "Please, Y/n. We won't watch, we'll have a cigarette outside." Axl begged. "I get Izzy right? It's not a masturbation thing?" I asked, looking at Izzy. "You can have Izzy," Slash said. "Fine. But no one will hear about this or I will bury you where no one can find you." I groaned. "Just let us know when you're done." Axl smirked. They all headed out and I pressed record and grabbed Izzy's hand and went into the recording room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He said. "Yes. I need this after today." I replied, kissing him. He walked me over to a couch in the middle of the room which I decided not to question. He took my heels, tights and panties off and bunched my skirt around my waist. He suckled my clit into his mouth, making me moan out in pleasure. "Fuck." I whimpered out, lacing my fingers through his hair. He circled two fingers around my entrance and then pushed them in, eliciting a lewd moan. He pumped his fingers in and out of me while working on my clit with his mouth and lips. Pornographic moans left my mouth as I pulled on his dark strands. He pressed a kiss to my swollen clit before standing up and removing his shirt and belt and pulling his pants down. I whimpered at the loss of contact, getting needy for his cock as I saw it spring free from his leather pants. He pumped himself a few times, spreading his precum over his swollen tip.

He sat down next to me on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap, lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted up into me, making me scream and dig my nails into his shoulders. He pulled me in for a deep and heated kiss as I moaned into his mouth. He moved one of his hands down to my swollen nub, rubbing furious circles as I moaned loudly. Desperate for some extra stimulation, I moved one of my hands from Izzy's shoulder to my breast, kneading the flesh and toying with my nipple. He swatted my hand away and attached his swollen lips to my nipple, sucking it into my mouth. "G-god." I rasped as I felt my climax nearing. Izzy continued his circles on my clit as his thrusts got sloppier as he twitched against my g-spot. I looked into his eyes as he took his mouth off my breast. "I'm gonna- fuck." I gasped. Izzy just nodded his head, acknowledging my orgasm. I came around him, a mix of profanities fell out my mouth soon followed by him burying his cum deep inside me.

We rode out our orgasms before he kissed me and lifted me off his lap. "Let's hope Axl is happy with that." He panted, rubbing my thigh. "If not, I'm always happy to re-record." I said, nuzzling up to his arm. "As am I." He laughed.

[niksixx]

Red Braids and Massages

Requested: A little while back by an Anon! 

Pairing: Axl Rose x Female Reader 

Description: Just a soft Axl fic with you braiding his hair and giving him a massage 

A/N: Your support is always welcome and encouraged. Please reblog so others will be able to enjoy this fiction 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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The construction of a double album is long, tiresome, and sometimes even irritating if things don’t go as planned. Hours are spent in the studio, rewriting lyrics and rehearsing different chords, and bickering is bound to happen when one bandmate doesn't agree with the other.

So when Axl Rose has even five minutes of downtime, you are there to make sure he takes advantage of the opportunity.

From your place in bed, book in your lap, TV playing in the background, you glance up just as Axl steps into the room, slowly closing the door behind him. Dark circles rim his eyes, shoulders slumped forward, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hi,” you whisper, marking the page of your book before setting it aside. Swinging your feet to the side, you let them dangle, hands sinking into the comforter as you grip the edge of the bed.

As you watch him toss his shoes to the side and undress, you realize it’s one of those nights that Axl just needs a minute to himself, to gather his thoughts. He’s drained, if the bags under his eyes are any indication.

“Do you want something to eat? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge. I saved some mozzarella sticks for you, too.”

He shuffles forward, a small, grateful smile pulling at his lips before he nuzzles his way in between your legs, bending down to cup your cheeks as his lips ghost a kiss across your forehead.

“The only thing I need right now is you.”

It’s simple, but it tugs at your heart.

He climbs into bed and you reposition yourself just as Axl situates his body into yours. You sit behind him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you begin to massage his stresses away. He lets out soft moans every now and again in appreciation.

Finally, he sighs. “None of us are seeing eye to eye on this double album. At this point I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

As your fingertips massage the skin of his neck, you listen quietly as Axl rambles on. There’s frustration in his voice each time he mentions the constant bickering. The band hasn’t had a decent day in over a week, and Axl is slowly losing his patience.

Your hands find his scalp as he continues to talk about the album, its potential, its shortcomings. But as your nails gently graze his head, his mouth shuts and he’s now quiet, almost in a trance.

He loves when you play with his hair. It soothes him more than any song, any massage, and most of the time your gentle strokes are enough to coax him to sleep.

When your fingers reach the end of the red strands, you smile to yourself as you get an idea. Hands on both sides of his head, you begin to fold and cross the strands, one by one, over and under.

“What are you doing, sugar?”

Nose scrunched and tongue slightly poking out from the side of your mouth, you criss cross the last few pieces of Axl’s hair before wrapping a tiny black hair tie around the end. The braid is a bit too tight to his head so you pull the pieces apart, loosening the braid to let a few strands frame his face.

With a triumphant smile, you kiss the side of his neck before he turns his head back to you, one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other. “Love, what did you do to my hair?”

“I braided it,” you answer simply. “Would you like to see?”

He’s skeptical, so you hop off the bed and grab your handheld mirror, handing it to Axl who twists his head in every angle to examine the hairstyle. As someone who enjoys the simplicity of his straight red hair hanging  below his shoulders, Axl finds himself intrigued with the braid. Pop a bandana on and he might even wear this new look on stage.

“You know what? I like this,” He sets the mirror down beside him, a relaxed, easygoing smile gracing his perfectly thin lips, taking your hands in his own. He kisses the top of each of your hands. “You were sweet tonight. More than usual. Any reason?” He raises a brow knowingly.

Snuggling deeper into the pillows, you spread your arms out wide and wait for Axl to curl up beside you. He’s careful to brush the braid to the side as he rests his head on your chest, pulling up the blanket to cover your bodies. “You’ve been working hard, and with hard work comes a lot of stress. I just wanted to be your sense of peace.”

He says nothing, but his words are replaced by soft snores.

You chuckle lightly, giving the top of his head a kiss before switching off the lamp light, comfortably falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[lost-in-the-80s]

1982

Pairing: Axl Rose x fem!reader

Words: 3,348k

Summary: Coming from Colorado, Y/N decides to give a ride to a handsome ginger on the way, but she never thought that her life would change completely after that. (smut + angst)

A/N: I’m back!! Sort of, but I’m back!!

This is a late birthday gift to @fluff-moo … I hope you like it!

Axl will be going by the name of William here. This is a horror fic about Serial Killers, if you’re not comfortable with this topic, this might not be the right fic for you.

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, murder, description of corpses and murder scenes, oral sex (female receiving), chocking.

It was the spring of 1982, the snow started to melt on mountains and the sun started to shine bright again. Small yellow and white flowers started to cover the grass but the cold wind remained there in the early mornings, almost as a reminder that the winter hadn’t gone completely.

Y/N was a young and smart woman, coming from a big and poor family from Colorado, she always dreamed of having more. She wanted to go to Los Angeles, she wanted to become one of those actresses she saw on TV every night.

And as the years passed by, the more unsatisfied she got with her simple job as a waitress at the local coffee shop. She needed fresh air, she wanted to know how the beach smelt like and wanted to feel the sunsetting against her skin before it disappeared behind the ocean.

So when her 18th birthday arrived, she gathered all the money she had managed to save during her life, working as a babysitter, a waitress and sometimes helping younger kids with their homework.

She said goodbye to her family, goodbye to her hometown, goodbye to the cold yet beautiful mountains and goodbye to her past life.

She entered the car, an old pickup truck from the 50s, which she got from her grandfather after he passed away, and packing all her stuff in the back part, she started the engine and drove away, never looking back by the rearview mirror, not wanting to take the risk of changing her mind.

The thirteen-hour drive between Aspen and Los Angeles, started pretty well, Y/N had some Lynyrd Skynyrd tapes that made her company during most part of the way, along with a bunch of sandwiches her mom had made for her.

The original plan was to arrive in L.A around 8 in the night, but when 5 in the afternoon arrived she was still in Nevada, a car accident in the middle of the way having caused her to spend 4 hours on a main road, making her change her plans.

She could have kept driving, but decided against it, the sun was starting to set and she didn’t exactly trust herself to drive during the night, especially on unknown roads. She decided to drive until she found a motel, staying for the night and then continuing in the morning, once she would be fully rested.

Y/N drove for almost half an hour, no sign of civilization in the way, the sun was starting to set and the road seemed to get bigger with each minute she spent on the road.

That’s when she saw him. His long hair reflecting the sun, that now was almost the same shade of orange. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, and a brown leather jacket, his clothes were shabby, and it reminded her of how her brothers used to dress before she and her older brothers started working to help around the house.

His thumb was still up as countless cars passed by him, not even reducing their speed when passing by.

Y/N didn’t know why, but she decided to go against all her principles, to go against all her dad’s instructions, she decided to give him a ride.

Slowing down, she stopped beside him, her heart missing a beat when she saw how handsome he was, he smiled at her, and for a second she forgot why she had stopped the car in the first place.

“Hey.” His voice reached her ears, making her smile back.

“Hi.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“California.” The ginger answered, adjusting his brown suitcase on his back.

“So am I. I'm going to Los Angeles”

His smile got bigger.

“But it’s getting late, and I don’t want to keep on driving for much more time, I’m actually looking for a motel to spend the night.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. It’s not safe for a girl as cute as you to be driving during the night.”

She felt her cheeks growing red as she put her hair behind her ear.

“I can get you a ride to a motel if you want, then if you’re patient enough, we can go together to California tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He grinned at her.

“Good, come in then.”

She watched his silhouette through the rearview mirror as he walked behind the truck, placing his bag on the back part before plopping on the seat beside her.

“Hi, I’m Willian Rose.” He extended his hand for her to shake.

“Hi! I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She shook his hand smiling.

“That’s a beautiful name, Y/N.”

Her smile got wider as she drove the car back to the road again.

“So… where are you coming from?” She asked, looking for a brief second at him before looking back to the road.

“Ohio, born and raised there.” He rested his arm on the window. “You?”

“Colorado. Born and raised too.”

He nodded.

“Do you mind?” He took a pack of cigarettes from his jacket’s pockets.

“No.” She smiled softly.

He lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag from it and then blowing it out.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like you gonna do in L.A?”

“I… It’s nothing.” She suddenly felt embarrassed by saying she wanted to be an actress, afraid that he’d judge her or think that she was too innocent for believing that it could happen.

“Come on,” He nudged her. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, hum… I want to be an actress, you know? Work in movies and stuff.”

“That’s nice, you surely look like one.” He smirked at her.

“Thanks.” She said in almost a whisper as her cheeks grew hot again.

“What about you? What makes you go to L.A?”

He rested his other arm on top of the seat, looking ahead as he answered. “Variety.”

“Variety?” She frowned.

“Yeah.”

“Like, new experiences? Is that what you mean?”

“Something like that.” He grinned.

Not too long after that, they managed to find a motel, a vacancy sign shining in yellow as she parked in front of it.

Each one got their separate rooms, but they agreed on meeting in his room one hour later to have dinner together and discuss tomorrow’s plans for the trip.

So here she was, after taking a shower and applying her perfume twice, she knocked on his door, her black dress flying a little as the wind passed by her. She hoped inside that her dress would be enough to call his attention, but not enough to make him realize that she wanted to call his attention.

“Hey, come in. They just delivered the food.” He said smiling.

William had taken shower too, his hair was still wet in some parts and his previous clothes were replaced by a pair of black jeans and a white tank top.

She awkwardly stepped into the room, seeing two plates of spaghetti on a table nearby the back window. His room was a mess already, his clothes sprawled on the floor, a notebook laying in his bed and the beige area rug was now dirty because of his dirty boots.

“Madam.”

She giggled a little as she saw him pulling one of the chairs for her to sit. They soon started eating and they started talking again.

“I never asked where you are going in California.”

He cleaned his mouth with the back part of his hand before answering. “San Francisco.”

She nodded. “San Francisco is cool.”

“Yeah.”

There was a minute of awkward silence before she started talking again.

“I was thinking we could leave tomorrow around eight in the morning. What do you think?”

“Eight sounds good to me.” He smiled briefly.

They went back to their food, but Axl’s mind started rushing, he stopped eating, looking at the way her lips moved, the way her eyes shone when she looked at him and the way her delicate hands held the fork.

“You said you’re from Colorado, which place?”

“Aspen.” She smiled. “It’s a very small town.”

He nodded slowly.

“Is it just you there, or you have family?”

She drank from her coke before replying. “No, I actually have a big family. Six siblings and both my parents.”

“Are you the oldest?”

“No, I have two older brothers. They are amazing.”

He didn’t say anything, as he observed the love that sparkled in her eyes.

“What about you? Big family?”

“No, we're just four.”

“Nice!”

The minutes after that passed by so quickly that she couldn’t even put her finger on what made their make out session start. Will had his hands on her ass as he walked around the room, guiding her towards the bed. Their kiss was fervent and their mouths fitted so well that they looked like magnets, attracting each other in a way that they didn’t seem to be able to pull apart.

Her legs touched the mattress and she allowed herself to lay on it, their kiss breaking for a breath second before Willian’s tongue invaded her mouth again. He started kissing her neck, making sure to leave a mark there.

He helped her remove her clothes, kissing every inch of her skin that was revealed to him. He kissed her ankles and followed his way up until he found her core, kissing its folds gently before he found her clit, applying pressure on it with his tongue, he felt his dick twitch when he heard a small moan. It was the most delicate and beautiful sound he had heard and it became his mission to hear that over and over again.

Getting up, he quickly removed his clothes. Using the tip of his member to collect some of her juices, he entered her slowly, biting his bottom lip to hold a moan. He noticed by her tightness and the small amount of blood that came out that it was her first time.

The thought of being the first man to touch her like that, to enter her body in such a delicious way, to feel every part of her made his member throb in excitement, but he used all his self control that night, making sure to go extra caring with her, kissing every inch of her skin and holding her close as he whispered how pretty she was, taking him so well.

After a few minutes, he started to go faster, louder moans leaving her lips as she felt the pain being replaced by pure pleasure as he filled her entirely. His member hitting her g spot with precision and strength, making a loud moan leave her lips.

"Fuck." He groaned, moving one of his hands to her neck, choking her as animalistic growls left his throat.

The action scared her at first. They were supposed to make love, so why was he suffocating her like that? She thought that was a weird thing to be done in such a moment, but when his other hand found her clit massaging it, pleasure took hold of all her senses, and she simply stopped caring about the fact that she could hardly breath.

“Oh my god!” She moaned.

"Cum to me, princess." He whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe.

The words making her walls start to clench around him, causing an animalistic growl to leave his throat.

"I know you're close, Y/N, cum to me." He groaned, quickening his pace even more.

her legs giving up as an orgasm hit her.

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So now, sitting on the chair, admiring the sweetest creature he had met as he held a polaroid of her in his hands he simply couldn’t decide what to do with her.

She looked so peaceful when sleeping, and he wondered if she’d be in that much peace around him, if she knew who he really was.

The truth behind William’s plan of going to San Francisco, was for no other reason than to distract the cops who had been tracking him down ever since Indiana, he’s real home state.

Of course that when he sinned for the first time, he didn’t think he’d do it again. It was like a drug, you knew it wasn’t right, you knew it wasn’t good for you, but you simply can’t help yourself from growing addicted. And as soon as you allow yourself to do it twice, you can’t stop yourself from doing it again, and again.

The cops weren’t the only ones he was leaving behind, a huge pile of bodies was laying in many places all the way from Lafayette to Nevada, where Y/N tragically had found him.

The truth was that behind that charming smile, and those strong hands, laid the blood of tons of girls he had murdered in the past year.

He could still remember his first one, he knew her from church, she was there every Sunday, always smiling with her brown hair and blue eyes. She was a hypocrite, just like all the others that came after her. They pretended to be kind and innocent, when inside they were filthy and corrupted.

He remembered how his hands tightened around her neck until she lost consciousness, how her eyes changed with despair and how she desperately tried to get rid of him. She was the first one of many, and the only difference among her and the others was that she hadn’t been planned.

Unlike the others, William didn’t predict this, the desire to feel the life leaving her body came out of nowhere when they were making out in his car, a car that he abandoned in the middle of the road to avoid being recognized.

It wasn’t the first time he felt like that, but it was the first time he gave in, he gave in to everything considered to me human, or logical, or right, he just wanted to feel that, and for the first time, he allowed himself to feel it.

He could still recall how pleasure and proudness fought against remorse and sadness after he committed his crime, and how they ended up winning. And how he cried outside his car, parked in front of a forest as he squatted on the floor and thought about what he had done.

But in the end, the mad part of him won, and he got up, carrying her body further deep inside the forest and laying her there, hoping that the animals would take care of her from then on.

They didn’t.

She was found two weeks later, and four weeks after that, the whole city knew that it had been him.

So he got all his stuff, running away from Lafayette, ditching rides from city to city, and killing when he felt like it.

A year had passed after that, and he never denied him the pleasure of committing his sins again, never until he met her.

He didn’t know why, if it was her sweet personality, or because for the first time, she truly was innocent and kind, but everytime he thought about seeing her dead body, he couldn’t feel that usual excitement or delight, instead all he could feel was an unfamiliar weight on his chest and an urge to think on something else.

“What have you done to yourself, huh?” He gently caressed her hair. “Trusting, among all the people, on the devil himself.”

Maybe he could let her go, get the damn ride to San Francisco and pretend she never crossed his way before, burn that polaroid and allow her to be happy. She had a family right? They surely would miss her.

“You’re a good girl, Y/N. So good that you’re even fucking up with my mind.” He chuckled slightly, before kissing her head, and laying in bed, bringing her closer and allowing himself to go to sleep.

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The sun arrived with the morning, and a small touch against his chest made William start to open his eyes.

The once blurred form of a girl, soon became clear as glass and Y/N’s face appeared. She was sitting in bed, running the tip of her fingers on his chest, her warm touch making him smile as his heart got warmer too.

“Hey.” She said smiling.

“Hey.” His hoarse voice made her bite her bottom lip as she leaned down, pecking his lips.

“Good morning.” She whispered as she moved to her previous position.

“Morning, doll.” He sat up straight in the bed, checking the time on the nightstand clock.

“Are you hungry?”

“Like hell.” He yawned.

“I’m gonna ask them to bring something for us then.” She got up, and he smiled when he saw she was wearing his t-shirt.

“Sounds good.” He looked at her for a second. “You do that while I take a shower, okay?”

She nodded, smiling as his naked form left the bed, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

It didn’t take much for Y/N to realize that William liked long showers, since an old lady came ten minutes later with their food and the newspaper, and he still hadn’t turned the water off.

With not much to do, she started reading it, skipping all the parts she considered boring or unuseful to her. She was about to do the same thing with the criminal part when a picture caught her attention.

On the upper part of the left page there was a man in a black and white picture, his hair was long and straight as his face was familiar enough for her to stop breathing for a second. It was William.

She dared herself to read the article, her eyes scanning every word in the fastest pace she found.

“Wanted by the FBI

WILLIAM BAILEY

Description:

Born on Feb 6th, 1962, Lafayette, Indiana. Height: 5’8 to 6’. Weight: from 165 to 187 pounds. Hair: ginger, shoulder length. Eyes: green bluish. Nationality: American.

Criminal Record:

Bailey has been convincted of aggravated kidnapping and murder of at least 12 women in the past 11 months.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she found it difficult to breathe. She looked around, finding his notebook on the floor.

She dropped herself on the floor, opening the notebook only to be greeted by polaroids of tons of women, her faces smiling, talking, just like the polaroid he took of her the night before while they were having dinner, accompanied by a polaroid of their dead bodies, covered in blood and bruises and their lifeless eyes stared at her.

A tear fell from her eyes as she quickly turned the pages. There were many more than twelve girls, and with every single face she saw, the harder her hands trembled. However the worst part was an empty page around the middle of the notebook, her name was laying on top of it, along with a big question mark beside it.

“What does it mean?” She murmured.

“It means I wasn’t sure if I’d do that to you.”

Her eyes widened as she dropped the notebook on the floor, she got up quickly, turning around to find him resting against the bathroom’s door, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“You-you’re not from Ohio, are you?”

“No.” He walked towards the bed, picking up his suitcase and opening it.

“Nor-nor is your name Rose?”

“You’re making progress.” He stated without looking at her.

He started removing things from the suitcase, first a small piece of rope, then a knife, until he finally placed a small hammer on the bed.

Her heart started racing 10 times faster, as she started walking backwards, stopping abruptly when her back hit the wall.

“Oh, Y/N… why did you have to do this? We could be going to California now, and none of this would have to happen.” He said, picking up the hammer.

“William, no, please.” Tears were leaving her face involuntarily as she begged for her life. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear, I-I won’t.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I know you won’t.”

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Personal Problem

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 1946 Summary: Halloween party at Steve's with the whole bunch, and a movie to top it off. Everoyne's in costume and Eddie dressed up as Axl Rose has you wanting to tear his clothes off, only that Eddie really puts a damper to your mood when you tell him that you're wet Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, mutual masturbation, bit of dirty talk, use of a vibrator (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI A/N: better late than never but still in time for @sparklingsin 's Spookinktober. I took the prompt "I'm wet - sounds like a personal problem" from the list, and already knew what I wanted to write, but work got in the way, soooo still in time for Halloween, here we go! The first thing I've written in weeks, but at least it looks like I'm back

Steve’s Halloween party was actually something you’d been looking forward to, because instead of it being one of these bis parties, it was a get together for you and your friends. Of course, there was alcohol for the older ones, music, a couple more people than had been invited, but it wasn’t going to be a party that would have Steve clean up the whole place for two days. Dustin and Mike were lost in debate about God knows what, whole Max and El giggled about something in the corner, definitely up to something. It was a comfortable atmosphere with all the people you loved around. But you only had eyes for your boyfriend. Why? Apart from being absolutely in love with him, he was dressed like Axl Rose, because you’d once told him that you think he’s sexy and that the look would suit Eddie. He’d kept that in mind and had surprised you with that Halloween costume, destroying your idea of maybe going for a couples costume, but it didn’t matter once you saw him.

Your own costume consisted of denim shorts, a red tanktop and white slippers, looking like Baby in Dirty Dancing in the scene on the bridge. You’d even styled your hair like hers as much as that was possible. You’d woven a story around both your costumes, that Baby had opted for the rockstar instead of the dancer, pissing her parents off even more, but in the end: Love wins. Not that anybody needed a story, but you liked it.

Eddie though… Damn, you’d nearly kept him at home and hadn’t made it to the party, because seeing him like that had made you squeeze your thighs together. It had been him who’d pretty much dragged you out of your apartment to get to the party, not even realising how much he made your head spin. Just looking at him, seeing him in that outfit with a bright smile on his lips made your mouth water and arousal pool low in your belly.

But you still had to make it through the movie somehow. After that you could hopefully drag him back home and have your way with him, because while the outfit definitely turned you on, the man inside those clothes turned you on even more.

Sitting next to him once the movie started, you leaned close to his ear, because it wasn’t fair that you were squirming in your seat while he was completely infazes, so you wanted to change that.

“I’m wet, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, letting your lips drag along his earlobe, and while he shivered at the touch, his words made your jaw drop.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” he whispered back, his hand landing on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.

You gasped audibly, drawing attention from Steve and Robin towards you, when you leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt Eddie move closer, his lips now next to your ear.

“I’m just kidding, you know that?” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin on your thigh.

“Mhm,” you answered and left it at that. Sure he was kidding. But he’d see what this would get him in the end.

You didn’t say anything else during the movie, feeling a little frustrated because of him, but you knew how to pay him back once you were home. So after you’d said goodbye to the others, you dropped off Dustin, before you drove to your apartment. Eddie was raving about the movie, how good it was, and scary and you simply nodded along, because you hadn’t really paid attention, too pissed off because of his comment. Usually it was something that made him all hot and bothered, ready to get you home as quickly as possible to tear your clothes off. Not today. And it was a bit confusing.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he eventually asked when he stopped in front of the building, shutting off the engine.

“Nothing, just tired.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t want to discuss this in the car. Or at all to be honest.

“Are you sure?”

“Eddie,” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt, before you opened the door. “I just wanna go home, alright?” You gave him a curt smile, before you closed the door and went ahead to the front door, unlocking the doors to the building then alter to the apartment, Eddie following close behind.

You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind once the door was closed. Just for a second, you melted into him, longing to be close to him, but then you thought better of it and stepped out of his embrace.

“Alright, princess, you need to tell me what’s up, cause I’m drawing a blank here as to what I did.”

It was difficult for you to keep your distance, because he still looked so incredibly hot that you wanted to jump his bones. But no, not right now, not like this.

“There’s just some personal problem I need to take care of, that’s all,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, before you took off your shoes, whipped your tanktop over your head while heading to the bedroom. Your shorts followed shortly after that, as well as your panties that were drenched in you slick, because even though Eddie’s response had put a damper on your mood, you’d still been squirming in your seat, aching for some release, and that was what you were going to get now.

Eddie stood rooted to the spot for a moment, before he realised what you were talking about. With a sigh, he followed you.

“You know that I didn’t really mean that, right?” he called out to you, before he reached the bedroom door, where he had to swallow, being faced with your naked butt while you were leaning down to your nightstand, rummaging through the drawer. “What are you doing?” His eyes wandered from your ass up your back while you straightened again. When you turned around to him, you could see him swallow.

“Told you… I’m gonna take care of my personal problem.” Your eyes caught on the front of his pants, where you could see what your look did to him. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes widen at the sight of your vibrator. “And you’re not allowed to touch me. This is my problem after all.” Oh you were beginning to enjoy that, knowing how hard he was getting in his pants just at the mere sight of you right now, knowing what you were about to do.

You crawled onto the bed, wiggling your butt to give him something more to look at, and you were happy that he really didn’t move, still stood where he was when you turned around on the bed and settled back against the pillows. You hadn’t worn a bra because it hadn’t gone with the costume, so that was perfect now. Your nipples were already pebbling because of the situation, because of the way Eddie looked at you.

Your eyes locked with his, you put your vibrator to your lips, swirling your tongue around it, just to tease Eddie, because you were already dripping onto the bed. When you lowered your hand and pushed the vibrator between your folds, Eddie moaned at the sight, wasting no time to push his pants down.

“What are you… doing?” you asked a little breathlessly, already feeling the pleasure from the vibrations and the penetration, but what really made you squirm a little was the look on Eddie’s face.

“You said not to touch you. You said nothing about myself!” His eyes darted to yours, before they slowly scanned over your body, resting for a moment on your perky nipples, before his eyes dropped down to your cunt again, watching how you fucked yourself with that vibrator. Eddie didn’t have a problem with toys in the bedroom, absolutely not, he liked using them together with you, but right now, he was jealous of a goddamn toy, and it was his own fault.

“Mhh fuck Eddie… feels so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes, head pushed back against the pillows. You were teasing him on purpose and you knew that it was working by the way he groaned and stepped closer to the bed. When you opened your eyes again you could see him get on his knees on the bed between your spread legs, careful not to touch you anywhere.

The sight of him on his knees, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, hips thrusting forward to fuck his fist, was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. Spurred on by his reaction to seeing you like this, you decided to put on a little show for him.

“So good… So so good, Eds… fill my pussy so good with your big cock!” Your moans got louder, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself with your vibrator, the other hand grabbing your left tit, squeezing it, pinching your nipple.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me, princess!” Eddie groaned, inching even closer, eyes darting between your pussy and your face, the look of pleasure on it almost too much for him.

“God Eddiiiiee!” You drew out his name, loving the way his hips stuttered a little when you did that, his movements going erratic. “‘M so close… mhh fuck I’m gonna come!” You could feel the pleasure building, felt the knot in your stomach about to snap.

“Please… please come for me, princess. Wanna see you when you do!” Eddie was close as well, only holding out to focus on you, to look at you while you were making yourself come.

“Oh… God… fuck!” Your back arched off the bed when that knot snapped, wave after wave of pleasure shaking your whole body, making your head swim, but you were still aware of something warm and wet hitting your stomach.

“Fuuuuck!” you heard Eddie moan, losing it himself, his come covering your stomach. When you looked up and your eyes locked with his, he did look a bit sheepish. “Didn’t touch you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t!” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation, at him, because you could have sent him out, probably should have, but you loved seeing and hearing him come too much to not experience this together.

“That was fucking hot, I have to say!” Eddie leaned over you, his cock brushing against your folds, making you his due to being so sensitive. His head dipped down to kiss your lips, then your cheek.

“Mhm it was… still…” Even though it had been amazing, and you would definitely do that again, you were still a bit pissed because of his reaction earlier.

“How about I make it up to you? My behaviour at the party?” 

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked, closing your eyes because his kisses felt so good.

“Hmm maybe I could carry you to the shower, since we both need it… And then gonna lather you up, get you all clean, only to turn you around then and fuck you so that you won’t be able to walk back to bed. How does that sound?” His words whispered in your ear made you shiver and arousal pool between your legs once again.

“Mhh sounds good,” you admitted breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he started to sit back and lift you up. 

“Good… Really gotta make my behaviour up to you.”“Mhm… I agree!” Still, you smiled, because you knew that Eddie always made it up to you.

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Axl Rose x Reader

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Word Count: 460

Requested by anon: Can u pls write something where the reader is a female rock star and her and Axl get together (like romantically)?

Warnings: Fluff!

The show had been amazing, the crowd was still screaming deafeningly as you walked backstage. The band that was to perform after yours was already in the hallway, most of them jumping up and down for warmth and with lit cigarettes dangling from their lips.

You fixed your sweaty hair and lit a cigarette as you passed them, you only knew one, the redhead with a dubious outfit, but still, absurdly handsome.

- Good luck boys! - you said kindly, addressing everyone, but not avoiding fixing your gaze on the redhead.

- You just blessed my night. - The brunette with curly hair that literally covered his entire face said, and the others just nodded at you, looking too waisted even to answer you.

You nodded back, balancing on your white cowboy boots so you wouldn't lose your balance before reaching backstage. You heard footsteps running towards you but you were too tired to talk to anyone and just wanted to drink or sleep for hours.

You changed your mind when a hand gently touched your waist, the redhead of the famous band stared at you.

You read his name on his badge. Axl Rose. Axl noticed you stare at his badge so he decided to break the silence.

- Will I see you again? - His unexpectedly thick voice made you shiver.

You inhaled the cigarette before taking it from your lips.

- Do you want to? - you said, taking in his tight leather pants and trying not to stare too hard at his perfect thighs.

He moved his bangs from his eyes, swinging his silver bangles as he did so.

- I would be happy if I saw you again... - He looked at your name on the door behind you. - Y/n.

Axl moistened his lips in a tremendously hot way, but it wasn't something you weren't used to. You turned to open the door.

- Can you light this for me babe?

You smirked turning around again, inhaling your cigarette for the last time and making a point of leaving your red lipstick on it.

- You can have mine.

You put the cigarette on his soft lips and Axl soon inhaled it, slowly blowing the smoke close to your face.

- I'll see you later, Y/n.

A few weeks later...

- And then it happened. - Axl said, placing his folded hands on the table.

His band and yours were looking curiously at you and Axl, you were sitting on his lap playing with your leather jacket.

- It wasn't like that, we went out in the car that night, and he was sure he would win me over that night.

Axl slapped your ass, you laughed.

- I didn't. But I have you now don't I?

You threw your head back on his chest.

- You have me. - you lowered your voice - Your personal groupie.

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Your Kid

Pairing: Axl Rose x (Female) Reader

A/N: For this imagine, I felt I had to gender it which feels odd for me to do so since I normally try and keep my imagines gender-neutral unless otherwise requested. I decided to go with female for this one, but if anyone wants me to write a version of this imagine for a male and/or non-binary reader, please let me know and I will gladly do so!

Axl would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous to be standing outside of your daughter’s school, waiting to pick her up. As much as he would like to have appeared cool, calm, and collected, he was anything but. He shook his leg anxiously and sucked on his cigarette as he waited for your little girl, earning looks from the other parents ranging from confused to downright disgusted. He didn’t pay them any mind though. He was too busy worrying about how the rest of the day would go babysitting your kid for you.

You had called him about an hour ago, asking him if he could help out with your daughter, Macy, after school. You had just received a call from work and needed to go into the office for some sort of emergency. Axl hadn’t really understood what kind of emergency it was, but it sounded important based on the tone of your voice. He had of course accepted to take care of Macy until you got home. He was your boyfriend after all, and he was actually quite honored that you had called him. It meant a lot to him that you thought of him as someone you could trust to take care of your child for you.

And maybe that’s why Axl was so nervous- because he knew you trusted him, that you were counting on him, and he was sure you probably had too much faith in him. He had never taken care of a child before. Sure, he was with you and Macy all the time, but he had never been left to supervise a kid by himself before. He had been dating you for a year now and had known Macy for most of that time, but would he able to deal with her on his own?

Before he could work himself into any more of a nervous wreck, Axl spotted Macy walking out of the school doors with the rest of her classmates and her teacher to meet the parents and buses for those who took them. Macy met his eye immediately and waved at him, running over to Axl to hug his legs.

“Axl!” she said happily, looking up at him. “My teacher told me you were picking me up today instead of mom, but I thought that maybe she was just telling a story because you never pick me up from school.”

You had said on the phone earlier that you would call the school to let them know that Axl would be picking up Macy instead of you.

“Your mom has to work tonight,” Axl explained, bending down a bit to be more level with the little girl. “It’s just going to be you and me hanging out tonight until she gets back home. Is that okay?”

Axl wasn’t quite sure why he bothered to ask her if that was alright. If she said it wasn’t, it was not like he could just leave her there, but it had felt right.

“Yeah,” she said much to Axl’s relief.

“Are you ready to leave?” Axl asked to which Macy nodded.

Axl let Macy take the lead and walk them towards the car park where Axl was parked. Macy’s teacher waved them both goodbye as they disappeared from sight of the school. As they got to edge of the sidewalk, Macy reached up instinctively and took hold of Axl’s hand.

“You always have to hold hands before you cross the road,” Macy informed. “It’s to stop you from getting hit by a car.”

Axl smiled but nodded in mock seriousness.

“You’re very smart,” he told her.

He was right. Macy was very smart for a five-year-old. Not that Axl had much experience with judging the intelligence of five-year-olds.

Axl got Macy buckled up safely in the back of his car and drove her across town and back to your house where you and Macy lived. Macy actually split her time between you and her father equally, but since he was also a musician and away on tour at the moment, she was staying with you every day.

On the way over, Macy had occupied herself by singing some little songs to herself and pointing at people in cars that they drove past, but Axl was worried that now that they were home, he would have to entertain her somehow. What was it that you did to keep her content and focused on something?

“Do you want to a play a game?” he asked not two minutes after they had gotten back to the house.

Macy jumped up and down excitedly at the idea.

“Yes!” she practically shouted, running off to her bedroom. “I’ll go grab ‘Chutes and Ladders’!”

Axl sighed in relief. ‘Chutes and Ladders’ wouldn’t be that hard, he could handle playing that with Macy for a while. Right?

Wrong.

As it turned out, ‘Chutes and Ladders’ was entirely different game when being played with your daughter. For one thing, Macy had her own set of rules that had to be followed to exactly, or else she would start to get upset. Her voice would start to get a bit louder, her cheeks would flush, and her lower lip would wobble dramatically. Axl could practically feel the tantrum forming every time he messed up and forgot one of her “rules”.

“No!” she shrieked out as he went up one of the ladders he landed on and moved ahead of her on the board. “Remember that you can’t go up the ladders anymore?”

Axl narrowed his eyes at her. He knew she simply didn’t want him to win. After all, they had been playing this for nearly forty-five minutes now and he had lost every game. It was getting a little old.

“Why not? You just went up a ladder?” he asked.

“Because I have the frog crown on and you don’t,” you she said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips and looking like the spitting of you. The plastic, lime-green crown slipped down her head and covered one of her eyes.

Axl frowned but went back down the ladder anyways. He was the adult here, he reminded himself. Who cares if he lost another round of ‘Chutes and Ladders’ anyways?

Apparently, he did because the next round he said something that he very much regretted pretty much instantly.

“Okay, we can play again, but this time let’s play the normal rules, okay? No cheating.”

Macy did not take lightly to the accusation of cheating.

“I am not a cheater!” she screamed.

Axl eyes widened as she jumped up from her spot on the floor angrily, practically a different child to the sweet calm girl he typically knew.

“I’m not cheating!” she yelled again, ripping off her cheap tiara and throwing it down. The stupid thing hit Axl right in the face.

“Ow! Macy, what the hell?” he said, unable to stop from reacting to being hit in the face by plastic crown.

She scrunched her nose up and stomped her feet as she pouted, angry with Axl for all that he had said.

“Don’t throw things!” he scolded, rubbing at his eye where the damned toy had hit him.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” she bit back.

“Good,” Axl said. “I don’t want to play with you anymore anyways.”

That was enough for Macy to burst into tears and run off crying to her room, slamming the door loudly after her. Axl was left sitting by himself on the floor with his head in his hands feeling like a royal fuck-up. He’d been watching Macy for less that two hours now and she was already locked in her room crying and upset with him. Why had he said that to her? She was just a kid? He needed to learn not to get upset when she did. Surely, she would tell you all about how awful he was when you got back from work, and you would dump him right after you kicked his ass for making your daughter cry.

He had to fix this, or at least try. So, a few minutes later, Axl rose to his feet and climbed the stairs, coming to a halt in front of Macy’s door, listening to her cries from the hallway. He cursed to himself. He had hoped he’d given her enough time to calm down from her outburst.

“Macy?” he called, knocking on the door lightly. “Can you open up?”

She made no answer although her sniffling stopped. He tried again.

“Macy?”

She opened the door and ran back to her bed, so Axl took that as his cue to enter the room.

“Macy, I’m really sorry,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t trying to call you a cheater, I promise.”

She pulled her head up from where she had buried it in her pillows and looked at him.

“It’s okay,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry I threw my frog crown at you. It was an accident to hit you.”

“I know,” Axl said with a smile. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset.”

Macy slipped out of her bed and came over to once again hug Axl’s legs.

“Are we okay now?” he asked, hugging her back.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Can we get pizza for dinner?”

****

When you got home from your long day of work, you were greeted by the sight of Axl and Macy sat curled up with each other on your couch in front of the TV. Macy was sat idly, watching the cartoons on the screen, while Axl lay, leaned back, with his arm wrapped protectively around her and his hand playing mindlessly with the ends of her hair. You smiled at the sight.

“Hey,” you said, announcing your presence.

They both turned to look at you with excited grins.

“Mommy!” Macy cheered, jumping off the couch and racing towards you.

You dropped to your knees to capture her in a hug and planted a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey squirt,” you said affectionately. “Did you have fun with Axl today?”

Macy nodded.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “We played ‘Chutes and Ladders’ and I won every time!”

She mentioned nothing of their altercation. It was already forgotten in her mind.

“Wow!” you said. You looked over at your boyfriend. “Did everything go okay?”

Axl nodded.

“Everything went fine,” he said.

He didn’t feel like he was lying to you. Save for Macy’s tantrum, things had gone perfectly, and they had solved the tantrum fiasco just fine. He would tell you about that later. He was actually quite proud of his apology and how quickly Macy had forgiven him. He hoped you would be too.

“There’s pizza in the fridge by the way if you’re hungry,” he added.

As if on cue, your stomach growled. You laughed.

“Oh, thank god,” you said, headed towards the kitchen. “I’m starved.”

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Unprofessional (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: fluffy modern!Axl Rose x younger!Female reader

Words: 2,139

Summary: You’re Axl’s younger personal assistant and doing his Christmas shopping for him. He appreciates all your hard work and gives you a little extra to buy something nice for yourself...for a good reason.

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers

Explaining your job title over the years was perhaps the most difficult part of your job, not the work itself. Actually, the work was pretty fun. Spontaneous, never the same duties, and highly rewarding. But it wasn’t for everyone.

“Good morning,” you called out as you entered the large Malibu mansion that you knew every inch of.

“Y/N, sugar, that you? Hey, c’mere; you’re just in time.” You heard Axl’s voice calling you from one of the living rooms, the one with the view and Axl’s favorite grand piano.

He paused playing and smiled at you a little before he stood and silently handed you his credit card. You smiled knowingly and extended your other hand, to which he laughed.

“You already know.”

“Know that you hate Christmas shopping? Yes.”

“And that I very well can’t exactly walk around the mall casually.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled. Axl smiled back at you and you felt the familiar rush of warmth fill your heart.

“You’re damn good at it.”

Technically, you were what some would call a personal assistant. But, as the world knows, that extends itself to doing more than just boring paperwork and phone calls when you work for a celebrity. Or the most famous rock star in the world.

You had been working for Axl for years. At first, he was very combustible. Terrible mood swings and hard to please—he couldn’t keep an assistant. You never lost your patience though, and he realized he had someone that could trust in you. He told you as much. Now, he treated you like gold. You didn’t call him sir anymore, and he mainly called you sugar. Paid you more than necessary, sent flowers, sent flowers to your family, even bought you a house. In return you did everything for him; you were always by his side, day and night. Sometimes your family and friends didn’t know how you did it; Axl was your life.

Maybe you didn’t mind because you were in love with him.

Despite the age gap, you couldn’t deny the adoration he made you feel. The way he listened to you, how he remembered tiny details, how he never let anyone talk down on you. How he only really opened up to you. Your job wasn’t to fall in love with him, but how could you not? And it made work never really feel like work.

“Do you like the tree this year?” You asked him as you carefully secured his card in your wallet along with his shopping list. For some reason, he looked down.

“I love it, they did a beautiful job. But...” you frowned; Axl rarely ever complained of anything you took care of. He stepped closer to you, only inches from your face as he looked you in the eye. “I kinda miss it. Decorating it myself. You know?”

“Yeah. I can understand that.” You replied softly, before you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was something you would want to do.” Axl nodded a little.

“Do you have a tree at yours?” You swallowed a little.

“No. To be honest, I’m not there enough.” You both knew you stayed more at Axl’s than yours.

“Did you pick the red and gold decorations?” He asked you, turning and glancing at the sweeping tree behind the two of you.

“Yeah. Thought it matched the interior...and you.” You couldn’t help but smile and reach out to sweep his red hair off his shoulder, to which he turned back to you with a smile of his own.

“If it were really up to you though, is that what you would have picked?” You paused at his question, frowning a little.

“...I think the best decorations are the ones that are so old you have to be careful with them, or else they’ll break. Passed down for generations, all vintage and mismatched, you know?” Axl smiled at you and was silent for a long time.

“Me too.” He said before he sat down again. “Well, good luck.” You grinned at him.

“I won’t need it; you won’t even have time to miss me.” You joked, turning on your heel to leave.

“I doubt that.” You nearly stopped at Axl’s words, before he called your name. “Oh, Y/N, I almost forgot.” He pulled out a separate envelope and extended it to you. Your name was on it and he only smiled at you. “See you soon.”

Outside in the privacy of your car, you opened the envelope. There was a note with Axl’s handwriting.

Get yourself something pretty to wear out. It still won’t be as pretty as you.

You blinked at the note several times and focused in on the bottom.

Yours, Axl xxx

Even knowing how much money Axl had and how much he spent, seeing the cash behind the note still made the envelope burn in your fingertips.

Five minutes later, you were still sitting there in your car, uncertain. Axl had given you Christmas presents, of course, but nothing like this. A house, a car, many other material things, but not a note you couldn’t help but create fantasies about.

What did it even mean? Was this just another gift? Or did it mean more, did it mean...

You did your best to stop the thoughts before they started. After all, you accompanied Axl to many events and it never really meant anything. He was just being kind and generous, as always. Besides, he probably didn’t even see you in that light.

You took care of Axl’s list easy, gifts for his inner circle, workers, the few suits he cared about. The hard part now was the array of dresses you had at your disposal before you. Beautiful cocktail dresses, sparkling gowns, silky slips.

Normally, when shopping for dresses for events with Axl, you always made sure to look professional first and foremost. Nothing too low-cut and showy, nothing with thigh slits, nothing too extravagant. But now?

Yes, now. What were you going to do with now?

Coincidentally, your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from Axl himself.

How’s it goin?

Your list is taken care of! Just trying to pick a dress now :)

You wanted to unsend your text as soon as it was gone. Had he even meant for you to buy a dress? Your heart pounded when you felt another vibration in your hand.

I’d ask for pics, but I like surprises

You nearly dropped your phone. You felt your cheeks blushing. You were helpless to stop yourself from imagining taking suggestive, racy pics for him in these dresses, sending all of them to him.

And you almost did. But your job was important and if you were misreading signs, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Finally, you settled on a gorgeous red velvet mini dress. It had long sleeves to make up for short length, a deep v-cut neckline that somehow still looked sophisticated, and a subtle sash tie around your waist that complimented your figure.

Despite how much you loved it, you couldn’t help but wonder if Axl would like it the whole way back to him.

When you arrived, the sun was setting behind the mansion, now lit in beautiful twinkling Christmas lights. You hurried inside with the various bags of gifts, as well as the dress in a garment bag slung over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Axl called as you walked into the house. You smiled, but felt yourself turn uncharacteristically shy at the very sight of him.

“I’m back,” you said lamely, frowning a little at yourself. Axl smiled at you and you couldn’t hold his gaze.

“You were wrong, you know.”

“Sorry, what?” You choked out, feeling your heart stop.

“I did miss you.” Your heart pounded.

“Uh,” you laughed nervously, sending him another wobbly smile. “Do you want to see what I bought?” You said, turning your attention to the bags you were setting down.

“I do. Why don’t you go and put it on?” You stopped, swallowing at the sudden dryness in your throat.

“Oh, uh...I mean...” you blinked a few times. “Oh—that reminds me.” You said, quickly opening your purse and pulling out the envelope to extend back to him. “I didn’t spend all the money.”

Axl clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go and buy another.”

“What?” He chuckled at your face. The room felt hot as he stepped closer to you, and the sound his shoes made against the granite floors suddenly made you focus on his attire. “O-oh, are you going out? I’m not making you late, am I?” Axl raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yes. We are.” You frowned at him and he sighed lightly, flicking the envelope you still had slightly extended out towards him. “Was my note not clear enough?”

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so crazy anymore, but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t racing.

“I think...for my sake...and the safety of my job,” you smiled a little and Axl chuckled. “I think you need to be very clear with me.” He reached forward and took your free hand in his.

“Y/N, all these years there’s only been one person by my side. Through the ups and downs, not just for the spotlight. You’ve taken good care of me and never left me ever worrying about anything. And I don’t just mean the dry cleaning and appearances. When I realized you...actually just wanted to be around me because you liked the person I am, and not just the money...” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “And I don’t want you not by my side. I don’t want anyone else. And I never wanted to make you think I was going to use you, but honey, did you really not notice?”

“What, the gifts? The fact that I live in Malibu now? I just thought it was your nature.”

“Yes, I take care of the ones I love. That’s why I make sure you never have to want or need anything. But haven’t you noticed I never have women over? I’m never off to dates, women aren’t hanging off my shoulders anymore, people call me a lonely hermit?” You laughed a little. “It’s because there’s you. There’s a reason you’ve got your own room here; I don’t like it when you go home.”

Axl raised his hand and brushed your hair away from your face, leaving his hand against your cheek.

“I don’t either.” You murmured. “Axl…I’ve cared about you for years. But I couldn’t exactly tell you that. It would be unprofessional, but…”

“You thought about it.” He guessed. “About us.”

“Of course I did. I love doing things for you, but…I mean, of course I would love more.”

“I thought maybe the note would make everything clear.” Axl said, before he took the garment bag from your shoulder and unzipped it halfway. Red velvet met his gaze and he raised his eyes to you, a new suggestive look in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. “...it looks like you got the hint, darlin’.”

“I didn’t want to assume.” You murmured, trying to fight a smile. “Girl like me can’t get her hopes up; it’s Christmas.” He grinned at you.

“That’s when miracles happen. Speaking of Christmas...” Axl said, turning and grabbing a small wrapped box from the top of the piano. “I did a little shopping of my own while you were out.” You put your hands on your hips.

“I thought that’s what I was for, and I thought we opened presents Christmas Day?”

“This one has more sentimental value.” He pressed it into your hands with a small smile. You shook your head at him as you pulled the ribbon and lifted the lid, surprised to see a small glass ornament. It was two penguins hugging wearing Santa hats, with Axl and Y/N engraved.

“Ax…” you murmured, feeling overwhelmed. Axl reached out and pulled you against him, hugging you tight and kissing the side of your head. “I…I love it.”

“Think it’s too late to start some traditions?” He asked you in your ear before gesturing to the tree before following behind you as you picked a prominent branch to put the ornament on display. “Next year, we’ll go and pick out our own tree and put up our own ornaments. But for now, why don’t you finally go and put on that dress so I can see you in it and we can get somethin’ to eat. We’re gonna need energy to wrap all of these.” He said, looking at the bags surrounding you. You smiled excitedly at him.

“You’re gonna love it.”

“Oh, I know I will. I just hope I don’t have to wait until Christmas Day to open it.”

[rockthingsbymeg]

(Not so) ruined surprises

Guns N’ Roses Christmas special - fic no. 3

Pairing: Axl Rose x female reader

Summary: based off the prompt -  “What no that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

Info: 1455 words; fluff; Axl is the father he deserves to be;

A/N: Hey guys, since I’ve literally forgotten to post these, I’m going to give you guys a little spam through the day with the ones I’ve written already <3

It was the first Christmas Y/N and Axl spent with their daughter. She was only eleven months old, so small and fragile, and she was the absolute light in their lives. She had fiery red hair like her father, and his somewhat soft and yet shape facial feature overall, but her eyes and her lips were just like Y/N's.

She was a curious kid, always crawling or speeding around in her tiny legs until her parents caught her. They could not leave her alone for a second, especially during Christmas, as there was a huge chance someone would accidentally step on her.

Y/N's mother was entertaining her, sitting on the couch with her favourite toy and bouncing her gently on her legs, giving Axl the perfect opportunity to put his plan into practice.

As soon as his daughter had her attention on someone other than her parents, they both sneaked upstairs. Axl wasted no time getting into his Santa Outfit, fake belly and all, while Y/N helped him out, giggling at the sight of her husband doing his best to hide his copper hair, but small strands always falling from beneath the white, curly wig.

“Can you please help me?” His voice was a mix between laughter and frustration, which made Y/N laugh even more before she walked up to him and did her best to get every hair underneath the wig. “Do you think she'll like this?” His smile was wide as he looked at himself in the mirror, completely unrecognizable under the suit.

“Honey, you've seen how happy she gets at the mall when she sees someone dressed as Santa. She'll love it. Especially when you give her all those presents.” Y/N's tone was soft and reassuring, eyeing the red bag filled with her baby's presents.

“God, I hope so. Otherwise, I'm just making a huge fucking fool of myself...” He chuckled, blowing a curl from his face only for it to fall right back into place.

“You are.” She laughed, pecking his lips, and finally letting go of the wig, not one red hair picking from underneath it. “But it'll be worth it.”

Axl turned to the mirror and eyed himself up and down, putting in a small pair of fake, round glasses and then turning to Y/N, extending his arms and giving her a proud smile. “How do I look?”

Y/N's eyes raked Axl's body, taking every single careful detail in. His suit was absolutely perfect, enormous on his slender figure, as well as the boots on his feet. He had gone a long way to find the most perfect suit to surprise their little girl, and he sure had succeeded.

“You look perfect, Santa.” Her smile was genuine as she leaned over and pecked his lips, chuckling as the fake, white beard got in the way but not stopping them.

“Great.” He smiled back, stroking her arm gently and then tilting his head toward the door. “Now go ahead and go down, and I’ll be there in a while.”

Y/N nodded and smiled at him one last time before leaving their bedroom. The baby laughter echoing around the house warmed her heart more than she could ever explain, and her smile got twice as wide when she came down to see her daughter in her red little dress, crawling away from her grandmother as fast as she could.

Y/N made her way to her daughter, gently picking her up and poking her nose with the tip of her finger. “And where are you going, little girl?”

Her daughter pointed excitedly at the window, bouncing in her mother’s lap and smiling. “Snow!”

Y/N glanced out of the window to see their windowsills covered in snow and new flakes increasing the pile. “No, baby, you can’t go to the snow now.” Her daughter’s lips immediately curled into a frown, but Y/N knew exactly how to pick up her mood. “But now it’s gift time, sweetheart. And you know who gives us gifts right?” Her smile was just as wide as her daughter’s, who was once again bouncing on her mother's grip, snow completely forgotten upon hearing the word gifts.

“Santa! Santa!” Her big eyes immediately began looking around, so full of hope to see the big man in a red suit that always put a huge smile on her small lips.

“That's right, baby, Santa is coming. With all your gifts, ‘cause you've been a very good girl for mommy and daddy, haven't you?” Y/N began making her way closer to the tree, turning her daughter away from the staircase so Axl could come down without being seen.

He walked down short seconds later, having been hearing his girls talking downstairs so he'd have somewhat of a cue of when it was safe to go down. He made as little noise as he could coming down and walking out of the main door, ringing on the bell rather than going down the chimney. Surely their little daughter wouldn't care about those details, which he was extremely thankful for.

He closed the door and rang the bell, smiling as he heard Y/N's voice getting closer and closer, along with their daughter's as she continuously yelled Santa! at the top of her small lungs.

As soon as the front door was open, the little girl extended her arms towards him, bouncing in Y/N's tight grip, begging wirelessly to be picked up. Axl gladly picked his daughter up, making sure she wouldn't grab his fake beard and blow his cover, smile wide under the white hairs as he said in the lowest tone he could muster, yet still making it sweet “Ho, ho, ho! You must be Maya, am I right?”

His little girl nodded with all her might, though she had a small frown in her brows, her small eyes scanning Axl's face closely and intently.

“You know what I got for you, Maya?” He kept his tone, gently bouncing the girl on his arms in an attempt to bring her smile back, his own brows curling into a frown. “I got you a loooot of presents.” He said merrily, pointing to the big, red bag behind himself. “All for you.”

Maya didn't seem too excited about the gifts, not even when Axl picked the bag up and stepped inside the house, escaping the cold. He placed the bag on the floor again, opening it and letting his girl take a look at all the boxes inside, almost full to the top with toys and other gifts that she needed.

Her big eyes were still on him as she placed a hand on his cheek and looked carefully into his eyes, looking back at her mother and then pointing at him.

“What is it, baby? It’s Santa!” Y/N gently stroked her daughter's back and worriedly looked at her face, trying to understand what was wrong.

“No.” Her daughter shook her head quickly, looking at Axl and pushing her face closer to his, looking into his green eyes and letting her small index trace his lips. “Daddy.”

Y/N suppressed a booming laugh at the astonished look on her daughter’s face, shaking her head and taking her in her arms, pointing at Axl. “That's not daddy, sweety, that’s Santa.”

“No, daddy.” She protested, reaching forward towards her father and placing her finger rather harshly under his eye. “Green. Daddy green too.”

“Santa has green eyes as well, little girl.” Axl tried to keep the mask, but he knew it would be useless. Once their daughter got an idea in her head, it was impossible to convince her of anything else.

“Smell like daddy.” She protested once more, reaching for his beard and pulling it down before anyone could stop her. “Daddy!” Her smile was once again back in her face, her arms reaching for Axl one more time. “Daddy!”

No matter how hard they tried, no one could contain their laughter anymore. Axl picked his daughter in his arms and gave her a careful yet tight hug, stroking her soft hair under his fingertips before picking up the bag of presents and dragging it under the tree, sitting down with her and with Y/N by their side, letting his little girl roam through the bag and pick whatever caught her eye.

His head briefly turned to Y/N, watching her closely as her eyes were glued on their daughter, happily tearing wrapping paper apart and doing her best to open all the boxes, though she knew one of them would have to step in at a point and help her.

Before she could, however, Axl leaned down and pulled her for a gentle kiss, smiling so widely his cheeks truly hurt. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Axl.”

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