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no new writing this friday, guys - i'll be out of town thank you for your patience!

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axl rose ~ 437 words ~ androgynous reader ~ fluff ~

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The rain drums on the window as the city runs under your apartment, cars passing on the roads as the rain grows heavier. The sound is calming, almost, like a white noise as you have your nose buried in Frank Herbert’s Dune. You seem sucked into the world, and if it weren’t for the sound of the rain, you could almost feel the heat of the beating sun and the sand radiating up from the earth.

You shift your position on top of Axl, rolling to your side and facing the window as your ear lays to his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat. Tearing your eyes from the pages of your book, you glance up at him as his lips part slightly, whispering a few words from his book as he reads. His glasses are perched on his nose, the ones he only wears for reading. He turns the page, his slender fingers being careful not to damage the pages. Axl looks down at you with a soft smile, then leans forward and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“How’s your book, love?” He asks quietly, moving his book to be held in one hand with his index finger between pages to mark his spot, his other hand running over your hair.

“It’s alright,” You say, looking at the cover as you hold your book shut the way he does, “But the beginning drags on for too long. There isn’t enough action. Too much politics, too many boring words. And the writing is.. What, flowery? It’s a little difficult. But it’s not a bad book.”

You continue rambling on about it, a soft look on Axl’s face as he continues stroking your hair. That’s one thing you love about him; he always listens. Even when you complain about the smallest thing or nerd about your interests, he pays attention, and that’s not a common trait.

“Been there, done that, honey.” He chuckles. “Some are hits, some are misses. But Dune gets good as hell.”

You smile at him, then slip the bookmark between the pages of your book and bury your face into his chest. Axl sets his own book down, pulling the blanket higher up on you as he strokes your hair, listening to your soft breaths. He doesn’t stop, but only for a moment, just to take his glasses off and set them aside. His head dips down again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. You move your face, looking out at the window as the rain pours outside, the noise the only thing audible in the room.

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Okayyyy I see that nobody is talking a whole lot about slash’s happy trail so could you do a fic about late 80s slash x reader

When slash is meeting the reader for the first time and they’re a bit shy and introverted but they can’t help but take glances at slash’s happy trail and what not. Slash takes notice and finds it amusing - also bit interesting since he didn’t think that they’d be interested in him. with smut please :D

I love your work :D

feel your love tonight ~

slash (saul hudson) ~ 2556 words ~ female reader ~ smut ~

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After attending a Guns N’ Roses concert tonight, your friends decide to hit the bar after the show. After all, who wouldn’t love an ice cold beer after a 3 hour long show? It’s the perfect way to cool down and end the night. All is going well, you and your friends are flirting around with some guys at the bar, picking them up for the night.

But that’s when you spot him.

His dark, curly hair and an open shirt paired with blue jeans, soaking in the cool moonlight of the evening. Instantly, you recognize him. Slash, the talented guitarist who’s always caught your eye. 

With the way his head is tilted back, you can see the features of his face. His soft lips entice you, a cigarette poking from between them. The embers flare as he inhales, and your eyes involuntarily drift down his body. Sweat clings to his chest as he attempts to cool off, the open shirt exposing his upper body. Your eyes drift lower, and lower, and lower, and your breath seems to stop as you spot a line of hair that starts at the middle of his stomach, reaching down into his pants. You swallow hard, unable to tear your eyes away. And your friends have definitely noticed.

“Hey.” One of your friends whispers to you, shaking your shoulder a bit. “Go talk to him, I dare you.”

You look back at her with wide eyes, then glance at the rest of the table. They’re all smiling and laughing a little, as if they believe you won’t do it. So you give them a determined look, pride swelling in your heart.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll do it.”

You puff your chest out confidently, then glance over at Slash. He’s still sitting alone, gazing at what stars sprinkle the sky, the embers brightening on the cigarette as he inhales through his mouth, then exhales from his nose.

You push your chair back, the metal scraping against the raw concrete of the patio. He glances over for a moment, the sound seemingly catching his attention. You quickly snap your head away, looking at your friends, hoping he didn’t see you looking. But when you glance at him after a few moments, he doesn’t seem to be looking anymore.

So you stand up, looking over at him again. You take in a deep breath, then walk over to him. As soon as he looks over at you, your confident buildup crumbles instantly while you stand before him. Slash sits up and rests his elbows on his thighs, taking the cigarette from his lips.

“What may I do for you, honey?” He asks, his tone gentle as he brushes his curls back and away from his face. All words vanish from your mind, unsure on what to say.

Slash laughs softly, but not at your expense. He understands your anxiety, as it’s not everyday someone gets the opportunity to talk to him. After all, there are so many people in this world and few who get so close to him.

You simply stare down at him, then dip your head as you lean in a little closer.

“Could- Could you sign my shirt?” Your voice shakes slightly as you speak, still starstruck and bewildered in his presence. Slash simply smiles at you and pulls a permanent marker from his pocket, leaning over and signing your shirt.

“I learned to keep a pen on me at all times.” His voice is cool and smooth, like the moonlight that shines down on his skin. “Never know when someone’s gonna ask for a signature. And usually, people don’t carry pens.”

You simply nod in response, not quite paying attention to his words as your eyes drift back to his happy trail. It makes your heart flutter and your stomach jump, something about it catching your attention.

Once done signing his name on the chest of your shirt, he pulls back and sits back. His eyes examine your face, eventually following your eyes to the hair on his stomach. He simply ignores the look, but his eyes dart to your friends, who seem to stare. Slash stands up and stamps out the cigarette, looking up from it at you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offers, his tone still soft and kind. You nod in response, following him inside and to the bar. The bartender walks over and Slash orders a beer for him and one for you. You simply glance between the two as the conversation goes on.

“You’re quite cute, y’know that? Although, you don’t talk much.” Slash comments, brushing his hair back again. He gives you a soft smile that matches his tone.

“Oh, thanks! And I’m sorry, I’m just-” Your words trailing off, searching for the right definition.

“No need to apologize.” Slash chuckles, resting his forearm on the bar and leaning on it. “Speaking of, what’s your name? Pretty girl like you’s gotta have a pretty name.” Whether or not he’s really interested or just trying to get laid tonight, his comment gets to you as your face heats up. Your confidence builds up once more, but this time out of comfort rather than pride.

“My name’s Y/N.” You say, your eyes exploring his soft brown ones.

“Y/N,” Slash echoes, looking back into your eyes. His soft, somewhat-forced smile is overtaken with a genuine one. “That’s a very pretty name.”

“Thank you, Slash.” You gently rest your hand on top of his, his warm skin against yours making your heart swell. He glances down at your hands, his smile growing softer. After looking at your hands together for a bit, he shifts his hand to hold yours, both of your fingers winding together in a comforting hold.

Slash nervously clears his throat, his gaze drifting back up to yours. His soft brown eyes have a hint of nervousness in them, and he seems a little shy about his next question.

“Hey, I was wondering.. Would you like to go on a drive with me?”

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The next thing you know, you’re sitting in the shotgun seat of his convertible with him in the driver’s seat, turning the key as the engine rumbles on. Upon looking up, you notice the full moon hanging over the warm night sky.

His car drives along the open road, winding through the trees as the leaves cut up the moonlight. Slash moves a hand off the wheel, wrapping it around your shoulder. You look over at him with a smile, and he glances at you, his expression matching yours.

As he looks back at the road, your eyes drift back down to the trail of hair on his body. But this time, something’s different. The waist on his pants is loose, letting you look down a tad bit more. You look away quickly, your face flooding with heat. Slash rubs your shoulder, and it’s safe to assume that he took notice.

“You seem to like that thing a lot, huh?” He laughs quietly, his thumb rubbing your shoulder as his fingers slide under the fabric of your shirt. His touch causes your breath to pick up, his warm skin contrasting yours. And you can’t help but feel turned on…

Subconsciously, you scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as his hand snakes down your arm, rubbing your skin. He turns the car into an open field, driving through the soft grass as he continues to rub your arm.

Slash parks the car, pulling you closer to him as he pulls the key away from the car and stuffs it into his pocket. His free hand rests upon your face, cupping your cheek as he looks into your eyes. His gaze drags you in as you lean in closer to him, your hand slipping to the back of his neck. Now in close proximity to you, his lips brush against yours, almost as if asking for permission to kiss you.

Your lips lock with his, and his hand slips from your sleeve to the small of your back, holding you to him. Slash’s hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, keeping you close to him. The feeling of his soft, warm lips makes your heart jump inside of your chest, your body craving more of his touch. His tongue slips out from between his lips, touching yours. Your tongue greets his in return, the heat building as you feel your body grow hotter and hotter.

Slash pulls you into the backseat of his car, laying you down on the seat as his lips reconnect with yours, the fire pulsing in his blood as you feel his clothed cock rub up against your thigh. A groan escapes your lips as his hands travel across your body, feeling you everywhere he can reach. Your hands grab at his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you as your tongues dance together in your mouths, the intensity of the moment building between you. 

Slash’s hands glide up your torso, feeling your shape and curves through the fabric of your shirt. He slides his hands back down, his fingers running under the bottom of your shirt and feeling your bare skin under his touch. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls away from your kiss, pulling your shirt off of you as your body becomes exposed to him. His hands brush across your skin, almost as if he’s worshiping your presence before him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N.” Slash murmurs into your ear, his voice sending chills shooting down your spine. His lips kiss along your jaw, the touch making you squirm beneath him slightly. Your hands move under his open shirt, pulling off everything that restricts his upper body from yours.

“Oh my God,” You gasp, unable to tear his eyes from his body. His strong build is like heaven, and his lips are like a cherry on top to his entire being.

Slash reaches his hands around your body, unclipping your bra and pulling it away from your body. You lean your head back and groan as your nipples harden from the chill of the night air. Slash’s teeth nip down your neck before reaching your collar, where he stops and sucks on the skin. You let out a moan of desire and pleasure, wanting him more and more with each passing second.

As he releases his lips from the spot on your neck, you can feel his hot breath heat up your skin as his eyes scan your body up and down, taking you in as desire flashes through his eyes. His soft, slightly-wet lips are parted, his tongue slipping out as he licks his lips.

“God, I need you so badly.” He groans as his hand pushes back his hair, showing his face from behind his locks. Slash dips his head back down again, biting and sucking on your breasts, leaving small red splotches as he ambushes your skin with his mouth. You toss your head back, groaning as his lips inch their way closer and closer to the sensitive skin of one of your nipples. As he licks one of them, you feel your back arch as your head leans back, letting out a groan from deep in your throat.

“You make such pretty noises..” He mutters, securing his lips around your nipple and swirling his tongue around it. You moan again, desire and heat coursing through your veins as you claw desperately at the waist to his jeans. Using your ankles, you drag down his slightly-loose pants, pulling them to his knees as he pushes down, his cock pressing against the crotch of your pants. His hands glide down your body as his mouth pulls away from your breast, and he tugs down your shorts to access your body. Slash’s eyes glance up at yours before he pulls down the last of the clothing remaining on your body.

His lips connect to your jaw again, kissing and nipping at your skin. From this, you can tell he wants you to take off his boxers. So you slip your hands under the elastic, tugging it off of him as his cock brushes against your stomach. Your fingers grip his shoulders tightly, preparing for what’s to come. Slash adjusts his position, moving his body so he can access you.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” He mutters, his voice deep and husky with desire.

“Yeah, I’m- I’m ready-” You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him slowly push inside of you. You grunt, panting as you try to relax yourself. From biting your lips to suppress any stray moans, you pant as he pushes into you. He leans over you, panting and groaning as his lips hover next to your ear. Slash kisses your cheek, holding you by your shoulders as he rocks his hips, starting the friction between the both of you. Your body squirms beneath his, writhing at the feeling of his cock pleasing you.

“Slash-” You moan, your head leaned back as you grab at his shoulders. His mouth remains at your ear, grunting as he thrusts into you. You whine loudly, panting as your hips move with his. He moans into your ear, then ducks his head down to nibble at your earlobe slightly.

“Oh, my God, Y/N..” He pants, groaning softly as his thrusts pick up in pace slightly. “You feel so good-” Slash tilts his head back, grunting as he pushes himself deeper into you. You shout with pleasure, digging your fingers into his shoulders. His hands move to your neck, his hands resting at the sides as his thumbs stroke the skin on top of it. He presses his head down, sucking on your neck as his hips snap into yours. You groan loudly, tilting your head back not only to give him access but in preparation for your soon-to-come finish.

“Slash-” You groan again, your brain going fuzzy as your mind spins. “I’m so close-” You speak breathlessly, hanging on by a thread as he smiles down at you softly, moving his head up to look at you. His thumb strokes your cheek as grunts escape his lips from his powerful thrusts.

“Me too, baby..” Slash leans down with his lips at your ear again, his voice in a dark and lustful whisper. “I’m close too.”

He dips his head again, his breaths growing quick, deep and sharp as he tips over the edge, spilling into you as your walls clench him tight. He groans your name loudly, his hips bucking into yours before he collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

You lay together for around 30 minutes, your positions changed. Your head lays on his chest as your body remains curled up next to his. To protect you from the cold of the night, he pulled out a blanket he keeps in the trunk of his car. Slash strokes your hair softly, looking up at the stars. You sigh, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“I haven’t felt this relaxed in forever.” You murmur, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile dances across his lips as he looks down at you, still petting your hair soothingly.

“Neither have I, gorgeous. Neither have I.”

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im thinking of writing a multi-chapter fanfiction guys

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axl is love

axl is life

Axl being Axl 😆🌹🤘

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steven adler ~

fluff arcade ~ (a) bracelet ~ (m) painkiller ~ (f)

smut

angst

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izzy stradlin ~

fluff

smut (s)he goes down ~ (a) where there's a whip, there's a way ~ (f)

angst

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duff mckagan ~

fluff

smut hot water ~ (f)

angst

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slash (saul hudson) ~

fluff november rain ~ (a) prom night ~ (f) card games ~ (f)

smut feel your love tonight ~ (f) cigarette burns ~ (f)

angst

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axl rose ~

fluff inside ~ (a) insomniac ~ (a) shotgun ~ (a) taking off ~ (f) slow dance ~ (f) birthday boy ~ (a)

smut look at me ~ (f) pretty tied up ~ (f) spit ~ (f) sex action ~ (f) you're all mine, baby ~ (f) hard and fast ~ (f) all yours ~ (f) sugar cane ~ (f) a sticky situation ~ (f) the call ~ (f)

angst love's a bitch ~ (a)

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love's a bitch ~

axl rose ~ angst ~ androgynous reader ~ 754 words ~

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You flop down on the couch. Damn. It’s been a long day.

The TV remote calls your name, and you pick it up and surf through the channels. It’s quite late, about 10:45 at night on a Monday night. And Axl’s always asleep at this time on Mondays. They’re his “crash nights”, as he calls it, where other nights are dedicated to partying, performing, or making love to you. But not Mondays. They’re his sleep nights. As well, the nights you get home late. Usually later than this. One time you got home at 1:30.

The TV is on low volume, so as not to wake him. Because there’s a few universal rules when it comes to Axl: Don’t poke the bear, nobody takes Axl Rose’s girl (or man (or lover)) (Even if he’s got his eyes on her and they’re not even together. Just don’t), and to let a sleeping Axl lie. He becomes a miserable prick if someone wakes him.

Seriously.

You yawn, looking at the TV. The monotonous tone of the weatherman could put anyone to sleep. He moves on to show a broadcast of the weather for tomorrow and what to prepare for. It’s the same old weather, with blistering hot days and comfortably warm nights.

“Why even broadcast this shit?” You mumble, standing up and stretching. “It’s the same, day after day..”

You kick your shoes off and hang up your coat. There’s a small rustle of noise upstairs. That’s odd, Axl’s never up at this time.

At least on Mondays.

You climb up the stairs, curious as to what he’s doing up this late. There’s a sound, as if he was banging his head on the wall. Or..

No.

No no no no no.

You quietly approach the bedroom to not make him known of your presence. You shakily put a hand on the handle, your brain spinning as if in vertigo. You swallow, turning the handle on the door slowly. A loud moan of pleasure erupts from inside the room, causing tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. Your heart drums in your chest as your hands shake, dread pulling straining on the strings of your heart.

As soon as the handle sets down, you push the door open slowly and quietly step into the room. Pain and grief washes over you, as if a tsunami of heartbreak just hit.

“That’s it, like that, ohhhh, baby-” Axl groans, atop another woman in bed. She begs and calls for him, pleading for more from him as he thrusts into her.

Your knees tremble, causing instability in your legs as the scene unfolds upon you. You let out a shaky breath and swallow, mustering up the courage to speak.

“Axl…” You speak quietly, but loud enough for them to hear. 

Axl yelps and pulls away from the woman, pulling the sheets over them both.

“Oh! L- Love, what are you doing home so soon?” He asks with a nervous chuckle, the chick looking from you, to Axl, then back to you with wide eyes.

The nerve.

The fucking nerve.

“How? Wh- Why?” You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as the situation sets in.

Axl looks down and sighs. “Can we talk about this?”

Next thing you know, you’re sitting on the couch on the main floor as he explains. Or, rather, tries to.

“How long have you been doing this?” You ask firmly, cutting him off while staring at the coffee table. There’s the small blunt scratch on it from when you and him were fooling around with a baseball. A coffee stain. Coasters made of cork.

“Um..” Axl mumbles, stuttering over his words and playing with his thumbs. “A- About three months..”

Your head snaps over and you stare at him, fresh, hot tears welling along your bottom eyelid.

“It just- It gets so lonely without you here on Monday nights, that I- I-” He swallows hard and reaches out a hand to touch on your cheek, his lower lip trembling. “Baby, I’m so sorr-”

You swat his hand away.

“I’m not your baby.”

Axl stares up at you with big, sad eyes, tears running down his own cheeks. You get off of the couch and painfully walk away from him, pulling your shoes back on.

“Please don’t go..” Are the last words you hear from him before slamming the door to his house, walking away. You get into your car and rest your forehead on the steering wheel, sobbing desperately and painfully.

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burgundy, wallabies, probably almond. lmao.

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A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole. Some prime examples I've heard are:

~ Silver, Artic Wolf, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

~ Pink/Yellow, Putu Bird, and Cotton Candy.

~ Light Brown, Tree Kangaroo, and Rum Raisin.

~ Green, Pig, and Cookie Dough.

Mine are:

~ Burgundy, Fox, and Moose Tracks.

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Can I ask for Axl Rose who has sweet sex with the reader and forces her to look at him? with pet names and etc.

look at me ~

axl rose ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 1628 words ~

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Axl pulls you into the bedroom, then shuts the door behind you. He holds you close in his strong arms, peppering soft kisses to your face. Soft moans escape your mouth as his soft lips trail across your face.

“My love..” He murmurs, his hands sliding up the back of your tank top and caressing the skin on your back. A shaky breath heats the side of your neck softly as he sucks on the skin.

“Axl-” You whisper as he pulls you onto the bed, his hands still gently tracing the skin under your clothing. He shivers with pleasure, moving his lips to another spot on your neck as he leaves another deep red hickey. You can feel his hands wrap around your waist, his thumbs rubbing over the sides of your stomach. Slowly, he pulls up the sides of your top and pulls it off, revealing a lacy bra that cups your tits. He gazes down at your body, love and lust swirling in his eyes.

“Oh, God, you’re so beautiful, baby.” Axl mumbles in his deep and alluring voice. His hands remain on your body, now holding the sides of your shoulders. His lips trace up from your neck to your lips, kissing you passionately as his index finger and thumb teases the left strap to your bra. His lips dance on yours, his tongue slipping from his mouth into yours as his eyes flutter shut. Your tongues move together, his fingers gently pulling off the strap to your bra as the other hand slides around to your back, unclipping your bra. Your hands move up to his back, one resting on his shoulder blade and the other on the small. Axl moans your name softly as he catches a breath, then dives back in to continue enjoying your tongue.

His mouth pulls away from yours for a moment, then presses against yours in one last hungry kiss. Axl then pulls away, his eyes opening slowly to look at you once again. His hands shift your bra aside, his eyes scanning your body as he admires you. By giving him a light tug on your shirt, he knows that you’re going to take it off of him. He sits up, straddling you at your hips. Your hands pull up the soft fabric and toss it aside, enjoying the sight of his muscular build accompanied by his long, reddish hair.

Axl leans back over you, his fingertips tracing along your body. He sighs in satisfaction, almost as if he cannot believe that you’re here, beneath him, letting him enjoy you like this. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with passion, desire, and love.

“My God, sugar, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Axl presses a kiss to your jaw as his hands move to cup your breasts, squeezing them in his hands gently. Your hands glide to his hips, then to the front at his belt buckle. Axl chuckles quietly, then tucks his head down and under your ear at the sensitive spot, sucking softly. You pull the belt through the loops of his jeans, the leather pulling free from the denim. His mouth continues working that spit behind your jaw while his hands knead your tits with desire and care.

Using your ankles, you pull his jeans from his hips as they rest around his knees. You let out a soft whimper, alerting him about the sting from the hickey he’s setting on your skin. Axl pulls back and looks into your eyes, then presses his head down to nibble along the sensitive skin of your neck.

Axl’s hands move from your soft breasts, the fingertips traveling over your chest, over your stomach, and down to the waistband of your shorts. After letting out another sultry chuckle, he pulls them off of you, and as they reach your knees, you kick them off of you. His head tilts to the side, pushing your head up to give him access to the underside of your chin and jaw. His lips and tongue press to the skin, sucking there as you wriggle beneath him. Axl’s hands travel back up to your chest, his hand on either side of your body as his thumbs rub on your nipples, pressing down slightly. Gasps and pants flow from your mouth as he presses his hips down, grinding on you through the fabric of his boxers and your underwear. 

Your breathing picks up, the rise and fall of your lungs quickening. As he applies more pressure down onto your nipples, a desperate moan leaves your lips and into his ear. Your lips dry, your tongue peeking out to wet them. Axl, hearing the moan, sucks harder on the underside of your chin, another one of your moans caught in the air.

“I love the sounds you make, babe,” Axl mumbles on your skin, pulling back slightly to look at the mark he left. That’s one thing you’ve learned about him during your time being with him; He loves claiming you as his and seeing the marks he leaves behind. “They’re just so damn sexy.”

Axl looks down into your eyes, holding you down to the bed. Your arms remain around his upper back, holding him above you. His hips continue to grind, and you throw your head back from the feeling of his hard cock pressing to you.

“No,” He grabs your chin, pulling it down to make you look at him. “Look me in the eyes.”

As one of his hands remains on your breast, his thumb still pressed into the nipple, the other trails down to your panties. He tugs them off, his fingers lightly brushing along the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat from how wet you’ve become. You moan desperately, almost begging for him. He’s dragged it on for so long that you crave friction, at least, more than what he’s given.

Your eyes squeeze shut, remaining closed. Axl growls softly, gripping your thigh in his hand. “I said look at me, darling.” His tone is assertive and commanding, and if possible, it only makes you wetter. Your eyes snap open at his order, looking into his sharp blue ones.

He holds up your panties and tosses them aside, then presses his own hips down onto you, a smirk spreading across his lips. Only now you realize your teeth dug into your bottom lip, the sensations of his body distracting you from all else.

Your hands trail down his body and rest at the waist of his red boxers, before slipping your thumbs under the band and pulling it off of him slowly. You squeeze your eyes shut again, then quickly open once you remember Axl’s command. Your teeth dig back into your lip as Axl kicks his boxers off. His hand moves back to your other breast, pressing down on the nipple with his thumb.

He teases you with his tip, enjoying the sounds of your grunts and moans of desperation and need. He takes in a breath and shuts his eyes for a moment as he pushes himself inside of you, feeling your walls enclose him.

“Oh my God, Axl-” You pant, your hands gripping the bed sheets as you finally receive the friction you long ached for.

“You feel so good, doll..” Axl groans, moving his hands to your shoulders to pin you to the bed. His eyes open again, finding yours closed. He frowns slightly.

“Look at me.”

You swallow and open your eyes, looking up at him.

“Sorry, I-”

Before you can finish, your back lifts up slightly while you moan, feeling him begin to thrust his hips, the friction making your head go fuzzy with thoughts only of his cock and the constant reminder to keep your eyes open to look at him.

His hips continue snapping into yours, your fingers digging into the sheets on the bed as you cry out with pleasure. Axl grunts with each thrust, his noises filling your ears.

“Axl-” You groan, swallowing hard as your mouth hangs open, moans and groans of pleasure spilling from your throat. His fingers dig into your shoulders, and your head tilts back slightly, your eyes tearing from his. Axl grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your head down to look at him.

“Look at me. Look at me like a good girl.” He mutters, thrusting his cock deep into your warm cunt. His breath catches, his mouth falling open while his head tilts back slightly. “God..” Axl moans your name, biting down on his lip while maintaining eye contact. His jaw clenches, a groan coming from deep in his throat. He stares into your eyes, watching you writhe beneath him as you feel him come closer to his climax.

A deep knotting sensation builds up in the core of your stomach, his thrusts only gaining momentum as he pushes in deeper. The need to throw your head back and cry out in pleasure is overwhelming, but he won’t let you look away.

Your mouth frees your bottom lip as a wave of pleasure washes over you, moaning his name in pleasure as you cum on his cock. Axl’s sharp eyes look down into yours, enjoying your reactions as he grows closer himself.

His thrusts falter slightly, his breath labored and heavy as his chest heaves and he lets go, groaning loudly as your name slips from his lips and he fills you up, leaving the both of you warm, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Good.. Good girl..” Axl pants as the backs of his fingers glide down your cheek, pulling himself out of you. He rolls over, pulling you on top of him and rubbing your back, your head on his chest.

“Very good girl.”

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guys i read bad fics and its inspired me to write good shit again

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i love you husband

i love you too my darling bee

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yall i made it through the essay, my cowboy husband helped me

i hope i get a good grade goddamn

i have an essay and this is all I can think about