OH YEAH ALL OF THEM ON TOP OF ME

could you do subby Hollywood rose era Axl? Like he’s tied down n stuff and he gets kinda frustrated cuz reader isn’t going at his pace?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), reader slaps Axl's dick once, spit kink at the end, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

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Axl groaned lowly, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering. "Pick up the pace, sweetheart." He mumbled, deep voice a rumble in the quiet room.

You lightly trailed a finger up his length, watching every twitch of his leaky cock. "No." You said, moving your finger back down. "This is fun, you just need to learn to be patient."

Axl rolled his eyes at you and bucked his hips up, searching for any form of friction. You slapped his cock, his breath caught in his throat.

You raised the hand that was on his dick to his chin, lifting his head up with two fingers. "I said, be. Fucking. Patient." You bit, pecking his lips and smiling condescendingly down at him.

Axl huffed but he refused to let you see the real affect you were having on him. He wanted to moan and whine and beg for you to let him cum, he was barely choking back all the little sounds he wanted to make.

He tugged at the velvety rope holding his wrists together, his back against the cold wood of the bedframe. You sat between his legs as he sat completely naked in front of you.

"You're so pretty." You mused, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Axl didn't hesitate to start moving his hips. You didn't stop him but you didn't help him with what he was trying to do.

"M'not fucking pretty." He grunted.

You pursed your lips at him, cocking your head to the side. "Aw, poor baby, so needy and whiny." Axl huffed, nose scrunching. You moved down the bed, laying a few kitten licks to his tip. "Needs mommy to help him get off."

A soft whimper escaped him and your eyes shot up to meet his glassy ones. A wide grin spread across your face. "Sweet boy, let mommy help." Your lips parted to take him in your mouth.

He couldn't stop it anymore, head falling back as a loud moan left him, hips rutting to meet your face. "Agh-! Oh, god!" He groaned, doing everything he could to get friction. "Fuck-fucking move!" He whined, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

He was begging so nicely... in an Axl kind of way... you couldn't say no to him.

You slowly brought your head up and sunk back down on his dick, nose brushing into his ginger peach fuzz. His whimpers spurred you on and you bobbed your head faster, tongue swirling around his tip and dragging along the bottom of his cock.

The room filled with Axl's noises, like music to your ears. Drool dribbled down your chin but it was all worth it for those sweet sounds. His voice was deep, he sang high but his voice was deep and the way that passed through his moans was perfect.

"Hah- oh fuck, oh fuck-! My fucking god, mommy, please!" Tears pricked his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. "I can't- suck harder, I-I wanna cum, lemme cum!" You hollowed your cheeks around him, staring up at him as he came undone in your mouth.

You waited for the last few strings of cum to shoot from his tip before you pulled away, sitting up and placing your hands on his shoulders. He stared up at you with tired eyes and a wonky grin.

"What is it?" He asked, voice sweet and slow like honey. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, a silent gesture for him to open his mouth. He parted his lips, you did the same and let his cum mixed with your saliva drip down your tongue into his mouth.

His eyes widened but he let it happen, swallowing and trying not to gag. You gave his cheek a pat and kissed his lips. "What a good boy." You mused.

crazy how duff is totally my type of man and woman

where are my new kurt cobain imagines guys? 😭😭😭

how can this fandom so dry, all content is like, 3 years ago 💔

I have this really fun fun fun fun very fun idea for YOU

Hear me OUTTTTT Izzy Stradlin goes to a little club with the bros and BOOM he sees reader or whatever and then they get freaky THEN they get caught or something 👅👅 idk bromeo

A/n: for his birthday a little short a little whiny 😔

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

Guns was broke, all of them skinny and high and broke, starving, but it was Izzy’s birthday and they’d be damned if they didn’t do something to celebrate.

The Cathouse was their favourite place, big parties, fun crowds, cheap booze -especially when you had the women paying for you.

They arrived, L.A. Guns were playing. While not being a big band yet, GNR were well known on the Strip, quickly having girls come up to them, playing around, grinding, and buying drinks. Once they were told it was Izzy’s birthday they were ready to do anything for him. Then there you were.

You were actually a friend of Kelly Nickels, the bassist for L.A. Guns, and were there for him, but you’d had a rough day and were just sitting by the bar. Izzy’s eyes sparkled when he saw you, as Slash teased him when he caught the other guitarist ogling you. Izzy waved him off and went to see what you were doing.

He took the free seat next to you and ordered a drink. You eyed him curiously, out of all the seats he sat next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. “So, what’re you doing?” He asked, shamelessly looking over you. You didn’t respond, hoping he’d leave if you didn’t engage. The bartender came back and waited for money, but Izzy didn’t have any so he looked to you.

You shot him a look like he was crazy. “I’m not paying for your sorry ass.” You stated. Another girl came along and paid for Izzy’s drink, telling the bartender to put him on her tab. She gave Izzy a kiss but he tried to ignore it. She ran off somewhere else, leaving you with Izzy.

“Not even a hi? Hello, how are you?” He asked, leaning into you slightly. You shook your head. “Come on, anything?”

“I have been wanting to hit something all day and if you get any closer it’s going to be you.” You bit, practically nipping at the air to get him away from you.

Izzy chewed his cheek a moment and leaned back in his seat, gaze still wandering over you. “I’ve been wanting to hit something too, you know… mines a little healthier.” You shot him a look again, but it made you pause for a second. He wasn’t wrong, it was healthier with even better side effects. You turned your attention to the band, catching Kelly watching you, making sure you were ok. You downed the rest of your drink and made your way out of the club.

Izzy followed you, hoping he knew what you were thinking. You led him around the club and to the back alley. His hands went to your hips, guiding you back against the brick wall. “This is disgusting.” You mumbled, arms going around his neck. Izzy shrugged and leaned down to kiss you, it was sloppy and messy, but he was a passionate man. On a bad day this was working for you.

You knew rocker types, you were friends with many, you knew all he was looking for was a good lay and then he’d be off somewhere else fucking someone else, but it didn’t matter right now. Your hands fell, working on your pants and pushing them down. “What, no blowie?” Izzy asked against your lips. “It’s my birthday.”

“I’m not getting on my knees out here.” You said simply, dropping your panties. Izzy’s eyes widened at the slight look of your cunt. “Just fuck me, would you?” You asked, turning your back to him and planting your hands on the wall.

Izzy couldn’t exactly deny your request. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. You glanced over your shoulder, scoffing at the sight. “You’re not even fucking hard yet?” You grumbled, watching as he stroked himself.

“I’m not a fucking faucet, can’t just turn me on whenever you want.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this.” You muttered, turning back around to face him. You tugged on his shirt. “Why don’t you get on your knees, you can get off from down there.” You tugged on his shirt again and he went down, taking a quick look around to make sure no one was seeing. “Fucking loser.” You mumbled, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting his head back.

His hand moved faster on his dick, he leaned into you and lapped at your wet folds, sucking on your clit as you stood over him. He was good with his tongue but he looked so needy and desperate on his knees for you, aching cock pulsing in his hand.

“Look at you, birthday boy getting himself off.” You mused, a soft moan leaving you as he pushed his tongue into you. “Fuck, such a good boy.” He moaned into your cunt, hand moving faster. “Make me cum first, then I’ll help you, alright?” Your breathing was heavy already, Izzy had no qualms with making you cum first, even though it was his birthday.

He stopped touching himself, focusing on you. His tongue swirled around your clit, licking and flicking it to hear you moan but you stayed quiet, knowing you were in public. The hand he’d been using on himself went between your legs and he slid two skilled fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them and finding your sweet spot.

You bit your lip, muffling your noises. “Fuck, right there~” You moaned, tugging on his hair. He whined against you, working faster. “Oh! Fuck, ah…” That knot in your gut was tightening, hips bucking against his face.

You brought a hand to your mouth and bit the meaty part of your thumb, muffling your moans as you came, clit pulsing against his tongue, cunt clenching around his slender fingers.

Izzy let you ride out your high before pulling away, looking up at you desperately. “You’re gonna help me now?” He asked, pleading in his eyes.

You chewed your cheek, debating it for a moment. You pushed your foot between his legs, pushing the toe of your shoes into his balls. He whined but you didn’t care. “Go on then.” You said with a smile, watching as the dots connected for him.

guys stopping looking at his vagina like that

Figured I'd repost these lovely photos. God I wanna suck his cock

Dating a member of Guns n Roses… - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he’d wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he’s exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he’s fucked up on something he’ll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he’s wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn’t happen much, although when you’re both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don’t see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn’t you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it’d be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you’d hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn’t matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who’d talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you’d join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you’re his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he’s a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he’s all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you’re cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn’t scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he’d fuck up in someway or you, you’d talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you’d be fine though

Slash wasn’t the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn’t hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it’d be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn’t on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you’re comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you’d always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you’d end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn’t have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he’d have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you’d turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you’d take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it’s was all healthy

i LOVE when he uses his hair like that

okay I decided I'm going to reblog all my fav fics, wait to have the best dirty recommendations of your life 😉

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