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Axl Rose

𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔡

requested! not amazing at writing vampire stuff but i did my best lol

☾axl’s always been hungry for you—but tonight, it’s something deeper, darker. and he’s not holding back☽

☾warnings: nsfw (knife play, blood kink, biting, dominance/submission, restraint, power play, rough sex, teasing, degradation/praise, slight pain kink), vampire themes (blood drinking, supernatural strength), general intensity☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the candlelight flickers, casting deep shadows against the walls as axl circles you, eyes dark with hunger. he looks otherworldly in the dim glow—his red hair spilling over his shoulders, his pupils blown wide, fangs just barely visible behind parted lips.

"you know what i love most about you?" he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous. his fingers trail up your arm, featherlight, before curling around your wrist in a slow, deliberate grip.

you shiver, anticipation curling in your stomach. "what’s that?"

he grins, sharp and predatory. "how fucking good you look in red."

before you can respond, he brings a gleaming knife up to your skin, the cold steel kissing the side of your throat. your breath hitches. the blade doesn't cut—not yet—but the threat lingers, making your pulse hammer against your ribs.

axl hums, watching your reaction like a cat toying with its prey. "so fragile," he murmurs, pressing the flat of the blade against your collarbone, dragging it down slowly. "so warm. i can smell your heartbeat."

his free hand grips your chin, tilting your head just enough to expose the soft, vulnerable skin of your neck. his breath is cool against your throat, sending a shudder down your spine.

"axl," you whisper, but it's not a protest. it's a plea.

his smirk deepens. "you want it, don’t you?"

you don’t answer—not with words. instead, you let your head loll back, baring yourself to him, offering.

that’s all it takes.

he growls low in his throat, a sound vibrating with possession and need, before the knife finally bites—just enough to let a thin, crimson line bead along your skin. his tongue is on you in an instant, warm and wet, lapping up the blood with a deep, satisfied moan.

"fuck," he groans, eyes fluttering shut. "you taste divine."

his control is slipping—you can feel it. his grip tightens, his body pressing against yours, pinning you beneath him as he lets the hunger take over.

his lips crash against yours, stained red, and you taste yourself on his tongue. he kisses you deep, claiming, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"mine," he growls against your mouth. "every inch of you."

you whimper, arching into him as he pushes you down, the knife now abandoned in favor of his fingers tearing at your clothes.

"gonna fuck you 'til you're shaking," he mutters, voice dripping with sin. "gonna have you screaming my name—" he leans in, lips brushing the fresh mark on your neck. "—and begging me to drink from you again."

he doesn’t wait for permission. he already knows the answer.

axl’s hands are everywhere at once—pinning your wrists above your head, sliding over your body like he owns it (because he does), nails digging in just enough to sting. he’s strong enough to hold you down with just one hand, but that’s not enough for him. he wants you to struggle.

“you’re so fuckin’ weak,” he mutters against your throat, voice thick with condescension and something darker. his fingers tighten around your wrists. “not a damn thing you can do to stop me, huh?”

you shiver beneath him, your breath coming out in soft, needy gasps.

“no,” you whisper, and it’s all the permission he needs.

his free hand trails down your body, teasing, toying with you as his lips brush over the fresh, thin cut along your throat. he hums, licking at the wound slowly, savoring the taste like a fine wine.

“fuck, i love this,” he groans, sucking at the wound hard enough to leave a mark. “love the way you taste. could drink from you all fuckin’ night.”

you whimper, bucking your hips up against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

he chuckles darkly. “so needy,” he muses, sliding his hand between your thighs. he barely grazes your heat, fingertips just ghosting over you. “you like when i take my time, huh? like bein’ teased?”

“no,” you pant, but he just smirks.

“liar.”

he finally—finally—slides his fingers against you, pressing just enough to make you squirm. you’re already soaked, and he groans at the realization, his fangs grazing your pulse point.

“all this for me?” he taunts, slipping one finger inside you, then another, stretching you slowly. “such a good fuckin’ pet for me. always so ready.”

you moan, tugging at his grip, but he holds you firm, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them just right.

“that’s it,” he coaxes, lips tracing over your jaw. “let me hear you, baby.”

he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and purposeful, drawing out every little sound he can. but it’s not enough. you know it, he knows it.

you whine his name, rocking your hips against his hand, and axl just grins.

“so greedy,” he murmurs. “you want more?”

“yes,” you plead.

his smirk darkens. “then fuckin’ take it.”

he pulls his fingers from you and replaces them with something much, much better. he presses into you in one slow, deep thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“fuck,” he growls, dropping his head against your neck as he bottoms out. “so tight. you take me so fuckin’ well.”

he doesn’t move at first—just lets you feel all of him, lets you squirm against his hold, desperate for more. and then, without warning, he snaps his hips forward, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm.

you cry out, body jolting with every thrust, but axl doesn’t ease up. he fucks you like he’s trying to ruin you, like he’s trying to carve himself into you from the inside out.

his grip on your wrists tightens as he growls, “who do you belong to, huh?”

“y-you,” you stammer.

he snarls, sinking his fangs into your throat as he thrusts even deeper. the sharp sting mixes with the overwhelming pleasure, sending white-hot heat coursing through your veins.

“good fuckin’ pet,” he praises, licking over the fresh bite. “so perfect for me. so fuckin’ mine.”

his hand snakes between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, desperate circles against your clit. you’re close—so fucking close—and he knows it.

“come for me,” he commands, voice rough, desperate. “let me feel it.”

and you do. you shatter beneath him, your entire body tensing as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

but axl’s not done.

he keeps thrusting, fucking you through it, dragging out every little tremor and gasp until you’re begging him for mercy.

“too much,” you whimper.

he just laughs, his breath hot against your skin. “nah, baby. you can take it.”

and he doesn’t stop—not until he’s spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan, his fangs sinking into your shoulder one last time as he rides out his own high.

when he finally collapses against you, both of you trembling, he presses lazy kisses to your neck, nipping at the bruises he’s left behind.

“told you,” he murmurs against your skin. “you look so good in red.”

Touch me!

Axl rose x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 630

Warnings: Smut. Minors dni

You reached your body back, rubbing your ass against Axl's body who was only wearing his red underwear, you had no idea what time it was, you guys were in bed and you couldn't sleep since you couldn't control how horny you were. If Axl hadn't been lying next to you, your own fingers would already be inside you, but he was there, and you wanted to feel him inside you, your body was screaming for him.

You tried to ignore it but you couldn't, you just got more and more turned on, your hormones were driving you crazy.

You spread your legs and touched your panties, unable to stop yourself from moaning Axl's name to wake him up when you realized how wet you were. He woke up, looking at you confused and sitting up in bed, looking incredibly handsome with his red hair messed up and his chest bared.

- What the fuck Y/n do you know what time it is?

You didn't care, you couldn't even care, you could feel your blood bubbling in your veins, you just wanted to jump on him and ride his cock until he filled you.

- Axl please - you whimpered like a child crying for candy.

- Please what?

He wasn't getting it. You crawled over to him feeling your legs go weak, your wet pussy begging for some attention.

- Please fuck me, I need you - you moaned as soon as your lips touched his. - Now.

It took him a few seconds to realize that you were serious, you put yourself on his lap, fitting your pussy right on top of his underwear so you could feel his cock grow under you.

- i'm so needy of you - you said and kissed his neck, moving your waist on top of him.

- Fuck, I see that - he said, his voice even thicker than usual, everything about him just seeming to turn you on even more.

You took off your blouse, leaving your breasts samples and leaving only your panties, which you couldn't wait to take off.

- Come here.

Axl said, holding you and laying you down on the bed, touching his dick through his underwear before taking them off. He touched you through your panties, making you moan and whimper again.

- Damn you're not even kidding.

You chuckled, licking your lips in excitement looking at Axl's hard cock so close to fucking you. His hand went to your neck and you rolled your eyes as his other hand put your panties aside and positioned the head of his dick at your entrance.

Axl moaned along with you as his cock slid easily inside you, pleasure filling every part of your body. He didn't start slowly, he knew exactly how you liked it, especially on nights like this, you brought your hands up to his back as his waist moved quickly.

His hand tightened around your neck as he went harder inside you, hitting all the right places.

- Tell me what you want princess

He said, dropping his hand from your neck but only to smack it in your face.

- I want you - your voice cracking as you spoke - I want you to fill me with your cum.

He smiled and was even stronger, making you scream and rub your clit getting close to your climax.

- Axl please, i want to feel full, come inside me, Please..

You grunted as your walls tightened around his cock but you didn't stop rubbing your fingers on your clitoris.

- Cum with me honey mmm? I will fill you up.

You nodded and Axl braced his arm on the headboard as you finally felt fully filled by him. You came seconds later, with his cock still inside you, making sure not one drop of his semen fell outside of you.

Just gonna um, leave these here

@weirdgenetic-fuckup I think you'll like these

How did Pamela manning, Adriana and barbie meet Gnr they’re so lucky

I’m glad you asked because I learned today that Pamela Manning was Barbi Von Greif’s ROOMMATE and they were the ones who were gonna make their own band called Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning

I’ve also heard Barbi was a stripper, as well as Adriana Smith, so the three might’ve worked at the same strip club and got acquainted. It’s interesting how the universe works - you meet new people for a particular reason in order to achieve a certain destiny. Then once the band came along…the ladies were set in stone.

In 2014, Pamela did an interview and she discussed what her experience as a dance girl for GNR entailed while recounting her relationship with Izzy, and her friendship between Axl and Steven Adler:

“Well, I had been dancing with Guns N' Roses on stage even before Guns N' Roses. I came out in a cute outfit, it had guns on them, some cute cut-off jeans, and a cowboy hat. Axl had chaps where his butt would hang out the back. It was like playing house to me but we played rock star; it was all about music, how cool you can look. It also was a shock factor back in the 80's - anything to get attention.

If that meant being wild and crazy on stage, well, that is what you got! And, so, when I was on stage, I had a blast with the band; our energy was magic! We would feed off each others’ energy, yet we would all be in sync with each other. It was so automatic, the music was the main energy. You tap into that stream and you got Guns N’ Roses: that is what fed the audience, the energy that went with the band. After the show, we would talk about how the audience’s reaction was.

Pamela Manning and Axl Rose at the Whisky a Go Go (1986)

I am also a drummer, so Steven would teach me some drums, and we would move on to more creative stuff; we'd sit around and play some more music. Barbi Von Greif, who was my roommate at the time, we were in a band together for a short time. I was the drummer and she was the singer, and Barbi wanted to name the band Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning with Steven Adler

Guns N’ Roses were a music inspiration to us; heck, we inspired each other. This is how we all met up; it was all about music, not hanging with the guys. I did wind up dating Izzy, but Barbi broke us up, not being a true friend to me, as she wanted him. One day he asked me to let him play with Barbi, and when I said no, well, you can guess the rest. That was the end of Izzy and I.

Axl has always been a true friend to me, telling me his deepest secrets and, yep, I have kept them today. I can't and will not talk about the deep secrets he told me. That is just not me. But wow, if you only knew...I am sure some would understand him a little better. People judge him, and I can understand why. He has not been the best example, but I think if Axl would stop bottling all the secrets, he could be a great spokesperson and could help many.

It was like with any band: sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll, but the drug thing…I never liked drugs or alcohol, so I can't relate in that department. But I had some good times.”

“I got branded (as a groupie) because I was wild and crazy on stage, and made my living working with rock bands as well. My interviews I agreed to be in were cut into pieces to make me sound like a groupie, like talking about being a cheerleader, and things like that. I have always been one to inspire, male or female. Rockstar or not, I love to inspire, to bring back hope, to help people get their creative juices flowing and that doesn't mean groupie juices…I had friends who were (groupies). I never hung around with them, but there were times where I would work with them. Some were mud wrestlers. Groupies were there, back in the '80s, for sure. It was hard because you become friends with them, and then they would try to snatch your man. And I really hated dealing with them. I’d guess groupies are the same today as yesterday. The only difference is that there is not an explosion of rockstars rising to the top like it was in the '80s.” - Pamela Manning

Not only was Pam a dancer for the band, she was a roadie who handed out flyers, did the men’s hair, makeup, and their wardrobe. Pamela still keeps in touch with both Axl and Steven.

ugh! i cant deal with homework right now i have daydreaming about my favourite rockstar to do!

Oh God.......

(from Emochi app)

I wanna lay on him

Pretty titty

A/n: I saw a video of Slash’s titties bouncing and I died so have this, support men with titties bc they’re hot ☺️

Warnings: smut, man titties, belly riding?, idk I’m tired if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had been away on your and you were lonely but he was finally coming home! You couldn’t keep him off of your mind so you did what you always would do and started watching clips of him from the tour.

One video in particular caught your attention.

It wasn’t anything too big, he was just running across the stage. However, he didn’t have a shirt on and you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his titties as they bounced. Mesmerizing.

He got home and you welcomed him as you always did, ignoring the growing wetness between your legs until it was finally time to crawl into bed.

Slash was not one for pyjamas and he’d been sleeping in his day clothes for the past few weeks so obviously he stripped the first chance he got, splaying out over the bed with a groan.

You crawled onto the bed with him, sitting up beside him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “Body hurting?” You asked in a soft, caring voice. Slash nodded, keeping his eyes closed as he did.

Effervescent. From his pretty chest to the fluff under his arms, you were drooling.

“Go on,” Slash said, still not looking at you, “do whatever, I know you’ve been waiting.” You smiled and crawled over him, setting yourself down on his stomach. You’d decided to match Slash and we’re naked on top of him.

You wiggled your hips, gasping softly at the feeling. Finally Slash opened his eyes. “What’re you doing?” You stared down at his chest, taking his tits in your hands.

“You said, and I quote, ‘do whatever’,” you gave his chest a small squeeze, “I’m just following orders.” Slash groaned and closed his eyes again.

“Alright, horny… whore…” He mumbled. You giggled and kept grinding yourself on his stomach. Slash chuckled occasionally, he’d never had someone do this to him before. Plus it was usually him groping other peoples tits, he’d never been on the receiving end. He didn’t hate it, but it might have just been that he loves you.

Also he got to watch your own tits bounce. He could hear your moans, how good he made you feel and he didn’t even have to do anything.

“Fah-fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.” You whined, speeding up your movements. Your hands roamed his body, groping, teasing every inch of him. You leaned down and started kissing on his chest, sucking on his nipples. God, you were close.

Your mind wandered and you ended up biting him, causing him to slap your ass. “The fucks wrong with you?” You couldn’t respond, your body was shaking from the waves pleasure rocking through you. Your eyes rolled back and your body twitching as you came.

Slash waited until you rolled off of him, though he hadn’t expected you to shove your nose in his armpit, poking your tongue out for some kitten licks. “Didn’t know you were so fucking weird.” He mumbled, shifting his arm to give you better access to him. “Maybe I’m weird if I think you look hot doing it.”