imagine axl rose giving you a hug from behind. while he’s hugging you, you notice him inhaling slowly. you ask him, “Are you smelling my hair?” he smiles and replies, “I can’t help it, you smell so good.” 

imagine axl rose bending you over his knee

imagine going on a double date with axl, slash, and slash's girlfriend, who is also your best friend

was everybody pleased with the fics???

teach me

The bell rang and your eyes flashed across the room after all the students had filed out. Your gaze was met by piercing green eyes, thick with lust. You went over to him. His rough hands wrapped around your slender waist. 

“You’ve been teasing me with those fuckin’ eyes all day, baby,” he says, his voice low. You giggle. 

“I can’t help it daddy... It’s hard to not think about,” you whine. He laughs into your skin, kissing your neck softly. His hands slide up your skirt, hastily pulling your panties down, exposing you completely. 

“We have to lock the door,” you warn him, and he shakes his head.

“No, I want someone to walk in and see what a little slut you are,” he growls, pulling the rest of your clothes off messily, not caring if he rips them. He lifts you up onto the desk, your legs around his waist. He pulls his own shirt over his head and unzips his pants, letting them fall around his ankles along with his boxers. You feel his hard length against you and bite your lip. 

“Daddy...” You moan, and he tilts his head.

“I want it,” you beg, and he obliges, pushing himself into you. You moan involuntarily, dragging your nails up and down his back. 

“You like that, don’t you baby,” he purrs, his pace quickening. 

“Daddy,” you moan, tossing your head back. He groans, his head in the crook of your neck. Your eyes shut tightly, you hold him against you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to coming. He catches onto this and steadies his pace, which is something you hated. You only ever wanted him to go faster but he teased you, staying at one pace. It always gave you such strong orgasms that were almost too much for you, which is why you hated it. The orgasms he gave you were literally too good to handle. You tangled your hands in you hair and came, your body going rigid before becoming limp completely. He slowed down, his eyes locked on yours. 

“That’s it, babygirl,” he sighs, still fucking you gently. 

“Fuck me,” you moan, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“Still not happy?” He asks, pride underlying his smirk. 

“No,” you shake your head.

“Someone could walk in,” he warns, and you frown.

“I don’t care, show them how you fuck me,” you press on, and he shakes his head with a laugh, clearly turned on; his cock was harder than you’d ever felt it before.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” he says, fucking you roughly.

“Fuck!” You gasp.

He pounds into you so hard that things start falling off his desk, but you’re both into it too much to stop for anything. He kisses you roughly, your foreheads pushed together. Your head starts to fall back against your will, and he holds your jaw firmly, locking your gaze to his. 

“Don’t you take your fucking eyes off me,” he snarls.

He pulls out, and moves over to the chair that went with his desk.

He pats his lap as an invitation. You blush, knowing you’d never done anything like that before. He picks up on your hesitation and takes your hand.

“You’ll be amazing at it,” he promised, and you giggled. It didn’t take much convincing, you’d always fantasized about riding him. You just didn’t expect it to play out so soon.

He leaned back as you straddled him, positioning yourself onto his stiff cock.

“Good girl,” he coos, rubbing your back. You moan, adjusting to his length. You rolled your hips against him, causing him to throw his head back. A grin spread across your lips, amused by how easy it was to turn him on like this. You loved making him feel good. You rode him harder and his grip on you tightened to the point you were struggling to grind on him anymore. He pulled out abruptly, his cum getting onto your chest and stomach. You giggle, clearly pleased with yourself.

“Just wait until we get home,” he says to you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, catching your breath. It came to the time where classes were about to change, so you and Axl hastily cleaned up, rushing to get your clothes on in time. 

IM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THE DADDY KINK FIC AND ITS SO DIRTY IM BLUSHING AS I WRITE IT OH MY GOD

borrowing

Your eyes meet mine the lights are playing shadows right down to your collar Your love is calling, I’m praying you’ll do anything to stall her

Dim car. Green eyes. A bottle passed between the two of you. The conversation was short, quick. Smiles flashing quicker than a hiccup. 

We both have so-called responsibilities And others to answer to tomorrow But, right now, I'm begging you to be my safety The kind of love I can't return But I'm going to borrow

Up against the window. Skirt ruffled in a ball around your ankles. Skin on skin. Sweat. Nails digging into your hips. He was taking advantage. You were seeking comfort. You still loved him. He knew that. That’s why he played you so easily. His new girlfriend wasn’t giving him what he sought from you. You bit back the hurt at that word. Girlfriend. 

Tell me, how can a heavy heart be so empty? You left all your baggage on my step When you went and left me

His hand wraps around your neck until he finishes. Falls beside you, chest rising and falling. Stays like that for a moment. He pulls on his clothes hastily. He’s rushing. Coughs out an awkward goodbye. You step out of his car, pausing for a moment. His eyes lock with yours for a fraction of a second. Time froze. He speeds away. 

I'm sorry, darling I know he's yours I know you make him breakfast And fit between his arms

You run back inside. Tearing your clothes off, they felt toxic. Your skin burned where he touched you. It hurt. He hurt. You fell asleep, cradling the bottle of liquor you had still from the last time you met up with him. 

Tonight I’m borrowing a broken man I’m borrowing your perfect love

ok im getting my laptop n this blog is getting a makeover