Please could you do an imagine on Axl rose ? (Present day 🤭)
Axl is on tour with guns and his wife (y/n) stayed at home this time. But for all of the tour she’s been sending him dirty pictures of herself , texting him dirty things , teasing him and even having phone sex with him at one point.
But it makes Axl pissed off because obviously she’s not there to please him physically.
Axl surprises her when the rest of the tour is cancelled and he comes home and just absolutely rails the shit out of her. Idk if you’re okay with this but could it be very rough smut ?
Like hair pulling , choking kink , dirty talk ,spit kink , Degrading , overstimulation and Daddy kink. LITERALLY ALL THE FILTHY SHIT 🤭😛
Thank you sm for reading this and if you can’t do it or feel uncomfortable doing it I 100% understand :3
i am quite sorry, this took way, way, wayyyyy longer to finish than i anticipated- with that said, I will divide this into two parts just to get something out
additionally- thank you so much for being patient and for being my very first ask on this account 💙
A/N: This is my first time writing smut- please bear with me 
TW: contains smut & rough sex, read the ask, you get the idea (everything but ‘daddy kink’)
tags: @tranquilitybasegrunge
After a tour gets cancelled, Axl surprises the reader with some rough sex
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Deciding to stay home for the tour was a choice that was practical for both Axl and (name). While he was on tour, she’d watch the house, take care of the cats… and have a little fun of her own- not that Ax knew of that last bit. She’d prepared the last couple of weeks in anticipation of this tour. A few trips to the mall for some sexy pieces of lingerie was apart of that plan.
After the first night of Axl being gone, she began sending pictures of herself- it started out innocently enough. Photos of her and the cats, sunsets, something funny she saw on the internet, but slowly yet surely, she began getting a little risqué. His responses only fueled her fire. She kept it up for days, the suggestive photos and texts, acting completely desperate for him. Which it really was only a partial act, the bed was starting to feel lonely without him, her fingers were no longer cutting it.
The climax of her fun was having sex with Axl over the phone. To hear his deep voice in her ear, encouraging her on. “You can hold on a little longer for me, can’t you honey?” “Oh..? Is it getting too much for you to handle? Too bad, keep going.” She kept those moments in the back of her mind, phone sex was going to have to become a constant thing. The gruffness of his voice always sent a pang of arousal through her whole body- it was borderline ridiculous.
Now, (name) was sitting on their bed, clad in a robe after taking a shower. Her phone was tossed carelessly to the side as she flicked through a magazine. She’d hardly touched it in a while, only using it to tease her lovely husband. Unbeknownst to her, the rest of the tour had been cancelled due to catastrophic weather that was meant to persist in the region. And of course Axl didn’t text her, he had plans of his own.
After a couple hours of mindless reading, she was about to call it a night until she heard the lock in the door click open. Fear immediately wracked her body- who was it? It couldn’t be Axl, he wasn’t supposed to home until weeks from now! Grabbing a hefty book- from the bookshelf her husband insisted on having- for protection, she slowly crept to the hallway.
To her absolute shock, Axl, as in her husband, was walking into their home. She was confused, didn’t he still have a few weeks left on tour? Then she flushed… she’d just sent him some rather risqué pics. And now here he was. Home. She put the book down.
“You’re home!” Was all that she was able to muster out. Axl looked up at her, a very… mischievous smile on his face.
“Mhm. Yup, I’m home honey.” He walked up to her, taking in her whole appearance, “You certainly got up to some fun while I was gone, hm?”
Axl’s hands ran up and down your sides, he slowly untied her silk robe. His deft fingers easily undoing the loose knot. He was taking this would be that last time he’d ever see her, “Lots and lots of fun…” he mumbled.
Heat crawled up the back of her neck and pooled in her lower stomach, “Yeah… I didn’t… Wanted to make sure you wouldn’t miss me.” She murmured as Axl pushed the robe off her body.
“C’mon honey.” He chuckled lowly, “Back to the bedroom. I owe you for all those lovely, lovely photos… don’t I?” Axl’s hand rested in the small of her back, guiding you back to the bed she was just in.
Anticipation wracked her nerves- Axl closed the door behind them, not that it really mattered. They lived alone, but it only made the impending situation all the more real. You sat down on the bed, looking up to be met with Axl’s gaze that seemed to penetrate straight through you.
“You haven’t been a very good girl as of late, have you?” He said in that low voice of his, which never failed to give her butterflies, “How were that cats? Not too many pictures of them.” She knew exactly what he was insinuating. She knew, that he knew what her little “motives” were for staying home on tour. And she was about to pay her dues.
She let out a shaky sigh, “The cats… the cats were good. Really good. Uhm…” She swallowed, watching Axl take off his jacket, tossing it on a nearby chair, “Dijon got into the treat container was all, he kinda splurged a bit.” Her breathy little laugh turn into a gasp as Axl roughly grabbed her chin.
“Is that so?” He mumbled, tilting her chin up, “Had to make sure. You seemed awfully… distracted these last few weeks.” He removed his hand, leaning in close, “All those skimpy outfits, the lingerie… you desperate little slut.” He reprimanded, “Did you think I’d let this fly, or did you want this to happen?” He said lowly, a smirk crawling up on his face.
She had enough decency to feel embarrassed. Her heart stuttered as his rough fingers crept up to her throat, not yet squeezing. He wanted to hear her response, “I- uhm… maybe I did know what I was doing…” She said, far too meekly. It only fueled Axl’s ever raging fire. She couldn’t deny how many times she’d gotten herself off to the sharp edge of Axl’s voice over the phone.
Axl leaned upright, looking down at her with disdain, “Really now? On your knees baby. You’re really in for it now.” She swallowed, already licking her lips in anticipation as she slid off the bed, on her knees and eye level with his crotch, “I can’t believe you. Oh how clever you are…” He left her to do the work of undoing his belt, followed by unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper.
“‘M sorry…” She murmured, looking up at him as she pushed down his hands, fingers going to the waistband of his boxers as Axl’s hand went to the top of her head.
He gripped her hair tightly, just enough to cause a bit of a sting, “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” He said with a smirk, “Better hope you haven’t lost any of your… talent in my absence* As she pushed his boxers down, half hard cock in her face, she felt a little embarrassed of herself. Here he was only half hard while she was feeling the most aroused she’d ever been in her entire lifetime.
“Go on.” Axl said tauntingly, “You know what to do.” His grip on her hair tightened. She leaned in, letting her saliva dribble onto her hand then giving him a few strokes. The smell of his natural musk only spurred her on further. He’d had a long flight home- and evidently hadn’t had the opportunity to shower.
She gave a kitten lick to his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Axl stiffened, breath hitched, but nothing more than that. Gathering more spit on her tongue before taking his tip in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock head, letting her saliva drip down his cock as she worked him to full hardness. Axl’s grip in her hair only got harsher and he got harder.
She pulled off with a wet ‘pop’ looking up at him. Axl only gives her a condescending look, “What’s that for, baby? You can’t take anymore than that?” He smirks, “I think we both know that isn’t true.”
She swallowed, heat creeping further up onto her cheek, “I- Yes… yes I can take… more.” Axl raised his eyebrow, conveying the underlying meaning of, ‘Then get to it, girl.’ Quickly taking him back into her mouth, she did her best to take as much of him as she could. Typically, she couldn’t take too much and Axl was usually pretty understanding. Not tonight.
(Name) felt Axl’s fingers gripped tight in her hair like usual, but it completely caught her off guard when he just forced her down, making her take his cock wholly in her mouth. It took her a few moments to adjust, tears pricked at her eyes as her throat began to be abused by Axl. Breathing became a bit of a task too, reminding herself to breathe in and out through her nose. Just as she was beginning to get rhythm, Axl pulled her off.
His fingers gently brushed along her cheek, “Good girl… now get that cute little ass on the bed. You’ve got a shit load to make up for, honey.”
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