Me After Waking Up As A Normal Eighteen Year Old Instead Of Axl Rose's Eighteen Year Old Girlfriend

ORR maybe he is just really attractive and there's nothing wrong with me

I'm sorry but anyone who feels some sort of attraction to James Hetfield has deeply rooted daddy issues

that's *checks relevant poll* about ninety people. Get in the cruise ship we're going to therapy

doomed

☆ﾟ.*･☆ﾟ.*･｡ send u my love on a wire 💌

his tights

he's my baby i dressed him up

tf is he wearing 🤨

I'd like to remind everyone kirk has a blood kink! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

i NEEEED period sex with 90s kirk i know he would be into it i feel it in my bones,,,, hes so vamp

anon how the fuck did you sense i was on my period or smth…. currently laying in bed fighting for my life with a heating pad on me rn…

he’d be one of those mfs who finds out orgasms can help w period pain and he will not leave you alone after that. he’d find you groaning in pain one day w a hot pack to your stomach and would jump into action. when he makes his suggestion you approve, wanting to try anything to help yourself feel better at this point.

he’d run to get a towel to put under you, letting you keep the heating pad on your stomach while he works you. his nimble fingers would be stroking inside of you while he sucks on your clit, scissoring you open to slide his tongue into your cunt as well. when you look down to see a mix of your slick and blood on his face you feel like you might explode. kirk is having the time of his life, dedicated to making you feel better. he moans into your pussy, pumping his fingers faster and looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his, coaxing you into your first orgasm of many<333

i’ll finish this up later but i really am not feeling well. i’m sorry </3

"Mmm. Keep cryin' darlin', makes you tighter." He grits out through his teeth. "You- hah, you like it, yeah?" He shakes his head at himself loosing his own composure. "Told you I'd fuck the god out of you. We ain't done yet."

Remmick huffs above you, claws digging into your throat, hips pistoning into yours. The half-smirk he wears has been dipping all night, sweat dampening his brow. He's been switching between babbling incoherently and mouthing off the whole night.

He watched you like he was starved. And maybe he was- but not for food. Not for blood. For the one thing your daddy always said was sacred. Private.

Daddy told you men like him were the devil. All they wanted- the sweet little preachers daughter. Remmick's fingers hook around the lace on your church dress. Cock pumping deliciously inside you. Your daddy was right. The devil was awfully pretty.

The devil was also awfully persistent. He'd want to consume you- not just your soul, but something deeper. From the root inside you. Not just your womanhood. Your love.

"Shit," He murmurs, pleased, struggling between breaths. "This what you wear to your...ah-...Sunday service? Thought good little girls covered up. You wore this for m-me, yeah?" He toys with the straps, before diving down to your neck. Licking. Sucking. Before biting gently.

When you squeal, he chuckles breathlessly, before groaning when you clench around him. He makes a noise that's borderline animalistic- and you briefly wonder if your daddy ever taught you if even the devil could lose his composure.

Effectively, he can. Because even as he presses you against the wall, caged, trapped like a flightless bird- all you have to do is reach up and tug on his hair. And he hisses in raw pleasure, body tensing up, fangs protruding so far he has to bare them so it doesn't hurt him.

"Fu-fuck-, lo-love you-" He stutters out, claws clenching tighter around the base of your throat.

But daddy never told you the devil would whisper those three little words. Daddy never told you he'd kiss you so gently you'd cry. Daddy never told you the devil would knock on your window every night, beggin' to be let in, just to recite Irish poems and prayers while you sleep in his arms.

"Say it- please darlin', say it back," He tries to demand, but it sounds more desperate than anything. He's close. He's so close, holding on tight. He's pleading with you. You feel the heat building up inside you. The way his fangs struggle against your pulse point, drool slipping down, holding back. Forcing his mouth to pucker into kisses instead of biting.

"I love you." You whisper. If this is how the devil loves, you think you'd rather burn forever then ever let him go.

And when you cum, it’s violent. Blinding. You scream his name- not God’s. And Remmick whispers yours all the same, pawing at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he finishes deep inside. He doesn't let go. He never let's go.

His voice his hoarse when he just barely pulls away to look you in the eye. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

"Let me- let me stay like this- inside you, lovin’ you, bein’ yours- please. Just a little longer. Just a little longer, okay?” He strings together, giving you those eyes. His clawed finger lifting to your lip, tracing the contours, gaze flitting down to watch your mouth part as you speak.

When you give him the go ahead, nodding, body exasperated, he inhales with a shaky smile. He presses a light, chaste kiss to your temple, breathing you in.

You close your eyes, feel him throb sweetly inside you, and think maybe Heaven isn’t up above. Maybe it’s bloody, needy, and whispering your name in the dark.

How do you navigate being a fan of axl while there being loads of examples of him being a terrible person? Or is it a case of loving guns n roses music and the aesthetic but separating the person from the music?

I saw that he’d apparently raped a 15 year old girl and that was - disturbing to say the least to see :// idk, like nobody’s perfect and all that but I mean, cmon

Anyways just curious lol :)

thank you for asking this!! i kinda had an explanation of my feelings towards axl in my drafts but i thought i'd answer this instead.

axl is a very complicated person in my opinion. there are things he's said/done i don't condone but i think that's part of loving him. you have to be able to identify his flaws. it is certainly not just a case of "he's the worst person in rock n roll" but it's also not "he's an angel who can do no wrong" either.

he's an extremely flawed person who's made some bad decisions that have led to a bad reputation. however, he does express a lot of regret through music. he doesn't get enough credit as a songwriter because i feel a lot of people just reduce him to a corporate sell-out who runs around and screams on stage. but if you take songs like coma (i think coma is a perfect example of axl's remorse) and breakdown and even perhaps, the lyrics plainly and clearly give you an insight into axl's real feelings. they don't even need to be overanalysed. if you have any comprehension skills it's very easy (at least for me) to feel sympathy for him.

a few examples:

"When I look around an' everybody always brings me down Well, is it them or me? Well, I just can't see but there ain't no peace to found" - breakdown

"I've come to know the cold, I think of it as home When there ain't enough of me to go around, I'd rather be left alone" - breakdown

Now, I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure, and I like it this way - coma

Please understand me - coma

No one's going to bother me anymore No one's going to mess with my head no more - coma

But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stay? Maybe we'd be better off without you, anyway - coma

An' all this crass communication that has left you in the cold - coma

Hey, my sense of rejection Hey, hey Is no excuse for my behaviour, hey - perhaps

I've been so upset Harboring this hate for days - perhaps

a lot of the time i also use this as an example.

fairly self-explanatory...

i won't get into the psychology of axls behaviour or his mental disorders but his bipolar is a huge factor regarding his actions. i don't expect everyone to feel sorry for him or be patient with him because that is certainly not going to be the case and there are valid reasons why people don't like him: one in a million, his continuous lateness to shows, his unpredictability and his general assholery. but for me, he's an extremely relatable character who i look up to.

he's human and that's what draws me to him.

in regards to the claims made against him, i am well aware. admittedly, i also found it disturbing but upon doing my own research, i am not fully convinced. slash spoke about it in his book, from which i quote, verbatim: "The truth was, Axl had definitely had sex with the girl, but it had been consensual and no one had raped her. For my part I hadn't even touched her!" young groupies were, unfortunately, common and i do not condone that at all. it is one of the things about rock n roll as a whole, not just axl, that i find disgusting. people romanticise the groupie lifestyle when it was rife with underage girls and power imbalances. there is nothing i can do or say to fix that fact or defend it.

i personally cannot comment on his past relationships with erin/stephanie. i've never really concerned myself with that but i know the basics. however, i don't want to say that the abuse was mutual or that they were both as bad as each other because i have a lack of knowledge on the subject. i don't like to think that it was all axls doing but none of us were there. none of us know what actually happened and i don't have a whole lot more to say on the subject. yes, axl was never nice to women and that's another thing that i don't condone. but again, a lot of women in the scene were not treated with the respect they deserved. a lot of axls actions towards women can be transferred to multiple other men. that is not a defense, merely an observation.

i don't want to separate axl from guns - i don't think that's fair. if there's anything axl has done well in his life, it is his music. he was notoriously a perfectionist and it worked out in his favour music-wise. i believe he deserves all the credit for what he's achieved, despite everything else. he as a person and the music he created has helped me and many other people. it's a line so many people use but it's truthful: i would not be here without axl. not to get too personal, but if there's anyone i want to thank for saving me, it would be him.

i find him and his struggles extremely relatable, the environment he grew up in relatable, i actually even find his rage relatable. and i don't think anyone fully understands him, i don't think he understands himself half the time (maybe he does now but he certainly did not) but i think being able to relate to him on some level helps you sympathise more with him.

i do not expect everyone to like him. quite frankly, axl is someone that i feel a lot of people don't want to like because of how he's presented and i certainly don't expect them to take the time to find out any different. but i do know, that a lot of people who truly love him do not blindly follow. they understand there have been things he's done that were wrong. but, i see him as a person now, i see how far he's come and i don't think it's fair to reduce him to his past.

he may not be a saint but he is real. he's a real human being who's fucked up more than once because of factors he could and couldn't control. it's very difficult to love axl, but when you do you really get deep in it. there's no going back. i loved him when i was an impressionable thirteen-year-old and i continue to love him seven years later.

to conclude, axl is difficult. not everyone has to like him but i do and i don't believe that's going to change. he's doing very well now and i think people should focus more on that than things he's done previously.

evelinne

CAN'T BELIEVE I FOUND A BLOOD KINK JAMES FANFIC OMGGGG 😭😭😭😭