Guns N Roses - One Shots, Preferences and Imagines

Axl's favourite hairstyle on you

There's no doubt about it that Axl has the silkiest and most soft hair. Which is why it's a surprise that he knows absolutely nothing about hair care. You will be fiddling around in front of the mirror with a lot of hair products, trying to decide which one is the best.
"Axl which one should I use?" You ask him.
He walks over to you, an apple in his mouth, and picks up a pink bottle.
"Try this one," he says with the apple in his mouth.
"Are you sure it'll work?" you suspiciously ask.
"Work?" he takes the apple out of his mouth, "I just want your hair to smell like strawberries."
You roll your eyes while he playfully nuzzles his face into the side of your neck.
"So when I do this, I can smell strawberries," his voice is muffled.
You run your fingers through his hair, eyeing the perfect strands in jealously, "well, what do you use in your hair?"
"You know what I use, I have the bottle in the shower," he says. You know what bottle he's referring to. But there was no way that one measly bottle of conditioner made his hair look like heaven.
Long story short, you tried Axl's mysterious conditioner on your hair. It didn't work.
He watched you day after day as you tried every single hair product you could find. Until one day when he was watching you get more and more frustrated with your hair he looked up from the magazine he was reading and said something, "you know, I once heard someone say that cum is great for hair."
"You are disgusting," you turn around and throw a hairbrush at him.
"Well if you get desperate, I'm right here," he muttered at you.

You honestly thought that only hair care would be your problem. However, the 80s being the 80s; Axl's desire for your hairstyle was wild and crazy.
"I don't see what's wrong with how my hair is now," you point to the ponytail coming from your scalp.
"There's nothing wrong with it baby," he places his hands on each of your shoulders, "you look beautiful."
"But?" you raise your eyebrows at him.
He pecks you on your lips before saying, "it needs to be... bad ass."
"Bad ass? What the-" you stop yourself before you get angry. You had heard of a bad ass outfit or even a bad ass car; but a bad ass hairstyle?
You sighed and looked at your hair in the mirror.
"It doesn't need that much work, maybe we can keep the ponytail," Axl stood behind you and tried to help you with the hairstyle. After all, he was the one who wanted it.
You and him spend at least an hour trying to get your hair right for the show. Until FINALLY you guys had completed it.
"Woah," his eyes are wide.
"Bad ass," you both say as you nod your heads.
And every time you do your hairstyle, Axl begs you to do it bad ass.