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i must've died and went to heaven! what do you mean somebody is writing for AXEL WALKER AND AND AND they're good at it!!!! thank you so much, I owe you my life. I need that man to want me in an unhinged way, like, I need him to be in love with me but that won't stop him from doing the vilest things to get me. blackmail, trickery (lol), burn down my home, whatever it takes. (This is a request - no solid ideas, just, yeah, please and thank you <3)

⋆.˚✮ Be Sweet To Me ✮˚.⋆

Axel Walker/Reader, 5.1k words A/N: Hehe, we're one in the same, and I'm so so so happy to deliver, even if only 5 people, us included, care about this menace. Warnings: Dub-con: Blackmail, teasing, Axel just straight up being an asshole, a cringy, pervy, fuckin' asshole, in multiple way, verbal degradation -> high praise too though! Provocative photos, begging, swearing, jealousy, m!receiving oral sex, brief throat fucking, cock slapping, ball worship. Pet-names: babe, baby DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

📎[𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳]

‘𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚡’

For a good minute, Axel is convinced he’s still fast asleep as he dozily stares at the image of your scantily clad body through sleep-crusted eyes. He’d had this dream a thousand times before, but this time is different. This time is better. More detailed. Just like every time before now, he’s quick to reach his hand under his boxers, palming his already growing erection to the sight of your previously unseen curves. He can feel himself actually salivating as he counts your blemishes. Just when he finds himself wishing you’d pulled your underwear down even an inch or two more, you grant it to him, sending a second picture, the band now barely covering your arousal or the hand that’s playing with it. Tonight must be his lucky night.

The realisation dawns on him gradually, slowed by the growing levels of horniness trickling into his brain as he grows harder and harder under the caress of his own hand. When it finally hit’s him fully he yelps in pain, having accidentally clutched is cock to hard while shooting up into a seated position. The brief jolt of pain only further confirming; He’s awake. He’s awake, this is the real world, and you’re sexting him. You want him. Youwanthim!!! Fuck! He knew it! You always played hard to get but he fucking knew you were gagging for it.

The only thing that isn’t adding up to him is why you’re texting him when he’s across the hall and two doors down. Doesn’t matter. He’ll take the bait and close the gap for you. Stopping only to save the photos you’d sent him, slide on his slippers, and check his breath before speed walking to your door, uncaring if any of the other rogues catch sight of his half-naked body.

Dumbly, he tries the handle first, only to find it obviously locked. Can you blame a guy for getting excited? But when he proceeds to knock, you call out to him. “Go away.”

“What?” He replies quietly, confused, more to himself than you, before knocking a second time, louder, before trying the handle again, this time with more gusto. “C’mon, it’s me! Let me in.”

“No, Axel. Go away.” This gives him pause, and he takes a step back, staring at your door with frustrated bewilderment.

What’s your problem? What game are you playing? You’ve gotta be messing with him. “You texted me! I’m not going anywhere until you open this fucking door.”

On the other side of the door, you’re sporting a similarly confused and annoyed expression. Pissed to have been interrupted with your hands down your pants. You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you throw on a worn-out tee and reluctantly make your way over. You don’t know what trick he’s angling for, but sometimes with Axel, it’s better to play along and get it over with.

Your tensions are briefly eased when you poke your head out of the door. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to his comically oversized and fluffy slippers, but before you can let a smirk spread to your lips, your breath is taken away, tummy suddenly tight as your eyes roam over his tight-fitted boxers and the tent that is unashamedly standing tall. He must be following your line of sight because there’s a smug grin on his face by the time you look up at it. You’re quick to talk first while you’ve still got the nerve, and before he can hit you with one of his dumb pickup lines. “I didn’t text you. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Shut up! Yes, you did!” He shakes his head at you, acting far too incredulous for a man who’s knocking on your door in the middle of the night. “Why are you messing with me? That’s supposed to be my thing.”

“I’m not messing with you! Go back to bed.” With that said, you step back, ready to close the door and return to your nightly activities, but before you can, Axel wedges his prosthetic in the frame, preventing you from shutting it all the way. With his other hand, he flicks through his phone, repeatedly telling you to ‘hang on a sec’ until he finds what he’s looking for. “I swear, Axe, get out of my d- wait, what?”

He wasn’t kidding. Clear as day, the two pics you’d meant to send to your ex are sitting pretty in Axel's messages. On impulse, you lunge forward for his phone. To get a better look? To delete them? To smash it into a million pieces to save your complete and utter embarrassment? You’re not sure. Whatever the reason, Axel denies you access, holding it high into the air, out of reach and on full display for any of your teammates to get a good look if they decided to poke their heads out of their respective doors to get a look at the commotion you’re causing.

“Give it! Axe- Axel, stop! Give it to me.” You emerge from your room completely, trying and failing to grab his device, but he manages to keep it just out of your reach every step of the way, goading you on with each of your pleas.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Oohhh almost. Give it to you? You don’t have to fight me for it, that’s what I’m here to do.” The stalemate rages on, Axel practically laughing in your face with each of your failed attempts to win back some of your dignity. Many of your tactics result in your bodies pressing together. The flush that overcomes your body every time you feel his erection graze against your body only make you feel more apprehensiveness and frantic until one particularly bad ploy results in you falling flat on your ass, forcing you to take a breath for a moment.

“Okay, okay. Fine.” You point to your bedroom. “In.”

Axel doesn’t dawdle at the opportunity, hustling inside and settling on the end of your bed with his legs wide as he watches you follow a few seconds later, locking the door behind you and flipping on the big light.

“I-”

“-Didn’t mean to send these to me?” He finishes for you, having pieced as much together from your reaction, but as he stares at your form, picturing the body that lies beneath your shirt with more accuracy than ever, he’s determined not to let this opportunity pass through his fingers. “Who were they for?”

Your eyes sheepishly dart to the floor, your fingers pat nervously on the wall beside you. He doesn’t like where this is going at all. “You remember my ex?”

“That guy?!” The words pass his lips before he can think them over. Not that Axel has ever really been a ‘think first, speak later’ sort of person. But really? “He’s a fuckin’ dickwad!”

“That’s rich.” You bark back with your own hasty, and albeit somewhat defensive remark.

Even Axel can admit your insult isn’t unjustified, but still! He’s way less of a dickwad than your ex is. Not to mention funnier, better-looking, more attentive. How could you not see that?

“So, you’re like, what? Getting back together now, then?” He tries to sound cool, but he’s tapping his foot, agitated. Biting his lip near to bleeding as he waits for your answer.

“I… We… It doesn’t matter! Those pictures weren’t meant for you, you need to delete them.” You try to divert back to the subject at hand, but Axel’s onto you.

“Answer the question.” He demands, crossing his arms in an attempt to look serious. Or as serious as a man can look with slippers as fluffy as his bedhead and half a hardon.

“It’s none of your business!” As you speak, he can see you advancing on him, presumably readying for another attack.

As much as he’d like an excuse to wrestle you into the mattress, he wants an answer first, so he tries a different approach. “You’re so fucking sad. You know that?” He feels bad; he can see the hurt in your face as you process his words, but it has the desired effect, stopping you in your tracks less than a foot away from him. “Only losers send unsolicited nudes to their even bigger-loser exes.”

“They weren’t unsolicited. We’ve been sexting for a while.” You finally confess, voice as mousy as your disposition.

“But you’re not getting back together?” The slow, desolate shake of your head tells him everything he needs to know. He lets out a dry, deliberate laugh that he knows will rub salt in the wound. “You’re so desperate. But y’know what the worst part is?”

Your eyes are unintentionally narrowed. Not in a glare, just from blocking the light and looking down at his languished body as he kicks himself further onto your bed. The soft-lidded eyes accompanied by the pout on your lips would probably make a better man feel bad for hurting your feelings, but Axel thinks you look cute, and he takes a minute to savour it, knowing he’s about to make your expression twist with just five words.

“I’m not deleting the photos.”

Exactly as expected, your face sours with wrath; your eyes hardening as you zero in on him, lips pursed as you glower. You’re hot when you’re angry, too, and that’s the thought he holds onto as you pounce on him, attempting to pin him with your legs and grapple for his phone.

“Actually, you know what’s even worse than that?” He keeps talking between grunts and heavy breaths as he fights your withering body.

You’re warm and soft against him, the mishmash of proximity and your own strained voice as you try to one up him in any way you can has his heart racing and his dick hard again, and he suspects from your shortened breath and the smile you’re trying to hide that you’re enjoying the tussle more than you’d care to admit. “Shut up, Axel.”

“The worst part… is… that… you don’t need to throw yourself at jerks like that.” It’s a struggle at first to get his words out between your move set, but eventually he garners leverage, maintaining the grip on his phone while pinning your wrists between his steel fingers, above your head, which is currently pressed face first into your comforter. “Shit…” He can’t help but admire the view for a moment as he climbs over the backs of your thighs. Your shirt has ridden up, giving him an unobstructed view to the small of your back and the curve of your hips. Sure, it might not be the most scandalous sight, but combined with everything else that’s happened tonight, his admittedly high libido, and the fact that this is the closest he’s ever gotten to your body sans multiple layers of clothes, this is basically pornographic to him. “I know I sound like a broken record, but I’d fuck you.”

From this position, you can only manage to glare at him with one eye as you struggle below him, wriggling until only half of your face is against the bed, but damn is it a scathing look. “Stop it.” Your tone is just as biting, but as he leans over your back, pushing the outline of his bulge against your ass and getting in your face, he can see just how dilated your pupil is.

“No, I’m serious.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, rocking his hips, internally basking in the way your breath hitches as he rubs himself on your body. “You’re a stunner. It’s not just me who thinks it; you’re a fucking showstopper everywhere we go.”

Your scowl subsides, and you look away from him, embarrassed, but no longer telling him to stop either.

“Beautiful, funny… I’d say you were smart too, but after tonight, I ain’t so sure.” In synch, he laughs, you groan, but as he pulls back to let his giggling out, your hips unconsciously follow after him. It takes all his willpower not to call you out on it then and there, but he tucks it in his proverbial back pocket for later. “You could have your pick of litter.”

He keeps soothing you, working you back against the bed with the grind of his pelvis. The combination of your joint languid dry humping, and his cooing and humming in your ear keeps to distracted from his one-handed tapping at his phone until he presents you with the screen.

“Please…” At this point, your quiet imploration feels token at best. “Please just delete the photos and go away.”

“Nah.” His actions right now aren’t exactly in line with the whole ‘honour among thieves’ crap Cold is always banging on about, but honestly, he couldn’t give less of a shit. Before you is his Twitter feed, every news outlet he can think of already @-ed in the text box, both the pictures you’d sent him uploaded, and the ‘post button’ lit up in black awaiting the tap of his thumb. “You’ll have the whole pick of the world when I post this.”

The threat hangs thick in the air, the warmth that had been growing in your stomach simmering with equally arousing but far more consuming levels of dread. Your whole body growing stiffer and more closed off as you wait for him to say ‘syke’, but it never comes, so you say the one thing you hope is true. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would.” His answer is prompt and amused. Axel plays fast and loose with the truth all the time; you couldn’t trust a word he’d told you since the day you’d met, tonight included, but something about his confidence in that one statement has you convinced. Probably because you also know too well Axel’s tendencies for doing just about anything so long as it amuses him in the moment. Detriment be damned. “I really, really would. You know it too.”

Panic and vigour are building up inside your body; Axel can feel you gearing up to start fighting back again. “I’d be careful if I were you. Wouldn’t want to make me slip and accidentally send something out we don’t want people seeing.”

You don’t ease, but you close your eyes briefly, internalising his words, coming up to speed with his intentions before they open again, staring at him blankly as you ask between gritted teeth, “What do you want, Axel?”

“I want you take off your shirt, open that pretty mouth and give me a nice, long, sloppy blowjob.” To emphasise, he drags his hips against you with extra force, watching excitedly as your eyes twitch, struggling to keep them from rolling back as he presses his lips to your ear. “You know the kind I mean, right? Want you to make out with my dick like it’s your boyfriend. Your real boyfriend.”

“And then you’ll delete the pictures? You promise you won’t post them anywhere?” Your chest feels heavy. You should have seen this shit coming the moment he’d waved his phone in your face. You’d known from the day you’d met it was risky trusting him, but the real cincher as to exactly how fucked you were right now is that fact that you’re practically drooling. You’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that the substantial swelling in his boxers hadn’t stirred something inside you.

“Hand on heart, babe.” The words should be reassuring, but like everything he says, there’s an edge of mocking in it. Tonight, it only adds to your aversive arousal.

The proximity of his body as you’d wrestled hadn’t helped, nor did the fact that he smells intriguingly and pleasantly like blue-raspberry and musk. His hair is freshly clean, and yet to be styled, which means the chemical aura that usually permeates from him has yet to be applied. On more than one occasion, you’d felt your fingers itching to be threaded through the soft, fluffy mop of blond hair that frames his face whenever you see him like this. Really, Axel has never been unattractive to you, physically anyway. His personality lacks something to be desired, but there’s something about him tonight that’s doing it for you. Why yes, it has been a while since you got last laid, why’d you ask? Regardless, Axel doesn’t need to know any of that. “You’re so fucked up.”

“We’re all fucked up. Normal people don’t rob banks and scam rich old dudes for a career.” His reply is quick, dripping with ridicule. “Normal, decent people don’t send nudes to their exes or their coworkers.”

He doesn’t need to know that his degrading words, while stinging, are only fuelling your fire. “Normal, decent people don’t need to use blackmail to get laid.”

“True, but they should. It’s way more fun.” He concedes playfully, the harsh, metal grip on your wrists already easing. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Fine.” You agree, intentionally keeping your voice sharp as you attempt to move out of the prone position he has you curled into, but the moment you make to move he’s grip re-tightens.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” His denial briefly devolves into a mean-spirited giggle, one that makes both your bodies shake. “I wanna hear you ask for it. Nicely. Be sweet to me.”

“Oh, please, Axel.” You don’t even take a second to entertain the idea of not being a snarky, deadpanned little brat. “Please, please, please blackmail me into giving you a blow job.”

Credit it where it’s due, Axel laughs, knowing 1000% that he would have done the same thing were your roles reversed. “C’mon, baby. You know what I’m gonna do if you don’t play along.”

“Fine. Please… please let me suck you off Axel.” As you speak, you can hear him rustling behind you, kicking off his slippers and lowering his boxers. You give pause, unconsciously taking a second to imagine what is waiting just past your peripheral vision. “I wanna taste your dick. I really wanna make you feel good. I promise I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go, let me jerk you off with my throat.”

Your voice grows quieter and headier with each word as you give in to your inhibitions, muffled by your comforter as you burrow your face into it, resolute to hide the hint of truth behind your words. Timidity and all, your display pleases Axel enough to let you go. That or he’s too eager to reap his ill-got rewards to wait any longer. He makes himself at home on your bed, using your pillows to prop up his back, spreading his legs wide, accommodatingly giving you plenty of space to get between them. Not that you’re really paying attention. Your eyes are zeroed in on his cock; long and pinkish, the plush head already tarnished by precum in various stages of drying. He lets you stare at it, watching you with equal hunger as you follow the lazy pump of his fingers working the shaft.

“Bet you’re wishing you’d taken me up on any of my other offers now, huh, babe?” The smile on his face is the same insufferable one every member of the Rogues has wanted to slap off his face at least once, but right now it’s only adding to his exasperating charm.

Your only reply is a non-committal hum, but your lids are heavy, lips wet from being licked. You’re sure your appearance is answer enough. The fact you barely wait five second before you’re kneeling between his legs, lacing your fingers over his to aid the pumping of his cock certainly doesn’t bode in your favour either.

As you take over for him, the pompous look on his face begins to soften. He’s still smiling, eyes as unsettlingly wild as always, but they almost feel amorous as they watch you through increasingly heavy lids. Dusting of pink faintly begins to emerge on his cheekbones, his adam’s apple bobbing with each flurry of heavy breaths. You’ve never heard him this quiet for such a prolonged amount of time before. When you finally pull your top off, per his earlier instructions, he lets out an audible gasp, one that’s followed swiftly by an increase of pinkness to his cheeks. Despite the reverence that had overcome him moments earlier, he doesn’t wait or ask to reach out for your body. He’s still technically in charge after all.

It's your turn to gasp, nearly letting go of his cock as he runs the backs of his hands along the length of your torso, slowing to circle your nipples. It’s the dual sensation that sends a tingle down your spine; one hand hard and cold, the other soft and warm. But then there’s his lips, sealing to your skin in a myriad of sloppy, teeth-grazing kisses that really make you throb. With each nip and suck you press your thighs together, then apart, and together again, desperate for some form of friction, but still resistant to admit it. By the time his pierced tongue begins to swirl around one of your nipples, you’re about ready to start humping the mattress.

“I thought you wanted me to suck you off.” You remind him.

“Gimme a minute!” He snaps back quickly between teeth that are currently pinched around your sensitive bud. A moment later, he releases it with a wet pop, no doubt having left a bruise around the edges. He doesn’t look at you as he keeps talking; you’re not even sure his words are directed at you. They’re quiet and impassioned. “Waiting so long for this moment, I want to remember it. Those pictures were a godsend, but they didn’t do you justice. You’re so- fuck you’re perfect.”

He's barely finished sucking his mark into your ribcage when he finally makes eye contact with you again, crazy-eyes completely glazed over, spit glossing his lips. “Tell me you want me.”

In the heat of the moment, under his adoring gaze, it’s so, so easy to say things like “Oh Axel, yes! Of course, I want you.” And “I want you really bad, really fucking bad.” as you wrap his hair around your fingers, trying to decide if you’re really gonna lean in and kiss him.

Fuck it.

Really fucking easy, until he stops you, mid-pucker and asks, “D’ya mean it?”

He doesn’t bat a lash at the way your face furrows and your grip on his cock tightens as you remind yourself that the only reason, you’re in this situation is because he’s holding your fucking nudes for ransom. In fact, you’re sure you catch a hint of something sadistic cross his blissed-out eyes as you consider the situation.

“You’re the worst.” You tell him decisively. “But I mean it.”

Your attraction to him had always been there, bubbling under the surface, scratching through every time he’d made an inappropriate joke, or a badly thought-out pass at you. You just hadn’t realised or anticipated the ferocity of it until he was in your bed, purring at your touch and looking at you like you’re a god among sinners. Not that any of those facts made the situation okay.

This time, when you lean in to lock your lips with his, he doesn’t stop you. In fact, there’s fresh spirit in him. Both his hands detach from your chest, cupping the back of your head to pull you closer until your teeth very nearly clack together. He kisses you back like it’s the one and only chance he’ll get. To be fair to him, it just may be.

When you break apart, he’s sporting the same goofy smile he gives you when he’s trying to show off on the field. You’re not sure if it’s because he simply considers you another conquest, or if he equates making out with you to be on par with the same level of joy he gets from blowing shit up. Dwelling on it now won’t get you anywhere, so instead, you shuffle down the bed, allowing yourself space to lower your face to his cock.

The growing proximity makes you salivate. When you run your tongue from base to tip, it’s obscenely wet, the squelch ringing in your ears and driving the growing pressure between your legs. You just manage to wrap your lips around the head when you feel metal biting on your skin just enough to leave a lasting sting.

“Nuh-uh.” Axel sputters, his speech slurred with excitement. “Suck my balls first.”

You don’t hate the idea, but you feel your eyes rolling regardless, impatient to feel his cock at the back of your throat already, but you abide by his wishes/demands.

“You’re so good for me.” He mocks as you wriggle further up the bed, sliding your hands under his thighs and cupping his bony hips before you start lapping at his balls. They’re embellished with a layer of wispy pubes that tickle your tongue, and his shaft sits heavy on your flushed face.

“You like that?” He keeps goading as he presses the palm of his fleshy hand to his cock and begins to jerk it off, using face for half the job. “You like being a fucking sex toy? Like making out with my sac?”

“Ah-mmm.” Whatever you’re trying to say comes out as more of a muffled moan, distorted by the current placement of your lips. It has no audible effect, but you can see from the way his eyes roll back for a second at the vibration of your voice around his testes. It’s an oddly gratifying sight.

“Fuck yeah.” Axel hisses between his teeth before freeing your mouth for a second, just long enough to readjust everything and fill your maw again. “Yeah, you do. Fuckin’ close your eyes and get in there, make out with them.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Even freshly cleaned, they’re still musty, a distinct sweaty saltiness rubbing off on your tongue, but that doesn’t stop you from letting your lids flutter closed as you kiss and suck and lick at them, all the while he keeps jacking his cock off against your face. You don’t pay attention to the time passing, or how humiliating this might be if you thought about it for more than a few seconds. Spurred on by the porno-levels of moans and whimpers escaping Axel’s mouth, all you’re focused on is the mind-numbingly satisfying feeling of putting your mouth to good use.

It's not until he asks “D’you still wanna suck this thick ol’ cock?” That you remember the terms of your deal. Faster than you’d like, your eyes dart open, wide and excited, and he laughs at you again before using two fingers to wind his dick back, just far enough that it makes a notable thwack sound when it hits your face once upon release. “Yeah, baby? You want it?” He keeps probing, cutting off your answers by slapping his shaft on your cheek repeatedly until he grows bored. “C’mon that baby, swallow this cock.”

You roll your tongue over the length for the second time, making sure it’s good and sloppy before wrapping your lips around the pink tip again and letting your drool slide down it. Axel is getting twitchy, watching you with wide eyes, his legs restlessly moving and tapping on either side of you. His fidgeting doesn’t ease until you start to work your mouth further down. Like some kind of cartoon rabbit, he starts to tap his foot furiously as if trying to contain himself and all his excited energy until he splays his fleshy fingers at the back of your head and forces you to take his cock all the way to the back of your throat.

Instinctively, you shut your eyes, fighting against your gag reflex and holding back a quick sting of tears. When your lids finally flicker open again, looking up at him with wide, slightly reddened eyes and hollowed cheeks as he directs you to bob up and down, your hot, plush tongue diligently stuck out, and doing wonders to make him feel good, he’s pretty sure he can’t imagine a hotter sight. Truly something he’ll have ingrained in his brain until the day he dies, but…

“Hey, heyheyhey.” His voice gets softer with each repeat of the word, and he releases your head in favour of stroking your cheekbone until you nod at him, urging him to go on. “Close your eyes, again.”

Understandably, you eye him sceptically, brow line furrowing in a way that might look scathing if not for his cock sitting between your wet lips. No, you just look fucking sexy. Eventually, though, you fold to his whims again, briefly coming up for a big gulp of air before shutting your eyes and taking him again. This time, you grab him at the base, jerking his dick in time with the strokes of your mouth, a notion that’s clearly appreciated if the sound of his quick, hiss filled breathes are any indication. It’s magical to hear, a much-appreciated scratch to your ego. If it were physically possible, you’re sure your ears would be perked up. Which is why you instantly register another, dread-inducing sound.

𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺-𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚁𝚁

Until now, you hadn’t even really thought about the location of his phone. Not since you’d agreed to his terms. Rookie fucking mistake. The repeated flash is blinding as your eyes burst open, and you fumble frantically for the phone, but it’s locked tight in the grip of his cybernetic arm.

“Stop- Stop!” There’s genuine joy in his laughter as he pries his metal wrist from your grasp over and over. “Stop! I’m gonna delete the pictures you sent. I just need these for my own personal collection.”

He can see in your eyes a moment of serious contemplation as to whether you should bite his dick off or not and as kinky as that maybe be, he is very much relieved when you instead opt to unceremoniously pull yourself back up until you’re face to face again.

“And you’re not going to use these ones as blackmail?”

A pin drop would be deafening, as you stare each other down. Axel is the first to cave, glancing quickly at his screen and then back to you before shrugging noncommittally. “Sure.”

It really is his lucky night because he can tell by your face that you don’t believe him. He hadn’t exactly tried to be convincing, but seemingly, you’re resigned to your fate, at least for the time being, because slowly but surely, you, and with a solid look of disbelief on your face, you lower yourself back between his thighs and start planting open mouthed, spit coated kisses along his cock once more.

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