#axel cluney fanfiction

[bouncehousedemons]

No Tricks, Only Treats

Rating: E Pairing: Axel Cluney x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Anxiety, fear play, mild smut Word count: 600

Summary: A haunted house experience with the one and only Mr. Axel Cluney.

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[sweetbillwriting]

The Stranger I Love

The Finale Chapter

Characters: AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) from Deadpool 2 played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Warnings: 18+, smut, alcohol, drunkeness, toxic relationship.

Notes: Thank you for reading, liking and reblogging this story. A story inspired by all those guys with messy backgrounds and who never get help to process it.

There was something really sexy the way the long leather coat moved with Axel's movement. The coat made his body even longer, paler and made his tattoos appear more black. The movement of the coat followed Axel's natural laid back style and the impression became astonishing. I had helped him do his makeup, in the style of his favorite horror character. It suited him so well I thought to myself that he should wear it again, to spice up our already hot sexlife even more. I was dressed as some sort of beheaded demon woman. It didn't really matter, it was just fun to do a really great make up look.

We were at a club with several of our friends. It was Halloween and all of us thought it would be fun to just celebrate it. Axel hadn't had a costume for years but he said it would be fun to do it with me because I was good at such things and it was fun to help Axel do his look. We had been together since April, but had acted as a couple ever since he came that Christmas Night to my parents house. He had called his father over and then the both of them spent the rest of the night with us. It felt so natural and his father knew my parents so it didn't become stiff at all. But even if everything was so good I wanted to wait to really be a couple with him until everything had come to an end with his ex. Waiting until she had moved out all of her stuff and the cats were in Axel's custody. I also wanted to wait because I was nervous to actually sleep with him. He would say such filthy things to me sometimes, whisper how he wanted to take me, how much he craved my pussy but even if it was so arousing I also became really nervous of it. I wondered what he expected of me and what kind of a lover he actually was. I didn't really dare to mention it because I was afraid to lose him for being so rigid. I thought he probably liked crazy girls that were totally free in their body and mind.

The third time he asked me to be his girlfriend I said yes. His eyes lit up like two stars and he gave me that irresistible dimpled smile.

"Really? Finally?" He said. We sat on my couch and I had my legs on his sweatpants dressed legs.

"Really really. I love you, Axel," I smiled and was rewarded with a deep kiss.

"I love you too. Everything about you, Theo," he whispered close to my ear, kissing me again and dragging his hand from my thighs up to my waist. He was easily affected, probably even more so because I had held him at distance and he had already started to get hard in his sweatpants. I felt the nerves in my stomach rise up to my chest. I knew it was time now, not just because he wanted but because I really wanted him.

He kissed me again, deeply and searching. Like he wanted to crawl inside me and it was in a way just the thing he wanted.

"Fuck baby… I'm already.. But it's okay if you want to wait. Totally okay. I just want you to know how fucking hard you make me."

He dragged my hand to his crotch so I could touch his member through the fabric. Even if I was prepared for him to be big I was still surprised when I felt the thick outline. I felt my pulse travel down to my sex and how my mouth watered. I had never craved to suck a guy's dick but for the first time I craved the taste and the essence of his cock.

"I want you in my mouth," I whispered and looked at his face. He looked up at me with heavy eyes while I dragged my palm over his erection. He smiled with an exhalation and put his thumbs in the elastic of his pants. He looked at me to check that I hadn't changed my mind but I just smiled.

He let go of his sweatpants for a moment to pull off his white t-shirt and then he pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers, kicking them off. He was completely bare while I sat fully clothed. His thick, tattooed cock laid up and to the side just waiting to be touched. Axel had started to breath much more heavily and looked at me expectantly. It felt strange to have him totally naked on my couch, even if I liked it. I still had all my clothes on so slowly I started to take off my black dress and pantyhoes. I did it slowly to taunt him and Axel licked his lips and dragged a palm over his erection.

"Fuck me…" he said when I was finally naked. I wasn't surprised that Axel was transfixed on my tits.

"Fuck I want my cock, my face, my balls between those tits." He said it like it pained him.

I giggled at his words and his expressions made me feel so sexy, even if I rarely had felt that emotion before. I straddled his lap while being careful to not touch his member and looked at his fascinating face. The eyes, the lips, the little nose. The scars. How did I get this piece of art to love and desire me?

Axel kissed me again, slower and more sensual this time but I could feel one of his hands on my chest while the other hand guided his cock between my pussy lips so he could drag it in my wetness. He made a little sound between our kisses when he felt how wet I was.

"Your pussy is yearning for me… I can feel how it needs to get full right? Really full, not like your pussy ex did… Your pussy deserve a real fucking cock baby…"

I couldn't stop myself from giggling because he said it all with such a serious tone, like he was a doctor giving me his diagnosis. Axel smiled a little because he knew I liked what he said. Then he spanked my ass and I made a shocked sound but giggled again.

"I know what you need, don't laugh at me. This is serious shit. You need my cock. You deserve my cock."

I looked at his face and he gave me a hooded gaze that dripped of sexual propose. It made me crawl down on my knees between his thighs and take that extraordinary cock in my hand. I looked at it closely, every vein, the funny tattoo, his balls and the blushing shiny tip. He had leaked precum and it looked inviting in a way a cock never had before. My fingers didn't meet when I held it in my hand. It really was thick and I knew it would be a struggle to blow him. Axel had probably seen what I was thinking and said to me softly that I should take it slow. I smiled at him and watched his face intensely when I surprised him by dragging his cock between my tits. Axel made a surprised sound and smiled. Then I licked it several times from the root up to the tip where I teased the underside of it. It was a struggle to actually blow him, I couldn't deep throat but did my best and Axel seemed pleased anyway. He had leaned his head back and spread out his long arms over the head rest but changed his position when he suddenly took his cock in hand and slapped my face with it.

"Didn't know you were such a slut… Fuck, you just pretended to be so innocent…" He said with a low deep voice and to my own surprise I moaned from his words and began touching myself.

"Are you touching yourself? Playing with yourself?" He slapped me again in the face with his hard cock and put his foot up on the couch table.

"Slut, come on, lick my balls and ass, don't be shy." Without even thinking I did what he said. I had never teased a guy's asshole before but with Axel it came so naturally. I didn't know then but he had felt the same, he hadn't dared to ask his ex to do it but with me it just came out natural.

He suddenly dragged me up from the floor with a strength I wasn't prepared for, he pushed me down on the couch and spread my legs.

"Just fuck me," I said pleadingly and it made Axel smile. I thought our first time would be slow and careful, like I would lose my virginity a second time but I was way too horny, way too comfortable with Axel to have it that way. He pushed into me with force which hurt a bit but the pleasure took over. He never slowed down, he never let me miss out on that strength and passion he had in him. I came twice just by his glorious dick.

×

Axel had a bad habit of playing with my tits as soon as he had been drinking a bit and he did it at the Halloween celebration too. In front of all the people standing around he hugged my tits and sang a made up song about them. I just giggled because I've gotten so used to his behavior. I was just glad he didn't stuff his face between my tits as he had done in front of my father at a summer party in their yard. When his song came to an end he decided we needed more to drink. I was occupied by waiting on our beer when I heard Axel;

"Oh fuck! Jesus! Oh shit, you're a mad woman."

I couldn't keep myself from walking to his side to see who it was and came eye to eye with his ex. Misha. She was a really gorgeous girl. She looked so effortlessly hot, like she had just gotten up from bed like that. Even if she was hot and I could see that she looked at Axel with a flirty undertone, I didn't get worried. My self esteem had always gone up and down but I really felt such a trust in Axel. I knew what we had was special. Just the night before he declared his love and said several times that I had "touched his soul". She could flirt however much she wanted but our love wes so strong that he probably didn't even notice her flirting. Axel introduced us to each other and I gave her a friendly smile, even though I could see her eyeing me up and down.

She asked to talk to Axel alone and I thought to myself that she should apologize for the cheating, even if they had broken up now. Cheating is never okay. Even if Axel told me he wasn't hurt by it, it had given his self esteem a bit of a blow. Axel said yes but he looked at me right in the eyes and then kissed me several times. I knew I didn't need to worry.

I sat with our friends around a table in the bar area of the club. I watched Fred's zombie painted face while he told a story from his younger years at the club. We all laughed just when Axel came up to us. The others made room for him on the couch but he just shook his head and smiled a little.

"I'm just going to borrow my wife for a moment. We will be back soon. Is that okay?" He asked me. I had already started to stand up and just gave him a smile and took his hand in my.

We walked to the entrance and walked out into the cold air. Axel lit a cigarette which we shared and then he took a deep drag. I could see on his face that something bothered him, but I knew I didn't need to worry.

"I don't know," he suddenly said and dragged me closer to him. "It really doesn't matter but… I was with her for three years… I just thought we would get a better ending."

I nodded a little and laid my hands on his chest.

"What happened?"

"She said she was sorry for… being with that guy so that was good but… She still didn't understand. She just started to nag me about telling my story to her."

I sighed a little and shook my head out of annoyance directed at her. Axel had just told me and his father everything about his uncle, the home for troubled youth and Zoey. Wes and Charlotte knew some but far from everything. It was Axel's story to tell, not something you were entitled to know.

"Babe… Just because you have changed doesn't mean she has. You have worked hard to change, to become a better person and she doesn't seem to understand that she needs to evolve."

He took my hand and kissed my wrist and sniffed it with closed eyes.

"I know… I know… But I really thought she and I would meet as adults for once."

He laid my hands behind his neck and dragged his hands up and down my arms. Even if Axel had been through so much he really tried to see the good in everyone. I didn't think his ex was bad but she clearly still saw herself as more important than Axel, that it was her story and he had a supportive role. We joined the others when Axel had calmed down but I knew he wouldn't let it go that easy. He really just wanted a good ending but Misha wasn't ready for that yet. Maybe because she still had feelings for Axel. I saw it on her face when she said hello. She probably wanted Axel to be that supportive character again. A bad boy, with a motorcycle and more tattoos than you could count. The problem was just that Axel was much more than that and couldn't fit into that little role she gave him. Still Axel wanted closure.

×

One year later…

We sat at one of the benches Oscar and Axel had put up by the fields. The sun was already low in the sky and gave a warm light to the orange and red surroundings. Both Axel and I wore comfortable clothes, made for forest and outside activities. His hair was soft and free from products and his mustache was thicker than it had been before. I could see small lines around his eyes he hadn't had when we met. He was beautiful, a man without so many boyish qualities anymore. But in mind he would always be a wild boy but no longer a lost boy. He had covered up all of the names on his body, all of them besides Zoey. Misha had become a pumpkin, Mateo a spider. Alexis a lizard. Rebecca had become a skeleton rising from his grave. It wasn’t anything I had said about it, he just wanted to leave all that behind. "Why do I have names of people on my body that don't care about me anymore?" He had said and kissed my nose. I didn't want him to tattoo my name either. Instead we had matching rings on our fingers. Cheap rings we bought on a trip. Promise rings as Axel said to everyone. He was determined to make me an honest woman but wanted us to be able to afford a wedding first and right now we had other projects.

I sat with my legs in his lap, playing with the soft curl on his neck while we watched our two wild dogs run around on the field. Pacino and Margarita. Pacino was a husky and was so alike Axel. So beautiful and regal-looking but just a goofy clumsy boy under the surface. Axel said Margarita, a dachshund, was like me. Clingy and loveable. Tired in the mornings and weird in the evenings.

We had two dogs and four cats. Rocky, Axel's oldest cat had passed away a few months ago and Axel had been depressed for weeks. But still there were many animals and my apartment was too small for us.

"Did you tell her about the house?"

Axel had met his ex while he visited Charlotte but it seemed like it actually was the ending he wanted.

"Yeah, of course she was sad but it wasn't a big deal. She even asked what kind of house we would build."

Axel and I thought about living in the house but I felt a bit weird about it but then Oscar found mold in the whole basement. It wasn't meant for us to live there so instead we had torn down everything and were in full swing to build a new house for us on the ground.

"But what does she do now?" I asked and continued to play with the curl.

"She just takes spare jobs and travels. She said she needed that. To see things. To grow up and leave all shallow things behind."

I smiled genuinely. It was nice to hear about a person finding their place.

"Good for her. Really. So she was just home for a while then?"

"Yeah to meet the baby. Her brother's and Charlotte's baby."

He dragged one of his big hands over my thigh and smirked a little.

"When will we have a baby?"

I laughed and moved his hand back to my thigh when I felt two of his fingers tickle my pussy over my leggings.

"We already have six. I even have seven."

Axel clicked his tongue and faked annoyance then he touched my core again, dragging his finger along my slit.

"I will wait then. But can we practice making one?"

His skilled fingers made me change position on the bench and I welcomed his wandering hands.

"Sure…" I said smiling, both at his words and fingers.

"I would be the best dad," he said and stuffed his nose between my neck and shoulder. He was right. With all his experience and work he had done on himself he would be the best dad. And also the funniest dad.

"Yeah you would be that. The best dad ever." I lifted up his face so I could kiss his luscious lips.

×

[ill-skillsgard]

Blue and Yellow - Epilogue - Axel Cluney

Warning: 18+ Smut, mentions of violence, a car accident, blood and the death of an animal.

Summary: Four years they spent searching cars for each other. A/N: I wrote the epilogue before posting the last chapter of Blue and Yellow, to hold myself accountable because most of my readers know how shit I am at keeping promises when it comes to delivering them. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 +

I left the party after midnight, much later than I expected. I had my last cocktail at ten and planned to hit the road by eleven at the latest, but I was cornered by Lacey, a colleague from the college with one of those voices that went from loud to louder. Lacey was also incessantly chatty, and her social gauge flew wildly from left to right, six glasses of rum and eggnog deep.

Lacey asked me why I hadn't brought a date. I would have told her the truth, but I didn't want any of these people finding out more about my life than what was necessary. They didn't need to know I still lived with my mom or that I spent my nights watching MGM movies on cable, taking smoke breaks during commercials for whitening toothpaste. I'd spent years keeping my personal life under wraps, so I didn't get invited to parties where I had to pretend to have a good time while coworkers I cared little for blabbed about their domestic lives.

Instead, I made up excuses. I told Lacey my boyfriend had a conference out of town, and she bought it with another sip of her spiced beverage. Lying was my only source of entertainment besides TV dramas, and it was much more fulfilling. The lies were always the same: my boyfriend travelled for business, and I spent my free time knitting on the couch. Sometimes the lies varied, but never too much that I forgot who I'd told what. One day, it was knitting, and the next, it was crochet, then macrame a few weeks later. I'd get a small rush from venturing outside the lie's parameters, and that's when I knew my life had indeed become a parody. When fibs became lies, and the lies grew into tall tales, it felt like I was living in a movie of my own making, which satisfied me until now. How sad was my existence that telling Lacey about my fake boyfriend made me giddy?

By the time Lacey lost interest in my stories and snapped her attention on somebody else, it was quarter to twelve, and my eyes were heavy. I left the party quietly and hoped my mother would be asleep by the time I got in. Isadora was retired now, and all that made her life exciting was making sure mine was not. She'd have a dozen questions about my night, and I didn't have it in me to weave together a story that would make her eyes roll.

Winter disagreed with my old Kia. I turned the ignition, and the engine squawked and shuddered like an old bird in a rusty cage. I waited in the frosted box while the heat kicked in after twenty minutes, rubbing my hands together and fogging the inside of the windows with my breath. I was impatient, and once an oval of clear glass appeared at the bottom of the windshield, I backed out of the parking lot of the Marriott Hotel where we'd had our Christmas party. I'd had my qualms with the location, but since I was the only one out of town, my concerns had gone unaddressed.

I drove the empty highway with my high beams on, but the onslaught of snow rendered them useless. The road curled to the left, and I slowed to a solid ninety kilometres until it straightened out again. My only relief from the snow was the occasional overpass. I used the short-lived break in the snowstorm to orient myself with what I could see of the lane indicators. The roads whited out quickly, and the lines became vague notions. It was up to me and the guard rail to figure out where I was supposed to drive. I gripped the wheel until my fingers grew sore and tried to relax while other, faster cars pulled by, the drivers probably gawking at the idiot who couldn't handle a little winter.

Strips of the blackened forest closed in on both sides of the highway, and three lanes condensed into two narrow sides. I clung to the right hoping nobody came up behind me for the rest of the stretch. I couldn't wait to take the exit and drive on lazier roads, but before the left turn, I coiled around the stilts of a bridge, and a sudden collapse broke my concentration. I thought somebody had dropped a boulder onto my car from the bridge, and slammed on the brakes. The car spun around and struck the guardrail sideways, deploying the airbags on impact.

Snow piled onto the windshield, and something heavy prevented the wipers from budging. I struggled out of the car, disoriented, and first saw the headlight and bumper dangling off the front of the Kia like a hangnail. If that had been the only damage, I might not have screamed my throat bloody. Lying on the crumpled hood was a large buck, hoofs scraping the metal as it struggled to right itself. Its belly had opened and spilled a trough of red and purple innards over the mangled grill, steaming in the frigid air. Snowflakes landed on its wet nose and melted. The buck's antlers carved lines through the snow on the windshield as it thrashed and then died, panting.

I shrieked and cried until the snot frosted my upper lip. The guilt filled me to the throat with nausea. I apologized until the creature's last breath and cried long after it went limp. In minutes, a thick measure of snow covered the ground with no signs of letting up. A black SUV passed by and ignored the tragic scene. At least they has the decency to slow down and change lanes. My fingers seized while I tried to slow my breaths, making it impossible for me to clutch my phone to call anyone. Another vehicle passed and left me in the powder with a two-hundred-pound deer splayed across the mangled hood of my car. Nobody wanted to stop on the highway in the freezing cold to help someone who had just slaughtered an animal.

Before I willed myself to relax and call the police, two circles of bright light blazed through the whipping snow. A transport truck had spotted me in the distance and slowed to a stop several meters from where I stood behind the Kia, unable to face the carnage still letting off steam in the dead of night.

Minutes passed, and nobody exited the truck. I thought they had changed their mind or sat there deciding whether helping me was worth throwing off their schedule. I'd had enough of people ignoring me and walked up to the front of the truck, waving my arms. Finally, the driver's door popped open, and a pair of boots hit the ground. The snowfall slowed, and I could see the dark outline of a man approaching.

"You alright?" A muffled voice yelled.

"Y-yes," my voice cracked. "Yes! I... I hit a deer. It's awful."

The man's face was covered with a bandana, and he had a black toque pulled over his ears and brow. Only a bar of his face showed. I dropped my hand that had been pointing at my car, and he squinted through the flurry. He pinched the point of his bandana and pulled the material away. My mouth dropped open, and I tasted the ice in the air.

"Sabi?"

"No fucking way," I said. "No goddam way."

"Never thought I'd be scraping you off the side of the highway, Miss Asta."

"Axel!" I cried and launched myself into his arms. "Oh my god. I can't believe it's you."

All at once, my worries were gone. Out of anyone who could come to my rescue, he was the last person I expected and the only one I completely trusted to make it right. The relief of not having to break down in front of a stranger stoked my tears afresh, and once the panic subsided, I sank into his warmth. He smelled like gasoline and fried food, a heavenly combination when it came off his clothes. Axel held me in front of him and covered my burning ears with his hands.

"Now, why'd you go and hit that poor deer? What'd he ever do to you, huh?"

I blubbered until Axel said he was joking and pulled me back into a hug, pressing my face to his chest.

"I'm kidding, honey. Those dumb bastards always come flying out of nowhere. They've got a fucking death wish, I swear. I just hit one last month. Thing launched itself onto the road for no good reason, and you can't exactly slam the breaks on an eighteen-wheeler."

Despite the nature of his words, the voice that spoke them filled me with a sense of safety. Axel walked me to his truck and helped me climb inside. I clambered over the driver's seat and sat in the passenger side, waiting for him to follow. Once he pulled the door shut, we looked at each other, and all the things left unsaid put us in a chokehold. He reached for a thermos, twisted off the lid and held it out to me.

"Want some tea?"

I took the thermos and sniffed warm honey and lemon, took a sip, and sighed as the liquid warmed my throat. Axel turned to the dash and smiled to himself. We sat in a silence that had stretched over four years. That's how long it had been since I left him. He still looked the same except for a few more lines around his eyes when he grinned. Yet, he still seemed unfamiliar, like a stranger who showed up in your dreams after you'd only passed them on the street. Sitting inside the massive truck while the snow blotted out the windshield filled me with deja vu. I counted down to the moment Axel plucked up the courage to turn back to me, his smile replaced with sorrow.

"Do you think this was meant to happen? Not you smoking a deer, but me finding you in a precarious situation after all this time?"

"It certainly would be a full-circle moment."

"Are you alright, Sabi?"

"I think so. Just shocked."

"Me too. Y'know, every blue Kia hatchback I've ever passed, I'd always check out the driver, never once thinking I'd actually see you. But when I saw your car up ahead, I got this sick feeling in my gut. How weird is that?"

I chuckled and held my tongue about how I too would spot black Monte Carlos, hoping to see Axel behind the wheel.

He grabbed a pack of American cigarettes off the dashboard and offered one to me. I declined, and he rolled down the window an inch before lighting one.

"Camels? Odd choice," I said.

"When you drive back and forth from the states, options change."

Another smoke-filled silence pushed us into stiff positions on either side of the truck. I looked around briefly and saw Axel's bunk strewn with blankets and clothes. I snapped my eyes away from the mess as though I'd peeked into his private office and waited for him to stub out his cigarette.

"I'll call someone if you like."

"Shouldn't we call the police?"

"Yeah. You'll have to make a report, and they'll probably send an ambulance to check you out. Might be a couple hours of trouble."

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I can go back in my car and wait. I don't want to drag you into my mess."

Axel scoffed at my ridiculous suggestion and touched my knee. I turned rigid from the contact.

"If anyone owes you a drag through a mess, it's me. No, put that thought out of your mind. I'll stay here with you all night. Unless you wanna hitch a ride with a tow instead?"

"I'd rather stay here."

"Thought so," said Axel. "Why don't you give them a call, and we'll wait in here where it's warm."

"Thanks, Axel. I'm relieved you're the one who found me."

Axel pressed flat against the seat and clutched the steering wheel as if holding onto it would save him from falling. "I'm glad I found you too, Saberrah. I gotta say, I've spent a lot of time looking. Maybe that's fucked up to hear, but it's the truth."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You were right about everything. Featherfall had nothing for me, and once you were gone for good, there was only one smart thing to do."

"What was that?"

"Get the fuck out of there. I took the first job I found. It started with unloading trucks, then led to another thing, and soon I was driving them. Now I drive all over the place by myself, and it's given me lots of time to think."

"You always did love driving," I said.

"Yeah. Sold the Monte, though. Got a whole eight hundred dollars out of her, but it was enough to get me started."

Whenever I pictured Axel Cluney, I always thought of him driving around in his dad's car, living in the same apartment, and working under the table at Arty's shop, maybe fighting. On the darker days, I imagined he'd died or suffered too many concussions to hold a proper conversation. He had proven my theories wrong.

Axel had me call the police and offered me something more potent than tea before retracting the offer if the cops decided to run a breathalyzer on me. But he stayed with me until a tow truck hauled my Kia away to a scrap metal graveyard. We watched from the comfort of the cabin and when the police and wildlife management gave me the clear, he asked if he could take me home. Axel had a load of skids waiting for delivery, and though he wasn't bound by a schedule, his kilometres counted towards his pay.

Something went bouncing off the walls of my stomach when he suggested dropping me off. It was too shameful to be panic and too sharp to be nausea. I had only just started uncovering his new life, and to cut our talks short now would leave me more unsettled than I'd been for years.

Axel wasn't used to my cues anymore and took my silence for residual shock and exhaustion. When we arrived in the city, he said he couldn't drive the transport on any suburban roads and that our chance meeting would have to end at a rest stop.

The better half of my brain told me to get his number, while the other half longed to blurt out all the things I'd imagined myself saying to him if I'd had a chance like this. I was mentally equipped to do neither of those things and cursed my cowardice.

"I can get you a cab to your house from here," said Axel.

I picked my fingernails in my lap and nodded without looking up at him or saying thank you.

"Or you could hang in here for a little longer. Though I have to warn you, I'm getting pretty sleepy, and I'll have to pass out soon if I'm gonna leave on time."

"I shouldn't keep you. You've already helped me so much, and I should get to sleep soon too. It's been quite a night."

"Wanna check out the bed?"

At first, the question seemed innocent. We were familiar, and taking a tour of his truck seemed an excellent way to prolong our interaction. Then, I looked up at him, and his eyes glinted in that way I'd never forgotten. They told me to dare him, to remember how astute he was with his hands, how he'd retained every bit of knowledge about what I liked. I couldn't help myself.

Axel chased me into his bed, and the smell of his sheets transported me to Featherfall, to his big, empty apartment with the lone painting of the coal miner and his cat, Chupa. He undressed me first before taking off his clothes, and we looked at each other and how almost nothing had changed.

And truly, nothing had. Axel was still the same man he was when we'd first met. He fished around on the floor for a box and found one condom inside. Axel laughed when I raised my eyebrow and said that life got lonely on the road and safety always came first. He rolled the latex on and whimpered between my legs, hand around his hard cock.

"Wish I could feel you for real. I hate condoms."

"Me too."

"Look, Sabi... If we fuck tonight, everything will change. I won't be able to live without you."

"We've done it before," I whispered, leaving Axel unconvinced of my sincerity.

"I can't do it again... Go back to that life, I mean. Without you there."

"Neither can I, Axel. I want to stay with you. I don't need convincing this time."

"Promise? You won't fuck me and take off?"

"I won't."

He hovered over my body, lips floating around mine. His voice went cool as the Winter air. "You'll stay with me?"

"Yes, Axel. I'll stay."

"Good, 'cause I missed you. Missed this pussy." Axel rubbed the tip of his cock between my lips. "Fuck, I need it now. I don't care if it's not raw the way we like it, baby. I'm so goddamn hard."

I gasped when it went in and clutched the blankets while he gave me a few minutes of animalistic pounding. He slowed down, laid on top of me and kissed my neck until I laughed from the tickle. Then he pulled out and muttered about how I always made him come too fast. I tried to apologize, but he smothered my mouth with his.

"It was always hard not to blow too quickly with you. Remember those nights I'd get so close and pull out at the last second?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, I don't want to fucking pull out anymore. I wanna fill you. Every night. I want you to belong to only me."

How could I tell him I hadn't been with anyone besides him in the four years we had been apart? It was a sad claim and one I'd lied to others to cover up, and I saved the fact for another time when we weren't slapping our hips together and absorbing each other's moans in our mouths.

"I don't want your cock inside anyone else ever again."

"Of course, mama. Never again."

"And that ass is mine, too."

Axel shivered and flashed a wicked grin. "Oh, honey. I think about that day like every time I play with myself. So good. Mm, I wanna be your bad boy again."

"Take the condom off," I said.

Axel's movements stammered, but be kept going, hands around my waist to anchor our groins together.

"Are you sure?"

"I haven't fucked anyone after you." There went the truth, out in the open. Axel cocked his head.

"You mean I can feel that wetness all over my cock again?"

"Do it."

"Yes, ma'am," he sang and snapped the rubber off like a slingshot before plunging back inside me. This time, every ridge, fold and vein rubbed together, and Axel really couldn't hold back. Before he came, he asked, "if I bust now, can we fuck again? I'll be a good boy and suck on that precious little clit until you cum too."

Axel made me feel like fire and ice battled under my ribs. My heart fluttered when he talked. The sight of his body filled me with a longing I'd thought long dead.

There was nobody for me but Axel. I had tried running, telling myself I'd find another man who made my skin ripple and my heart sing, but those were lies. I'd never lie to myself again. He crouched above me, all angles of his face turned up in delight while we made love for hours. Axel hadn't lost his stamina or gone soft from days spent traversing the country behind a steering wheel. It was like nothing ever changed, and the four years between us were really just long days spent preparing to reunite again.

We slept in his truck curled together like it was our last day on earth. When it was time for me to go home, Axel gave me his phone numbers, all three of them. One for his personal phone, and the other two for his work phone if he didn't answer. I gave him my address to find me after his trip, and I could tell he was skeptical as his eyes flew from the receipt I wrote it on, to my face and back.

"You don't mind if I come to get you in a few days?" He asked.

"I want you to come. Just give me a call before you show up so I can make sure I'm home."

"Alright, babe. I'm sorry to leave you again, but duty calls."

We kissed goodbye outside of the rest stop washrooms before I got in the back of a cab. I watched Axel becoming smaller out the back window, and he watched me drive away. When I could no longer see him, I turned around and sighed. Tip me on Ko-Fi (if you want to)

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Fell in Love with a Girl

Description: Axel helps his girl overcome her biggest fear, gaining a new favorite canvas.

Warnings: Needles, body image issues, sexual content (you must be 18+ to ride this roller coaster), references to spanking

Note: This is technically a continuation of this imagine, but you can read it as a standalone and it will make sense. The title is a reference to the song by The White Stripes.

Usually the tattoo parlor buzzed with activity on afternoons like this, “Back in Black” pounding over the speakers as the artists rolled up their sleeves and leaned over their human canvases, executing the visions of their clients better than they could articulate them. But on this particular day, Axel had closed the shop early so he and his girl could have the place to themselves. He told her to pick something to listen to, knowing she was more of a Fleetwood Mac kind of girl than an AC/DC fan. She was tense as she took her seat in the chair, watching him arrange everything he would need on the cart beside him. She swallowed nervously, picking at the soft leather on the arm of the chair with her fingernails and trying not to think of the needle.

She had done everything he told her: she’d moisturized her skin and kept herself hydrated and had forced herself to eat a substantial lunch even though her stomach had been sick with nerves for days. “I don’t want you to pass out in my chair,” Axel had warned. It was the last thing she wanted to happen. She had seen how pale he was after she fainted trying to get her flu shot at Walgreens that one time, and it would be so much worse if it happened here, in a situation where he would surely blame himself.

Even though she was terrified, she kept thinking how much she needed this—for him to use her as a canvas the same way he did those other girls who came into the shop, already tatted up and each of them so bold and excited for him to get to work. Only this time it would be his lover, and every time either one of them looked at the black lines on her skin, they would be reminded that she was his girl—his only girl—and she had trusted him with her biggest fear.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you know I think it’s hot,” Axel said the morning after she first brought up the idea of her getting a tattoo. He was standing in front of the fridge wearing a grey tank and his boxer shorts, drinking orange juice out of the carton.

“I’m not.” She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and pushed it into his hands. He blinked at the glass as though he had never understood its purpose, then poured some juice into it.

“Then what made you change your mind?”

She wasn’t sure how to explain it. Each of his tattoos told a story about who he was, even the crudest ones. She loved the way they turned his body into something more than flesh—into something on which to hang those stories, like paintings in a gallery. She loved the way they distinguished his body from every other man, how she could follow the map of signifiers with her tongue and find the various little spots that made him moan.

The girl in the locker room at the gym had caught her eye immediately. She had watched her towel off and rifle through her backpack, completely unhurried and unashamed of her own nakedness, a wild spray of flowers blossoming all along the curve of her hip and trailing over her lean thigh. She wasn’t sure if she was jealous of the girl or infatuated with her. On her way home, she had imagined Axel working on a tattoo like that, sitting for hours as he seared his artwork into the girl’s skin, listening to her chatter about this piece she wanted to get under the curve of her breast, or that piece she had on the back of her neck. As the endorphins from her workout wore out, she felt so frustrated that her own phobia kept her from sharing that kind of moment with Axel.

She wanted to look in the mirror and admire her lover’s artwork stretched across a part of her body that had always made her feel self-conscious. She would never be as lithe as the girl at the gym. She had more curves than she liked—plenty of soft parts that Axel loved to grasp and squeeze but which never matched the ideal body she pictured in her mind. She had started to think that a tattoo would help her look at her body the way her lover did, as something to be admired.

Axel stared at her quietly as he leaned back against the fridge, holding the glass of orange juice like it was two fingers of whisky. She didn’t know how to answer his question.

“It’s as much for me as it is for you,” she finally said. “I promise.”

But now she sat in that chair feeling like she was waiting at the office of a very strange dentist, imagining every needle that had ever pricked her skin and listening to her heart pounding in her ears over the sound of Stevie Nicks’ vocals. Axel’s hand closed over her own.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was soft, but reassuring. “I got you, okay?”

She looked at him and tried to put on a brave face, swallowing hard. “Okay,” she said.

Axel studied her for a long moment and leaned over, cupping her chin in his hand as he kissed her. “We don’t have to do this,” he murmured against her lips. Her heart beat even faster.

“I want to.”

Even though her voice sounded small, Axel could tell she was sincere. He nodded and straightened up. “I gotta grab a few more things,” he said, then gently tugged on one of the belt loops of her jeans. “These are gonna have to come off.”

Her throat felt dry even though she had been drinking nothing but water for two days. She watched Axel disappear into the back of the tattoo parlor. It was the simplest, most obvious request, but it made her feel like a teenage girl about to lose her virginity to her boyfriend. She kicked off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans. It felt so wrong, sitting there in the shop wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her cotton panties covered in pastel polka dots. By the time Axel returned, her cheeks were flushed pink even though the rest of her face was pale and she looked as though she was going to be sick.

Axel sat down on a stool and tried to keep his own misgivings from showing on his face. He’d had plenty of squeamish clients before, but they were just clients. Usually they brought someone else along to hold their hand and talk them through the process while he focused on getting the tattoo done, preferably quickly, if they could tolerate it. This time it would be his girl sitting there, scared shitless, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to comfort her and work at the same time. He needed to give her something else to focus on.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked.

She nodded a little, chewing on her lower lip. Axel wanted to say to hell with the whole thing and capture that lip between his own teeth instead, but he didn’t let on.

“Let me show you what it’s gonna look like,” he said. They had talked about the design for weeks, compiling a list of her favorite kinds of flowers and debating on what colors she might like if she ever decided to have the tattoo filled in later. He showed her the design, holding it over her soft skin and pointing out the one dahlia blossom she had agreed to start with on the part of her thigh that would be the least painful. She smoothed her hand over the design and looked at Axel.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, her gaze darting toward the tattoo gun on the cart beside the chair.

Axel had an idea. He smoothed his big hands over her thighs and gave her hips a squeeze, enjoying the give of her curves under his palms and the way her body became so responsive to his touch. He pushed her panties out of the way and leaned down, kissing her along her pelvis and stopping just above her center.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and tell me if you need a break, right?” he asked, pulling her panties off completely and tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans.

For a moment, she couldn’t make a sound. She stared at him with wide eyes, nodding.

“Hm?” he asked as he nipped at her skin, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You’ll tell me to stop?” He wanted to make sure she understood, that she wouldn’t push herself too far in an effort to be brave for him.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to squeak out a response. “Yes, I will.”

Axel kissed her skin one more time, sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. He sat up and put on a pair of gloves, then started prepping the area on her thigh with alcohol.

It felt cold on her skin, but all she could think about was how the lower half of her body was completely naked, how the stubble on his face had tickled her skin as he kissed her. She had watched other girls get thigh tattoos. They usually pushed their jeans down just far enough for him to work, keeping themselves as covered up as possible—even the ones who looked at Axel as though they secretly hoped he would suddenly whip out his cock and tell them to get on their knees. She felt the leather seat below her bare ass and tried to concentrate on something other than her own arousal that had gathered between her legs when he had kissed her. She felt so exposed, sitting like that in the tattoo shop, where there would usually be half a dozen people sitting around. It was only her and her lover now, but it still seemed so dirty.

“You’re the prettiest canvas I’ve ever seen,” Axel said as he traced the design onto her skin. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe the sweet things that came out of his normally filthy mouth. It made her heart flutter. He finished transferring the design and had her look it over for approval. Even though it was only a single flower, she couldn’t believe how beautiful it was—the way its delicate petals looked like they were opening, shining with dewdrops and framed by leaves.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered in admiration.

Axel winked at her. “That’s because it’s you,” he said. She thought she would melt into the chair right then as he turned to prep the tattoo machine. “Lay back and try to relax, sweet girl.”

She leaned back in the chair and did as he instructed, squeezing her eyes shut so she wasn’t tempted to glance over at what he was doing. If she saw the needle, she felt certain she would call the whole thing off. She thought instead of how she would trace her fingers over the design later, a tangible reminder that she belonged to him, that he loved her so tenderly. His smooth voice interrupted her reverie.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he said. “Here we go.”

She inhaled sharply and tried to relax as she felt the sting of the needle on her skin. It wasn’t as bad as she imagined, but her heart began to race and she forgot to exhale.

“That’s my girl,” Axel purred. “Keep breathing for me, okay?”

She exhaled then, and forced herself to take slow, steady breaths. The pain began to subside after a few minutes and was replaced by a strange numbness. Her skin still smarted, but it felt manageable, and as Axel continued to talk her through it, she began to relax. She thought about how he sometimes slapped her ass during sex—how she would yelp, but always pushed her ass into his hands afterward, wiggling her hips and hoping for more. Once he had given her such an intense spanking that her ass was red for days. She couldn’t sit at her desk at work without it smarting and reminding her of him, of how he could turn pain into pleasure. She felt her face growing hot as she thought about it now, a gentle throb of desire drawing her attention to the place where he kissed her.

“Talk to me, kitten,” Axel said, glancing up at her. Her brows were furrowed together and her eyes were shut tight as she took slow, ragged breaths.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled.

“I’ll be done before you know it.”

He finished the outline and began shading the design, speaking soft words of praise and encouragement as he did so. He wanted to get it over with quickly for her, but he also wanted to get it absolutely perfect. Though the design was small and relatively simple, he did some of his best work that day. Sometimes when he finished a tattoo, he felt it was nothing more than a picture. But this one was a work of art. He added a few final touches and looked up at her. She didn’t seem to realize he was finished.

“All done,” Axel said, setting his gear aside and taking off his gloves with a snap.

She opened her eyes, blinking as though coming out of a trance, not unlike those times when he had fucked her out of her senses. “Already?” she asked.

Axel held back a grin and nodded. “You did so good,” he said, pushing the cart aside. He splayed his hand over her stomach, caressing her there before slipping his fingers down between her legs, dipping them into her arousal. A soft gasp escaped her lips, as beautiful and sweet as she was. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t want to irritate the area he had just tattooed. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her something lovely to think about whenever she remembered her first time. He stroked her with his long fingers, watching her body arc in response to her touch.

“Relax, baby,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

That became their ritual from then on. Axel would close the tattoo shop early on a weekday afternoon and paint the canvas of his lover while she lay naked in that chair, content to let him do whatever he wanted. The blossoms spread out along her thigh and arched over her hips, coming to an elegant frame over her most delicate parts. They bloomed over her ass and flooded with color, deep shades of purple and pink that stood in perfect contrast to her flesh. When she’d had enough for the day, he’d cover the area with a bandage and make love to her. Those times were sacred, and he never felt closer to her than he did after she let him tattoo her skin, because no matter how many times they did it, she was always afraid. But she trusted him enough to let him do it anyway, and he loved her for it.

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[jocelynscloset]

One more from me..unless you'll take more lol Axel asking you out for your first date..

It was a warm summer day when you stormed into the body shop with your broken car key in your back pocket and your detached muffler in your arms. A large bald man was at your side in seconds, asking you if you needed some help carrying the muffler and what the matter was. He gave you a few moments to calm down and take a few deep breaths and you told him that the muffler fell off of a used car you just bought and that your key broke when you tried to unlock the door to at least get your purse out. You told him that you walked two miles here to the nearest mechanic to get some help since AAA said they’d be at least two hours. 

The man nodded in understanding and whistled at a mechanic across the shop who was working on a different car. “Hey man, can you go grab Axel? This lady needs some help right now and I think he’s the only one who welds around here.” The other man nodded and disappeared for a moment before returning with a very tall and lanky man covered in tattoos. This man, Axel, walked up to you, offering his hand to shake before helping you stand and introducing himself. 

“My name is Axel Cluney, I’m the head mechanic around here. You said your car’s broken down a few miles from here?” You nodded, sneaking a look at his toned chest through his netted tank top. “Okay, do you mind driving with me in my truck and showing me where it is? I’ve got tools in the back and I can get it started well enough to get it back here to work on.” You agreed, and within 15 minutes you were standing next to your broken car again.

“So, do you think it can be fixed?” You asked after a few minutes of him inspecting different aspects of the car. He had brought a set to pick your car lock so you could grab your things and then hot wired it to check the controls. 

“Yeah, I think the engine is fine and the controls are all functioning. The muffler must have been attached too loosely. It’s newer than mot of the other parts, so I think someone just screwed up during the last fix. I’m gonna pull it to the shop and get it put back on and working again.” You sighed a heavy breath of relief, resting your hand on his forearm and smiling up at him. 

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would have done if it crapped out.” He recoiled from your touch at first, but slowly relaxed before nodding. 

“Of course. I’ll drive you back to the shop with me and call you a cab to get you home.”

Once you were safely in the cab and on the way back to your apartment, you looked at the card for the shop he’d given you so you could call and check on your car. However, you hadn’t noticed when Axel had given it to you that it also had his phone number on the back. 

You smiled to yourself tucked it neatly into your purse pocket, the butterflies beginning to flutter in your tummy at the thought of him. 

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[bill-skarsgalactic]

Heat wave - (Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist AU)

Okay, the mere idea of posting this is terrifying and I’m swallowing down nervous vomit as we speak, but this blog was started with the intention of sharing some of my writing, so here we go?

Before we get down to business (to defeat the Huns), I just want to thank the handful of people who were kind enough to give me a little nudge: @dreamtherapy @sweet-hot-latte, @asfanfiction, @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk and @honeysugacube, @skarsgarddreams , @bohemianfortunes (Y’ALL ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO READ THIS, I JUST APPRECIATE YOU!)

Also, I know I promised Bill fluff, but you’re getting Axel fluff... which is sorta, kinda the same thing?

Title: Heat wave

Short description: Axel and his girl are just trying to make the best of the heat wave.

Warnings: mild drug use.

The heat-wave that hit the city was uncharacteristically warm for autumn and nothing short of pandemonium ensued, as it always does when the weather takes people by surprise. We spoke about it as if it were an omen for something much greater and more sinister to come, and our daily lives went out the window as we opted rather to live like it would be our last day.

No one went to work and the masses split between staying indoors where the air-conditioning could protect them from the sweltering sun, while others took to the street in as little clothing as possible in the hopes of catching a rogue breeze.

Axel and I bought some bud from the guy who owned the corner store and retired to his apartment. A giddy, childlike energy flowed through the two of us as we threw his windows open as wide as they could go and slipped a vinyl onto the second-hand record player I’d gifted him for his birthday.

An upbeat tune floated through the stifling air, while Axel stacked a bong and I pulled two beers from the mini fridge, taking a moment to revel in the feel of the icy air that emanated from its depths.

With the bong stacked, we lit it and took turns taking long pulls. We trapped the musky smoke in our lungs, chasing a more potent high until we both cracked up and sputtered.  The sight of our scrunched faces was too much and our sinuses stung as the smoke traveled up our throats and out our noses, erupting in billowing clouds that momentarily obscured our faces.

Not long after, the euphoria kicked in, perfectly juxtaposed by the calm that dripped from the top of our heads like molasses.  Laughing at absolutely nothing at all, Axel leaned forward and pressed his flattened palms to either side of my face, squishing my cheeks together until my lips puckered. With my lips puckered in his grip, he pressed a bruising kiss to them and our teeth clashed together as we giggled through it.

The heat of the day was intoxicating. It wasn’t suffocating or swampy, it was dry and bright and it felt like summer vacation, like a day spent at the creek, like cicadas chirping tirelessly and sun-kissed shoulders.

My hands snaked around Axel’s neck as we swayed to the music, lost in a haze of bubbling joy. My fingers scrunched the fabric of his tank top into bunches under my fists. Once I had a significant amount of material in my grip, I tugged it up and over his head so that he stood in front of me, all spectral and covered in tattoos that had started to blur at the edges.

He laughed at me, a laugh from deep in his gut that reached all the way up to the corners of his eyes, where his laugh lines crinkled like tissue paper.

My hands reached for him and I tugged him towards me by the waistband of his loose jeans, my dumb fingers prying at the button trying to get it loose of its loop. Axel’s smile didn’t falter as he gently moved my hand away and undid the button himself, unzipping his fly in the process and letting his jeans drop to the floor and puddle at his feet. He stepped backwards out of them, stumbling only slightly as he did so. He then stood there in nothing but his blue, plaid boxer shorts, looking at me expectantly and I wasted no time, stripping myself down to my own underwear too, never once breaking eye contact with him.

We stood there quietly for a moment, smiling at each other and studying each other’s bodies like two children playing 'doctor'. Studying the curve of our bones under our skin, the veins that splayed up our arms, the scars marking a life time of mistakes and lessons learned, the birth marks, the freckles, the hairs, the creases, the dimples the lumps and bumps, everything that made us two uniquely different individuals.

Axel’s arm left his side and he held his hand out to me - an offering – which I gladly accepted, his pale palm dissolving into my tanned one, like milk in coffee. His rough palm enclosed around mine and he pulled me towards him, our bodies snapping together like two magnets. Being wrapped up in him felt like slipping into bath water that was too warm, it left me light headed but it was soothing and I couldn’t bring myself to move away.

We began to dance, slowly at first, completely out of time to the upbeat tune that thrummed around us, and then suddenly faster and faster until the two of us were spinning around and thrashing like fish out of water. We giggled maniacally at the absolute insanity of it all. Our laughs eventually came out in erratic, exhausted puffs as we struggled to catch our breath. We were too caught up in the moment to realize that we were completely depleting ourselves of energy until we both collapsed on the hardwood floor, drawing in deep lungfuls of air between fits of laughter.

[therangersmistress]

Help.

I have so many disgustingly good thoughts about Roman, and Merkel and Axel and Mickey... I mean the list goes on. And I’m a very open person, I’m that person their friends wish WASN’T so open, but for some reason writing smut, like, terrifies me. I feel like I’m just gonna come across too clinical. Like a fucking robot who’s just discovered sex for the first time. Oh this is where that goes? Who woulda thought. 🤷 So please, loves, help a girl out and send me all your smutty asks so I’m forced to get over this fucking irrational fear of mine. Thank you.✌️ 

[alphabetbill]

Axel Cluney Alphabet- Your relationship with Axel (Zeitgeist, deadpool2)

Here’s a list of headcannons from A-Z about what your relationship with Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) would be like/include.

(Pretend Axel is still alive, and still in X-Force) (Movie version not Comic Version)

(Designed to be X reader)

Requested/suggested/inspired by @peakyrogers​ 

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Note - if flagged with an *asterisk* that means it’s suggestive/NSFW

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A - Affection

Axel is affectionate, and a very silly guy. He’s not too good at being subtle and you think it’s funny.

The way he is affectionate is more casual and not necessarily intended to be affectionate, rather he just does it as an unconscious movement. Eg. sitting with one arm around you, kissing you, hugs, things like that. 

He usually kisses you on the cheek before leaving to do anything at all, even getting up to get something or do something requiring only a few seconds of his time away from you.

Axel is definitely the cuddly drunk type. When he’s tired or drunk his affection rate skyrockets and he becomes basically inseparable from you.

He has a personality that is very much like a puppy, loyal and kind, but goofy. He can be protective, and also quite attention demanding. 

Due to his ability to spit acid, he is very careful about anything he does around you and it makes him all the more sweet,

If you’re lying down on the couch, he will definitely sit on you until you move over. 

B - Buying Gifts

If Axel were to buy you a gift off the top of his head without you asking or telling him what you want, he’d know instantly what to get you. Axel pays close attention to things you look at and things you like, and makes mental notes to remember to check it out later, even after you’ve forgotten.

He’s very sweet, definitely would consider buying a slab of beer as a gift.

C - Comfort

Axel is a quiet comforter. Big hugs. He would sit down beside you and let you vent to him for hours if it made you feel better because when you’re sad it makes him a little depressed. He especially is saddened when you don’t tell him what’s wrong because he doesn’t want you to suffer in silence but at the same time doesn’t want to pressure you into telling him.

Sometimes he lays down with you on the bed and lets you fall asleep, because sometimes sleep is the best medicine for stress.

He tries to cheer you up, cracking jokes until eventually he coaxes out that smile he loves so much. As soon as he sees that smile, he knows he has a chance at making you happy. 

When Axel is tired or stressed, you like to make things easier for him by doing things he usually would around the house, and just holding him and letting him vent out his stress if he needs it.

D - Date

You and Axel aren’t particularly the type to go out on dates, but the ideal date for you and Axel to treat yourselves to would be to go out for dinner and then to see a movie, or to a bar for some drinks. Sometimes you go to arcades and compete against each other, or you go to amusement parks.

Sometimes you tag along on Axel’s missions with the X-force (even when he discourages it) particularly when he’s going to be gone for a long time.

You know how to handle your own and kick ass, but that doesn’t stop Axel from worrying about you constantly. Wade keeps nagging you to join the force and wants to recruit you, and you want to join, but Axel strongly disagrees. Maybe you’ll start your own? Who knows.

E - Encouragement 

You and Axel are both encouraging of each other and what you do, but you often worry about Axel when he’s out on missions and you aren’t there. Axel isn’t a very serious guy and it wouldn’t take much for something to go wrong with him. 

Axel adores you. Fricking adores you. His heart would stop if yours did kind of adore. He is very encouraging of your dreams and ambitions but is always worried, always keeping an eye out for you and ironically keeping you out of trouble when he’s the one in it. His position puts you at risk of harm from any enemies he may have.

Axel is usually fearless and quite reckless at the best of times, but always careful with you and wants you to be happy, but most importantly safe.

F - Fight

You don’t fight very often but when you do, it’s usually petty and because you’re both tired. You snap at each other until it gets on your nerves and you end up shouting. The funny part is that most of your arguments are completely dumb and so easily resolved but you are both too stubborn or lazy to just fix it. 

When you’re mad at him, you make him sleep on the couch. Your apartment is cold, so that is usually the best way to lure Axel back and force him to apologize to you because after one night, he already misses you.

G - Gestures

Axel usually makes you breakfast, or breakfast in bed (particularly if you’re on your period). You sleep in at every chance you get and he’s always there to hold you and usually keep you there, trapped in his arms or underneath his weight, only letting you go after you threaten to pee on him if he doesn’t let you go to use the bathroom.

You hold hands when walking, or even just when lying down or sitting next to each other, as a reminder that you’re always close.

When he’s away and you aren’t there, you talk on the phone for hours when he’s available until you fall asleep on him. 

H - How you sleep

Axel is a bed hog.

He moves around in the night and when he’s not half crushing you, he’s taking up the entire mattress until you are forced to use him as a pillow. He takes the duvet and you call him out on it, sometimes you wake him up just to let him know he’s being a hog and you want the blankets too.

When he’s not taking up the bed, yeah, he’s half crushing you. It starts out with the two of you going to bed, hugging with you against his chest and then yeah.

 Axel definitely snores. He denies it 100% even if you give him proof.

I - Impression (first impression/how you met)

You met because Wade had asked you to help organize the X-force team, despite his best efforts to get you to actually join it having failed. 

When you were sitting with Wade and Weasel conducting the interviews for the X-Force team, after deciding you had a bit of an interest for the guy, you suggested recruiting him and from there your banter turned into undisguised flirting and then yeah.

Axel thought you were hot stuff. He thought you were cute and he wasn’t going to stop until he had you under his arm. You at first had thought he was a bit obnoxious but he grew on you eventually.

J - Jokes

You guys have a few inside jokes, and always keep each other on your toes with quick remarks and comebacks. The banter is relentless but always good-natured. 

K - Kids

At some point, yeah, Axel would love to have kids with you. You dream of getting a place together and raising your children. Maybe three kids, who he can share his love with evenly.  

L - Love

Physically, Axel loves your smile. It lets him know you’re happy and content with him, and it’s always nice to know that he can be the cause of your happiness. Otherwise, he’s deathly in love with your stubbornness and your witty charm and round-the-clock ability to come up with a comeback for him at all times. 

M - Memory/moment

Axel’s favourite moment with you had to be the first time he ever slept at your house, in your bed, just holding each other. It had been a long time since he had been so intimate with someone he cared about, and he was so glad it was with someone who knew who and what he was, and accepted it.

*N - Nudes*

Yeah. Especially when Axel is away on a mission, and is needy. That only encourages him and gives him a reason to get home safe so he can *ahem* see you.

O - Optimist level

Axel is a full time optimist even if he doesn’t seem like it. He’s optimistic but in his own way. 

The jokes and the banter are a tell-tale sign that you guys are both pretty optimistic all the time.

Between the two of you though, you’re probably the most optimistic because Axel has the habit of overprotecting you from things he even remotely thinks might hurt you.

P- Period

When you’re on your period, Axel usually cuddles up with you all day, force-feeds you pain reliver medication if you won’t take it, and makes sure you’re at maximum comfort. He rubs your tummy and sometimes plants little kisses there.

He’s kind of bewildered at the fact you have to do this every month and you don’t die????

Axel calls himself a ladies man but he doesn’t understand women at all.

Q - Quality time

Quality time is usually spent in bed, doing nothing. Doing nothing except for being there in the moment. Quality time is also spend having sex, or more precisely, *making love* to prove your bond

R - Romantic

Axel is a hopeless romantic and has no idea what the hell he’s doing but he does it anyway. Everything he does is romantic because it’s the thought that counts.

*S - Sex*

Often. Usually every night but maybe you give it a miss every now and then. It’s usually passionate and fiery and needy, but then other times it can be slow and gentle, it really all comes down to what you’re both in the mood for.

T - Trust

You trust each other blindly, but of course sometimes there are moments of jealousy or bitterness towards others who might threaten your relationship. Being away so much of the time creates room for doubt, but at the end of the day he always comes home to you and you know that everything is okay.

Axel trusts you, maybe not with your own safety, but he trusts you deep down beneath all that protective instinct.

U - Understand

There are some things in life better left misunderstood, and the things and thoughts that run through Axel’s brain might just be one of them. You understand each other’s humour the most, and since the both of you have a similar profession, you understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses and work extremely well together.

W - Wedding

Your wedding would likely be small but severely awesome. The X-force would be there, Wade might shed a few tears or a few appallingly called for jokes, a LOT of alcohol and by the end of it you’ll be lucky if you can even remember. It might be minimalistic but certainly memorable, and it will definitely be nothing short of amazing.

*X - X Rated

Does Axel have any kinks? 

I think he’d be down for a bit of domination stuff, but it would all depend on what you guys are in the mood for. He’s definitely primarily dominant in the bedroom but is perfectly happy for you to take over.

Y - Young and beautiful - how long will you last?

Oh, Axel can’t find anywhere in his list of plans where it mentions anything about letting you go. As far as he’s concerned you two a glued to the hip and anyone would have to go through hell before taking you from him. You’re the ultimate power couple and the X-force are perhaps even way more supportive of your relationship than what the two of you are.

Z - zing!

How’s the excitement level?

Fighting crime or going on other thrilling escapades together? Always on the run or always doing things that risk your lives? When does that ever NOT get hectic?

You lead a very exciting life together and it’s all very fast paced and action packed, so you had better be prepared for one hell of a ride?

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Masterlist

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Last updated: May 4th 2021

Bill Skarsgård:

Fics:

The vendetta

Overstimulation

Listen to daddy

Suspicious minds: part one , part two

Roman Godfrey:

Fics:

Daddy’s lap

Drabbles:

Roman being Roman

Gordon Merkel:

Fics:

Remedy: part one , part two, part three, part four part five

Drabbles:

The lies will keep you safe

The coat

When in Moscow

Axel Cluney:

Fics:

Dive bar

Drabbles:

Drag racing

Car troubles

Axel ft AHA

Willard Russell:

Fics:

No Good (complete): part one , part two , part three , part four

Henry Pearl:

Drabbles:

Going down on you for the first time

Mickey:

Drabbles:

Subby!Mickey series:

Being a good boy

Punishment

The game

Winners and losers

The cookie incident

The parents

The reward

Office hours (part one)

Office hours (part two)

Soft Mickey things

A Valentine’s treat

Alexander Skarsgård:

Eric Northman:

Drabbles:

Patience

When Pam and Eric met Roman

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Lady Lust: A brothers!Faust & Axel Fanfiction

Sooo I finally got around to posting the next chapter of this 😂😂

And sorry the header and the “keep reading” cut off are missing, I was too lazy to go find the pic in my camera roll, add it, and then log on to my laptop, sign in, and add the cut off as well. 😅😂

Hopefully it won’t take me so goddamn long to get around to writing the next one 😂

Sorry for the wait. Also sorry it’s kinda short.

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Elle was left like that, alone and in a miserable state, for what felt like forever. Really it was just a few hours, but time goes by slowly when you're restrained to a bed and covered in your own bile, or it did when she was left like that. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to an eternity as Elle sat there.

She'd attempted to free herself multiple times, but to no avail. She'd screamed for help, attempted to chew off the belt on one wrist, kicked the landline on the bedside table onto the floor and attempted to dial the number for emergency services with her toes; she'd done everything she could think of and the it only left her tired, still stuck in her restraints, and with a sore shoulder. So she gave up on her attempts and somehow managed to Will herself to sleep, deciding that being unconscious was better than being awake at that moment.

Eventually, her arms began to go tingly and fall asleep from being held up for so long and her bile had soaked through her clothes, the enzymes and stomach acid within it burning at her skin, irritating it and causing it to begin to itch. By the time she was found, it was obvious that she'd have a rash from being left covered in her own vomit for so long.

The person cursed with finding the girl in such shape was non-other than Faust's older brother; a Norwegian born, American raised male in his late twenties with piercing, pale green eyes and skin covered with tattoos and streaks of grime and oil left over from a rough night at work. He knew Elle well enough, although she did not know him at all. He'd seen her one night when he followed his brother. His reasoning for following his brother that night was a pretty solid one as it regarded him sneaking off a night and lying about where he was going. The one condition that the boy's mother gave him in regards to allowing Faust living with his older brother was that Axel was supposed to keep an eye on him at all times, that he was to keep him out of trouble; which was pretty hard to do if he was sneaking around all the time.

So, he followed him one night to find out where it was that he was sneaking off to. Faust had always told him it was for work, but Axel knew better than that. Axel knew that Faust worked at his friend's record shop and, more importantly, that the shop always opened at an hour past noon and closed at two hours to midnight, never earlier and never later, so there was no reason why Faust should be sneaking out at one in the morning for work.

Just as Axel suspected, Faust wasn't going to work, in fact he didn't even really work at his friends record store, sometimes he helped out, but that was rare. Faust actually spent most of his time following around a girl, a girl that Axel would learn from weeks of asking around was named Ellise Vidal, the same girl he found unconscious and restrained to Faust's bed with splattered on the front of her clothes as well as on the bed beneath her.

Axel acted upon instinct when he saw the girl in that state, he did what came to his mind first and immediately went to free her from her restraints. As he attempted to undo the belt that held her right wrist in place, his fingers brushed against her wrist alerting her and waking her from her slumber. She jolted away from his touch immediately as her first response to feeling any touch after what happened earlier was immediate fear and panic.

"It's ok, I'm getting you out of here," Axel told her, speaking with as much of a comforting tone as he could muster, which really ended up being more of a borderline monotonous tone.

He then resumed freeing Elle of her restraints, moving on to undo the belt that held her left wrist in place after he had successfully undo the right side one.

Immediately after being freed, Elle spoke up, saying whatever she thought would get her out of the scene of the nearly hellish event and back home the soonest.

"He stole my car," Were the first words she said.

"What?" Axel inquired, not hearing her correctly the first time on account of the fact that she was mumbling nervously.

"Faust stole my car, he drove off in it after storming out. I have no way to get home," She explained, this time in louder and more clear tone.

"Okay... I uh... I can get that back for you when he comes back. For now, why don't we get you cleaned up and then I'll take you home. Okay?" Axel suggested, his tone becoming slightly less monotonous and slightly more comforting with every sentence he spoke.

"I wanna go home now," Elle said, her tone still shaky, unintentionally revealing how truly nervous and frightened she was.

"Don't you wanna get cleaned up first?" Axel asked.

"No, just wanna go home... now," she replied.

"You can take a shower here and I can throw your clothes in the wash with the sheets while you're in there, you can uh... borrow a change of clothes from me when you get out," Axel suggested, prompting the wreck of a girl in front of him to finally look up at him, to finally make eye contact with him. Her tear-filled, brown eyes met with his own pale green, bloodshot ones as she spoke, still using that shaky, nervous tone.

"Please just let me go home."

That was all that it took for Axel to finally give her what she want, with that he shut up and immediately led her to his car, helped her in, and took her home; getting her they successfully with the help of receiving directions from her. The entire car ride was silent, neither of them spoke. Axel needed to ask no questions or talk about anything, as he figured he'd just force the story of how she ended up like that out of Faust when he got home rather than pester her about it, as he assumed that talking about it was probably the last thing she wanted to do at that time. Elle was the same way, quiet and without questions. She didn't question who this stranger was that had freed her and was now giving her a ride home as she just assumed that he was a relative of Faust's based on his similar looks. Elle assumed that Axel was most likely Faust's older brother as he was too young to be his father, too old to be his younger brother, and physically too similar to him to be his uncle or cousin. She could've asked for his name, but she didn't. She hoped she would never need to know it just as she hoped she would never have another chance to see him because she knew seeing him would ultimately lead to one of two things; either her seeing Faust again as well or her having to talk and about and thus be reminded of what Faust did to her that night. Elle planned on burying what happened to her that night deep into her memory, never to be thought about again, if that was even possible for her.

Upon arrival, she quickly got out of Axel's car, mumbled a quiet "thanks" to him as she shut the car door behind her, all but ran up her driveway to her garage, and entered the code to open the garage door. Elle then retrieved the necessary supplies she knew she'd need to break in, as she didn't have her key on account of the fact that it was on the same key ring as her car keys, which Faust had stolen. After that she walked around to the side of the house and worked on breaking into her own room.

Elle first set down the step-stool she had taken from the garage and stepped up onto it. Next she grabbed the crowbar she had taken and slid it between the windowsill and the bottom part of the frame of her closed window. She then used all of her strength, or what she had left of it after her night of sexual horror, to pop open the window and break the lock of it. She then pushed up on the bottom of the windowpane, opening her window. Once she had done so successfully, she climbed in. She then shut her window and grabbed the bar she used to keep it locked with when the actual lock got sticky and she couldn't use it. She placed the bar in between the top of the windowpane and the midsection of it, keeping the window closed and from being opened up again.

Elle then worked on showering and changing into some new, clean clothes. After that, she threw her vomit covered ones in the wash and hung the leather coat she'd borrowed, which thankfully didn't get any vomit on it, back up on the coat rack near the front door. She then snuck back outside and put the crowbar and stool back into the garage before leaving to go back inside and closing the door behind her. Once she got back inside, she made it a point to go straight to bed, not giving herself the chance to relive the events of tonight within her conscious thoughts as she gave into her exhaustion and drifted off to sleep. Elle decided that she would deal with the emotional  repercussions of what Faust did to her that night the next morning when she woke up. Thankfully, her subconscious mind was on the same page, allowing her to dream about the usual things rather than the traumatic experiences she had just hours before. For now, all was right in the world, she slept peacefully and saved all of her worries and grievances for the day to follow, leaving her temporarily carefree and somewhat content.

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The Stranger I Love

4 - Green Calcite

Description: Misha and Axel lives a bohemian life together and they love each other dearly even though Axel's mood swings have made it difficult for them. When Axel starts to change, so does their relationship and Misha start to feel like she lives with a stranger.

Characters: AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) from Deadpool 2 played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Warnings: 18+, drugs, alcohol, drunkeness, mental health problems, toxic relationships, jealousy, cheating.

Notes: This is told from a first person's perspective as you know so remember it is from her view, her narrative. I also want to say thank you to @b-afterhours who always take time to proofread my chapters.

I heard a loud pop when I walked through the door. I was wet from the rain, autumn had come early this year and Axel's and my relationship had also grown colder. Two weeks of no sex, two weeks of seeing him dissappear out to run or take his bike to his father.

At first, I couldn't place the sound but I peeked into the kitchen and saw Axel pouring up my favorite cava in one of my crystal champagne glasses. It looked like he had tried to dress up and wore his most fitted black jeans and the khaki green button up I used to steal from him. I felt underdressed in leggings and his hoodie but I had also worked ten hours.

"What's this?" I asked and walked closer to him. Axel smiled wide. I hadn't seen that smile for a long time and I wanted to kiss his dimple and the other one on the side of his chin. But I didn't. It didn't feel like we were that kind of couple anymore.

Axel took a deep breath and gave me a glass.

"I'm going to be a student in two weeks," he said and smiled nervously. "Furniture design at the design school. Dad helped me put in a late application and today they called. They said they were happy I had applied and that my work sample was impressive."

I could see Axel's eyes were shiny, he rarely heard he was good at anything. He had been a burden in most settings he was in, it started in school and since then he had been caught in that thought. It surprised me he dared to apply but I was happy for him but it wasn't the feeling that took over.

I smiled at Axel but didn't know what to say. He had really been a burden throughout his school time. The only reason he gained his degree was because he cheated on his final exam. During most of his school time he had stood outside smoking and mocked teachers. Could he really handle school now? We couldn't afford for him to fail, we probably couldn't even afford the house if he became a student. This felt like a bad thoughtless idea. Probably another of his ideas to become a new person.

I smiled at Axel and cheered with him but after some sips it was probably quite obvious for Axel that I couldn't fully celebrate with him.

"Dad has said he will help us with money and I will try to get a weekend job." He said, trying to persuade me. I sighed a little and put the glass down on the kitchen table.

"That's great Axe but… Will you really be able to study? I mean, you have hated to do so all your life." I looked, examining him and I almost regretted it when I saw his hurt expression.

"Misha… Fucking hell…" I could hear in his voice that this was the moment before get really angry. Now he just stood quiet and breathed loudly like he didn't know what to say.

"Will you really sit and listen to some dude talking for hours? And you will probably have exams, would you study for them weeks in advance?"

Axel's jaw worked from side to side while his breathing became heavier. When he had stood that way a while he trusted himself to speak again.

"It’s really starting to feel like you are holding me back. I'm trying to fucking do something with myself but you just want me to just sit and mold."

"That's not true!" I almost interrupted him. "I am just trying to be realistic, Axe and I don't know what cloud you live on these days. These changes you do feel so forced and I don't get why you suddenly must rush these changes."

Axel started to walk in small circles in the kitchen with his fingers entwined in his neck. Could he just explode in rage so we could get it over? Right now it was just annoying and a bit scary to not know when he would get angry. Earlier I had known when he would become angry (all the time) so I was prepared.

"Fuck… This doesn't feel good at all Misha… I’m taking a walk to dad‘s place."

I shrugged frustratedly. Was this the new Axel? Running away from a conflict? Would we ever be able to just fight through some things?

Axel walked to the bedroom to change clothes. I stood behind in the kitchen, looking at the bottle of cava and our glasses. We hadn't drank much. It didn't become a celebration like Axel wanted it to. I felt some remorse but knew inside that I must say those things. It was best to just say it at once. Axel came out from the bedroom in his running clothes.

"Will your dad even be up now? It's 11 pm."

"Yeah, you know, his insomnia. He is always awake." He said distantly and put on his Nike shoes. I just stood and looked at him. He had a black cap on, a tight pair of track pants and black t-shirt that hugged his biceps. It was a big contrast to the guy he had been just a few months ago. He looked really good but it was hard to confess, I would miss the skinny angry guy I got together with.

"You look good, Axel. You look… So healthy," He smiled a bit strained and leaned down to give me a dry kiss on the cheek then disappeared out in the rain I had come in from just twenty minutes ago.

It felt like mine and Axel's relationship started to near the end. We had problems communicating, I didn't trust him and wondered if he cheated on me and I couldn't support his new life choices. Axel didn't sleep at home that night, he sent a text that he would sleep at his fathers house but I wondered if it actually was a girl, or maybe even a guy. He maybe ran to the lonely guy renting a house at his father's grounds. There was a rumour of him being gay and liking younger men. But Axel probably was too old for him. Or he just ran to the closest bus stop and took the bus into the city and went to an orgie party or something. Or a book club with young beautiful house wives. It could be anything or anyone. Axel had always been unpredictable but now it was even worse.

×

The next day his father's truck parked in front of our garage but I didn't react so much to it. Axel had probably borrowed it from his father. That's why I was also surprised when Oscar Cluney walked in through our door instead of his son. I stood in just a towel, just coming out from the shower and looked at the tall man confused.

"Hey Misha… Maybe I should have knocked?" He said and looked around in the hallway. It was crowded with my weird thrift shop finds and Axel's self made dressers.

"No, no. No one knocks here. Can I help you with something?" I said and fixed my towel so a boob wouldn’t fall out.

"Do you maybe have a cup of coffee to give? That would be nice. I will wait for you on the couch."

He walked to our living room like he owned the place and as the biggest owner of the land around here I guess it was his right.

I first went to the bedroom to put on something. The only thing I could accept wearing was Axel's black t-shirt and sweatpants. Then I went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. I wonder why Axel's father was here and felt a bad feeling in my stomach. He wouldn't be here just to chat about the weather.

I served coffee to Oscar and I in our biggest blue mugs and sat down opposite him in my velvety green armchair.

Oscar sipped the coffee and sat silent for a half minute and watched the cats lie in a cuddly pile on a patterned blanket on the floor.

"Sorry, you must wonder why I'm here," he said when he felt my eyes on him. When he didn't get an answer he sighed and once again watched the cats.

"You and Axel have been together for many years now and… yeah it was a surprise to see him with a girl again after Zoey… And you have been really good to him."

I nodded but thought about Zoey. The tattoo he had on his biceps but didn't ask any more even if I didn't know who she was.

"But now Misha, even if you have been good for him, it's time for you to let him do his own thing. I will help you financially so you don't need to worry about that. But this education is important for Axel. This is his chance."

I sat silently, looking into Oscar's gray blue eyes that looked back pleading to me. I thought back to my reaction to Axel's acceptance letter unveiling and at once felt bad. Even his father was on his side while I was not.

"I know Axel is a bit much, he has gone through alot and now he’s changing so fast but… We must see this as something positive because it is what Axel wants." His father continued in his regular dreamy voice and I nodded because I knew it was what was expected of me. It was easy for his father to not see this as a bigger thing; he had money and his life didn't depend on Axel. While I saw my chance to go on trips, having a wedding and having happy children disappear with his failed education.

"...I just don't think this education will make him happier." I said and looked down at my golden painted nails.

"Maybe not but we must give this a chance because this is his dream."

Axel's father's face was determined, like nothing I would say would affect him so I just nodded. His father had already made a choice.

"Is he at your place now?" I asked so I didn't need to say anything more about Axel's education but it backfired.

"He is in town looking at the school then he will probably stay there a while too…" I interrupted Oscar with a sigh.

"I'm sorry but I need some time to think about this. I know you have known about this for a longer time than me but I just found out about this."

"I understand honey, but it can't have come as lightning from a blue sky. Axel has tried to work on himself since April and has done amazing things with himself. I start to see him becoming that boy again, that boy he was when he was younger."

Oscar smiled and once again watched the cats. It started to feel like he talked with them and not with me. I sat quiet because I couldn't say anything without sounding selfish or just really negative.

Oscar went when he had drunk up his coffee and gave me a fatherly hug on the way out. I knew he liked me but what I showed today was probably not his favorite side of me. It wasn't mine either but with Axel's changes it felt like I had an even bigger need for stability. The only thing I asked for now was security and predictability but I couldn't stop Axel from changing.

×

Axel started his education. He rearranged our garage so that he would have a bigger space to work with his craft, he sold his bike and instead got one more cheap car, a MacBook and the right textbooks. He was so up in all of it I felt forgotten and alone. He had a world I couldn't understand at all and it also seemed like he actually was on his way to get friends.

One cold November afternoon he came home and I couldn't recognize him. Or I could but I didn't want to recognize him. He was dressed in a thick knitted forest green sweater and on his nose he had a pair of tortoise shell patterned glasses. If it wasn't for his tattoos on his neck and hands he would have looked like such a square.

"...ehhh Axel?" I said like I didn't recognize him.

"Yeah?" He tried to sound neutral but I could hear he was already tense. He opened the fridge, sniffed some vegan sausages and then took them out.

"Did you feel a need to look like the other kids in school?” I teased. I thought a joke would make him relax but he was still tense.

"...I noticed I was having a hard time seeing the actual slide the teacher showed us but I thought it maybe was that way for everyone… Then I went to a restaurant to eat lunch and couldn't see the menus and then they said I probably need glasses. So I went there and… Yeah I needed glasses." He didn't look at me while he said it and rambled like he had prepared the story. I sat down by the table and smiled a little. I didn't want Axel to feel like I criticized him all the time; it was just hard to feel left out.

"Do you want to see my school? We can visit it together. Right now I'm at the university but after Christmas we will be back at the school again but we can visit anyway." He smiled a little at me while he started to boil water.

"Do you want?" He held up some noodles.

I shook my head and thought about what he had said. It would be nice to see his school. See where Axel now sits and reads, makes assignments and later on will build even finer furniture.

"I can visit your school some day…" I said carefully and smiled at him even if he had his back to me, boiling noodles and chopping the sausages.

"Yeah? Then you can meet some of my new friends too, Wes, Fred, Theo and Lucy." Axel sounded so happy but I just thought about the last name. Lucy. A girl. Was he spending his time with a girl?

Axel smiled at me and pushed up his glasses. They suited him but they changed his face and he didn't look as much as menace as without them. Maybe that was the thing he liked with them.

After eating, he sat down on the couch with his MacBook. I wished we could have some time for ourselves but were also happy to see he took his studies seriously but it was also a bit irritating to see how wrong I was. Axel seem to love to study. Probably more than he loved me.

Instead of being with Axel I wrote in the group chat with my friends. Vanessa had a new boyfriend she wanted to introduce to us. It was her first boyfriend and he was crazy like Axel but without Axel's striking facial features. Like an Axel going through a correction filter. I was happy for Vanessa and hopefully she would let my tattooed boyfriend be now. I looked at Axel. He had dressed down to a grey t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants but still looked neater because of those damn glasses. Now when I looked at him I also noticed he had changed his hair. His regular style was pushed back and greasy now it actually looked washed and he had a side part and then pushed back. I wondered if he had gone to a hairdresser at the same time he got those glasses. It probably was his first time if that was the case.

I wondered if Vanessa would even be attracted to him now. All that Axel was known for was gone. Except for his tattoos. He wasn't dangerous at all. His motorcycle was sold and he even started to look boring. Vanessa had a plan to have a party at her place. Maybe Axel could stay home. As he said himself, they weren’t really his friends and they didn't need to know that Axel had lost his way. Axel probably had a better time with his new friends.

"Do you want to visit my school at friday? Then you can meet Wes and Theo." Axel suddenly said and looked at me hopeful. I was busy scrolling through Vanessa's boyfriend's Instagram.

"Sure."

The room became quiet again except Axel humming with the Kyuss song playing from his Mac.

×

I walked slowly next to Vanessa, we were looking at cheese for her party. I was tired of always eating vegan so when Vanessa said she would do canapes with cheese I felt excited in a way I hadn't for a long time.

Vanessa and I hadn't talked about what had happened at Axel's birthday. She had joked about his size a few times in passing but other than that it was like it had never happened. Our friendship seemed to survive it better than me and Axel’s relationship and now with her new guy she didn't even seem interested in seeing Axel again.

While she looked through recipes on her phone Axel called me.

"Hey, where are you?" He asked, sounding stressed.

"I'm grocery shopping with Vanessa for tonight. She’s having a party but I didn't think you were interested." I said and played with the fringe on my knitted scarf.

"...But I've been waiting for you? Outside of my school? You know, I was going to show you around." He said disappointed.

I had forgotten about it or I hadn't even really understood it was now we had planned to do it.

"Oh… Sorry Axe. I have some other things to do… I’m sleeping in town tonight because of the party. At Celia's. Just so you know."

Axel was quiet on the other end of the call. I was the worst girlfriend but it was hard to be a good one when he had made our lives totally out of sync.

"Axel?"

Vanessa looked at me a bit worried and I waved her off as if it weren’t anything.

Axel sighed on the other end of the line.

"I’ll probably be in town too then. I'm with Theo right now so we’ll have a beer or something?”

"Good. I'm happy that you have some new friends, Axe."

×

When I went home the next day my hangover was brutal. I felt weak and tired but also my anxiety was so strong I couldn't even sit still. I just wanted to come home because I became more anxious in Celia's small apartment but also because she tried to discuss the party while I wished to sleep. I hoped Axel wasn't home so that I could have some alone time to just be anxious and gross by myself.

Celia drove me home around noon and I realized then that Axel wasn't home. His old Volvo wasn't by the garage so I would have the house to myself. Just that thought made me relax a bit.

When I was inside I stripped down to just panties and looked for food in the fridge and pantry. Axel had made some vegan sausage which I ate with potato chips and ketchup but my anxiety was still extreme so I laid down in bed and tried to sleep. Images from what had happened at the party and thoughts about Axel's changes floated around. It felt like everyone became adults except me. I needed something to get my anxiety level down and help me sleep. A joint sounded nice. Just to calm me down a bit. Axel hadn't smoked since that summer but he must have some left, hidden somewhere. In the wooden box, but where was it? I looked through his wardrobe, through all the cabinets in the kitchen and all the hiding places in the living room. Where could he have put it? The garage, of course. I put on the green sweater Axel had worn some days earlier and a pair of leggings and walked out to the garage. It had been a long time since I had been there and his workshop looked much more tidy and professional with sketches put up on the walls and a few of his books on the working bench. On the floor stood a floral pedestal in some dark wood. It looked expensive and Axel had made some sort of carving that looked like ivy. It was probably the most beautiful thing I had seen him make. It was high, with shelves for several plants and I could imagine it with green hanging plants on every shelf in golden metal pitchers. Why hadn't I supported him more? He was really talented and seemed to have really good taste. Something I had always questioned. He had made the wooden box himself too. It stood on a metallic shelf waiting on me. I lifted it out and place it down on his work bench. It had a lock but it wasn't used so with a careless hand I opened it up. I had never looked in it because I just thought he had weed and other drugs in it so I was surprised to see it stuffed with things. A keyring with a motorcycle, a plastic wristband from the hospital with his name and social security number, and a braided bracelet with small green stones. A bag with weed lay in the corner but he didn't have any papers. In the bottom of the box lay several photos. The first one was a young Axel without tattoos with a blonde girl. She was gorgeous in an unreal way. He had several pictures with that girl and I couldn't stop my jealousy when I saw a picture of them kissing. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my attention, in that picture her breasts were much bigger and rounder than in the other pictures. Silicon. Obviously. Typical Axel. The next picture was just of Axel. Still as young in a grey suit, sitting on a high chair with an inviting stare. It was obviously a model picture. Even if it was Axel in the picture it felt like it was a stranger looking back at me. The last picture was of an even younger Axel, maybe twelve, with a bruised chin. Together with his father and another man in his father's age. The man was actually more like Axel than his father was and I felt a knot grow in my stomach. He probably didn't want to share this with me and that made me anxious and sad but also angry. Who was Axel?

I put all things in the box again and walked with heavy steps back to the house. It was too much to think about. Now I actually felt sleepy, overwhelmed and when I laid my head against the pillow I fell asleep at once.

I didn't even wake up when Axel came home. I slept until it was dark outside and I could see the light on in the garage and Axel's tall silhouette inside working on the pedestal. For a short moment I just thought about where the pedestal could be placed and what plants we could have on it. I was always the one picking the plants and then Axel was the one caring for them. I stayed in bed until Axel came in, the smell of wood oil spread in the house. It smelled rich like an expensive cologne and if I didn't know better I would have believed Axel had started to think about his scent too. With a loud sigh he came into the bedroom and stripped down to his Batman underwear. The only superhero he liked.

"I missed you," I said to get his attention. He crawled down in bed and just nodded a little. He was probably still a bit pissed that I didn't come to his school.

"You can show me your school another time." I said and watched him fluff the pillow aggressively. It had been a long time since I saw such emotions in him but I didn't say anything about it.

"How was the party?" He asked and lied down with his hands behind his head.

I was a bit uncomfortable and moved from laying face down to him to looking up at the ceiling.

"It was okay."

We layed in silence for a while until I spat out an impulsive question.

"Who is Rebecca? On your chest."

Axel lied silent a while more.

"It was a girl I fucked."

"It must have been more than a fuck. You have her name over your heart."

"We fucked for a few months. She was really hot and the sex was great."

I could feel the jealousy stream down my back like cold water.

"And then you tattooed her name?"

"Yeah. To make her laugh."

I just nodded a little. It was probably logical in Axel's world but not many others would see a name tattoo as a funny thing. I sighed deeply and stopped my questions, he wouldn't tell me anything of value anyway. He probably didn't see the world the same as me.

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I couldn't stop thinking about what I had found in the wooden box and I would sneak to look at the things when Axel wasn't home. The bracelet with green stones disappeared and I worried for days that I was the one who had lost it until I saw Axel wearing it. The stone must have been some sort of mineral and shifted in different shades of green. The small irregular stones were braided in a black suede like material. I looked at it while Axel helped me put winter tires on the car. It sat snuggly around his left wrist along with the silver chain he has had as long as I have known him. When he was done working on the car he put on the hoodie he had laid next to him.

"Should we have a cup of coffee?" I asked as I admired his dirty hands, thick knuckles and elegant wrists while he dried them off on an old kitchen towel with blue flowers.

"Sure. But at four o'clock dad’s picking me up in the truck so we can deliver a thing I've built to my first customer." He said proudly.

"Oh?" I asked impressed and Axel smiled brightly while we walked inside.

"Yeah it's a floral pedestal, I'm really pleased with it." He kicked off his work boots and then put on his glasses that laid on the dresser in the hallway.

I was a bit disappointed hearing that the pedestal wasn't for us and probably looked it too while I took off my sneakers and puffer jacket.

"Oh, I've seen it. It's beautiful, Axel, I thought it was for us."

"Really? I thought it wasn't your style at all. That was too heavy and dark."

I walked into the kitchen and started to load the coffee maker.

I shrugged my shoulders. He was right but I felt different when I actually saw it.

Axel took off the hoodie again and I watched his biceps in the tight black t-shirt. He had become hotter and I felt the need to touch him but I hadn’t in so long ago I didn't even know how I would start. I looked at the bracelet again and the glasses on his nose and I sighed a little.

When he sat down by the table playing with his phone I mustered up some courage to ask him about the bracelet. He smiled in a way that made my heart fall down in my stomach and he touched it like it was something expensive.

"A friend made it. It's green calcite. It helps you make positive changes in your life. Make me succeed."

I didn't know what to say so I just made a snorting sound like I thought it was bullshit but in reality I just thought, "It's a girl. It's a girl. He has met someone else."

Axel had so many secrets so of course he had another girl too. I poured the coffee in two white mugs and sat down opposite him by the table. He continued to play with his phone and smiled to himself.

It may sound awful to an outsider but the rest of the week I followed Axel when I didn't work. Our hours were still really different from each other so when he took his Volvo to school in the morning I had time to follow him for a few hours. I took my dark blue Toyota fifteen minutes after he had left and went to the university where he studied at the moment. I found his car parked and then waited for him to come out. Most often he came out together with a guy a head shorter with his hair in braids, gathered in a big bun behind his neck. They looked like friends and I thought to myself he must be one of the guys he had talked about. After that he bought lunch. Either a sandwich from a food truck on campus or he walked to a vegan salad bar close to the hospital. Then he walked back to the library. It wasn't much more interesting than that. Sure, I could see Axel being checked out by well dressed student girls in quilted jackets even if he had his green bomber jacket on and heavy work boots. If he shaved his hair off he would look like a skinhead but they still looked at him with watering eyes while they played with their pearl earrings. Was it such a girl that made him the bracelet? It felt off. Could it really be a student he had an affair with?

The fourth day it finally got interesting. While he stood and talked with his friend with the braids his phone seemed to ring and he pressed it against his ear. He smiled big and laughed and my heart started to beat violently in my chest. He looked down at the bracelet, spinned it around his wrist then hung up. He said a fast good bye to his friend with a close hug. Axel didn't do that manly sort of hug ever, he always hugged for real. Then he started to walk in the same direction the salad bar was. I waited for him to be a long way in front of me before I started the car and drove behind him. He walked to his regular salad bar but the closer I came I could see a girl waiting on him. She was dressed in a long gray coat with brown hair falling elegantly over her back. I had time to think she probably wore pearls too while she and Axel hugged for a long time. But when I came closer I could finally see her face while she laid a glove-covered hand on Axel's naked neck like she thought he looked cold. It was Charlotte, Noah's Charlotte. My brother's fiancee.

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[skarsgard-daydreams]

“His Flower”

Axel falling for a soft girl who's terrified of needles, but she likes to listen to him tell her about each of his tattoos while she trails her fingers over them, thinking that she likes the way he thinks of his body as a canvas, even if sometimes it's just for a message warning people that he is not to be fucked with. She watches him tattoo other girls at his shop, sometimes in the most intimate of places, and though she'd never say it, it makes her feel jealous. She starts to think how she'd like to sit in that chair and have him mark her with a little piece of his art, how she'd like to be bold enough to strip in front of him and tell him to put it anywhere he wanted. But she's too scared. One night she rolls over in his arms when he's nearly asleep, and tells him, "I want a tattoo." He blinks at her and rubs her ass a little, only half awake. After a moment, he realizes she's serious. "What kind of tattoo?" he asks. "Flowers. On my hip." Axel raises a brow. He knows how terrified she gets whenever she has to get her blood drawn, and even though the tattoo needle is different, he's not entirely sure the poor girl wouldn't faint. "Like one?" he asks. She shakes her head, and tells him about the girl she saw at the gym with a spray of flowers that arched beautifully over her hip and thigh. Axel traces his fingers over the area in question, thinking. "Maybe we should start with something small that can be part of a larger piece later on. One flower, here." He punctuates his words by caressing her outer thigh, and she shivers. "If you can handle it, I'll give you as many flowers as you want," he says. She bites her lip and smiles as he continues to trail his long fingers over her thighs, fully awake now. "I can handle anything, as long as you're with me," she murmurs.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

So let’s make a reference chain.... if you write Bill Skarsgard or any of his characters, please reblog this with the best way to find your work.

Since I don’t have a master list, the best way is to go to the search tool on my profile and search the tag #my writing

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[jocelynscloset]

Would you do something with Bill's characters and if the get possessive over their girl..hope this goes well for you hun!!

These are the four who I think would be the most possessive when it came to their girl, so here we go:

Bill: He’s possessive in a very docile way, I think. I believe that if any man were to even hint at the fact that they’re interested in his girl, it would make his blood boil, but I also think he’s very good at controlling his outward reactions to thinks, especially with anger, so I think instead of taking it out on them, he’d take you home and take it out on you in the most delicious possible way. He’d be extra handsy, very vocal, and he’d take his time fucking you hard. He’d want you to feel him between your legs for days, and he’d want the hickies and nail marks on your skin to be there when he sees you next for a little touch up.

Axel: He’s incredibly trusting with you, so he’s not super weird about it when you have close guy friends or even friends who openly say they think you’re attractive. However, if someone, man or woman, lays a hand on you he will personally crush their skull, especially if you’ve politely declined their advances. He already fucks you pretty roughly on a regular basis, but when he feels threatened, he wants to make sure you know that he loves you and cares about you in every way, so sex when he’s jealous is very tender and still hard, but very slow and filled with sweet nothings and long, purposeful kisses. 

Roman: He is really possessive over you in your sexual relationship because of the dynamic you have in the bedroom, but when it comes to the outside world, he rarely feels threatened by anyone else. He’s reminded of how deeply you love and care for him every single morning when he wakes up next to you, and when you curl up in his arms at night. He regularly fucks you like he’s claiming you, but he already knows that to your very core, you belong to him just as he lives in the palm of your hand.

Merkel: He’s more protective than possessive, because he’s seen some very disturbing shit, and he’s seen more horrible things done to women than most. He’s very careful to always keep you in sight when you’re out and about, and he’s always incredibly attentive when you’re speaking to another man who is obviously attracted to you. He doesn’t feel personally threatened because he knows he’s got you for good, but he feels slightly threatened on your behalf sometimes, and it comes off as possessive to other people occasionally. You regularly have to reassure him that as much as you adore the way he is protective of you, that you can take care of yourself and that if any man or woman ever came on too strong, you’d be able to kick in their teeth on your own.

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You Bring Out The Worst In Me 

Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist)/Roman Godfrey

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