#Axel Cluney answered

[sanguinesinners]

Dreamer sat in Axels garage wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and holding a box of doughnuts in her hands. "Thought you might be hungry~"

Axel’s green hues lit up once he swivelled round on his chair - Attention fixated solely on Dreamer (and the donuts). His inked skin was smeared with motor oil and his chest slowly perspiring from the light that had now been exposed from the garage doors.

A sheepish grin made its way to the man’s plump lips before he curled his fingers at her “My girl knows what I like, when I like it eh” He chuckles, spreading his legs as to indicate for her to nestle within his lap before he let his slender inked fingers reach out to stroke at her hair.

“I’ve missed ya baby”

@thedemonicpunks

#Axel Cluney answered #sexy toxic waste #{eat shit and die 🤮} #Ship ; Sexy succcubus & her Toxic waste #// Cos I had to answer this first :)))

[ill-skillsgard]

Hi lovely!! What are each of the Bill’s headcannons for their pussy eating skills 😏😏

Please excuse my character biases, but if you think me wrong, let us debate! Here are my takes... +

Axel -

Adjective: Masterful

Axel prides himself on his oral skills. Not only is he highly intuitive to his partner's needs, but he also takes enormous pleasure in making them come with his mouth alone. It's not all tongue tricks either - he knows the power of a well-placed moan, a kiss, the exact amount of suction and when to initiate it, and when to withhold. He's vocal during the experience and loves to make you answer questions to earn more attention. At first, it may seem daunting, but if you play along, he'll reward you with the most thigh-shaking experience one could ever expect from a man of his reputation. Axel keeps 'em coming back for more because nobody does it quite like Mr. Cluney.

Clark -

Adjective: Disappointing

Clark's oral aptitudes apply only to his incapability of shutting up, boasting of his (apparently non-existent) talents and fabricating promises on which he does not deliver. Clark, although handsome and charming, falls short on the cunnilingus aspect of sex. He talks a big game and gets you excited for what is to (never) cum. His pussy-eating game is amateur at most, or perhaps downright lazy. If he's not getting his, then he has no reason to care about anything else. Though he's a worldly man of many stories, that's about all he's good for - a good laugh and 40 seconds of fun.

Dane -

Adjective: Sloppy

This handsome substance abuser isn't renowned for his pussy-eating talents, but he makes an effort. Albeit, a rushed one. Dane is all tongue, enthusiastic to a fault and unaware of the sheer length of his fingers when he introduces them to the mix. Dane's motto is live fast, die a legend, but his accolades will not include world champion pussy-eater. If you like it rough and rushed, Dane's your man. He has no concept of "slow and steady wins the race." But he'll lavish your clit with his tongue until there's a puddle of drool beneath you...so there's that.

Henry Deaver -

Adjective: Methodical

Henry likes to do things by the book... No, really. He literally bought a book on how to perform cunnilingus and has several bookmarked tabs on the subject. He's sweet, steady and likes to really set the mood. We're talking scented candles, fresh sheets spritzed with rose water, dimmed lights and maybe even some romantic music playing low in the background. Mr. Deaver doesn't quite understand that it's not a one size fits all type scenario, but he's willing to accept feedback. Although, not without a furious blushing episode and a solemn promise to never do the thing you don't like ever again. He takes his time with you - slow kisses around your clit for what seems like an hour before he makes contact. This is a balancing act for him, as he has to mentally keep himself in check to not blow a load just from the sound of you telling him he's doing a good job. Henry Deaver will eventually get the job done and take notes afterward to make sure the next time is even better.

Henry Pearl -

Adjective: Timid

Without much experience, Henry Pearl does not put himself out there as a lothario by any means. He'll be the first to admit he has no idea what he's doing and relies heavily on his partner to guide him. But when he gets the hang of it, Henry does well. He's the type to flourish with lots of encouragement, so the more help he receives, the better the end product. He's smart and retains knowledge, so he doesn't need to be told time and again. Once he's got it, it's iron-clad in his mind, but that doesn't mean he won't blush when you ask him to go down on you. He's another slow-burn type of guy, preferring to take his time and really make a meal out of it when it comes time to please his partner. He likes to use his hands, and figures out that incorporating a finger at the right time is grounds for instant orgasm, but he only busts that move out when his jaw gets tired - and boy, this dude never sleeps.

Mark -

Adjective: Amateur

Mark's only knowledge of pussy-eating is what he sees in lesbian porn. Oral sex is an afterthought on the best of days. While this can be attributed to his lack of experience, he doesn't really demonstrate a want or need to improve and will only give when he's asked. The results are exactly what you might expect from a guy who only hears stories in the locker room and thinks sex is all about how many acrobatic positions you can perform in a whole twelve minutes. We do not have high hopes for Mark.

Merkel -

Adjective: Exotic

Merkel knows the body well. His prolific sexual encounters span countries, the entire gender spectrum, age ranges and have deep roots in kink and fetish exploration. Merkel is experimental and is always looking for new ways to make oral sex something his partner will never forget. Whether it's using vibrators to assist in his performance, locking your wrists to your thighs so you have no place to hide, taking you forcefully in a back alley or teasing you for so long you're begging for his tongue, Merkel has it down. He was making pussies squirt before he could legally purchase alcohol. And he's humble. Merkel isn't the type to brag or even give you an inkling of what to expect. He'll simply blindfold you and introduce you to sensations you never knew existed.

Mickey -

Adjective: Romantic

Mickey is a simple guy who loves to love. Valentine's Day is sacred, and he'll go all out with rose petals and champagne (cheap stuff, but it's the thought that counts!) He's better than the average lover but is a bit clumsy. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for with a perfect puppy dog stare and compliments. He enjoys a good pussy-licking and often daydreams of the moment he gets to come home to his love so he can show them the move he swears he invented all by himself. Sometimes, his cravings get so intense that's all he can think about. Mickey doesn't always need sex or reciprocation. He simply wants to make his baby orgasm hard all over his face and he'll do so by any means necessary. Bashfulness is not something Mickey suffers from, so he'll always ask if he's doing well with his face between your legs. If you're happy, he's happy.

Roman -

Adjective: Adventurous

Roman doesn't take no for an answer. On your period? Pffft. Busy at work? Demand an extra-long break or he'll have your manager removed from their position. In a crowd? Better get to a stall fast. Roman wants what he wants when he wants it and you have to adapt quickly to keep his roaring appetite at bay. Roman will fuck you first, and suck the cum out of you after. He's pretty fucking nasty, which comes as a surprise for most who encounter the wealthy and well-dressed heir. But if you say no, he'll find someone else faster than you can say "what the fuck, Roman?" It's not about romance, power or even eroticism. It's all about satisfying the craving before it has a chance to take over his brain. Everything in Roman's life revolves around instant gratification which can result in his impatience if you take too long to orgasm. Though he's skilled with his tongue, his spoiled convictions can get in the way. Give Roman what he wants, and he'll reward you. However, if you hesitate, it's on to the next.

#bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard headcannons #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard

[sweetbillwriting]

The Stranger I Love

5 - You Fucked This Up

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

Warnings: 18+, mental health problems, toxic relationships, alcohol, drunkeness, drugs, mentions of sex, mentions of weight, cheating.

Notes: This isn't that last chapter even if it maybe seems like it. All opinions is the characters.

Charlotte. Good Girl Charlotte with the silky hair and pencil skirts. She was the perfect girl for my brother, well dressed, modest and intelligent. Perfect for my brother but totally wrong for Axel. I was perfect for Axel. Carefree, wild and a touch bitchy. That was his type.

I watched them walk through the restaurant's door and I could see Axel's profile with a big dimpled smile. I thought for a moment that I should be crying but I was just angry. Mostly at Charlotte for doing this to my brother. I knew many girls you wouldn’t expect who saw Axel's type as a wet fantasy. They would never consider him as a boyfriend but would like a steamy night with him. Get tossed around a bit by his tattooed arms. I hadn't seen Charlotte being that kind of girl because she had always seemed offended by Axel's naturalistic style.

My heart pounded hard in my chest and I felt anxious to call my brother like my chance to tell him would go away. As soon as he answered I told him everything with a high pitched voice. He was quiet on the line even after I was finished with my story.

"Hello?" I asked still with that high voice.

He sighed loudly and I thought to myself that he already knew, maybe Charlotte had some sort of problem.

"It isn't really the way you think. They don't have an affair."

I looked over at the restaurant, catching a glimpse of Axel through the window, carrying a water bottle. He had taken off his bomber jacket and was dressed in a khaki patterned zip up hoodie.

"I’m working from home,” my brother said. “Come here then I can tell you."

I went to my brother with my heart in my throat. He and Charlotte lived in the fancy part of the town, in an old apartment building that suited my brother's conservative image.

I knocked on the door loudly so it echoed in the stone stairwell. I could hear Noah clear his throat before he opened the door.

Noah was well groomed as always and was dressed in a dark blue tennis shirt with light blue jeans. Jeans were his relaxed look, for lazy days at home or outside. I was dressed in leggings and a big adidas t-shirt I had found in Axel's wardrobe with my puffer jacket on top.

"Misha, so glad that you came," said Noah with a small smile and let me come into the big bright hallway. I tried to smile but was too nervous and took off my outerwear while Noah poured up two mugs of steaming hot tea. I looked around in the apartment. White, beige and details in dark polished wood. It looked like Charlotte. Clean, classic and modest.

We sat down on the white couch and thought to myself I would probably spill my tea. Axel would probably get it dirty just by sitting down.

"How are you,” asked Noah and looked at me worried.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just tell me Noah," I said with a sigh and looked down in the tea cup.

He was just on his way to talk when we heard the entry door open. I knew at once who it was. Typical Noah to call everyone for a meeting but I could also figure by the the sounds of two pairs of feet. A feminine person and Axel's sounds. I looked at Noah, irritated and worried.

"I think we all need to talk," he said with an authoritative voice and stood up from the couch. Charlotte came in first, in a pencil skirt and a pink silky blouse. After her came Axel, big and dark in their bright elegant home. They looked like Lady and the Tramp in human form. Axel looked at everything but me so I just stared at them.

"Axel, sit down," my brother said and motioned to the spot on the couch he had sat a few minutes ago. Axel gave me a short look and then sat down, way out on the edge like he was prepared to run. Noah and Charlotte sat down in the beige armchairs opposite the couch. I saw how Axel gave her a look and she gave him a reassuring smile. I felt the anger in my chest again. I was certain that they were having an affair, it was my brother that couldn't see it.

"Axel, do you want to start?" My brother said. Axel's nervous tick to scratch his eyebrow came back and he chewed his lips hard.

"...Ehh.. In April, Charlotte contacted me… I had said something to her when we met at her birthday party and she thought I would be perfect for a program they had started…"

"What kind of program?" I said confused and upset.

"Don't interrupt," said my brother which irritated me. Axel was my boyfriend. Why should Noah even interfere?

"It was an intense program for trauma therapy."

I sat quietly because I couldn't understand. Wasn't she a politician?

"At the psychiatric clinic," said Charlotte when she saw my confused expression.

"You do know she is a psychiatrist?" My brother asked.

"I thought you were a politician? On the hospital board?" I said to Charlotte.

"No, I'm a psychiatrist, but sit on the board as a representative for the psychiatry clinic."

My brother groaned.

"So typical you, Misha. Could you be more self absorbed?" Noah said throwing his head back. Charlotte hushed him with a hand on his arm.

"Do you want to continue, Axel?" She said softly and gave him a little smile.

I looked at Axel who still seemed nervous.

"Well I said yes to therapy and like they helped me with all sorts of things…"

"But when?" I said upset, why hadn't he told me?

"Three times a week. While you worked."

He stopped speaking instead he just looked down at the floor in front of him.

"But why didn't you tell me??" I said upset with a louder voice.

"Misha, we can do this calmly,” said Charlotte.

"Fuck you, it wasn’t your boyfriend that lied to you for like… eight fucking months!" I snarled at her.

"For fucking sake Misha! It was me! I told Axel to not tell you!" My brother shouted.

"I know you so well. You may think you are so fucking openminded but you aren't and we have all seen how you liked how angry Axel could get!" Noah continued.

"What?? What do you mean by that?!" I stood up from the anger that streamed through my body.

"You try to act as some sort of fucking hippie but you judge so hard! I said to Axel to not tell you because you would try to stop him from doing it! You would try to stop him from becoming something else other than just your angry boyfriend only you can control!" Noah stood up and I could hear Charlotte talking calmly in the background but not what she said and I couldn't care less at that moment.

"No I wouldn't! But what the fuck?! I have the right to know so they don't fool him!" It was then Axel made a growl, from deep inside of him. He flipped the coffee table and warm tea splattered all over the light furniture. We all turned to Axel who stood up in all his 6'3 glory with a menacing, wild stare. Both me and Noah gulped loudly while Charlotte just stood calmly next to Axel.

"Axel," she said calmly. "Axel."

He turned his head slowly to her.

"You need to breathe." She spoke slowly to him. Noah and I just stood and stared at them from the shock but also because Axel still looked like he could hit something, or someone. It had been a long time since I saw that side of Axel and felt the fear but also the adrenaline in my body.

"Sit down," said Charlotte clearly but calmly to me and Noah and he dragged me down to the couch.

Charlotte began to breathe clearly and slowly while taking careful steps to stand in front of Axel. And after a while he began to breathe with her while she did something with her hand in the air. I could see Axel relax and then he sat down in an armchair.

Charlotte squatted down in front of him and together they continued to breathe deeply.

"Should we take a walk?" She asked and Axel nodded. The shock of Axel's outburst had melted away and I felt my own anger flare up again.

"Hey, shouldn't I take a walk with Axel? He is my boyfriend?" Even if I now knew they weren’t having an affair I was still jealous of the contact they seem to have. Axel looked up at me with a tired expression.

"No. I don't need that right now, Misha. We can talk tomorrow when we both are free. I just need some time," he said just as calmly as Charlotte had done.

It felt like a slap in the face. Here I was, being lied to, they had gone behind my back and I had also been called self absorbed, judgemental and accused of making Axel's anger worse. But they still saw Axel as the victim and me as the perpetrator. When Axel and Charlotte had gone out I looked at my brother angrily.

"How could you do this to me?"

Noah sighed and looked at the tea stains on the sofa.

"Misha, I love you. I know you mean well but you have always been obsessed with your image. That hippie, free child whatever shit! And then you met Axel and… It was obvious you liked to show him off and I don't think you want to let go of that."

I sat quietly, staring at the same tea stains Noah was looking at. I knew in some way he was right. How I envied Vanessa's style. How I liked that I had the bad boy and not her. But I also loved Axel for real and wanted his best. Right?

"This is about Axel. Not about you. He needed this help."

"Why?" I asked carefully. "What is his trauma?"

Noah sighed.

"I just know a little of what he chooses to share with me. But it seems to be a lot. When he tells you I really hope you will be open minded and not judge."

"Of course I will be." I said offended and Noah gave me a pointed look.

"Yeah, yeah. But why has he told you and not me?"

"Have you ever asked without judgment? How interested have you even been about his past?"

It was a lot to think about. I knew I was a part of the problem but Axel was too. He had kept secrets from me and lied to me. He shared things with others when I should have been the first to know.

Was the trauma about his mother? About Rebecca? The man in the photo? I didn't even know if I knew what trauma really was. I came from such a protected environment I hadn't really thought about such things.

My day at work was hard. I blamed myself but also got many insights. I was nervous for the next day that I would talk to Axel but at the same time I just wanted it to happen. I really just wanted to know what the trauma was and how I could care for him in all of this.

The next morning Axel sat by the kitchen window with Rocky on his lap. He had slept next to me in bed but I came home so late he was already asleep. Now he had made breakfast for us and even lit candles.

I smiled a little. It was always warming my heart and another body part a bit lower to see Axel sitting in just his boxers with the cats. Even if he now had his glasses on.

"Good morning," I said and sat down opposite him.

"Hey," he poured coffee in the yellow mug in front of me.

We sat quietly for a while, eating our breakfast. Rocky stayed on Axel's lap and I watched Axel caress his soft fur with his big tattooed hand.

"I'm sorry for how I have handled it all…" He said and looked at me regretfully.

"I get it. I have probably been… Hard to talk to sometimes."

We were quiet again, but in my head it was loud with questions.

"So, tell me. What is this trauma?" I asked between bites of my sandwich. Axel just gave me a quick glance and then looked down at his yogurt.

"Axel?" I said and kicked him lightly under the table.

"It's not that easy, Misha. It's not so easy telling you only because you just want to know."

I put down my sandwich and gave him a disappointed look.

"Is it about that blonde girl? Rebecca?"

Axel furrowed his brows.

"Rebecca wasn't blonde. She had black hair, Asian actually."

"Oh, I just thought about… I saw some pictures..?"

Axel wiped his hands on the kitchen towel lying on the chair next to him.

"Pictures?"

I looked between Axel and Rocky.

"In your box? I searched for weed and…"

"So you went through my stuff?" I could hear he was a bit upset but then took a deep breath.

"I guess it's hard to keep secrets from you…" he dragged his hands over his face.

"So who is she? Zoey? Alexis?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I've already said that."

"Okay… But you’ve also been a model?"

He sighed like he started to give up. Hopefully he would and just tell me.

"Yeah. A few years."

I looked at Axel. I had a model boyfriend suddenly. That was a bit cool.

"When?"

"I was 18… until like 22?"

I could see Axel didn't really want to talk about it but I was too curious.

"Did you book any big jobs? Where did you work?"

He looked out the window uninterested, like it was the most boring thing.

"I lived in Copenhagen and Paris. My agent thought my look suited the European market better. I was in American Vogue once…"

I just sat and stared at him. Holy fuck. Axel without style and taste had been model for maybe the world's biggest fashion magazine.

"That's awesome!" I said proudly.

He shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to see why he wasn't proud.

"Tell me something more." I said and smiled at him. He looked at me with tired eyes.

I sighed and leaned back.

"You really don't want to talk to me? You have this whole exciting life and don't want to tell me while I have told you about every embarrassing party and bad job." I said and felt how the sadness started to creep on me.

Instead of watching me Axel looked at Rocky jumping down from his lap.

"This doesn't work, right? You don't trust me."

I said with a small voice.

Axel looked at me sadly.

"It's just that you seem so proud when you hear that I was once a model. Something I obviously have left behind me but you weren’t happy when I chose to get an education which has been my dream for ages. You made fun of me when I got a pair of glasses I really needed and grieved more than I did when I was forced to sell my bike."

I furrowed my brows and shook my head.

"I just… I don't know, it's just cool that you have been some sort of Vogue model and the bike… is hot."

Axel nodded a little and changed his position in the chair.

"Cool and hot…"

"Oh don't you start too. Don't say I just care about my image." I said annoyed and crossed my arms. "It's you that’s changed. You suddenly became so calm. Becoming a student, dressed in knitted sweaters and glasses."

Axel rolled his eyes.

"No, really Axel. You’re the one that changed. You fucked this up."

"Have I fucked this up?" He asked seriously and I looked deep in his big green eyes.

"...Yes. I think both you and I know this has been over for a long time. You fucked this up Axel. With your lies and all the changes."

×

It's hard to break up as adults. It isn't just "bye bye" and walk away. Axel and I had a house together. Three cats, two cars and a lot of furniture.

We had been sloppy. We hadn't prepared for our break up and didn't know who had paid what. Most of the bills and things were in Axel's name and by law he was the owner of our house, the cars, even the cats. Axel was a good guy, he would never take all of it and let me drown but it was I, who broke up with him so it felt like the responsibility was on me. He didn't have such a big interest in it. He just continued to live as before.

A week before Christmas I sat him down to talk it through. I still lived with him, sleeping on the couch. It felt like the most fair thing when I was the one that broke up with him and because of Axel's height.

"Do you want the house or should we sell it? I can never afford it alone." I said watching him scratch the hair on his chin. He had let his facial hair grow out so he had a mustache and a bit of a stubble. It suited him, even the hair going down his throat.

"I don't know," he said and shrugged his shoulders uninterested.

"Can you afford it?" I ask. I knew he couldn’t and I just wanted him to realize that so we could sell the house. Axel just shrugged his shoulders again and made a face of indifference.

"Then I think we should sell. Put it on the market as fast as we can."

He still didn't say anything, just lifted Carrie in his arms and talked baby babble at her. It felt like I was talking to a five year old. Hadn't he gone through excessive therapy?

"Hello? Axel?"

"Yeah?" He said as if we hadn't been in a conversation.

"Should we sell?"

"I should talk to dad."

I sighed and looked through my notes.

"The cats?"

"Oh, I can take the cats," said Axel and looked up from Carrie at me. Of course he could, but I wanted them too.

"Maybe we can split them?"

"Naah, that's not fair to them. I’ll take them. They can live with dad if we sell this place."

I hated that he could offer that. How they could live as a bundle with his father. How they still could have their normal life. I couldn't give them that.

"Fine." I said bitterly.

"And you broke up with us. Remember?"

"I said fine! Shut up."

Axel smirked a little. Before I would have thought it was cute but now it just annoyed me.

What also started to annoy me was how little Axel was home. He had said he wanted the cats, still he wasn't home. He said he was home while I worked but I wondered if it was true. On Christmas I finally decided to move to my parents. So that I’d be able to celebrate Christmas with them but also to get away from Axel. Even if he had changed and also my feelings, it was too much to live in close quarters with him. Seeing him wet and naked coming from the shower. Seeing his snuggly clothes and not wearing them. Hearing his giggles while playing with the cats. It was torture.

I needed to move out and create something of my own.

×

It was in the beginning of February when I heard something real from Axel again. We had just written the occasional text about splitting our things and the obligatory Merry Christmas but this time he asked me to come over for coffee. We saw each other on a snowy Sunday. Like always he had shoveled the driveway nicely and put up fairy lights on the trees. I couldn't see much decor in the windows or on the porch and it made me a bit worried. I knocked at the door even if it felt off. It was my house.

Axel opened and I had forgotten how tall he actually was and first stared at his chest. He wore a black corduroy button up that was lazily buttoned so I could see his tattooed chest and the silver chain hanging on top of them. His hair was longer and the mustache even thicker. Was he forced to look so good?

"Hey," he said and smiled a little.

"Hey handsome," I said to see his reaction but also because he needed to know he looked good. But Axel didn't say anything, just gave me a strained smile and went into the kitchen. I regretted my comment and made a mental faceplant. I walked into the living room to say hello to the cats but was surprised at what I saw instead. Axel had stuffed all my belongings in boxes. Not the furniture but everything else.

"Axel..?" I said as I continued to look around. I hadn’t entertained the idea that we would get together again but I had hoped it would take time for him to get over me. Just as some sort of selfish ego boost.

"Hmm?" Axel came into the living room with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

"Have you packed everything?"

"Yeah, I got some help from some friends."

I furrowed my brows.

"Your friends packed my stuff?"

"Not the clothes but the stuff, yeah."

Before Christmas he didn't even want to talk about moving apart.

"So you wanted me to get the stuff?"

"Not today but someday. I want to talk about the house."

We went to the kitchen that also was empty of all my thrift store finds. I realized when I looked around that Axel couldn't have had many things. It was completely empty.

He poured his coffee and then we sat down at the exact same place I had broken up with him. Still when I looked at him he felt like the winner in all of this.

"So, dad has an idea." He said as he took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie he had made.

"Okay?" I took a cookie too because I knew Axel's cookies were great, even if they were vegan.

"He will buy your share."

I looked at him with concern.

"Can he afford that? He already help you with your studies?"

"He’s going to sell a part of his land instead."

I nodded and chewed my cookie slowly.

"Is that okay?"

I took a moment to think and looked at Axel's tattooed chest again, the exposed forearms. The scars in his face and those lovely plumped lips. At last I looked at the bracelet with green stones. He wasn't mine anymore. I fucked it up. Now I wish I knew he wouldn't ever come back to me.

×

I loved Halloween. Loved, before Axel and I broke up. We used to have a big Halloween party at the house where everyone was forced to dress up as something scary. No sexy kittens or hot football players, much to Vanessa's disappointment. The only one who didn't dress up was Axel. He would wear one of his trashed t-shirts or tank tops with jeans. They had been such successful parties except that time Axel threw a corkscrew at a guy's head. And that time he locked himself in the bathroom and refused to be a part of the party. His favorite tradition to partake in happened the day after when he and I would watch horror movies in bed. He always made the scariest sound effects or tried to scare me but when the jump scares came he jumped higher than me. Then he laughed, giggled high and full of adrenaline. This year was different for me. No Axel, no house, no Vanessa. Me and Celia were at a house party with people five years younger than us. I felt old and in silence I missed how things had been. Especially during my time with Axel. Eventually, Celia and I found ourselves at a nightclub. We were the only ones not in costume but it felt like my bitterness was scarier than most people's masks.

We sat down by a table, drank margaritas while I judged the people dressed as Frankenstein and fairies. I sang along lowly to a remix of Tatu's song All The Things She Said playing on the dance floor even if I hated it and looked around bored. It was then I saw him. If I hadn't seen who it was I would have checked him out. Or maybe I did. I guess I always would. He was dressed in black jeans and his regular work boots and a long leather coat. His tattooed chest underneath it was exposed. His hair was pushed back and the mustache shaved, instead he had on white and black face paint. He looked like the joker but at the same time he didn’t. He was dark, goth and sexy as hell. I thought about stopping him before I saw him walk up to a midsize girl in a black maxi dress. Her dark hair was in a half updo with long curls hanging down her back. I guessed she looked like some sort of vampire but she had make up on her neck that made it look like she had been nearly beheaded. She lifted her arms towards Axel who smiled and took her in his arms then kissed softly. I could feel Celia's eyes on me but I couldn't look away even if my heart broke, broke in a gaping wound like the girl's neck.

Axel's hand caressed her waist and then continued up to her chest. She wasn't at all what I had thought Axel's new girl would look like. I had always thought she would look like me or Vanessa. This girl was bigger than me, not as beautiful as Vanessa and much darker in her style than the both of us. Her make up told me she was used to doing darker looks. I almost felt offended that this was the girl he ended up with. The only thing about her that filled Axel's taste was her full chest which he was now hugging in his hands while he stood behind her. She just giggled and laid her hands on his.

"Do you want to go?" Asked Celia.

I didn't answer, just stood up and started to walk towards Axel who had let go of the girl's tits and instead stood next to her hand in hand while ordering something from the bartender. I snuck up next to him and when he turned around he jumped just as high as when we used to watch all those horror movies together.

"Oh fuck! Jesus!" He exclaimed and put his hands on each side of his face just like Munch's the Scream.

"Hey Axel," I said and smirked a little then leaned in for a hug.

"Oh shit, you're a mad woman," he said and hugged me back. He then looked to his left, at the curvy raven haired girl.

"This is Misha, my ex. And this is my girlfriend, Theo." He smiled brightly, he didn't have any ounce of shame in his body just looked at his girlfriend like she was made of gold and sunshine. Then I reacted to the name. Theo. Wasn't that one of his new friends when they studied together? I tried to smile but it didn't matter because they were busy looking at each other like the word "girlfriend" had awakened a lust they couldn't control. I wanted to throw up.

The bartender gave them each a beer on draft, hers a bit more red in color. I looked at Axel's makeup and wondered for a short moment if it was meant to look so faded or if he had had a hard night. Her make up looked fantastic with a smokey eye and dark red lips, and I guessed she had done his make up too.

"Axe, can I talk to you?" I asked carefully and tried to smile at his girlfriend who just continued to smile, maybe it was her who was dressed as the joker.

"Sure, can we go out and sit? I need a smoke break anyway." He didn't even let me answer before he had turned to his girlfriend and gave her a kiss. And one more. One more. One more.

"I will be back soon." He said lowly to her and she nodded and patted his flat stomach a few times. Axel looked up at me and I tried to fix my face fast.

"Let’s go." He took his beer and did a motion to the door. I followed, looking at the long leather coat moving with his motion. I just wore a crop top and jeans. Nothing special with big bohemian earrings. I was hot tonight, even lost a few pounds by being single.

Axel sat down by a table outside and dug in his pockets for a cigarette pack. I sat down opposite him while he lit up.

"So how are you doing, Axe? New girl and all." I tried to sound as if I was lightly teasing but you could hear the bitterness in the end.

"It's great. We’ve been together for like three months, or four maybe so it's new. Have you met someone?" He asked and took a long drag of his cigarette.

"I've just dated a little. Haven't found anyone interesting." I lied and watched his bare torso once again. Fuck. It would take a long time for me to get over him.

Axel sat quietly, probably waiting for me to say something and to calm my nerves I snatched a cigarette from his pack along with his lighter. When I had taken a drag I turned my eyes on him.

"Isn't Theo a dude’s name?"

Axel shrugged. " I think it's sexy. She can be whatever she wants." He smirked and played with his cigarette between his teeth.

"Sure, sure… How did you meet?"

"I guess you might recognize the name. We met in September last year. She became my teacher more or less. She taught me to write an essay and take notes on lectures. She totally fucking saved me." He smiled big but then looked serious. "But we were just friends until you and I broke up."

I nodded a little. I didn't know if I trusted him but didn't feel like I had the right to question it.

"So you study together?" I asked and watched him ash off his cigarette.

"No, she studies at the university. We met in the library. She‘ll be a doctor in a year." I could see he was proud but tried to hide it from me. I get why he was proud, to become a doctor isn't a small thing. It is a real achievement. I just smiled a little and then got serious and took a deep breath.

"Axe, there is something I want to tell you… That has tormented me.” He looked at me with a serious expression, his wide eyes became even wider. I took a deep breath again.

"I cheated on you. Just once. It was just a blow job. Nothing else."

Axel stubbed out his cigarette and looked out in the dark. He looked sad but no anger was detected.

"I know. I heard about it just a week after. Or maybe not even that." He said without looking at me.

"You know? How?"

"Vanessa called me. You did cheat with her boyfriend. Of course she told me."

I sat in silence, pictures of Vanessa's party in November last year flashed in front of my eyes. How hot her boyfriend was. How much he reminded me of a younger Axel. His much smaller dick down my throat. Vanessa's tears.

"I was just drunk and stupid and…" I sighed.

"But why didn't you say anything?" I continued. Axel still didn't look at me but instead played with his lighter.

"I was ashamed of that night with Vanessa. I knew it was harder on you than what you told me… When I saw his picture I kinda got it. He was hot. Younger than me. More rebellious… And just like you I probably saw that our relationship was dead. And in some way I did cheat too."

"Hmm?" I said confused but also curious, it would be a relief to know I wasn't the only cheating asshole in our relationship.

"Me and Theo never did anything while you and I were together but yeah, I thought about it. I probably fell in love with her much earlier than I wish to confess. But you and I had gone through so much together…" He looked up at the sky again, the cold smoke that came out from his black painted lips. It was cold but the alcohol and emotions kept me warm. I didn't even know what the feeling was. Some sort of sadness but mixed in with some sort of happiness for Axel. His words were so real and I didn't want to begrudge his feelings for Theo. I was the one that cheated, he was just the one looking at the choices.

"I'm happy for you, Axe. I'm happy you finally got some peace in your life."

"Yeah. Yeah." He smiled brightly. "But I'm grateful I got some wild years with you." He continued and gave me a crooked smile.

"But… could you tell me your story?" I asked pleadingly.

Axel sighed with a small smile.

"No. There is no reason for me to tell you now. And I don't like to talk about it."

"Oh come on Axel! You have gone through so much therapy. Just tell me!" I caressed his forearm down to his hand and laced my fingers with his.

He gave me a strained smile as he let go of my hand and stood up.

"I'm going back to my girl now," he said and I watched him take his beer and walk in without turning around.

It was colder when he left and even if he acted like he had forgiven me I couldn't stop myself from being ashamed of what I had done to him. I watched his back inside the club. He was so much taller than the people around him. I thought about his face in the face paint. I thought about his make-up free face when we met each other in February. He was sexier than all the guys, not even Vanessa's ex would have a chance against him but Axel had a girl and it wasn't me.

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #fiction #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #axel cluney #zeitgeist

[stevesharrlngtons]

How do ya think Axel shows his love VS how he needs to be loved?

axel shows his love in acts of service.

he shows you he loves you by never having you lift a finger when he’s around. by fixing anything and everything that could possible stress you out of its broken. he will make a simple dinner when he knows you’re gonna be having a late night and he won’t you even think about washing any dishes. he drives you around anywhere you need to go. he opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, holds your jacket open so you can put it on. he will pleasure you for hours, to the point where you think he couldn’t possibly be enjoying it all, but he really really is. he’ll keep his head between your thighs until your voice is hoarse and your legs are numb. he would carry you everywhere if he could, so your pretty little feet would never have to touch the ground again.

axel needs to be loved with words of affirmation and physical touch.

he needs to be told of your love for him often. he needs to be told that he is your one and only and that you will always be with him. he needs to be given little compliments that remind him he is worthy and that you think he’s amazing. he needs to be reassured and praised. he loves little nicknames (giving and receiving them) and terms of endearment from his s/o.

and axel needs to be touched. he needs to feel your hand in his. he needs you to wrap your arms around his waist and to kiss between his shoulder blades. he needs to spoon with you at night, on the couch, in the back seat of his car, basically anywhere. he wants pda so he knows you are happy to be with him and willing to show anyone that you are. he needs constant kisses, like even if you’re just leaving to run to the bathroom he wants a goodbye kisses. he needs sexual intimacy, so he can feel impossibly close to you in every way. sex is def a big way that he gives and feels love.

for both, quality time is very important. both of you need to be in the others presence to feel completely comfortable and at ease. you two are never happier than you are than when you’re with each other.

#I need me a real axel ASAP #axel cluney x reader #axel cluney imagine #answered #stevesharrlngtonswrites

[emmyrosee]

I wonder how the axel and Roman trio meet ?? I need more of them too🥺🥺🥺

LEMME TELL YA🥺🥺

I don’t exactly have a set example of how they met.... BUT IF I DID-

You had been driving Roman’s car for the past few days while he’d been on a business trip. Things between the two of you had been like, rocky and sorta weird between the two of you, and it definitely got to your head.

Like, he just was never home. He never wanted to be home. Your feeling of anxiety and irritation grew as the man seemingly avoided you like the plague.

And having been so distracted, you accidentally may or may not have hit a curb, effectively popping Roman’s expensive tires and damaging his even more expensive rim. You literally had no idea how it happened, and you couldn’t have it towed because Roman sees the bills, so you literally just scribble on a napkin that you were going to find a mechanic and you would be back.

Infallible logic, of course.

And luckily for you, you manage to stumble across a pretty decent looking shop not too far from the incident, and when you went in, flailing and waving around like an absolute madwoman, tears soaking your face and snot peeking through your nose as you sobbed to this complete strange mechanic.

The man, who looked absolutely terrified at your ranting and ravings, sat you on a small, worn couch as he left the room, and within moments, he came back with a tall, grease-covered, filthy looking man.

“How can I-“

The man (who’s shirt gave no insight on his name) listened as intently as he could as you interrupted him, once again ranting your problems.

“Yeah, the curb on Green and Missouri connection is killer. Street’s too fuckin’ narrow and the turns are too wide,” the man agreed. Your jaw almost dropped as he knew exactly what you were raving about.

“Tell you what,” he continues. “I’ll have Harrison tow your truck. You stay in and relax, take a breather, and I’ll fix the-“

“I don’t have the money for that style rim. My boyfriend, it’s his car, and I-“

“Kid,” the man says, smiling. “Relax. I’ll make you another deal..” he looks over at his friend, who was apparently named Harrison, and nods at the small office of which the emerged from. “You buy me and the crew two large pizzas, stay for lunch, and I’ll take care of the rim and tire. Okay?”

And of course you were shaking your head no, there’s no way two large pizzas could even make a dent in the total that would be the rim and tire, let alone the tow and labor.

Roman was going to fucking kill you.

But, the mechanic wouldn’t take no, and told you if you felt that strongly, you could pay him back in two large pizza increments, weekly, for five weeks. It would cover the tire, and if you were willing to open beers for him in place of his grease stained fingers, he would work on the scrapes and rim after hours with no labor.

Slowly, more and more, you felt more comfortable with the man (surprise! It’s Axel) and he listened to you go on about Roman and your problems with him. Roman has come home about a week into your deal, and shit was still rocky.

About seven weeks on your originally five week deal, you’d both ended up getting pretty tipsy together, and when Roman had once again not even bothered to ask you where you were, you nearly burst into tears, stunning Axel.

“You know,” he mumbles, tossing down his wrench and gently making his way over to you. “I think your boyfriend is the most ridiculous person ever. No way I’d let a girl like you out of my sight... guys who would never even try might suddenly work up the courage.”

“Guys... like you?” You say softly.

You don’t remember much of that night, but when you woke up the next morning with greasy fingerprints painting your skin, you couldn’t help but smile softly to yourself in thought.

Slowly, Axel became more on your mind and thoughts, and Roman knew. He felt it in his bones, and as of to assert his dominance over you, he would absolutely ravish you in bed, going animalistic and wild on you.

As for how they met, that’s for another post. Because maaaan this got looooooong and I’m into it🤤❤️

#AHHH I LOVE THEM THIS GOT SO LONG OH MY GOD #whos gonna be the one to call me out for the ‘cheating’ aspect #please dont. just save it because im not gonna answer it because that negativity has no place on this blog😤❤️ #axel cluney #axel cluney fluff #axel cluney x reader #axel cluney x reader smut #axel cluney x reader fluff #axel cluney smut #axel cluney imagine #axel cluney deadpool two #axel cluney deadpool 2 #deadpool two #deadpool 2 #deadpool two smut #deadpool two fluff #deadpool two imagine #deadpool 2 fluff #deadpool 2 smut #deadpool 2 imagine #roman godfrey #roman godfrey smut #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey x reader smut #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey hemlock grove #hemlock grove #hemlock grove imagine #hemlock grove smut #axel cluney x roman godfrey x reader

[hecohansen31]

Im a bitch so Ivar, Roman and Axel for the fanfiction trope game

... you are not a bitch... but Gosh this is hard.

So, listen... I’ll start with the easy one for me: Ivar.

I don’t think that this will make sense of everyone but to me, Ivar is just Fake Dating Material, mostly because he truly truly won’t believe that he can have a chance with you, and although he is a prideful puppy, he’d think and try his best. Plus he seems the kind of guy that your parents might like... maybe... if there aren’t axes near him (I wanted to put him in ‘Enemies-To-Lovers’ but at the same time, I don’t think I’d be able to face his anger).

I have said that Roman was Enemies-to-Lovers’ material, but at the same time... I’ll admit here that he is also Slow Burn material, mostly because have you seen Roman... have you seen how closeted and traumatized he is, how much he seems damanbly vulnerable and strong. I think that it’d take him the most to open up to somebody (him and High School Sweethearts started opening up about each other after four years).

And finally ‘Enemies-To-Lovers’ for Axel, although I don’t think that it’d be truly ‘enemies’ but more like ‘rivals’ as in he’d be quite competitive in everything and at first it’d be annoying sarcastic matters and then... maybe a bit more...

Fake Dating, Enemies-To-Lovers and Slow Burn?

#walkxthexmoon #thank you sweetie #have a nice day #ask #ask game #ask answered #ivar #Ivar The Boneless #Roman Godfrey #Axel Cluney

[seancekitsch]

Can you do “Are you sure you want to do this in the car?” with Axel Cluney or Willard Russell if you write for them?

i picked axel bc trash man 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Uhhh, babe?” Axel’s voice comes from the drivers side seat beside you, and you turn your head from the window; the passing buildings of the suburb losing your interest, your boyfriend’s attention being something you wanted much more.

“Yes, handsome?” You answer in your sweetest voice, drinking in the sight of him, tattooed hands on the wheel, hair carelessly mussed in the sexiest way.

The quickest flash of a smile darts across his face, then a hard sternness coming over his features. He waits until you reach the red light at the end of the block before he responds to you.

“You, uh, want something?” he asks, eyes darting down to his lap before doubling down, “You trying to get something, doll?”

Your eyes follow his down into his lap, trailing down his stained tank top on his chest, to his lap, his thigh, where your hand is resting, nails gently scratching against his pants dangerously close to his crotch. Teasing him.

“Oops! Silly me, didn’t realize I put that there.”

Now that you’re caught, you go to move your hand back to your own lap, but his big hand catches you by the wrist. He guides your hand back down, this time directly onto his crotch, to palm his cock through the jeans. Axel groans at the contact, biting down on his plump lower lip as his truck accelerates again.

Feeling bold, you palm him again, and then your fingers start working on the button. He almost swerves when you pass that hurdle and move onto the zipper. His tattooed hands white knuckle the steering wheel when you start to fumble with the waistband of his boxers.

It’s only when your hand goes to wrap itself around his cock that he speaks again.

“Are you sure you want to do this in the car?” his voice is low, warning you, “Cause if you start this I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

You only smile, and let your fingers curl around him.

“I never start something I don’t intend on finishing, Daddy-o.”

“You do when you’re trying to piss me off.”

You scoff, but it trails off into laughter as you watch his face contort when your fingers graze the sensitive tip of his cock.

“You love me,” you say, and he can’t really deny that when his cock is in your hand, truck headed to the tiny apartment that you’ve shared for a year. He does, completely. He just laughs and shakes his head, before he makes his intentions known.

“I’m gonna pull off this road up here,” he points to the next turn, “and the second I turn this ignition off I expect you in the bed of this truck with your legs spread for me.”

You lean over, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his shoulder.

#my work #axel cluney x reader #axel cluney imagine #axel cluney smut

[scxrsgxrd]

Dive Bar//Axel Cluney

As I said on my last post, it’s been a hot minute ;) buttttttt since I’m in isolation I figured I should make myself useful and at least write something (apologies if it’s a lil rusty it’s been a while since I’ve written)

WARNINGS: 18+ mention of alcohol, mature language and all around nasty sex ;)

She entered the nearest shitty bar she could find, she needed the taste of cheap beer and the sound of overplayed, outdated records to take her mind off the lastest bust up with her husband, the arrogant, son of bitch she’d (for some reason) agreed to spend the rest of her life with. Sure marriage was nice, but that was her problem, was nice. What used to be sleepless nights of sex and shitty movies had turned into a mundane clusterfuck of petty arguments about the laundry or the dishes, the fucking dishes. She scoffed as she reminisced about the countless heated debates her and her husband had held over who was to wash a couple of plates and simply fold some clean shirts.

She began to toy with her wedding ring, swivelling it around her finger, shamelessly wondering how much lighter her finger may feel without it. She internally scolded herself, her wedding didn’t happen on some kind of whim. She met him in high school and immediately fell for his charms, hell he was the only guy she’d ever slept with, in what world would she ever be able to leave him.

“What’s a girl like you doin’ in a bar like this?” She was snapped out of her thoughts by the painfully cliché chat up line that had just been directed at her, and turned her head to the stool next to her to see what kind of fuck-boy had just decided to further ruin her night.

Oh, he was textbook, just the sort of guy you’d picture at a typical, filthy dive bar. His arms were covered in all kinds of obscene tattoos, one in particular caught her attention as it was the outline of a woman’s nude body. Her eyes scanned over the rest of him, the scuffed combat boots, the multiple rings scattered over his fingers, the slight hint of facial hair. But what caught her attention the most were his eyes, those green eyes that had some type of fire behind them, the type of fire that was dangerous, but intriguing.

“The type of girl that wants to be left alone by shitty, shitty men.” She knew she could do worse, but had a lack of energy to engage in any sort of argument with this guy. She hoped this would be enough for him to turn away and find some cheap bimbo to bother, but her statement only seemed to interest him more, as a smirk grew on his full lips.

“So there’s no reason for me to leave you alone then, another beer?” And with that, he tipped his bottle at a 90 degree angle and glugged down the remaining half of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done.

“I don’t want another fucking beer, not off you. I don’t know what type of game you’re trying to play, but I sure as hell have no wish to be sucking your dick, or worse, at the end of the night.” Although these words had just left her mouth, she couldn’t deny the small part of her that was almost pining for his balls to be down her throat. He was the type of guy you just knew would like it dirty.

“Woah woah sweetheart, calm down. Now why would I want my dick in your pretty mouth when there’s a big ol’ ring on your finger huh?” He gestured towards her wedding ring with a simple eyebrow raise, the smirk on his lips simply growing with arrogance. He knew exactly what game he was playing, it had been a while since he’d had a decent fuck, particularly with one of the good girls, those were his favourite, and he could tell this particular woman hadn’t had anything but vanilla missionary in a long, long time.

“Well, uh, yeah. You got me there.” The blush on her cheeks was inescapable. She pressed her hand against the cold bottle of beer partly to cool down the sweat forming on her palms, and partly to get her fucking drunk so she could forget about the embarrassment she’d brought upon herself infront of the hugely attractive man next to her.

“You look cute when you’re all worked up, I’m glad that’s the effect I seem to be havin’ on you. So, how much do you love that husband of yours?” This time his voice was different, it was more gravelly, and she noticed his eyes darken slightly as they raked her up and down. She should’ve known from that second what she was getting herself in for.

His bed was an oil stained mattress on an old, metal frame that looked like it’d collapse the second they both lay on it. He took her by her waist and threw her onto it, an unnerving creaking sound coming from the frame which caused him to chuckle. He lent down and held the back of her neck, pulling her in for yet another deep, sloppy kiss. She happily obliged, wrapping her arms around the guy she’d barely known for an hour. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or simply his charm that worked back to his place, but one thing she knew for sure was that walking tomorrow would not be easy.

“You like that honey?” He purred in her ear when his lips moved to her neck, licking and sucking on all the right spots she never even knew existed. She could barely even muster up an answer as her back arched off his bed, strangled moans leaving her mouth as she reached for the t shirt he was wearing. He took the initiative to pull it off over his head, throwing it into the corner of the room. She paused for a few seconds to take in the man infront of her, her eyes scanning over the litter of tattoos across his chest and abdomen until he grew impatient and began to kiss her again, slightly rougher this time.

That was when his own hands reached for the hem of her shirt, swiftly ridding her of it in a matter of seconds, his eyes now focusing on the last item between himself and her breasts. He barely even paused before undoing the clasp on her bra, freeing her from it and giving his eyes the full view they’d been waiting for. A groan left his mouth as he moved his calloused hands over her chest, the slight coldness of the rings on her fingers causing her to gasp as his fingers grazed over her hardening nipples.

“Your tits are fuckin’ amazing.” He almost murmured to himself as his hands continued to roam over them, pinching one of his nipples between his fingers every so often, causing her to jolt into his own chest. He then pushed her onto her back, fixing his hands onto her arms in order to hold her in place as his tongue began to trace its way around the curve of her left boob, slowly making its way to her nipple as he fixed his mouth around it. An awfully loud moan left her mouth as he began to suck, still using his tongue to trace over her nipple, his fingers playing with the opposite one which was beginning to cause a painful ache between her legs.

“I-I can’t.. I can’t take much more, I need y-you to do something down there.” She could barely stammer her way through the sentence, the gaze he gave her causing the pain to worsen. He lifted himself up and moved his face until it was mere centimetres away from hers, her erratic breaths being the only noise in the room for what felt like hours.

“Tell you what princess, I’ll make you a deal huh? You tell me what you want me to do to that sweet little pussy of yours, and I’ll do it.” He finally broke the silence, his characteristic smirk returning as he saw her almost horrified expression. He knew damn well nobody had ever spoken to her like this, not even the man she married.

“I.. I want you to.. I want you to taste it.” The words had barely left her mouth before he was yanking her jeans down with her underwear inside them, a deep, throat growl leaving him as he saw her pussy for the first time. She’d barely been on his sheets a minute and she was already soaking them. On a different occasion he would’ve teased her, made her beg for his touch, his tongue, but he’d never been so desperate to taste someone as he was to taste her.

He lay her so she was spread eagle on his bed, her thighs pinned to the mattress by his large hands, giving her a last glance before he dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue lazily lapped over her soaked folds, a groan of appreciation coming from him as he tasted how sweet she was. He then turned his attention to her already swollen clit, giving it a few light kisses before attaching his plump lips around it, sucking on her slowly, every so often he’d pull back slightly and graze his tongue over her. Oh, she was a mess on the bed infront of him. She let go of whatever was left of her inhibitions and yelled various profanities over and over while pulling on his hair, so hard she was surprised she wasn’t hurting him. She could feel his fingers slowly tracing their way up her thighs until they reached her soaked folds, he gave a second to adjust before plunging his middle and index finger inside her, immediately finding a rhythm that made her almost scream out as he continued to suck and lick at her clit. Axel could feel her beginning to tighten and clench around his fingers as her thighs began to tremble and her moans were beginning to turn into whimpers.

“I don’t think so pretty girl, you ain’t gonna cum yet.” And with that, he pulled away from her. His fingers were covered in her arousal, he gazed at them before beginning to suck on them, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he savoured every last drop of her.

He then picked up her left hand, seemingly admiring the ring on her finger. That was when he kissed the tip of her ring finger, then began to slowly move his mouth down it until he reached the base, not once breaking eye contact with her. His teeth clamped around the bottom of the ring, bringing his mouth back up her finger and taking the ring with him. He spat it into his hand and discarded it onto his bedside table, beginning to unbuckle his belt and rid himself of the jeans and boxers that were causing him discomfort due to the raging hard on he’d had ever since they left the bar.

That was when she saw him in his full glory. His cock was intimidatingly huge and thick, with pre-cum already leaking out of his bright red tip. Her attention was then brought to the multiple piercings he had situated on his dick, didn’t they hurt?

“It’ll feel good sweet, I promise. Oh, and the names Axel by the way.” He interrupted her thoughts as he began to position himself between her legs, pumping his hand up and down himself a few times before lining himself up against her folds. “You’re gonna need somethin’ to scream out, aren’t you sweetheart?” His arrogance that at one point would’ve infuriated her only turned her on even more, all she could do was nod and bite down on her lip as she felt his tip slowly enter her. He then placed his hands on the metal frame above her as he began to slowly ease himself into her, giving her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he fully entered her.

“Mm, I’m gonna enjoy stretchin’ out this sweet little cunt.” He cooed at her, pulling back out of her slowly. With no warning he then plunged deep into her, his hips coming into contact with hers as he began to hit spots inside her she’d never even felt before. He gave her no time to re-adjust before repeating this move, grinding his hips against hers as he found a way to go even deeper into her.

“O-oh my fuck, Axel, Jesus fuck, Axel.” She cried out, screwing her eyes shut as she began to lose herself in pure euphoria. His thrusts were only getting stronger and she relished in the feeling of getting her brains fucked out by a complete stranger, she could already feel her stomach begin to tighten as he repeatedly hit the spot inside her that made her almost jolt off the bed entirely.

Her eyes then completely widened when he closed his hand around her throat, squeezing ever so slightly tighter when her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and her moans became more and more pornographic. “You like don’t you? You like feeling me fuckin’ choke you, don’t you you little slut?” He growled, running his thumb over her lip and turning his gaze towards her face.

At that point all she could do was nod feebly, any time she opened her mouth the only thing leaving it was another whimper. Her eyebrows furrowed as he ceased his thrusting completely, his eyes now blazing with a mixture of lust and anger. “I asked you a fuckin’ question sweetheart, I expect a fuckin’ answer, where are those manners of yours?” His grip only seemed to tighten around her throat and she realised the playful side of Axel disappeared.

“Y-yes Axel, I like it.” She was surprised she even managed that, but nonetheless this seemed to please him enough for him to start his deep thrusts once again, this time going at a slower pace which allowed her to feel every inch of his cock and the sharp piercings that grazed against her walls, making her head roll back against his pillows and her hips involuntary arch into each of his thrusts.

Axel had never had pussy like hers, nobody matched up to the way she was making him feel. The way she was clenching around him was fucking beautiful, not to mention the way she looked while underneath him, her tits bouncing with each thrust and her arms fixed around him with her nails digging deep into the skin on his back, scraping up and down the length of him as he clenching began to get tighter and her moans became more strained. He savoured a few more seconds of looking down at her before he released his grip on her throat, his fingers now moving down her clit as he began to harshly rub at her in figure of eight motions, making her writhe and convulse beneath him.

“Oh, Axel, right there, right fucking there. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.” She called out, her nails digging deeper into his back as she felt her stomach tighten and a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time course throughout her whole body. Her back arched completely off the bed as her orgasm came over, she lost all of her senses she felt Axel continually rubbing her clit and move his cock in and out of her. Once she came down she opened her eyes to see beads of sweat forming on Axel’s forehead as his thrusting became more sloppy and his grunts became more frequent.

She shuffled herself slightly so he was able to go deep enough to stimulate his own release, and she allowed him to have full reign over her pussy as he slid his hand underneath her, holding her closer to him as his whole body stiffened. He groaned and cursed in her ear as she felt him completely fill her up, the warmth of his cum soothing her sore walls as he gave one last thrust before pulling out of her and flopping down on the bed next to her.

He allowed her to rest his head on his chest as they lay in silence, he wasn’t one for idle pillow talk after a one night stand and he assumed she wasn’t either. He ran his long fingers through her hair and over her shoulders, tickling over her back gently as she groaned in appreciation, her eyes beginning slowly close. Once her steady breathing indicated she was asleep he began to relax himself, running a hand through his hair to remove it from his forehead before gently moving his fingers back to her warm, smooth skin.

When she opened her eyes in the morning a slight feeling of guilt washed over her, as her eyes fixed on the wedding ring that was discarded on Axel’s bedside table. She gently moved herself away from his lanky limbs she became intertwined with in the night and gently got up off his mattress, careful not to wake him. As she stared at her ring for a few seconds her mind wandered to the possibility of leaving it where it was and getting back into bed with her stranger, losing herself in his warmth. She shook her head and internally scolded herself for having this thought, her place wasn’t in the bed of some random guy from a bar, it was with her husband. With that, she fixed the ring back on her finger and quietly dressed herself, making sure to run her fingers through her tangled hair before she left.

Once she had finished making herself look somewhat presentable, she approached his bedroom door, and took once last glance over her shoulder at at the stranger from the dive bar.

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[nikky-the-writer]

Simple Tattoo

Axel Cluney x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Reader is annoyed by Axel’s choice of small tattoos

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

You hummed with the song that was playing in the tattoo parlor while sketching in your notebook oblivious to the world around you. Every line you took was thought well through as you were working on the new piece that you will get tattooed. It wasn't the first tattoo that you were designing for yourself, but it was the largest one that you are going to place on your sternum just below your breasts. The parlor wasn’t really busy in the morning so you had enough time to relax with your legs placed on the desk as you kept your sketchbook in your lap, although you weren’t alone. Yukio was sitting close to you with her focus on the laptop managing appointments for the following week and Domino was practically shouting from the other room telling you about what happened to her last night. However, your attention stayed on the paper at least until you heard the doors opening. You regretted immediately when you saw who walked in. A tall figure approached Yukio and you tried subtly move closer to her.

“Do you have an appointment?” Yukio asked while twirling a piece of her colored hair between her fingers.

“No, it’s a small piece, so I thought to drop by if you have some time.” His voice was low, but you still manage to hear his accent clearly and you didn’t miss when he glanced your way; he probably thought that it will go unnoticed by you, but you still saw it.

“Well, I’m sure tha-“

Before Yukio could answer you cut her off because you knew that she will say that you have time. “I’ll go talk to Domino, to see if we have some time available for you.” Closing your notebook you were looking at him and you could see the second when his face dropped.

Before your friend could say anything like the fact that all the appointments were written on her laptop that was literally in front of her you disappeared into the back room.

“He is here again,” you exhaled loudly while letting your body to fall into the chair.

“What do you have against him?” Domino took a sip of her coffee while waiting for your answer.

“It’s just that every time he comes here I have to tattoo him and every time it is just some small simple thing and it is annoying.” You didn’t bother to hide contempt in your voice that you had for the man whose mechanic shop was across from yours.

“But he is your regular,” Domino stated still not understanding what you had against smaller tattoos.

“I never asked for it.” Your voice got a bit quieter as you stared at your fingers avoiding her burning stare.

“You are such a snob sometimes,” she chuckled. She was longer in this business than you and she understood that you can get frustrated sometimes, but she knew that there has to be something more because you would only get frustrated with Axel.

“Just because I want to do large and detailed pieces doesn’t make me a snob. I know that everyone has their own style and everything and I respect it, but it doesn’t mean that I have to tattoo him every time he walks in."

“You can’t say no to your client.” She stated knowing that you were aware of it.

“Client? Dom, he is just…” You stopped yourself before letting an insult to slip out your mouth.

“You like him,” she said a bit careful not wanting to push too far because she honestly didn’t know what was with you and him. You, Yukio and she were friends since you were kids but she never knew what was going inside your head.

“No, I was going to say that I despise him.” You made a grimace not even realizing it.

“God, just fuck him already. He got under your skin and now just let him in your pants and you’ll be alright.”

“Why don’t you fuck him?” You said louder not even sure if somebody else could hear you.

“Well, I could.”

“Than do it, I’m taking a break I’ll be back in twenty and you do his tattoo, alright?”

“Yeah,” she just confirmed before you left.

Walking back to the front you stopped to grab your jacket before turning to Yukio.

“You can send him in,” heading towards the door you stopped after hearing Axel’s voice.

“Shouldn’t you be inside if you’re going to tattoo me?” he asked scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah…” shrugging your shoulders you glanced towards the door before continuing. “I won’t be tattooing you today, Domino will.” And with those words, you quickly left not giving him a chance to say anything else.

“Hey Vanessa,” you said greeting the woman behind the counter in the small bakery that you just entered.

“Hey, girl, you running away,” she smiled as she tilted her head to the large window from which she could see your shop.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, Wade told me about Axel and you, and I wa-” she started, but you quickly cut her off.

“Axel and me? What did he say ‘because there is nothing to say?” you were already rolling your eyes thinking about all possibilities that Wade could have said.

“Well you know, Wade. He just said that you two fucked and that you are avoiding him now,” she shrugged while wiping the counter from the crumbs.

“Can you bring that idiot here?” you asked gesturing towards the open space behind her that was leading into the back room where Wade was baking.

“Yep, give me a sec,” she said before leaving and a few seconds later she appeared with Wade following her.

“H-”

“Why are you telling people that I slept with Axel?” You cut him of demanding answer and Wade actually flinched at your voice just as an old lady that was sitting close to the counter while eating a donut.

“I never said slept, you two probably fucked like animals, no sleeping.” He explained proudly as if what he was saying was worth of pat on the back.

“I was never with him,” you stated placing your palms on the smooth surface while Vanessa busied herself with moving the bagels from one half-empty tray to another.

“Are you sure?” he said suspiciously while leaning closer.

“Wade, I don’t drink like you, of course, that I know whom I have and whom I haven’t fucked, so stop spreading rumors.” You smiled; it was the fakest smile that you could place on your face and Wade copied you doing the same before winking.

“But he wants to.”

“What?” You were so confused right now and the biggest question to you was from where did he get all of that useless information?

“Axel wants to play put it i-”

“Oh God just stop, I hate your metaphors,” you said after placing your palm over his mouth to shut him up, but as he was stronger than you, he easily pulled them away.

“I bet you wouldn’t tell him to stop, would you?” he smiled cheekily.

“I don’t know if you and the rest of the world are aware that you don’t have to be attracted to every guy that walks past you.” You crossed your arms over your chest staring at him intensely.

“He is not just any guy,” he said while slightly punching you in the shoulder.

“Yeah, alright,” you swat his hand away. “Can I just get my usual so that I can leave?” you asked turning to Vanessa.

“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart,” she said before arranging your order.

“So you don’t want to hit that?”

“Who your wife? Well, a girl can only dream,” you smirked at him before winking at Vanessa who winked back hearing your conversation.

“Oh, I like that; you know we could arrange som-”

“Only if you are not in that equation,” you quickly added which caused his smile to drop.

“Now, I am offended, you wounded me deeply,” he said placing his palm on his chest.

“Yeah, right.”

“Here you go,” Vanessa offered you three paper bags and you placed your money on the counter before taking them from her.

“Thanks, see you guys later,” you left in a hurry before Wade could say anything else.

You walked past Axel’s shop before crossing the street to the parlor with three paper bags in your hands. The heat from inside, just as the smell was making your mouth water and you couldn’t wait to eat. But although the food was on your mind also was Axel. He was actually an interesting man at least when he would say something while you would tattoo him, but you were tired of getting involved with anyone. The last guy you were with was a complete idiot and it ended just as the most relationships; you found him in the bed with another woman. And that made you a bit self-conscious about yourself thinking that you weren’t enough. What happened only assure you that you will never have a one night stand because you were clearly bad at sex, so every time when somebody was even a bit interested in you, you would be cold towards them. You knew that people didn’t deserve it, but you didn’t want someone to actually fall for you and that thought actually made you laugh knowing that it will never happen. Because of everything you thought on that subject you wanted to kill everyone around you that actually made you feel as if there is a possibility to be with Axel although you didn’t know if he was only interested in sex or more, however, you were kind of leaning into finding out.

“I brought food,” you waved with the paper bags in front of her face and Yukio grabbed one with her name on it.

“I could kiss you right now,” she said already taking a bit of the sweet pastry.

“Rather not, I’m actually terrified of your girlfriend.”

“She would never hurt you,” Yukio said between two bits.

“Yeah, right,” you shrugged before turning to the doors that were leading to the room where Domino was tattooing.

“Dom is still inside?”

“Mhm,” she murmured.

“I will just give her the food while is still warm,” you said before grabbing Domino’s bag and leaving yours with Yukio.

“Ok,” Yukio said before peeking into your bag to still some of your food.

  Before you opened the door you could hear some strange noises and you only hoped that it wasn’t what you thought it was, but you were not that lucky and you confirmed your suspicion with opening the door.

“Are you serious?” you exclaimed loudly. Your eyes were wide opened as in front of you stood Domino and Axel half naked and you didn’t dare to look lower than their chests. You didn’t even take notice of their reactions when you walked in the room too busy in trying to find anything reasonable in front of you. “You do know that we have to stick to health regulations? How are bodily fluids sterile, really?” Only after you said it you found the double meaning in it and you almost started laughing before glancing at Axel. “I mean, I apologize if you are actually sterile, but I didn’t mean it that way.” Forcing a smile you had to admit that you felt betrayed at that moment, but it was your own fault. However, you were always good at not letting other people see your emotions on your face so you just took a deep breath before deciding what to do.

Looking directly at Axel you finally spoke: “Put your clothes on and get out. And if you ever wish for another tattoo hope that Domino is willing to tattoo you in your own shop because this is not a fucking brothel.” After you said completely calmly, you got out without a word to Yukio only taking your sweet breakfast with you leaving the parlor behind.

A/N: Thank you for reading!!!

#axel cluney #axel cluney x reader #axel cluney imagine #deadpool imagine #deadpool 2 #x-force imagine

[ask-acidious-zeitgeist]

Axel Cluney is ready to answer your questions!

(This blog will include spoilers from Deapool 2 and the X-Force comics. While this is the movie version of Axel, there will be references and tie-ins with his comic book counterpart as well.)

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[sanguinesinners]

"Without my work... I'm nothing." - to Axel 💚

"Nah! That's not fuckin' true"

Axel looked nervous as hell, he didn't have much experience with dealing with sentiment or anything like this, yet he was still as caring as he wanted to be - Even if he seemed a little goofy at times.

"You are way more than you credit yourself - Ya just gotta see everythin' from a different perspective" He explained, giving Liv a small sheepish smile "A positive one at least"

#Axel Cluney Answered ; #Sexy Toxic Waste ; #{Eat Shit And Die 🤮}

[ill-skillsgard]

Another goth out here - Can I ask for hc's of all the Bill boys you write for with a goth girl, please?

Why, yes! I’d love to. After all... Everyone needs a cute goth GF, right? You know it’s true.

Axel Cluney

He steals her fishnets. They just look good on him. Axel likes to show some skin and he’s not a fan of real shirts. Only garments with holes in them, and she happens to have a lot of those. Axel will convince her to do a clothing swap with him until she gets fed up sacrificing her clothes and brings him to a goth market where he can buy his own stuff.

They compare tattoos. She has some meaningful and dark tattoos and Axel is covered in ink he let his friend put on him as “practice”...That friend is now in jail tattooing convicts, but Axel insists they’re not prison tats.

He shows her new music. Everything she loves, Axel loved when he was a  kid, and makes it a point to remind her of his refined taste by bringing her mix CDs which she can’t play because who even owns a CD-player anymore? (He buys her one from the local pawn shop so they can listen to Smashing Pumpkins together.)

Axel contemplates dying his hair black. He loves hers, so why not his?

Roman Godfrey

She has a crush on him first, thinking he’s the closest thing to the local “goth” boy, then realizes he’s not goth at all. She might think he’s a poser. After much back and forth, she decides he’s just a fashion guy, but he already has his sights set on her. He wears all the black in his closet and then buys more to assimilate.

Roman’s idea of a first date is bringing her to a forest where he smokes cigarettes and talks about being an outcast. She makes fun of him only a little bit, then steals his scarf. He lets her keep it, saying it looks better on her anyway.

He asks her if she knows any witchcraft or spells; if she believes in spirits and all that. It surprises her to hear these questions and she answers, “why? You wanna put a hex on someone?”

Roman has found a match for his attitude. He thought he was the world’s biggest brat until he meets her. It’s a huge turn-on for him to have a girl that doesn’t put up with bullshit.

Henry Deaver

She scares him. Like a lot. But it’s hot...Right? He doesn’t know if she hates him or not, but he’ll find out once he summons the courage to talk to her.

He’s wildly afraid of coming off as unimpressive, but he doesn’t know what these kinds of girls like. So he buys up a bunch of old-school horror movies, some of them truly god-awful, and hopes she’ll want to watch one of them. Oh, and he has to keep the lights on, and no, he won’t explain why. He just likes to watch movies with the light on. Yes, there’s a glare on the screen, and no, it doesn’t bother him.

She figures out Henry is jumpy and will lurk in the shadows to pop out at him at any chance. He screams and clutches his chest the first couple of times, then spends the rest of their time together peering around corners and assessing where she is at all times.

He will not make the first move. She kisses him first, under a full moon, and Henry practically melts.

The Kid

He’s the only man that kind of freaks her out. He’s tall, dark, quiet, and not in the typecast way. This guy looks like a dead tree. He kind of sits there all stiff and wide-eyed like ghosts are talking to him. Until he cracks his first gentle smile, she’s not even sure he has a pulse.

The Kid knows all the best scary movies, and we’re not talking Friday the  Thirteenth and A Nightmare on Elm Street. He has a stash of the freakiest underground film that makes even her feel uncomfortable watching, and she grew up on this shit.

She likes to wear dark lipstick, and he’s the only one who doesn’t make snide or “clever” comments. He likes the way she dresses and does herself up. It reminds him of a little porcelain doll. A cursed doll, but cute nonetheless.

To her surprise, he kisses her first. He’s not the most vocal guy, but he can read body language, and he knows it’s the right time. When he pulls away, the smile on her face turns his icy insides to liquid.

Henry Pearl

They meet at a midnight art showing in the middle of the town’s square. Her booth is set up with her spooky dolls and sinister paintings, sculptures and metaphysical crafts of bone and crystals. Henry gravitates toward her when he hears people whispering about her weird art.

She begs him to teach her some painting techniques, as she’s intrigued by his skill, and he obliges, but only later at night.

He makes her breakfast at night, explaining that nine PM is the perfect time for pancakes. She doesn’t mind since she’s a night owl by nature.

After they see each other for a few weeks, Henry paints a portrait of her and gets his first kiss as a result. It rocks his entire world. After the kiss, all he ever wants to paint is her face.

Mickey

He tries a little too hard to get her attention at first. She doesn’t know whether she finds him pathetic or if it’s kiiinda cute how he follows her around like a puppy.

They bond over music one day in Mickey’s car, which is NOT the car she first saw him driving. He lights up when metal plays, croons to power ballads, gets emotional over the break-up songs. She can see he’s a genuine dude who wears his emotions on his sleeve.

Mickey brings her flowers he stole from various gardens. He had a vision of buying her a bouquet of black roses, but they wanted 60 bucks at the store, so he improvises by prowling the garden district with a pair of shears.

Her black collars excite him. He asks if they mean anything or if they’re just fashion. She teases him and tells him if he wants to find out, he’ll have to prove himself. So he spends the rest of the week acting like the perfect boyfriend, though they’re not “official”, they are in his mind and he doesn’t have eyes for anyone else.

Merkel

Maybe the only guy who might be more goth than her. He likes black, wearing make-up and knows all the best underground clubs where they play dark industrial and everyone dresses like her.

He asks if he can dress her one day. To her surprise, Merkel has trunks of clothes he’s taken from fashion shoots. He styles her and stages his own photoshoot with her as his muse. The pictures are strikingly editorial, and she has the best time.

Merkel talks about hanging out with all her idols. She listens with heart-eyes and a smile to rival a sunrise to the stories of Gordon’s travels through Europe.

Invites her over to his place one night for wine and black-and-white movies, but all she wants to do is check out his handcuff collection and put them to use. With a coy look, he escorts her to his studio apartment, asking, “do you have your own safeword, or should we decide on one now?”

Willard Russell

He doesn’t understand all the black, but he wants to because he thinks she looks beautiful. He’s never seen a girl like her before. Maybe she’s an angel, maybe she’s the opposite... All Willard knows is he wants to talk to her.

She understands his melancholy, and he doesn’t feel like he needs to put on a happy mask when she’s around. It’s a breath of fresh air to feel like he can be himself in front of someone who doesn’t try to change him.

Her intelligence baffles him, and she doesn’t speak like the folks he grew up with. She’s different in every way, and he falls in love with her quickly.

Willard makes her a tree swing in the forest where they like to go to be alone. She finds this incredibly sweet and kisses him on the cheek before taking a seat on the wooden plank. His skin heats from where her lips touched, and he spends the rest of the evening with her in a lovestruck daze.

#Bill Skarsgard hc #Bill Skarsgard imagine #Bill Skarsgard drabble #Bill Skarsgard fanfiction #Roman Godfrey #Axel Cluney #Henry Deaver #The Kid #Henry Pearl #Mickey Villains #gordon merkel #willard russell

[sanguinesinners]

can i kiss you? (from locke)

"Holy fuckin' balls - You really like to go in for the kill don't ya?"

Axel teased, corners of his mouth twitched into a devilish smile before his tongue flickered to swipe over plump lips - He puckered up and curled his index finger, indicating Locke to come his way and plaster kisses all over him.

"I've missed ya blondie"

#imsensingatriptoikea #;Axel Cluney #Answered ;

[sanguinesinners]

❝ i shouldn't think about you that way. ❞ for Axel from Enzo

Although Enzo's statement inflicted Axel with a slight sting - He wanted to at least respect the man's boundaries, even though it was somewhat showing in his demeanour that it was...tough to accept.

Why didn't you say this sooner - Is what Axel wanted to reciprocate with, but instead he gave something different.

"O' course not" He finally broke the silence "It's all just shits and giggles so ya know you can just dial back on all this fuckery." Large greens trailed back to his tattoo littered hands that now fumbled with each other, trying to hide whatever emotions that seemed to of bubbled up, He was good at concealing that. at least

@ofthestcrs

#ofthestcrs #Axel Cluney Answered ; #V ; Main #{Eat Shit And Die 🤮}

[sanguinesinners]

“ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”

"I'm drunk ain't I?"

"To be honest I knew I shouldn't of fuckin' drank that shit earilier... It tasted like asshole, mixed with...I dunno....some mechanical shit"

His words ran off his tongue without even wanting to address those words he wasn't even accustomed to. With a small moment to brush off his own nonsense and fixate his large doe like hues at Rose, he swallowed the bundle of nerves down and motioned towards her.

"You....You sure you're sayin' it to the right person Rose? - I ain't really been anyone's anything - Let alone a fuckin' lover" He couldn't control the small laugh that slipped his lips once he finished, he was used to many things in his life, but love wasn't an obvious one.

#savagecuhnt #Axel Cluney answered ; #V ; Main #{eat shit and die 🤮}