#Axel Cluney smut

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I need Bill skarsgård x reader asap please someone make fanfic of him I swear to god,He's so fine. I need more fanfics of this man in real life and his characters that he plays like I'm begging 😭 😩 😫 🙏

[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.

Read the full fic here.

[emmyrosee]

Axel finding you reading in a comfy chair by the window, kneeling at your feet and slowly pulling your pants down to your ankles, giving you amazing head where anyone walking by could see...

“What’re you doing, little momma?”

The sound of rain plinkling against the glass of the window that you were perched by, eyes finally leaving your book to look up at him. You smile and shift your legs to offer him a seat next to you, “just reading my book; it’s starting to get exciting, I think you’d like it.”

“What’s it about?”

You look back down at the book in intrigue fixated on the small text bound in the hardcover, “it’s about three girls who try to like, bust trafficking rings with the FBI, and-“

You’re stopped in your tracks, words caught in your throat and fingers gripping the book sharply in your fingers. You look down at your sexy, freshly showered boyfriend as he lowers himself between your thighs, emerald eyes peering up at you through thick lashes. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you watch him, and he places a soft kiss to the smooth cleft of your knee. “And?” He whispers, his breath hot as it spans over your skin, making you whine. “Tell me more; do they ever get caught by the people who run the ring?”

Long, slender fingers hook around the band of your sweatpants and underwear, shimmying them down your legs, and you swallow thickly, raising your hips to have him pull your clothes down. “I-Uhm... I-I-I haven’t gotten... that far...”

Axel hums innocently, removing your bottoms clean from your leg, smiling sweetly up at you. “Well, don’t let me interrupt you,” he says simply, once again, hot breath spanning across your puffy pussy lips as he lowers his face between your thighs. “Keep reading, little momma.”

You shake your head rapidly, “n-no, I can wait...”

“You won’t even notice I’m here, sweetness,” he smirks, wrapping a large paw around your left ankle. You turn your head to your book, face hot and head already spinning in desire, though from the corner of the book, you watch him lift and plant your left foot to the cushion of your seat, repeating the action with your right foot.

Your hips ache at the strange spread, your pelvis pushing forwards to chase the warmth from his face, though you cower slightly under his tiger-like-eyes to obey his demand for you to read, and force your eyes to glaze over the pages, unable to take in any of the information written on the plot.

“Axel!”

The warm, wet muscle of your boyfriend swipes over your slit with no hesitation, a pleasured groan at your musky taste causing a sweet vibration to shiver up your spine. Your thighs instinctively close around his head, his eyes closed in bliss with each lap of your sopping heat. As nonchalant as ever, he takes his time in his filthy, sinful slurping, only to release one of your knees and glide a thick finger up and down your wetness.

“I told you to keep reading,” he mumbles cockily, unable to lift his head from between your legs.

“I can’t,” you whine, pleadingly. In an instant, the sweet, subtle burn of Axel’s thick fingers finally slipping inside your cunt makes a squealy, needy whimper to tear from your lips, your whole body flushing with a deep warmth.

Discarding your book to the side, the pages flattened by the cushions as both of your hands lace in his fluffy, thick mop of hair, nails practically digging into his warm scalp. He hisses as his perfect, pink lips circle around your aching bundle of nerves, and in a state of euphoria, your head tips back against the cool glass of the window behind you, momentarily forgetting that all of your neighbors are free to watch your lewd manimal knelt between your knees and eating you out like a starved, angry beast.

All for it all to very suddenly stop.

His fingers stay idle inside of you, settled firmly against the pleading, demanding, strawberry-like wall inside of you, and his now shiny face peers up at you, your juices clinging to the scraggly facial hair adorning his face. You whimper and force yourself to look down at him, eyes wide and pleading for relief.

He smirks, and the tight, hot coil between your thighs only quivers more at the sight.

“I thought I told you to keep reading.”

[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.

[scxrsgxrd]

Car Troubles // Axel Cluney

18+, just general Axel filth.

This has definitely been talked about before but it has been on my mind allll day. Axel and the infamous car bonnet.

Maybe it starts because your dad’s car is having trouble, so he sends it into the town’s renowned mechanic: Axel Cluney. Axel of course finds the source of the problem and fixes it, but on the day of the pickup your dad can’t make it, so the responsibility falls to you. This would be highly inconvenient if the mechanic wasn’t Axel. See, there was a unique air about him; he was cocky, but not overwhelmingly. In fact it was his arrogance that in part made him so attractive, and you despised him for it.

Axel knew you had been staring at him, so he was extra sure to make a spectacle of himself. Just as you were wandering into the garage he was in the process of moving his steel toolbox from his work bench to the floor beside whatever car he was working on today. You stood at the entrance to the garage, a lump forming in your throat as you could see the muscles in his biceps and shoulders flex as he let out a small grunt, a spanner clanging onto the floor as his grip faltered for a second.

“Let me help.” You had no idea where this sudden surge of confidence had come from, but you were committed to it now. Bending over in a skirt perhaps wasn’t the smartest idea, as you were sure you saw Axel’s head crane around to your backside as you retrieved the rusting spanner and handed it to him. His hand lingered over yours for a few seconds as he took hold of it, his eyes glaring into yours as he cocked his left eyebrow.

You weren’t *quite* sure what had happened, but you were now currently seated on the bonnet of your father’s Toyota Corolla with your skirt hitched up as far as was possible with Axel stood between your legs, his thumb massaging circles over your panties as he whispered nothing short of filth in your ear.

“Are you a daddy’s girl, huh? Yeah, I bet you are.” His teeth grazed over your earlobe as his thumb applied more pressure to your clit, making you whine.

“Mmmm, that’s right. Make your pretty little noises for me.”

Axel loved teasing. For him it was an artform, working a girl up until she was seconds away from orgasm with just his fingertip. Today was no different as his middle finger ran its way over your still-clothed slit, chuckling as he felt the prominent wet patch beneath his oil stained fingers.

“Axel, please.” You squeaked, already growing restless from the lack of skin on skin contact that he was starving you of.

“Ain’t you ever heard of the phrase, now, what is it?” He feigned deep thought as his lips attached to your neck, sucking at the spot just below your ear which only made your whines increase in frequency.

“Oh, yeah. Good things come to those who wait.” He mumbled against your skin, biting at your shoulder as his other hand reached up and grabbed your right breast over your t shirt.

“Axel.” You hissed as his middle finger placed even more pressure over your entrance, the material barrier of your underwear just about stopping him from entering you.

“God, you’re fucking soaked.” 

He couldn’t wait any longer. He moved his hand to the side of your cotton panties and gave them a hard tug, the tearing sound echoing around you as they hung limply in his hand. You watched as he gave you a quick wink and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.

Now you were the impatient one. You leant forward and took hold of the silver chain dangling around Axel’s neck, tugging on it so he had no choice but to press himself against you. Once he was stood firmly between your legs you pulled on the chain again, this time angling your head upwards so his lips became attached to yours. Axel let out another growl, but this one was lower, more primal.

“Look at you. Getting that sweet pussy juice all over daddy’s car bonnet.” Axel smirked as your cheeks flushed, you’d completely forgotten which car you happened to be sat upon.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t tell.” He pressed his forefinger to his lips as he unzipped his jeans, shimmying them down to his ankles. His boxers were tightly constraining his cock, and you knew that however impressive his size seemed now, it’d be more so once he rid himself of them. Axel seemed to read your mind, and he pressed his middle finger against your entrance and allowed his fingertip to enter you.

“Hmmm, I sure am gonna enjoy stretching this tight little cunt out.”

With that, Axel pushed the waistband of his boxer shorts down, exposing himself to you. You felt your lips part slightly, not just because of his sheer size, but because of the Prince Albert piercing that immediately caught your attention. The metal glimmered under the harsh lighting of the garage, and your expression made him chuckle for a second.

He didn’t have time for an in depth explanation about the piercing lodged into his tip, his erection was getting more and more painful, throbbing against his stomach as he was beginning to leak a hefty amount of pre-cum.

Axel grabbed a hold of your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze as he pressed his cock against you.

“You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna take it good.” He squeezed a little harder but placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his eyes remaining on yours as he began to edge himself inside you.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust, the feeling of the cold metal piercing scraping against your walls made you shudder, but Axel coaxed himself into you gently, softly praising you as he grinded his hips against yours. You felt your eyes roll slightly, the stretch was a little painful at first, but after a few minutes you felt a shiver run down your spine as your walls began to clench around him.

“Shit.” Axel muttered, one hand gripping onto your thigh to prise your legs further apart as he began to roll his hips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he glanced down to watch you take his full size.

Your eyes were screwed shut, your mind not able to comprehend the sheer amount of ecstasy you were in as Axel began to hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl, so when he began to slow his pace you let out a small mewl, your eyelids fluttering open.

Axel’s fist bunched in your hair, yanking it until your head was tipped as far backwards as you could manage.

“Open.” He commanded, tapping underneath your chin with his other hand as you watched his cheeks hollow slightly and his lips curl upwards.

You obeyed, opening up your mouth and gazing up at him with doe-eyes. Axel lowered his head down, his lips inches away from yours as they parted slightly, his tongue pushing a hefty amount of saliva out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a moan when you felt the warmth drip onto your own tongue, and you swallowed, catching the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth as you studied the tall, tattooed man who had been fucking you within an inch of your life. He tutted as he watched some of the excess liquid dribble down your chin, so he began to lick across it, collecting up the remainder of the saliva and quickening his thrusts once more.

You could feel your arousal began to escape you as Axel fucked you at an alarmingly fast pace, dripping onto the bonnet beneath you as he smirked and shook his head.

“Such a naughty little girl, huh? Coming here and getting your tight little pussy fucked right on daddy’s car.” His hand snaked up to your throat once more, gripping onto it as he felt your walls clench tighter, indicating to him that you were getting closer to your release.

“What’re you waiting for, honey? I want you to come all over my cock, and I want you to be loud about it.”

You couldn’t stave off your orgasm any longer. Axel’s words combined with his relentless pounding drew you to the edge, and you leaned your head back and released moan after moan, you were sure the whole block would be able to hear you as your orgasm gripped you. Your legs tightened around Axel’s waist and your vision became momentarily blurred, but you could tell that Axel wasn’t far off his own release.

His rhythm had become sloppier and his own eyes were now closed, his hands tightly gripping onto the flesh of your thighs as his jaw clenched. Seconds later he pulled himself out of you, and you felt the hot spurts of his cum land over your thighs and stomach as Axel let out a loud grunt.

After you had both had a few minutes to recover he handed you a cloth, gesturing to the drying spots of cum that had littered your lower half. You hopped off the car and cleaned yourself up, making sure to thoroughly wipe over the bonnet where you had been sat.

When you were about to climb into the car Axel took hold of your arm, pulling you towards him so you were pressed against his chest.

“If you ever run into more.. car troubles, well, you know where I am.”

[skarsgard-daydreams]

My Doorbell

Description: You love to push Axel's buttons just as much as he pushes yours.

Warnings: jealousy, rough sex, spanking, oral (male receiving), smut, 18+

Note: This story features a reader with tattoos. So, this was supposed to be a simple drabble about Axel getting a Hitachi Magic Wand, but these characters have minds of their own. This is part one of a two part story. Axel’s girl in this one is not the same as the soft girl in my previous story. We’ll call this one his grunge girl. I want to point out that these characters have had explicit conversations about consent and know and respect each other’s limits and safe words. Consent is sexy, y’all. The title is a reference to the song by The White Stripes.

Edit: As of May 2nd, 2021, I do not currently have plans to write the second part of this story unless inspiration suddenly strikes.

Axel had been waiting for a package for weeks. Your birthday had come and gone and it never arrived, sending him into a constant state of low-grade impatience that manifested itself in little eruptions from time to time. One minute his fingers were idly brushing the koi fish tattoo inked onto the surface of your thigh and the next he was hurling his phone across the room after checking the shipment's tracking information for the seventeenth time in a row.

"What the fuck, Axel?" you finally asked.

"It won't be delivered until Friday," he grumbled as he raked a hand through his hair, trying to calm his agitation.

"Are you ever gonna tell me what 'it' is?"

You picked at the chipping nail polish on your fingertips as you spoke, trying to seem casual about the question. You were curious, but if you let him see you get curious, it would inflate his ego. It was always more fun to be playfully aloof and force Axel into coming up with novel ways to try and impress you. His well of imagination never seemed to run dry.

"Only if you ask me real nicely," he said with a smirk, sliding his hand further up your naked thigh to grab at the waistband of your boy shorts, pulling them back and letting the elastic snap sharply against your hip.

It was your turn to smirk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You turned around and straddled his lap, staring at him with your best bedroom eyes and stroking his package over his jeans as you kissed the corner of his mouth. "Good night," you said in an airy voice, rising to your feet and leaving him there hard as a rock. He looked at you as though he didn't know whether to worship you or pull you back by the hair and tell you that you weren't going to bed without finishing what you started. Really, you were down for either option.

Axel grabbed your thigh before you could move away, a low growl escaping his lips. His hand dug into your flesh, holding you still as he yanked your shorts down and leaned in close, teasing your pussy with his tongue and sucking on your clit for a long, delicious moment with the expertise of a lover who knows your body even better than you do. You gasped and thought your knees might give out if he hadn't been holding your leg so firmly.

"Axel," you breathed.

He pulled away abruptly, leaving you standing there with your shorts around your knees and your head spinning. He gave your ass a quick smack.

"Get some sleep," he said. "You’re going to need it."

You found it impossible to sleep that night, laying against Axel's back with his arm wrapped around your hips, his hand pressed flat against your boy shorts just above the wet spot that was gathering in the fabric from your unabated arousal. You had heard him jerk off in the shower while you got dressed for bed and thought you'd get yourself off with a little help from your favorite vibrator, but you found the drawer empty when you went searching for it. Your silver bullet and the big pink monstrosity with the rabbit ears were both gone. When you confronted Axel, he had just grinned and slipped his fingers between your legs, clearly enjoying how wet you still were.

"You'll get them back," he said, his teasing strokes reminding you that he could turn you into putty with just one of his wicked fingers. "Tomorrow."

Normally you slept easier in his arms, knowing Axel was there to hold you and investigate any bumps in the night. Now you were just horny and agitated and his arm around your waist was like a harness keeping you from slipping out of bed to search for the place he'd hidden your stash of toys. You knew you could have set him straight earlier. It wouldn't have taken any effort—just a sharp lift of your brow as you told him to quit fucking with you. But you were curious to see what kind of filthy ride he'd take you on. That was your favorite thing about being with Axel. He never failed to surprise you.

Eventually you fell into some semblance of sleep. Neither of you had work in the morning, so Axel left you in bed to sleep in as late as you wanted. You were in a dead slumber when you heard him start shouting after the mail was delivered.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Axel bellowed from the kitchen. You furrowed your brows tightly and rolled over with a groan. What was he going on about now? You managed to haul yourself out of bed and padded down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Axel, what the fuck?" you asked.

He was standing by the kitchen table in his boxer shorts, holding a strange white appliance in his hands. It looked like an immersion blender with a rounded tip instead of the blender attachment. Axel held up the plug at the end of the cord and shook it wildly.

"The listing said it was compatible with an American outlet," he ranted. "Look at this."

You examined the plug. Sure enough, it had two cylindrical prongs like a European appliance. You glanced back at the device as he flipped it upside down to see if it listed its voltage on the side. From the new angle, it reminded you of a microphone.

"What the hell is this?" you asked, rifling through the box for an instruction manual and finding nothing. "You planning a karaoke night, Axeman?"

"Oh, this thing will make you sing, kitten," Axel chuckled. He threw it down on the table and walked back into the bedroom to pull on his jeans. The tone of his voice as he threatened you made your body suddenly remember its unfinished business from last night, and you felt everything inside you tighten with anticipation. Axel was always ordering new toys to enhance your sex life from one questionable website or another. The surprise on your face whenever he introduced something new in the bedroom delighted him so much that you were content to let him do the shopping. You picked up the device and turned it over in your hands, studying its shape. It didn't look like something that would go inside you, that was for sure. You suspected it was a vibrator, but you weren't sure why anyone would make a vibrator shaped like a miniature baseball bat. It seemed like overkill.

Axel came back into the kitchen, pulling on a leather jacket over an old band tee. He had showered earlier and he smelled like warm musk and agarwood. "I have to go pick up an adapter," he said, fishing his keys from his pocket. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you hard and deep, like he wanted to keep the taste of your lips in his mouth when he left. He squeezed your ass with both hands and you could feel his erection through his pants. You sucked on his lower lip as he pulled away, knowing it would make him think of you sucking his cock.

“Don’t take too long,” you said with a slight lilt in your voice. “I have a long line of ex-boyfriends who would do anything for one more chance with this pussy.”

You weren’t entirely sure how he’d react to that one, but you loved to toe that line, pushing him just as much as he pushed you. The words had barely left your mouth before you found yourself facedown on the kitchen table, the cardboard package flying to the floor as Axel pinned you and yanked your shorts down. He drew his hand back and slapped your ass as hard as he could. You dug your fingernails into the wood tabletop and yelped in surprise. It hurt, but the force rocked your core, making your toes curl with another pang of desire. Axel massaged the place where he’d struck you, still holding you down. Your heart was pounding and your vision was obscured by your own hair as you moaned, pressing your forehead against the table.

“Fuck me,” you cried as he smacked your ass again. Axel grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You both loved it when he was rough, but in his voice you heard the pent-up frustration of the past few weeks rising to a boiling point.

“Why should I?” he growled in your ear. “Why don’t you call one of your ex-boyfriends and ask them to do it?”

You knew you had fucked up then. Axel wasn’t the kind of guy who got jealous easily. He knew you found far more camaraderie with your male friends than you did with your female friends, and whenever you would go off to the local dive bar to hang with a nearly all-male crew and call him for a ride at three in the morning, he always trusted you. You hadn’t pushed one of his buttons this time—you’d practically shoved a fork into an electrical socket that was already primed for a surge.

“I don’t want to,” you said breathlessly. “I want you. I want you, only you.”

Axel wrapped his hand around your hair, pulling you off the table and pushing you onto your knees in front of him. “Oh yeah?” he gritted out. “Prove it.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. You quickly released the clasp of his belt and unzipped his jeans, shoving his boxers down over his hips. Axel slapped your cheek lightly, his grip on your hair keeping your head still and his cock just out of reach. You looked up at him, your lips parted and your face flushed pink.

“Tell me what you want, kitten,” Axel said. He looked less angry now, and a devious grin was growing on his lips.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” you insisted, tugging against his grip on your hair and trying to move your head closer. You wanted him to know that even though you teased him, he was the only man you wanted, the only one who could make you feel this desperate.

Axel chuckled. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he said, but he wrapped his hand around his shaft and eased his cock into your mouth. He held your head tightly by the hair, making it clear that he would be setting the pace, not you. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and took him into your mouth, looking back up to make sure he saw how much you were enjoying yourself. You hummed around him, running your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Take it,” he grunted as he thrusted deeply, and you did. You relaxed your gag reflex, taking every inch and letting him fuck you just the way he liked. You reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust, as if to say harder. You almost couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter, because you knew you could tap out against his leg if it got too intense. He loved the little sounds you made as you tried not to gag, the feeling of your hands trailing over his hips and squeezing his balls. That pushed him to the edge, and soon he was groaning and finishing down your throat. You swallowed every drop and licked the tip of his cock clean like it was a lollipop, gazing at him in adoration.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Axel breathed, pushing your hair out of your face. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“No,” you purred, savoring the taste of him on your lips. “Just me.”

@loomiz​ @scxrsgxrd​ @skrsgardspam​ @grandpa-sweaters​

[babyboy-cody]

I seen that you are taking requests so I have one for you!. I was thinking you could maybe do something with pornstar!axel and the reader is riding him in reverse cowgirl because that’s really hot 😩

*grabby hands* 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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“Slow,” Axel ordered, his voice husky and low. His massive hand curled over your hip to lower you slowly onto his cock while his other hand held his phone steadily. You gripped his knees and let out a low moan.

The reverse position was different than anything you’d ever felt. His cock was deeper and ever slow drag of your hips felt better than the last. Axel’s hand trailed down the side of your thigh, digging deep into your FUCK YOU tattoo etched in your delicious skin. He clenches his jaw and tapped your thigh for you to go faster. You lowered your upper body onto your elbows and gripped the sheets as you bounced your ass a little faster.

“Oh fuck,” Axel gasped and threw his head back against the mountain of pillows keeping him upright. You sweet little moans were music to his ears – and he’s sure that they’ll spur on the audience watching this. You curled your feet around his hips as you shifted between his thighs. “That’s it, sweet girl. Keep going.”

He clapped his hand against your ass and gripped your flesh hard to pull you further down. His cock was nice and wet, along with his tensed and tattooed abdomen. He dug his nails in your skin and grunted low like a hungry animal. “Look at that,” he crooned. “Look at how she fucks my cock like a greedy little whore.”

“Yes daddy, yes daddy,” you mewled, crying out into the sheets when he smacks your other cheek roughly, gripping your flesh and forcing your ass to jiggle. “Mmpphhh!!”

Axel groans and bucks his hips hard into your tightening cunt. His balls smacked wetly against your heated flesh as he only went harder and faster, forcing you further down onto his dick. “Take it. Take it. Take it.” He grunts and huffs as he nearly drops his phone.

You babbled incoherently, spit sliding down your chin as you kept your mouth open to weep pathetically. Axel dragged his nails down your back and grabbed your neck from behind to give you to grind harder on him. He groans and huffs a quiet “mmm” when you reach down and grab his inner thighs, your nails scratching and grabbing him. You heart beats erratically in your ribcage as you gasped and cried out brokenly. Axel stops his movements and props his phone up on the nightstand, making sure his head wasn’t in view.

He props himself up on his elbows and spreads his legs a little wider to fuck up into you much faster. You were caught off guard and let out a high scream from the sudden pace and force. Axel laughs smugly and grins as you fall apart on his dick. He watches your ass bounce and jiggle against his pelvis. He lands a smack to both your ass cheeks, watching your delicate skin turn pink, and then red.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, huh?” Axel cockily asked. You can barely answer as he fucks you harder. You can feel your guts being rearranged as he slams into your cervix constantly, causing you to lose your breath each time. You let out a drowsy moan as your eyes crossed and rolled back. “Baby doll can’t even speak while she’s on this dick, huh?”

“Hhhnngghhhh,” was all you could utter.

“Fuck this,” Axel grunts and pushes your ass up to sit on his knees as he pushes his cock back inside your dripping and twitching cunt. “There we go.” His abdonmen tensed as he hears his balls smack wetly against your pussy. He threw his head back and let out a drawn out moan. He curled a fist around your matted hair and pulled your head up, forcing your back to arch even more.

“Gonna cum!!” You squealed and hiccuped as you reached one hand down to frantically rub your swollen clit. Axel hums and smacks your ass once more, watching his massive handprint begin to slowly form. You clenched tighter around his cock and sobbed, tears running down your inflamed cheeks as your orgasm hit you like a train. Your pussy contracted around Axel’s cock, your wetness spilling out on his thighs and the bed sheets.

“Oh fuck!” He groans and shoved himself all the way inside, his pelvis crushed against your ass cheeks as he shoots his thick load deep in your walls. You tried to stop your thighs from shaking so much, but it was damn near impossible when you felt his cum fill you up so good. “Oh shit, sweetheart.” Axel breathes heavily and slowly pulls his cock out. The creamy glaze coating every inch of him had him feeling smug. He reaches over and grabs his phone as he pushes you further down into the bed. “Stay down.”

He focus the camera to your pussy and moans in awe as his cock drips out and slides down your trembling thighs. “Fuuucccckkkk,” he sighs. “Push that cum out for me, baby doll.” You whimpered and contracted your pussy as more of his cum slides out. “That’s my good little girl.”

[hecohansen31]

What The Queen Wants, The Queen Gets (Masterlist)

Axel Cluney+Mickey+Reader+Roman Godfrey+Ivar The Boneless (Reverse Harem AU)

SUMMARY: Being a queen is a lot of annoying work, mixed with a lot of responsabilities and an heavy crown...

So it is good sometimes to have a few sweet distractions.

WARNINGS; Mention of Sex, Death, Blood, Fighting, War, Poly-Relationship, Reverse Harem.

Prologue

The Royal Child:

Little one pointing out colors and shapes that they recognize

NFSW Alphabet:

E, F, Q, R, X 

K, L, S, W, Y

A, C, I, J, V

[emmyrosee]

Ma’am please

Thinking about axel getting his dick pierced so you cant fuck for a while. When hes finally able to he so sensitive and vocal and it feels so good for you 😍

“Come on, Axel! Let me see the surprise already.”

Axel removed his hands from your eyes. “Stay right there. Don’t open your eyes until I tell you,” he said, rushing forward as he struggled with his belt. His pants dropped and he cocked his hip, taking his time deciding how to position his arms for the grand reveal.

“Okay. Open your eyes!”

You gasped at the sight of a thick titanium ring orbiting the head of his flaccid cock,  and smothered your shock beneath your palm.

“What do you think?” He spread his long arms proudly.

“You... You actually did it.”

“Sure did. It’s hot, right?”

“Did it hurt?” You asked absently.

Axel scoffed and bobbed his head. “Uh, yeah! I had a giant needle stuck through my dick, babe.”

“Can I touch it?”

Axel frowned as he carefully pulled his underwear up before his pants. “Not yet. It has to heal. So... No sex for a while. No blowjobs, no handies, and no grinding your ass against my crotch in bed.”

When the time came, Axel made an event of taking you to bed to show you the delights his new modification could bring you both. He shuffled between your legs and rubbed the metal ring’s bead against your clit and shivered when you let out your first moan in weeks.

“How’s that feel, honey? Good?”

“It feels different,” you said through bitten lips. “Like a good kind of different.”

He smiled, satisfied with his decision, and trembled as he pushed inside of you. The hard nub of the ring stroked your G-spot and excited Axel beyond words. He swallowed and let out a strained breath with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth tilted upward. “Holy fuck, that feels amazing. Oh, fuck. I can’t believe how nice that is... All up inside your warm little slit.”

The adornment acted as a lightning rod for pleasure. Part way through the night’s tumble in the sheets, you got on your knees before Axel and ran your tongue up, down and around the metal, collecting your mixed fluids and sipping at the sensitive tip of his manhood. You even took the ring between your teeth and tugged ever so gently, sending a jolt of pleasure ripping through his body alongside a few gleeful shudders.

“See? Not every decision I make without you is a bad one. You love it, don’t you?”

“I love how sensitive it makes you. How it looks. You’re right, Axe... It’s so fucking hot.”

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Bill Skarsgård

🦋 listen to daddy 🦋

@scxrsgxrd

🦋 daisy 🦋

@billiskar

🦋 begging 🦋

@biskarsgards

🦋 fangtasia 🦋

@thismaydestroyme

🦋 perfect problems pt.2 🦋

@anastasiaskarsgard

🦋 sit 🦋

@ill-skillsgard

[skarsgardstars]

most if not all of bill’s characters are literally crazy and we’re all just out here like “oh rail me daddy ur so hot when u verbally and emotionally abuse me”

[anastasiaskarsgard]

A little smut and cursing to start your day. 18+ only

“They witnessed her destruction,

And were left to wonder why,

She saw nothing but darkness,

Though the stars shone in her eyes.

But maybe they’d forgotten,

When they failed to see the cracks,

That a stars light shines the brightest

When it’s starting to collapse. ”

Katie stared down at her acceptance letter in complete and utter shock. She had only even applied because her best friend had been so freaked out over trying, and she’d thought she’d feel better if she had someone to do it with. Never in a million years had she thought she was smart enough to win a full ride scholarship.

Sure she got good grades, and she was involved in a few clubs, but nobody ever took notice of anything about her beyond her looks. And those compliments came from adults, never her peers. She hardly had any friends and no one ever asked her out. Everyone knew who she was, but nobody took notice of her. At least that’s how she felt.

Overlooked. Ordinary. Under the radar. In the background. Nothing special.

Reading over the letter for the hundredth time, she couldn’t help but feel a small sliver of hope that maybe her life was going to change.

6 months later…

“Um I ordered organic, and this tastes like GMO.”

Katie sighed and prayed for strength not to slap one of her rich classmates, that regularly came in to her new job at the overpriced organic cafe she worked at. Plastering on her winning smile, she turned around and stated assuredly “all of our ingredients are organic and sourced from only the most eco friendly responsible suppliers. Nothing is ever GMO.”

The girl frowned deeply at Katie and then flung the plate of food at her, making a mess of the counter and floor. “Kay well it’s fucking gross. I want something else.”

“Who died and made you the Queen Cunt of America?”

Katie’s eyes went wide as she turned in the direction of the deep voice that had just spoken. Setting her eyes on him, her mouth fell open as well. It was the guy in her first class, and her secret crush.

He was tall, covered in tattoos and very intimidating. One tattoo at his throat especially stood out stating “eat shit and die.” His name was Axel Cluney and he was trouble with a capital T.

He was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed and a lazy smirk on his unusually handsome face. He oozed confidence, and Katie couldn’t look away as the girl he just insulted marched up to him and attempted to slap him.

Faster than her eyes could track, he had the girls hand twisted behind her back as he growled something in her ear. The girls eyes went wide as she tore herself away and stormed out of the cafe with her group of friends in tow.

The man looked at the other two occupied tables, and they both quickly vacated the premises, abandoning their food behind.

Katie turned to make sure the cook and the other girl she worked with were there, but found herself to be the only one there. She bit her lip as she got a rag and cleaning spray.

Hoping the gorgeous man had left, but kind of hoping he was still there, she made her way back to clean up the mess.

Finding that he was still there, patiently waiting on her, she smiled shyly, “I’m just gonna clean this up really quick and then I’ll get your order. Sorry about this, but I guess I’m the only one that works here.”

She could feel him watching her as she cleaned the sauce and vegetables to the best of her ability. She felt like she was taking a long time and really hoped he wasn’t going to be rude to her too. She’d only worked here for a few weeks and it’d been the worst time of her life.

Finally satisfied, she washed her hands and smiled brightly at the guy with full lips and green eyes. At first glance, she noticed the clothes and height and tattoos, but when she got past that to the face. She was positive she’d never seen a more handsome guy ever.

“I don’t think I want to eat any of this shit,” he stated thoughtfully, as he scanned over the menu. “I just came in here to talk to you.”

Katie didn’t know how to respond to that. He noticed her? She was having a mini panic attack. She felt her blush deepen even more when their eyes met again and she finally was able to get a word out, “why?”

As soon as she said it, she wanted to facepalm herself, but luckily he found it amusing, because he kind of chuckled and looked her up and down.

“Three guesses. First two don’t count.”

Her stomach flipped with the intensity he was looking at her. It’s not like she wasn’t used to getting attention, just his was so intense. “I remind you of someone?”

He smirked, “nope. Two more guesses.” He growled lowly as he slowly almost stalked towards her.

Feeling her blush intensify, she looked down at her feet. “Someone put you up to it.”

She heard him pause, but then deny her guess quite adamantly. Stopping just in front of her, he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.

“You couldn’t possibly want me. You’re gorgeous, I’m nothing special.” She breathed out.

"I have wanted to bend you over this counter and fuck you for weeks." He bit down lightly on her neck as she gasped, pulling him closer. "I have wanted to fuck you so often I have dreamt about it, Katie."

His hands slid under her shirt then, caressing her breast through her bra even as she tried to strain and adjust her body to entice his hand to slip under.

He did not.

"I have dreamt about fucking you in every way I could take you." He nipped at her shoulder as his fingers began unbuttoning her shirt and slowly pushed it to fall down her arms until it met with the floor. "I have pictured fucking you in every place I could. On this counter, in my car, on my balcony, in the library, out in the middle of the quad. Do you like it outside?" he crooned as he pushed up her bra and finally touched her nipples. "You like the idea that everyone is watching."

He was driving her to the point of desperation. He bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and any sanity she had left was lost.

All she could do was feel as he continued speaking to her, words of heated dark promises that she could barely register, let alone appreciate, as one of his hands moved to tease her clit through her clothing.

And then, without warning, he did as he promised, flipping her when she was on the brink of release so her breasts flattened against the counter. He angled her hips and did not bother with undressing himself as he freed his cock and began rubbing it teasingly along her entrance and her clit. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this babygirl.”

She wordlessly begged, trying in vain to push her hips back and take him within her. She never had been in a situation like this. She was at work for fucks sake. But she didn’t care. She wanted him.

"I have been obsessed with you since the very first day classes started" he said then, groaning as he finally began to work the head in. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you right there in the lecture hall, Katie. To have you and anyone else who sees you know that you're mine."

He groaned again as he slid fully inside her. "God knows," he rasped, slowly working himself in and out, "I am already yours."

She shuddered, his words reaching some part of her that had her nearly insane with need. Nipping at her ear, he asked, “are you mine?”

Without hesitation she nodded vigorously, pushing back into him wantonly.

And then, as though he lost control himself, he began taking her hard, driving her down into the counter with every thrust. One of his hands kept a strong grip on her hips but his other moved to cup her breast, fondling her nipple for a moment until it was firm enough to rasp against the steel with each of his thrusts.

She thought she was going insane. Every thrust, every caress, brought her that much closer to the edge without letting her go over.

And still he did not let her. He kept up the pace, his hand leaving her breast to move to her waist, pinning her down to deepen the angle of his penetration.

When his hand left her hip to pinch her clit, she found herself gasping wordlessly in release, too wound up to even manage a word. All she could do was shudder beneath him as he continued to pound away, driving her through one release and, several moments later, into a second before he finally came within her.

For a moment, she panicked that a stranger had released within her, but the thought of just how sinful and dirty this all was, sent her into another small orgasm as she moaned.

Her legs were jelly when he finally slid out of her. If the counter hadn't been beneath her, she was certain she'd have tumbled to the ground.

Finally getting her bearings back, she stood wobbly to her feet and turned around, naked as the day she was born.

Staring at each other a moment, she really had no clue what to say. Thankfully he did.

“Get your clothes on baby, you’re quitting this shit hole. I’m taking care of you now. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.”

[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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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Marvel Drabble - Thursday

Prompt From This List

Axel slowly strolls over to the bed. “Tell me everything, baby. Tell me how you play with yourself.” He purrs huskily. You smirk up at him. "So you want a show, huh?" You cooe. Axel licks his lips. "Fuck yeah." He replies. "Well, take a seat, then." You murmur warmly.

Axel plonks down in the armchair in the corner of the room. You roll your eyes. "Can you see me from all the way there?" You cooe, taking off your lacey night shirt. "I see you just fine." Axel replies. He leans back into the cushions. You pout a little, but make no reply. You lay down again and begin to caress yourself. From your throat to your chest. You knead your breasts and pull at your nipples. And all the while you look Axel in the eye as best you can. He's reclined in his chair, watching meticulously.

Once your breasts are warm and your nipples hard and dark with fluster, you wander your hand lower. Your touch ventures down your belly and between your thighs. "Don't hide it." Axel says. His tone is a bit of an order. "Say please." You tell him firmly. Axel pouts, preferring to be in charge. "Please... please show me." He murmurs. You let your legs fall open, so he can see your glistening wet womanhood. "Looks delicious." Axel murmurs. He puts his hand down his own trousers. "You can taste later." You promise.

You part your folds and start to gently rub your clit. "Fuck, I don't think I can wait." Axel groans. "You are glistening so prettily for me." He praises. You moan, thrusting one finger into your wanting core. You are indeed very wet. "Hmm oh fuck." You moan. You stroke your clit and fuck yourself with one digit. "Shit." Axel swears. He rises from his seat and drops his trousers.

He is not waiting any longer.

[hecohansen31]

For the smut alphabet could you pretty please do the letters A, C, I, J and V with my lovely Harem men?

WARNINGS: Explicit Smut.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

AXEL:

I do think that aftercare is very and dearly important to him mostly because he honestly wants to take care of you, and has genuinely this need to make sure that you are alright, after an harsh session.

I also feel that since he has been one of the few that has been with you so long, he is used to know what you like after sex, on his own, without you telling him, probably getting water ready and having soothing lotion on the bedside table.

Although he has a love-hate relationship with you, he certainly lunges around after the act, most of the time making you laugh, even more when you come to him for a quick relief, which he always knows when you need it.

MICKEY:

Mickey is the person who needs aftercare after your sessions, usually.

He just becomes extra cuddly and terribly clingy to the point that you usually have sex with him in his bed, so that you can fall asleep comfortably after the deed is done, because oh boy isn’t he an hugger, constantly having to touch you to know that he is safe, he did good and that you love him, something that you’ll need to repeat to him as you caress his hair.

He usually prefers having the chance to be the one comforted, but he won’t hate it if he is the one who takes care of you for a change, mostly because he gets to lavish some extra love to his own personal goddess.

ROMAN:

I do think that he is the one who’d care the least for aftercare.

Not because he is terrible (I mean he is) but because he connects the entire concept of aftercare to developing feelings, which is the last thing he wants to do.

He certainly doesn’t deny it, even more when it comes after an intense session, he will bring you water and in case you don’t feel strong enough he’ll wash you, soothing any injuries that might appear, but he won’t hold you tight after, and neither he’d be rather warm with his words.

IVAR:

Again, as Roman, I don’t think that he’d be openly caring and sweet.

He wouldn’t deny it, but he’d need instruction for it, such as:

‘draw me a bath’/’get me a glass of water’/’brush my hair’/’hold me’.

It comes both from him not wanting to develop feelings for you, but also being highly highly inexperienced in all the sex area, so, although he knows the physical side of it, he doesn’t know what goes through a woman’s mind, after sex.

Although I do think that he’d learn, eventually, relying on his good knowledge of people.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

AXEL:

He is the type to avoid coming inside, both because he doesn’t see the fascination of it, both because of the implications that it might bring and both because he thinks it is more degrading to come on your body.

Especially your face.

Alex is a gentle and joking man, and he can be that in sex, but he also doesn’t mind getting a bit down and dirty, even more when sex between you two is just a release of the power struggle that always goes on between you two.

And he doesn’t mind getting you dirty for it.

MICKEY:

He is a sweetheart and can barely last a few thrusts if he is allowed inside of you.

He is just that excited, although he can last for a lot of rounds, growing lazier than tired.

He does prefer to come inside because it makes him feel good, but also I do think that he’d certainly feel it like a more intimate act and also… he isn’t that quick and attentive with his own prick so, it isn’t so unusual for him to lose control and just stay inside of you.

ROMAN:

As Axel, he prefer coming outside, for the entire ‘I am a fuckboy, I don’t catch feelings’, but I do think that he’d also love the thought of making a mess on your body, for the sake of marking you up in a more evident way.

He’d absolutely probably come out of you, either jerking himself off to completion and coming on your tits if you are blowing him or on your pretty ass, if he is fucking you, pushing it inside with his own fingers, as he makes a mess.

He is just an artist in his own way.

IVAR:

INSIDE!

I do think that although he knows that you won’t have his children, he’ll entertain absolutely the thought of giving you his seed and for it to take its seat in you, making you pregnant with his children.

The breeding kink is just strong with this one and although he’d also be interested in doing a mess, but he’d want his seed to disappear inside of you, accompanied with a loud string of interesting curses and wishes.

And you can’t help but indulge him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

AXEL:

Axel is the type of person that to me, no matter what, he laughs during the sex… AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.

You accidentally farted during sex? He’ll laugh.

You are making strange sounds, because of your dress? He’ll laugh.

You just kicked him in the groin, because he was tickling you? He’ll laugh (after he lost his entire voice screaming).

I do, then, think that intimacy with him can be either gentle or rough, but one thing is for sure not going to change: he’ll make you feel comfortable and understood all throughout it.

MICKEY:

Although he is a total sadist when he is the dom with you and Alex, he tends to be much much slow and gentle usually, he request that behavior from you, acting like a servant that needs to be cherished, an high class concubine that requests only the best of attentions.

So, sheets of his favorite silks and candlelight dinners, are a must, before the act, and when it happens it just needs to be soft and romantic, intense and passionate, but at the same time pleasurably slow.

ROMAN:

He is fast and rough, like I don’t personally think that I need to elaborate more about this, we all have seen ‘Hemlock Grove’ (and if you haven’t… you should!), so I do think that we all know that he isn’t one for romanticism.

He wants something and he takes it.

He doesn’t have a qualm to make you submit you against him-

Although you are his superior outside of bed, but he won’t hesitate to trap you under his body, pull you over his knees or bite your neck till he leaves a mark.

He isn’t one for soft words, but definitely dirty talking.

IVAR:

I do think that he’d be a good mix between all three men before him: he certainly is inexperienced so he wouldn’t certainly reach Axel’s level of comfortableness, but he’d try and search for your consent, even more during the first times, requesting all the attention on him, at the same time, like Mickey.

He can be intense and passionate, also because he explains and explores his feelings through the most physical of ways, so he certainly is the type to be gentle, till a certain point, still.

Once he gains his confidence and if he is pissed/jealous with you, he also won’t hesitate, like Roman, to regain the upper hand and show you his dominance, something that you can always catch up onto.

And use to your own advantage.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

AXEL:

If he is ever away from you, he’ll probably do it.

Don’t hold a grudge against him.

He is a ‘manly man’ (or at least he says it this way) and he sometimes has needs that he needs to fulfill.

The pleasure he gets from it, isn’t in the slightest comparable to you, although he is quite cocky about not depending on you from pleasure, but he won’t take anybody.

If he can’t have you, he’ll have his hand, sadly.

MICKEY:

He is the most well-behaved, and although he doesn’t like getting off by his own means, he’ll do it in your presence if you order him, he’ll absolutely put on a show for your eyes and solely your eyes.

Unlike Axel, he doesn’t have a high sexual appetite, mostly wanting to come with you and feel you beside him.

But your order is his wish.

ROMAN:

He is like Axel.

‘I have my needs, I am a fucking man not a dickless angel’.

For him jerking off is natural.

He isn’t proud of it and of course, he’d prefer it’d be you, but he has enough imagines in his head for his own private sessions.

And he thinks that it makes your reunion all that much better.

IVAR:

I don’t think that he’d appreciate touching himself, mostly for the fact that he just doesn’t feel like it.

Like he might get hard, but he prefer to either have a nice cold shower to solve it, he doesn’t deal all that well with his prick still, although he knows it works, he just… finds it distracting.

And he has you now.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

AXEL:

He is awfully loud in bed.

To the point that you don’t understand whether he is just ‘male faking’ it to make you laugh a bit, whenever you are together, but you love it and wouldn’t have it any other way.

It also makes you feel like you certainly know when you are hitting he right notes.

MICKEY:

He is soft also in his whimpers, but he is definitely vocal.

And he loves calling out to you, being all whimpery and soft, asking for what he wants, because he knows that all he needs to do to be heard for you is ask with bestest of his manners.

ROMAN:

He is a little shit.

Definitely the king of dirty talk.

But except that he wouldn’t be much vocal, beside the occasional growls and moans.

Probably more for your benefit than his.

IVAR:

He is a good compromise between Axel and Roman, as in he tends to be pretty sensitive and new to all the sensations of your body and he doesn’t know to react, so he is usually doing what he feels like, which means… a lot of high-pitched growls and moans, and it is actually very very loud.

Not that you mind at all.

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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)