#The splatters were going to be flowers but I just said fuck it and flung my paintcrush all over the page

[ec-makes-stuff]

I experimented with some water colors today and it didn’t come out the way I wanted, but I still like it!

[jj-lynn21]

Axel and x-reader: Creative Soul

Warnings: dash of angst, fluff, smut,

Notes” I used the hand painting right in the center of the mood board as something the reader would be drawn to because I was drawn to it. Axel has a very person story to tell you about it. I thought it was fitting for an artist that spent a lot of time at the beach.

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr​, @dragsraksllib​ @loomiz​, @grandpa-sweaters​,

When you walked in the space the smell of fresh paint permeated the air. It stung your nostril and eyes at first. Canvases hung on the walls. Some covered by curtains. Others were finished works of art in multiple styles.  

Axel would not be pigeonholed into one category. If he felt like doing a splatter of paint in many colors against a canvas he did. If he felt like doing a portrait that is what he created. He sold some of his works online or on weekends he set up a stand near the beach to sell his art. That is how you met.

You were taking a stroll down the boardwalk. The ocean air refreshing your senses. He was sitting back in a lawn chair. Hands behind his head looking up at the sunshine. Mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes. He looked like he might have fell asleep in that position. As soon as you walked near his head moved to get a good look at you. He smiled as he slid his sunglasses up so you could see his shimmering green eyes.  

“Hey, how’s it going?” Axel purred.

You thought right there you could easily fall in love with this tattooed artist. Now you were in his creative space. Tools of his trade all around.  butterflies tickled your tummy.

“I know it’s a mess.” He bit his lower lip nervously as he ran one hand through his hair.  

“It is the perfect space for a creative soul like you, Axel.” You walked over to a painting of some hands. “Is this your Father?”

“Hell no.” Axel smirked. “My Father said this is a waste of my time. That I would never make enough money to be comfortable. I get by just fine. Plus, I am happy doing my art.”

“I’m sorry he is like that.” You put your arm around Axel leaning into him. “Tell me about this painting.”

“It is Frank that lives under the peer sometimes.’ Axel takes a breath. “He has some mental health issues. His sister comes to pick him up when he disappears to long. He hates the medications the hospital makes him take so as soon as he is stable, he skips out. He has great wisdom that I was lucky enough to listen to one afternoon. He told me stories of his life while I painted his hands.”

“Wow, I can’t even imagine such a hard life he must have.” You shook your head in pity.  

“Don’t pity him, Sweetheart.” Axel lightly scolded. “To him he has mostly had a great life. He chills at the beach. And that is the best thing he can think of doing.”

“That is a great thing to do.” You glance around a little more. “Thank you for showing me your studio for our third date. It is very inspiring.”

“You are inspiring.” His large hands moved to your face pulling you into a strong kiss. His fingers tangling into the back of your hair. He pulled your head back attacking your neck as you let out a small moan. “Have you ever fucked on a canvas covered in paint?”

Axel was always so blunt. A little rough. And you love it. “No,” You murmured. “is it safe?”

He stepped away leaving you wanting more. You followed him to a cabinet full of paints. “This is body paint.” He explained. “It is not toxic. It washes off easily when we are done. It does not come out of fabric, so we do have to be naked before starting. Are you game?”

“I am.” Your voice quivered.  

His thumb stroked your cheek as he smiled. “That’s a good girl.”

His words went straight to your core. Your thighs tightening together on instinct. They would not be so bound shortly. You really wanted Axel with all your being. He was a little crazy. A little rebellious. And a whole lot of sexy. You squirmed a little as he pulled a mattress in the corner to the center of the room. He laid a white canvas over it where you would help him make his next art project.  

He grabbed bottles of pink, blue, green and yellow body paint and placed them near the canvased covered bed. “Let’s get naked.”

He started shrugging off his button up, no sleeve shirt that shielded his back from the sunshine. The front was never buttoned up. He tosses it on a bench. You froze for only a moment before kicking off your flip flobs and pulling off your dress. Although his hands had already been all over you, you were subconscious of how he would view your curvy body in the light of the room.

He sensed your trepidation. His pants and boxers casual flung. He stepped closer to you. “Can I help my Goddess?” He stretched your arms out to get a better look at his prize.You nodded yes, so he reached around to undo you’re your bra. He held your breast gently as he looked in your eyes. “So, beautiful.” Chills ran up your body as his gaze ran down with his hands. He knelt taking your panties off. He licked his lips. “My muse.”  

You laughed. “If you say so Axel.”

“I know so.” He grabbed the pink paint. “Take which ever color you want and cover my back like this.” He moved around you slowly. Put some of the paint on his hand and rubbed it down over your back side. His hands slopped the paint thick, so you felt it tickled down your spine. Then he squirted some randomly on the canvas.  

You followed suit with the blue. His back muscles tensed with your touch. You squirted some on the canvas before adding a little green to it but not to Axel’s body. He squirted some yellow on the canvas then right over your tits with a laugh.  You giggled.

“Come here.” He pulled you to him. The paint on your front starting to cover his chest. You could feel his excitement igniting as he kissed you. Your own insides were stirring in waiting for him.  He took you down to the mattress.

The canvas blossomed with color. Your lust mixing the colors in perfect harmony. An amazing representation of your love. He pushed your limits taking you to climax multiple times in different positions until you collapse. You laid on his chest breathless.  

He smooths a hand down your wet paint covered hair. “Are you alright Sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured into his chest. “Can we just stay here a few more minutes?”

“As long as you need.” He wrapped his arms around you.  

It was difficult to feel the need for more than his arms around you. Eventually you had to clean up. Your stomach rumbled with hunger. He rang you out. “Do you have a shower here? And then maybe we can go to lunch?”

“Of course, I have a shower through the doors.” He let you go slowly. “We can do whatever you want..”

Axel and you looked at the canvas when you stood away from the scene. It was the most unique artwork you had ever laid eyes on. It was the perfect representation of your new love.

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 138- The house

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 138- The house

[Blake and Negan enjoy being out of the Sanctuary, and stumble across a house among the trees...]

"Is iiiiit...an animal?"

Negan grinned, but shook his head. "Nope," he replied, popping the 'p'.

They had been driving for the last hour at least, going nowhere in particular but both just happy to be out of the Sanctuary for a little while. It was good for them, giving them a chance to spend time together out of the confines of the looming and often oppressive factory building.

The pale grey sky was now barely visible though the rain that was currently lashing the windscreen with deafening raindrops. And for the last half hour of their drive, Blake had been forcing Negan to play twenty questions with her.

Blake's gaze drifted out of the passenger side window, as she drummed her fingernails against the seat beside her.

"Ok, is it a person then?" she asked, her head turning to look at the dark-haired Saviour once more.

But he gave a sigh, lifting a tanned finger to scratch at his stubbly chin.

"Hmmmm, not quite..." he sighed. "Although she'd make a damn better number two than Si, that's for fucking sure."

But at his words, Blake gave a huge huff and a roll of her eyes.

"It's that stupid bat of yours again, isn't it," she nodded, sounding slightly irritated. "God, Negan, if you're not gonna play properly-"

Negan stared over at her, giving a chuckle. "Then we can give up playin'?" he tried hopefully. "Halle-fuckin'-lujah!"

But the blonde woman narrowed her green eyes in his direction, folding her arms over herself huffily.

She wasn't gonna let him get his way that easily.

"Alright, my turn," she said, much to Negan's visible dismay.

"Shit, darlin', alright...fiiine," he huffed. "Vegetable?"

Blake shook her head.

"A person then. 'S'it Babe Ruth?" he said grinning as he steered their truck around a wide bend in the road.

Blake gave a tut. "It's not Babe Ruth, Negan..."

But the dark-haired Saviour, from the driver' seat, shrugged. "Hell, then I don' fuckin' know. Can't I just give up already, Sweetheart?" he asked.

Blake gave another sigh and accepted defeat finally, giving him a cross look, shifting slightly in her seat and staring moodily out of the window beside her instead.

"Ok fine," she snapped. "But it was Eugene, if you wanted to know."

Negan gave a long puff of air, smirking to himself. "An' we're back to Dr Smarty Pants again," he commented in a teasing voice. "You know I'm still not one hundred percent convinced that you an' him don' have some sorta' secret fuckin' thing goin' on, Doll-face. You positive that that kid inside you's definitely mine?"

But Blake couldn't help but give a laugh, her eyes twinkling as she looked over at the leader of the Saviours, sat beside her.

"It definitely is," she replied, before giving a light shrug of her slender shoulders. "But maybe if he's more up for playing twenty questions with me than you are, I should think about switching men."

Her tone dripped with a very obvious sarcasm now, that caused Negan to look her way, smiling widely and showing off his straight white teeth in a wolf-like grin.

"He might be more up for playin' shit like that with you, Darlin'. But you know for a fact that he ain't gonna be able to eat you out like I can..." Negan suddenly uttered arrogantly. "His tongue's too busy mumblin' out a damn thesaurus full'a long-ass words, to be tasting that sweet spot between those gorgeous thighs of yours. So I think when it comes down to it, I'd be a damn winner everyday. Twenty questions or not."

Blake pursed her lips together tightly, pausing for a moment, before suddenly letting out a stifled laugh.

"You're an asshole," she said rolling her eyes again and staring out at the rainy windshield before her, feeling Negan's dark eyes on her face.

But Negan just gave a nonchalant grimace.

"An asshole that's good in the sack though, right?" he growled smugly.

The blonde woman hovered for a long moment before closing her eyes slowly, smirking and shaking her head.

"Asshole..." she muttered under her breath, her lack of a viable argument obviously confirming his statement as true.

Negan, beside her, grinned again, but didn't say a word, the only sound being heard being the rain and the short screech of brakes as he slowed the slick truck near to the side of the road.

He lifted his gloved hand suddenly, pointing.

"You see that?" he said, a frown shifting its way between his brows suddenly.

Curious, Blake slid across the seat, moving closer to the window to take a look through the never ending rain splatters.

But sure enough, there was something up ahead, just visible through the trees.

Was it a house?

Or a shed?

It looked like a neat white building whatever it was. Painted white, with white wooden shutters on the windows.

"Yeah, I see it..." Blake murmured, peering out. "We should go take a look."

As soon as she has said it, she heard Negan make to scoff and open his mouth to refuse her request.

But Blake turned to him, scowling sharply. "No Negan, no arguments. I want to go look. It might have a some supplies or a garden," she said poignantly. "Winter will be here soon and even with tributes coming in from other camps, we've still got a lot of people to feed."

Her case was a weak one, she knew that, but she missed being outside the walls. She had lived out here for a long time, with David and her small group, surviving. And she knew that pregnant or not she could handle herself out there.

But Negan didn't look too convinced, his bearded jaw clenched tightly, a tick working its way through his cheek.

But after what felt like an eternity, Negan finally gave a humongous huff, before pointing her way with a gloved finger.

"Alright fine," he said, sounding slightly peeved. "But you keep your ass with me, we clear? None of your wandering off shit, this time."

Blake nodded seriously.

"Jesus, fuckin' Christ," he mused, dragging a hand down his chin and switching off the engine. "Here I am, pussy-whipped by a damn wolf in sheep's clothin'. I used to be a damn badass, before you came along, Peaches."

Blake wrinkled her nose smiling, but she leaned over, patting his hand comfortingly.

"I know," she said soothingly, before shifting in her seat towards the passenger side door, her hand hovering over her belt as she did so.

From behind her, she heard Negan give a sigh, giving his own door a shove open before stepping out into the rain with a "shit."

Blake followed suit quickly enough, and almost immediately agreed with Negan's outburst, wincing as the rain drenched her instantly.

She braced her shoulders, shivering a little as she flung on her jacket over her wet shirt.

"Ugh, what is with this weather?" she complained, but Negan who had strolled easily around the truck, Lucille brought up onto his shoulder, obviously wasn't listening.

Instead his chocolate eyes were darting this way and that, as he came to stop beside her, as tall and as looming as ever.

"Alright, we keep to the woods," he said in a stiff tone, pressing his free hand to her lower back and urging her forwards. "I ain't riskin' the damn road."

Blake nodded.

She knew the drill. She had done this plenty of times before.

She glanced over at the building again, much clearer from their view here.

From here she could make out that it was indeed a house, with a pretty white front door and porch that seemed to look out onto a small overgrown garden. Around that, was a small white picket fence, with two identical pale blue planters which now homed only long-deceased flowers.

"C'mon," said Negan in a low voice, gesturing with his head over to the close-knit trees which surrounded outer perimeter of the house.

Blake knew it was unlikely there would be anything of real value to them here, but her rule while she was out there scavenging for anything she could find for those long, sorry years, had been to never leave a place unchecked.

There were very few things from the past these days that Blake considered treasures. Things that she had once coveted. Money, expensive clothes and jewellery, her cell phone... things like that, well, they were useless in this world.

Food, medicine, good, hardy walking boots...THOSE were the things she had always been on the lookout for. And the things that had soon proved to be the most elusive once the real looting had started.

Many times, Blake had searched houses, only to find piles of cash hidden in drawers or under mattresses. Diamond earrings and sapphire necklaces, worth more than Blake would have hoped to earn in her lifetime. All pointless now. Worth nothing to anyone.

She had soon learned that the smallest can of tuna or the stalest old box of crackers...now things like that, were worth more than anything.

For nights, she and David and the others she had travelled with, had gone hungry, wasting away...with their only option to keep searching...to carry on. Even when, at her most desperate, Blake on going four days without food, had collapsed from exhaustion, bursting into tears in an empty outhouse one chilly winter's day, almost two long years ago now.

She had been alone and scared. Managing to find a hidden stash of dog food which she had brought back to her group, much to David's vocalised dismay. It had been a low point in her life, amidst all of the pain and horror of this world. But she had survived it.

And here she was now. No longer skin and bones, or forced to wear the same clothes for weeks on end. She was healthy now. And happy too. She had a family, and the man she loved standing right beside her.

But her instincts were still good, despite all David had done to try and twist that out of her. And Blake knew that this place was worth checking out today. It had to be.

She walked side-by-side with Negan, trudging their way through the rain and into the heavily wooded area to their left, leaving the road behind.

The pair of them seemed like good match, both tall and fit and both headstrong enough to keep themselves safe. But despite this, Blake still kept her promise, sticking close to Negan's side, her fingers tensed at the leather holster on her hip.

She chanced a glance over at Negan now, whose faced looked fixed and his jaw tensed hard. He looked far more ruffled than normal, usually cool and cocky, although Blake was certain that had something to do with her presence with him here, as well as the presence of the baby now growing inside her.

It was no surprise that he wanted to protect them both. That was just the way he was...with them at least. Her, Mia, and now the new baby.

They trudged ahead, stopping only once to fell a biter, loping it's way slowly towards them, which Negan swiftly took care of with one foul swing of his baseball bat. And before Blake knew it, they were standing at the tree-line which surrounded the small, one story house and its once-neat little fenced garden.

Blake imagine what this place had been like before. A perfect little home for a family who wanted to get away from it all. It was like something from a storybook nestled safe, just off the road, amongst the trees. With its sweet little porch, and flowered drapes, just about visible through the dusty windows.

The garden was overgrown, a tangle of weeds now, but from this angle, just beyond the rear of the house, Blake could make out a large hardy looking tree with a tire swing hanging from it.

She blinked a little, feeling sad, wondering what had happened to the family that must have lived here, long ago. But she quickly shook these thoughts from her, having learned years ago, that things like that we're not worth dwelling on.

"Let me go ahead, check if the damn coasts clear…" Negan growled out now, his shoulders hunched and tensed.

But Blake merely swatted him with her hand.

"You're not leaving me here," she scolded with a soft whisper. "We can check together."

Negan gave a huff but didn't argue, stepping out of the safety of the tree line and approaching the house, with her at his side.

Blake removed her gun from her belt, holding it aloft, waiting for a tell-tale sound that told them that they were not alone, but as they both climbed the steps of the porch and peered in through the windows, the place did indeed look as deserted as it seemed from the outside.

Blake tentatively made her way over to the back door, trying the handle and allowing the door to swing back on its hinges, bracing herself against the nauseating smell that was likely to drift out towards her.

That had taken some used to at the start of everything. For the scent of the rotting dead in an enclosed space was something she would never get any easier to handle.

But thankfully, this house smelled of nothing but stale dust, singed from the hot sun of summer.

The blonde woman took a step inside, her foot creaking against the white painted floorboards, causing Negan to frown severely.

She felt his hand on on the small of her back once again, keeping as close to her as he could.

Blake looked about.

The place was small yet cosy, obviously having been lived in recently, with a long-abandoned sleeping bag, lying abandoned across the couch, as well as a couple of tins of opened, crusty, dried up tomatoes, lying on the coffee table beside it.

Negan soon strode across the small living area to check on the other rooms next door, whilst Blake wandered slowly over to the fireplace, where the remnants of a fire, long gone cold, spilled out onto the rug just in front of it.

It was an eerie thing to be in a place like this, such a quiet space, after the hustle of bustle of being at the Sanctuary day in-day out.

But there was a gentle sort of hum about this house, a warmth that Blake could feel resonating through her.

Silently, she bent down to pick up a rumpled photograph, hanging out of a broken picture-frame lying underneath the blue ashes at her feet, turning it over in her hands as she eased herself to standing once more.

The picture showed a faded colour photograph of a young couple standing outside in the garden of this very house, next to that old tire swing outside. A smiling young boy of about six years old, standing between them, a soccer ball underneath one arm.

The caramel-blonde woman tilted her head to one side, feeling a lone tear suddenly slide its way down her cheek, just as she heard the sound of recognisable footsteps behind her.

She glanced around as Negan's dark eyes met with hers, his face suddenly becoming a picture of utter concern as he took in the tears that were strewn across her gentle features.

"You alright, Darlin'?" he asked, searching her face, as he moved over to her.

But Blake merley offered him a soft smile, shaking her head, and replacing the photo frame on top of the mantelpiece gently.

"I'm fine," she murmured reassuringly. "Just a bit hormonal, that's all."

Negan came to stand at her side, eyeing the photo for only a second before tearing his eyes away uninterestedly.

"Place looks clear, not even any of those dead pricks inside. Looks like we got lucky," he commented, his chocolate eyes drifting to the wide window that looked out onto the rear garden beyond.

Blake glanced at him. "Well we should take a look around," she said, replacing her gun back into the holster on her belt. "See if there's anything worth taking back with us."

But Negan gave a small scoff at her words, shifting his weight from foot-to-foot, peering closer to squint out of the window.

"Pfft. I fuckin' doubt it, Sweetheart," he said in a bored tone. "Place looks pretty fuckin' loooted alaredy. Sons of bitches who were here before us made one hell of goddamn mess of that kitchen."

He nodded over towards the small archway that led into the kitchen just visible beyond.

Blake crossed the room now, and peered inside herself to see the small white worktops all covered in flour and rice and other things that had been torn hastily from cupboards.

The place had obviously once belonged to people who had been very house proud, with faded fake flowers sat in a dusty vase on the windowsill, as well as a crocheted 'home sweet home' sign hanging above the dining table in the corner of the room.

Blake gave a sigh, taking a small step further into the kitchen and running a finger over the flowery fake-marble worktop, where small black bugs jumped and danced as she did so.

This was the kind of home she would have dreamed of owning when she was a little girl. It was nothing fancy but it felt just so homely and inviting, and Blake imagined now what it had been like on a warm summers' day, with the doors flung open and the smell of honeysuckle drifting in from the garden, as she sat on the porch and watched her kids play on the tire swing in the back garden.

Another small sigh drifted pst her lips as the floorboards creaked behind her and Negan appeared in the doorway, propping himself up against the wall beside him easily.

"So what are we thinkin'?" he said with a small grin. "Vacation home number two?"

But Blake licked at her lips, staring around and giving a smile.

"Mmmmm, I don't know," she mused after a moment or two, wrinkling her nose lightly. "I'd say it's more like a forever home."

Negan's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds.

"Hmmmm. You think we should move in?" he teased gently, watching now as Blake moved around the counter.

But the blonde woman just smiled.

"Maybe…" she replied coyly, pushing open the door to a small pantry to disappointingly find it empty save for a couple of packets of out of date cat food.

It was a silly dream, but one that she knew Negan or anyone else in this fucked up world would understand her wanting, especially with a baby on the way.

But the Sanctuary was safer. She knew that. And as much as she wanted this, she knew it would always be nothing but a dream.

Negan turned on his heel heading back into the living room, as Blake took one final look around the empty kitchen, letting out one last sigh and following him….

…...but what neither of them were aware of, was a sudden movement, in the trees just outside the small white house...

...just outside the kitchen window….

...and perhaps, if they had paid a little more attention, one of them might have noticed, that through the rain, and the trees, and the dusty-paned windows….

….they were, indeed, being watched.

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