#axel cluney drabble
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anastasiaskarsgard · 2 years ago
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This song gives me axel and kitten vibes from the beautiful mind of @dreamtherapy. Not the video, just the song with their relationship through the years

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scxrsgxrd · 3 years ago
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Watching Axel trying to tattoo himself before he had purchased his more professional tools, him holding a needle that you (correctly) guessed had not been properly sterilised while a dark pot of ink sits at his feet, threatening to spill over onto the carpet at any second while Axel stretches out his legs to attempt a skull tattoo on his upper thigh. His phone is precariously propped up against the wall, displaying his chosen outline of a skull as he squints at the screen, trying to carefully trace the outline onto his his thigh before committing to the design. When he finishes his sketch you can hear him cursing under his breath as he presses the tip of the needle against his skin, wiping away the excess ink with an old sock after each small line. There’s numerous occasions where he throws down the needle and tries to scrub at his stained skin after going outside of the lines of the sketch he’d traced out in biro, but eventually he stands up, a proud grin on his face as he gestures toward the questionable looking tattoo dotted along his upper thigh, his skin raised and red as he parades up and down his bedroom. During one stride toward his mirror to get a closer look, his foot catches the pot of ink and before you know it, there’s a large pool of black gooey liquid forming on his carpet.
“Ah shit babe, I was just about to give you a matching one.”
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skarsgard-daydreams · 4 years ago
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“His Flower”
Axel falling for a soft girl who's terrified of needles, but she likes to listen to him tell her about each of his tattoos while she trails her fingers over them, thinking that she likes the way he thinks of his body as a canvas, even if sometimes it's just for a message warning people that he is not to be fucked with. She watches him tattoo other girls at his shop, sometimes in the most intimate of places, and though she'd never say it, it makes her feel jealous. She starts to think how she'd like to sit in that chair and have him mark her with a little piece of his art, how she'd like to be bold enough to strip in front of him and tell him to put it anywhere he wanted. But she's too scared. One night she rolls over in his arms when he's nearly asleep, and tells him, "I want a tattoo." He blinks at her and rubs her ass a little, only half awake. After a moment, he realizes she's serious. "What kind of tattoo?" he asks. "Flowers. On my hip." Axel raises a brow. He knows how terrified she gets whenever she has to get her blood drawn, and even though the tattoo needle is different, he's not entirely sure the poor girl wouldn't faint. "Like one?" he asks. She shakes her head, and tells him about the girl she saw at the gym with a spray of flowers that arched beautifully over her hip and thigh. Axel traces his fingers over the area in question, thinking. "Maybe we should start with something small that can be part of a larger piece later on. One flower, here." He punctuates his words by caressing her outer thigh, and she shivers. "If you can handle it, I'll give you as many flowers as you want," he says. She bites her lip and smiles as he continues to trail his long fingers over her thighs, fully awake now. "I can handle anything, as long as you're with me," she murmurs.
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emmyrosee · 4 years ago
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I just need a soft make-out session with Axel, nothing but praise for one another and love 😌💕
Save for the soft smacking of lips and the gentle moans you managed to coax from each other, the room stays shrouded in silence. The sun shyly peeks through the blinds in your shared room before it sets for the night silently, but with you, straddling Axel’s lap with your knees tightening possessively to bracket his hips, your lips slotted with his delicately yet vivaciously with each eye-fluttering swipe of his tongue against yours, neither of you can bring yourselves to care.
It was unknown to either of you how long you had been kissing, easily for the better half of the late afternoon, his massive paws tracing your sides and hips as they had done time and time again. Neither of you could move. Totally encapsulated in each other’s company, who could blame you?
With sessions like this, it was almost hard to imagine there ever, ever could be anyone else for each of you. In moments like this, you are absolutely perfect for each other, fitting together like a puzzle as you only can give each other the most amazing pleasure.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Alexander cluney.”
“You are the best thing to ever happen to me.” His nose traces up and down the side of your face, kissing every obvious line and freckle he can find. “My perfect baby...”
“Never stop loving me,” you nearly beg, your obsession with him seemingly growing.
“Never, my love.
“Never.”
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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago
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I love it that you are writing some family prompts now!! So could you please write number 42 with Axel ? You can decide about the gender of the child(ren)
(WARNINGS): Child, Profanity, Single Mom! Reader, Slight Daddy Kink.
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“Tomorrow is Take Your Kid to Work Day” your child muttered as he faced Axel, who had just come back from work, completely and utterly destroyed.
So he just tiredly nodded as if he was truly listening to your child and not spacing out, meanwhile you were doing the dishes, attentively listening in to your child’s speech.
Maddox wasn’t Axel’s natural son.
Before meeting Axel, you had been a struggling single mom with a nursing job and a child who loved nothing more than to scream at everything that moved and run around the house destroying everything that he came across.
So, when you had met at the ER Axel, who had accidentally burned his hand at the garage he worked at, you hadn’t expected him to stick around with all his flirting and smartass comments, as soon as you mentioned that you had a three-year-old child, at home waiting for you.
But not only Axel hadn’t seemed in the slightest put off by your admission, but he had also insisted on meeting Maddox, who had just sat down as Axel told him all the stories of his tattoos.
And you had never seen your child so calm and interested.
It hadn’t taken too much time for you to ask him to move together.
Maddox did everything that Axel did, but he had never called Axel ‘dad’ or intended anything that might hint towards that.
Till now.
“
 and since I have already gone last year to mommy’s job
I thought
 I could
 go to yours, daddy!”.
Axel nodded, again too enthralled by the promise of sleep to actually realize those words, but if you didn’t say anything against it, he couldn’t have agreed to anything bad.
“Ahhh thank you, daddy” Maddox exclaimed, moving to kiss his cheeks and then sprint off, getting his backpack ready for his first day at the garage.
And then it hit him.
“Did he
?” he turned to you, as you moved to face him giving him a slight nod “
 fuck...”.
“Swear jar” you reminded him, as he got up from the chair and sprinted to you, sweeping you off your feet and making you twirl softly meanwhile you giggled, at his immaturity and childishness.
Sometimes you thought that Maddox and Axel were so compatible because they were both children, mentally.
“
 I’ll fucking pay you everything you want, but now
” he booped your nose making you smirk at hi,“
 I have to fucking go help my child, doing his backpack, it’s a big day, tomorrow”.
“Just go and do your thing, daddy” you teased him, turning around to continue your dish-washing, just to feel Axel push himself against you, making you feel that he wasn’t simply excited for tomorrow

“.. after I am done with him, I’ll help you a bit, be prepared”.
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ill-skillsgard · 5 years ago
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Little Xmas imagine where everyone calls axel the grinch cause he’s so grumpy around the holidays. You try to get him in the spirit with stupid little things and eventually you catch him under the mistletoe. He expects a kiss but instead you grab his dick and tell him “I’m pretty sure in the story it’s supposed to grow three sizes bigger” and you get on your knees to give him his kiss (-;
Say it’s like... Five minutes until your family is due to arrive and Axel is notoriously bad for taking too long to come. But he’s got a smile on finally, and the smell of your cookies baking in the oven makes him feel like maybe Christmas isn’t the most terrible thing. Then your lips around his cock... Your glittery lipgloss catching the twinkling lights. The look in your eye as you stare up at him and start humming a little holiday carol. Oh, boy, he hates you, but he threads his fingers through your hair and gives your head a few thrusts. He doesn’t want to ruin your makeup by making you gag, but the warmth of your mouth and the way his cock hits the back of your throat awakens his bestial lust.
“You’re just a bad girl, aren’t you? You’re gonna be on Santa’s naughty list you filthy little slut.”
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bill-skarsgalactic · 5 years ago
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axel prompt where he tattoos the reader and it could go anywhere: fluff, smut, idc i just love axel
Hello lovely anonymous prompter! Thank you for letting me test out my drabble skills on you. I hope this little piece tickles your pickle:
I wasn’t a prude, but there was something mildly uncomfortable about having to partially disrobe in front of a complete stranger, especially one as attractive as Axel.
I suppose we weren’t complete strangers, my crowd kinda mixed with his crowd but we were strictly acquaintances, the type that only ever exchanged polite nods over the tops of our solo cups at parties. However, when I suggested to my friends that I was thinking about getting a tattoo, Axel was the first person they recommended.
“Eat shit and die Axel?” I’d inquired, my eyebrow quirked so high it almost disappeared into my hairline.
Despite my apprehension they all assured me he was the best, even going as far as to show me some of the work he’d done on them, and I had to say, I was impressed. That’s how I found myself in his shop two weeks later, tugging my shirt over my head, his eyes trained on me and a devilish smirk on those plump, pink lips of his.
Once I was down to just the string bikini I’d opted for in lieu of a bra, I turned my back to him in an attempt to maintain some sort of modesty. Not that it helped, I could still feel his eyes practically devouring me as I reached behind myself to tug on the strings of my top.
“No need to be coy, dollface. I’ve pretty much seen it all,” he teased.
I felt my cheeks tinge pink the moment the words left his mouth and I silently thanked God that my back was turned away from him. Cocky son of a bitch.
“Sorry Axel, I usually expect a guy to at least buy me dinner before I let him see the goods,” I retorted, clamping my hand over my breasts to keep the material in place as the strings fell by my waist.
I turned just in time to see him roll his eyes and scoff. He hopped down from the padded table he’d been sitting on and gave it a firm smack.
“Hop up, dollface. Let’s get started.”
I did as I was told and stretched out on the table, barely suppressing a shiver as my bare skin came into contact with the cool leather. Goosebumps rippled up my arms and, mortifyingly, I felt my nipples harden beneath the nylon material of my bikini top. I groaned internally, hoping it wasn’t obvious but glancing over at Axel, I realized he was too absorbed in what he was doing to have noticed.
Once he’d set up his inks, placed the transfer and made sure I was happy with the position of it, he pulled his chair up next to the table and set to work. Another shiver threatened to ripple through me as his left hand came to rest just beside my breast, his long fingers framing the area of skin on my rib cage where he was about to start inking me.
I’m not sure if he’d heard the way I swallowed nervously or if he felt the change in my breathing, but he glanced over at me, his signature smirk very much in place.
“Don’t worry, I’m not copping a feel,” he assured me, before returning his gaze to his canvas.
I chose not to respond, opting to focus on the sting of needle as it buzzed against my skin rather than the feel of his black, latex gloves cupping the curve of my breast.
We spent the next hour in comfortable silence as Axel focused intently on his work. Once he was happy, he set the tattoo machine aside, and as he reached his left hand over to grab some paper towel, I felt a yank on my top. The string of my bikini had somehow got caught in one of the many chains on his wrist and I yelped helplessly as the material was ripped from my body.
I don’t know which one of us was more shocked but Axel’s wide eyes immediately flew to my exposed breasts and his mouth gaped.
“Axel!” I shrieked, scrambling into a sitting position and throwing my arms across my exposed chest.
“Oh God – shit!” he stammered, ripping his eyes away. He flailed his arm wildly, unsuccessfully trying to untangle the string of my top from his wrist.
I reached out and yanked it away, not caring if I destroyed his bracelet in the process. My cheeks stung with embarrassment and all I wanted was to get my clothes back on.
I jumped down off the table, not even bothering to look at my new artwork as I scrambled to tie my top.
Axel was standing now, fiddling with his equipment and not daring to look at me as I got dressed.
“I’m sorry, believe it or not, I did not mean to do that,” he insisted.
“Stop talking,” I instructed, as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, “This did not happen and we never speak of this again, got it?”
He simply nodded to communicate his understanding and I gave him a curt nod in response as I grabbed my handbag off the couch.
“Good. Now how much do I owe you?”
My cheeks were still burning with shame, as we made our way over to the front counter. Why did this happen to me? And why did it have to happen with Axel Cluney?
Axel cleared his throat awkwardly, “Uh, $100 should cover it,” he told me.
Neither of us dared to look at the other person as I rifled through my wallet and handed over the cash I owed him. This was not how I imagined my first tattoo experience to go and I briefly wondered if the ground would swallow me up if I prayed hard enough.
Only once he’d pocketed the cash and handed me a pamphlet about tattoo after-care did I speak again.
“Well uh, thanks I guess.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Axel replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Unsure of what else to say, I turned on my heel and made my way over to the door, but as I was about to push it open Axel called out to me.
“Hey dollface?”
“Yeah?”
“Seeing as I already saw the goods, how about I buy you dinner?”
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seancekitsch · 3 years ago
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MARVEL MASTERLIST
HELMUT ZEMO:
DRABBLES: ONE, TWO
AXEL CLUNEY:
DRABBLES: ONE
DRUIG:
DRABBLES: ONE, TWO
KRAGLIN OBFONTERI
DRABBLES: ONE, TWO
JOHN ALLERDYCE
I STILL DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, I ONLY KNOW THAT IM STILL LONELY
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anastasiaskarsgard · 3 years ago
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send me song lyrics in the ask box + a character and I’ll use them to write a short one-shot
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ill-skillsgard · 5 years ago
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Oh hellll yeah
Hi hello queen I have been permanently horny about axel and wondered if you wanted to do a Drabble about him living out a schoolgirl fantasy with his kitten đŸ„ș
NANI. How dare you do this to me with all those Axel-like photos going around! I’m already weak. đŸ˜©
Now listen. I’m just as obsessed with Young Axel and Kitten as you and everyone else. And I’d love to write for them (can you just see him turning up to school in one of those loose suits, white tank underneath and cigarette in his mouth, and offering her a ride home?). But that’s @dreamtherapy’s baby and I’d only ever do it if I had her permission. Sorry babe, I’m happy to write Axel with a more general reader though.❀
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scxrsgxrd · 4 years ago
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Masterlist
- These works are intended for 18+ ONLY
- These works are written for fanfiction purposes and all characters included are fictional
:)
Last updated: May 4th 2021
Bill SkarsgÄrd:
Fics:
The vendetta
Overstimulation
Listen to daddy
Suspicious minds: part one , part two
Roman Godfrey:
Fics:
Daddy’s lap
Drabbles:
Roman being Roman
Gordon Merkel:
Fics:
Remedy: part one , part two, part three, part four part five
Drabbles:
The lies will keep you safe
The coat
When in Moscow
Axel Cluney:
Fics:
Dive bar
Drabbles:
Drag racing
Car troubles
Axel ft AHA
Willard Russell:
Fics:
No Good (complete): part one , part two , part three , part four
Henry Pearl:
Drabbles:
Going down on you for the first time
Mickey:
Drabbles:
Subby!Mickey series:
Being a good boy
Punishment
The game
Winners and losers
The cookie incident
The parents
The reward
Office hours (part one)
Office hours (part two)
Soft Mickey things
A Valentine’s treat
Alexander SkarsgÄrd:
Eric Northman:
Drabbles:
Patience
When Pam and Eric met Roman
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skarsgard-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Axel is the kind of guy who would watch porn with his girl. He decides to let her pick because he's afraid of freaking her out. I mean, he still can't believe this fucking gorgeous woman puts up with him at all. She sits on his lap and scrolls down the page, past something kinda fucked up that really catches Axel's eye. He doesn't say anything, but his hand tightens around her waist. She scrolls back up. "Let's watch this one," she purrs, grinning a little. And he doesn't even want to watch. He wants to just bend her over the coffee table and send the beer bottles and pizza boxes flying. But he knows that there's often greater pleasure in patience, and maybe his girl will get some devious ideas as they watch. "Whatever you want, kitten," he says with a smirk.
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emmyrosee · 4 years ago
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Damn imagine boxer!axel, that’s hot as hell đŸ”„
honestly, the image of Axel as a boxer is plenty to keep the wheels in my head turning and my panties uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsoaked
Just to see him in a wife beater, hair that’s usually slicked back and falling in front of his eyes from the sweat, the feral look in his tiger-like, green eyes as he licks his upper lip... The boxing gloves on as his fists clash aggressively against the dangling punching bag. 
All of that melts away however, when he scopes you out to tend to his injuries after a fight, one eye purple and knuckles a blistering red...
look honestly I have a boxer!axel fic that has been collecting dust because its honestly just shite but man oh man... lowkey wanna post it 😭😭
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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago
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Soo for number 78 from the smut prompt list could you maybe do a Roman x Reader x Axel pretty please? My new duo I need in life!
(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!
I hope that this will make you feel a bit better, I know for sure that these idiots never fail to make me smirk and cry, at the same time!
WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Profanities and Vulgar Words., Poly-Relationship.
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“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”
You almost shouted the entire phrase as the two men-children you had been dealing with turned to you.
You hated when they fought, but you hated it even more when they teamed up.
Which, thankfully, happened rarely.
But when it happened, the blame was on you.
Like in this case.
You had been neglecting the two big babies because of some awful things happening at your work which got it to be even more hectic than usual.
And when the intense moment at work had managed to slow down and you were nothing but ready to fall in the sheets with your lovers, they had started this idiotic idea of the ‘silent treatment’, denying you sex.
But you would have survived it.
You weren’t so sex-driven as them.
But they also knew that, and they had started teasing you endlessly, making all those things that made you swoon, heated and wet.
Axel suddenly came home completely drenched in sweat and oil, making it difficult for you to focus on dinner, whereas Roman would start on wearing nothing as you came home, giving you quite the sight, as he also lavished you with any gift you may want.
You couldn’t help but feel like all this teasing was getting to you more than to them, which was honestly impressive if you thought about the fact that previous to this they wouldn’t last one day without at least some kind of sexual innuendo.
But you had enough.
And decided to give it all, even if it meant groveling on the ground and rolling around in it.
You just wanted a bit of relief, desperately.
Two pair of eyes fell onto you: Axel’s had something shining in them, as if he was happy that you had finally caught on, almost relieved by it, but Roman’s
 they were cruel, not deigning you of more time than he liked, shifting his focus immediately onto his glass full of scotch.
“
 guys
 “you poked them for attention and then decided to try to play dirtily “
 Axel, if you come right now, I’ll do that thing that you like so much
”.
And soon Axel was onto his feet, coming behind you, you moved to retreat to the bedroom, but you stopped on the top of stairs, calming the boy who had come behind you, waiting for Roman’s reaction.
Lightly hidden by the stairs you could see his focus shifting as his anger and resolution started crumbling before he got up and screamed.
‘Fucking wait for me’.
It would be a hell of night.
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ill-skillsgard · 5 years ago
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okay so i realised that when im studying i tend to a lot of stuff that could be taken sexually like when studying chemistry i unintentionally pinch my nipples constantly?? and when its physics i grind on my chair?? and nnnggghhhh what would any dom character of bills do? roman? mickey? anyone? please i love your writing
You were doing your work, grinding it out to get it over with. Your pen flew and every answer seemed to pour just as you envisioned them. Lasting focus was hard to come by so you rode the streak until you were almost finished.
"Are you having fun over there?" Axel turned the corner and saw you rutting against the chair, chewing on the tip of your pen.
"Mmph, almost finished."
"Almost finished your homework or almost finished getting yourself off?"
You halted your movement and looked away. "Um, um, um. What? I don't know what you're talking about."
Axel pulled one of the chairs out from under the table where you had your work spread out, threw his leg over it and sat down. He gave your thigh a firm squeeze. "Keep going. I like to watch you touch yourself when you're lost in your little head."
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therangersmistress · 5 years ago
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Help.
I have so many disgustingly good thoughts about Roman, and Merkel and Axel and Mickey... I mean the list goes on. And I’m a very open person, I’m that person their friends wish WASN’T so open, but for some reason writing smut, like, terrifies me. I feel like I’m just gonna come across too clinical. Like a fucking robot who’s just discovered sex for the first time. Oh this is where that goes? Who woulda thought. đŸ€· So please, loves, help a girl out and send me all your smutty asks so I’m forced to get over this fucking irrational fear of mine. Thank you.✌ 
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