what do you think would happen if you popped (sub) axels cheek when he was mouthing off during sex? do you think he’s apologize or just go harder? something along the lines of “is that all you’ve got?”
Mmmm ugh, I am in heaven with this thought.
Axel, in his sub mindset, would absolutely twitch if you gave him a little smack. After all, that's probably why he was lipping off in the first place. He wanted you to put him in his place. Beneath you was where he liked to be, and he was desperate to get a rise out of you; a good boy, bad boy and worse names from your mouth.
He likes pain. It gets him off, and if you slapped him good once, that'd be it. He'd need more, biting his lip to keep from pouting. Grinding his teeth and giving you all the indignant growls.
"Oh, yeah. Hit me, baby. Give it to me. I've been such a bad boy. You know I deserve it."
For Axel, the harder the better. He'd want you to slap him good, maybe grasp his neck or scratch his shoulders. If you were up for the task, he'd even let you pull his hair and spit in his gaping mouth while you ride him like a bull.
It would be up to you to indulge his sadistic tastes or make him truly submit and beg for forgiveness. Either way, he'd follow your lead and take everything you had. Alternately, Axel is never opposed to degradation and whimpering for your love and attention, your warmth and the power to make him orgasm. If a cruel mistress you were, a humble servant he'd be. And if your tendencies took a more violent route, he'd be the perfect whipping boy. As long as it's you he's inside, he's a slave 🔗🖤
Can you write about that you have a dad and brother that work at the same garage and they hate the new guy? On a summer party you meet him, Axel Cluney and you don't see what they are seeing. He's gorgeous and his weird jokes are funny. But your brother and father don't like him at all, especially not when his hands suddenly is up your skirt? Give me drama!
Hehe, at first I thought you were describing the premise of Sweet & Dirty Demons, but I suppose this can be interpreted differently.
I thought about the first versions of Axel I ever wrote. He was always so submissive and sex-hungry. Over the years I've tried to evolve my writing of "Axel" into a more dimensional kind of guy, but y'know what? I actually miss that big, dumb, subby boy I first fell in love with. I hope you don't mind me taking this request in a different direction. But I have a need, you see.
So, Axel is, without a doubt, a skilled dude. He knows his cars and the way around a toolbox. But he's not really the most conscious man. He has no real verbal filter and that can sometimes get him in trouble. Like the first time he sees you walk into the garage looking especially fine. You don't know him, nor have you ever seen this new guy, but the moment you catch his green eyes, it's on. Somehow, without a word, both of you come to a cosmic, unspoken agreement that sex will soon follow your next encounter.
Axel can't get you out of his head. When you sauntered through, he forgot what he was doing until you disappeared to the front desk. Slack-jawed, he wanders off from the car he's working on to lean over and peer through the reinforced windowed door blocking reception from the monkey pit, as the boys like to call it.
"Axel, what the fuck are you doing?" The boss' son yells at him.
"Oh, no," came a chorus from the other guys.
"Did you guys see that foxy thing, or am I hallucinating?"
The young guy in charge--the owner's son--doesn't look particularly interested in the woman who slunk by. Axel, on the other hand, is mesmerized. He turns back to his colleagues and whistles.
"Damn, I'd like to split her thighs wide open, know what I mean fellas?"
The mechanics shake their heads, wipe their hands with rags and carry on with their business. Suddenly, a tough hand grabs Axel's shoulder.
"You done ogling my sister?"
Axel goes white, then fully pink. "Oh, shit. That's your sister? Damn, I didn't know... So, like...Is she single?"
"Better keep your hands to yourself or my dad will weld your ass to the ground and use your face for target practice. I don't want to hear one more fucking comment. One more, and you're out of here. She's off limits."
Now, Axel knows what "off limits" means, in theory. He has no trouble in that department. It was when you found him working late one night, trying to earn brownie points from your brother after a tense moment that he voluntarily threw the definition out the window. All the guys had gone home, and you stayed back to catch up on paperwork, not expecting the last guy in the shop to be the newbie. Yet, there he was, sopping oil from his hands with a threadbare towel, smiling at you.
"You almost got me in huge trouble, honey."
"Trouble and a guy like you? Doesn't seem like a match made in heaven," you said sarcastically. "Is that why you're back here slaving away at almost nine in the evening?"
"I need the job."
"How badly?"
Axel smirked. One second, you were in the garage, and the next, Axel wrestled you into your brother's cramped office, knocking over papers, pen holders and a rusted set of socket wrenches. Mouths clashed so fast you barely remembered him scrambling you into the room, crushing you against the wall with his hips, hands already up your skirt.
"You're so fuckin' hot, mama. I don't care. I need that pussy."
"Aren't you a naughty one?"
He smiled dreamily. It was the exact question he loved getting. "Oh, yeah. I'm definitely a naughty boy. A real nasty one, mama. I wanna be your dumb fucking pole."
"Wow. You are bad."
"What can I do to be good for you? I'll let you have my cock however you like. Lick your pussy for as long as you want. Please, just use me, baby. Use me like I'm a stupid little fuck toy."
Axel got his pants around his knees and penetrated you for a few luxurious strokes. He melted, leaving only his cock hard and pulsing inside while his hands clamored for any part of you he could squeeze. If he was getting fired for this, he might as well enjoy a powerful orgasm. He warned you several times he was going to come, and then came the begging.
"I'm gonna...Oh, please, can I cum? Please, please? Can I cum inside you? Mm, I don't think I can stop."
"Yes, you can. Because that's all your good for, isn't it? You're just a filthy little pig."
"I know, I know, I know," Axel whined, eyes pinched shut. "Can't help it. Pussy's so nice."
Axel came, and to your surprise, kept going. Though his cum leaked down your thighs, his hard-on didn't go away. His pummeling continued, until he pressed his face into your neck, moaning and panting.
"Can I again? I'm gonna cum again. Oh, fuck. Mm, I can't stop."
His persistence amazed you, and Axel whimpered through a couple more orgasms, all of which streamed down your legs. At the end, it looked like somebody had broken into the office and pissed on the floor, but it was the obscene amount of Axel's fluid and the aftermath of a whirlwind fuck.
"Wow, that was great." Axel sighed. "Thanks, baby. Say, you think you can keep this quiet? Maybe I can keep my job and keep getting some of that fine pussy. Win-win?"
"I wanna say yes, but I can't guarantee anything," you said.
"Aw, come on. You know you wanna keep riding this pole for a little while. We had fun, right? Do me this little favour, and I promise I'll make you cum just as much and as hard as I do."
"Well, it's a really nice offer. And you are pretty gorgeous."
Axel batted his lashes. "I know, right? So, what do you say? Wanna be fuck buddies for a while?"
The sound of one of the garage doors opening interrupted your agreement. You rushed out of the office with Axel in tow, just in time to see your dad looking in.
"What's going on in here?"
"Nothing! We're just... I stayed late and so did he."
Your father sniffed the air. "Who's he?"
"Name's Axel, sir. New hire. I was just finishing up on this beauty right here," Axel pointed at the car, but he really meant you.
Suspicious old eyes scanned the both of you. Axel grinned like an idiot, while you pulled breath into your chest to still your heart. You thought at any moment, your father would put it all together and start yelling. Instead, he snapped his fingers at you.
"Come on, sweetie. You can finish up tomorrow. The monkey pit is no place for a lady."
"Okay, dad."
You left without turning back to Axel. Any gesture of eyes or even a quick smile would ignite your dad's suspicion. He watched you leave, and enjoyed every second of it.
Can you pleeeeeease elaborate more on Axel with a dick piercing?? I’m obsessed 🤩
Axel would ask you to wear his favourite shade of lipstick just so he could smear it all over your face with the tip of his cock. He taps your lips when he wants you to show him your tongue, and glides the bead back and forth before ramming it into the back of your throat for a second.
He's a fiend for oral, and often takes out his phone to film you sucking his dick. He posts you gagging on him to his Snapchat.
Axel will send you pictures of his hard cock through his boxers, clutching the shaft so you can see the outline of the ring pressing through the fabric. And when he uses it to tickle your clit before fucking you, it makes you shake and sob.
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.”
Description: Six years, ten years, twenty... No amount of jail time will stop Axel from taking back his throne.
Warning: 18+ sex/oral/cheating/dub-con (kind of, not really)/creampie - This is intended for a mature adult audience. All opinions and occurrences in this piece are purely fictitious and do not reflect any real person or event. Please read at your own discretion.
Note: I feel really bad for having no time to work on drabble requests and stuff. I’m sure you all understand now isn’t the easiest time and my silence is for no reason other than focusing more energy on important matters. Here’s a piece from my Patreon for those of you who don’t subscribe. And anyone who is a patron, I’ve just dropped a surprise for you guys over that way.
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She gasped, not from pleasant surprise—though Axel’s presence indeed came unexpected—but from utter shock. How dare he knock on her door late at night and how dare he dawn that crooked, criminal smile. How dare he pitch his arm against the doorjamb, wearing his pants low on his hips with the band of his underwear on display, his own version of a supermodel. And how dare he try to reach out and touch her face.
Fantasies of this exact situation had frolicked in her daydreams for years, but she never expected them to manifest on her doorstep. Yet there he stood, winking one green eye. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, wearing his neglect on his chin and upper lip in that fashionably scruffy way. Though his upbeat energy hadn’t dwindled an inch, something about him had changed. She spent a breathless moment trying to pick out the detail.
It was the tattoos. Axel had accumulated a considerable amount of ink since last they saw each other before he went away. Her eyes studied the markings on his arms, glimmering as they moved along the crude images.
Why he chose her doorstep to reveal himself was no mystery. His grimy smile said it all. She glanced back, then stepped into the hall and shut the door. Axel gave her space—another surprise.
“What the hell are you doing here, Axel? How did you find out where I live?”
Axel flashed a lopsided grin. “That’s not important. Say, who were you talking to in there? S’that your roommate?”
He had nerves. Enough to stand at the door, listening to the mutters of conversation before knocking, interrupting her boyfriend in the middle of another political speech in which she had no volley. She had about thirty seconds—a minute, tops—to shoo her ex away before her current flame got curious.
Her choices were to tell him off, but Axel would never leave if he had already jumped through hoops to find her address, or push him down the hall into the stairwell to buy a couple more minutes of conversation. She chose the latter, and motioned him away, realizing her tank top and pyjama shorts were a drastic step-down from casual. The seam of her bottoms rode up, revealing two swells of muscle that tantalized the man following her.
Behind the fire door, he cornered her on the landing between two flights of concrete steps. Her breaths echoed off the cement and carried off above and below.
“Axel, I can’t,” she said.
“Sh, baby, don’t say that.”
A tingle of danger spread through her hands and feet—that sensation from another age when her only obligations were schoolwork and not becoming another teenage pregnancy statistic.
Axel followed her until they came eye-to-eye, her three steps up on the flight, and he on the landing.
“You look so good,” Axel said, reaching out to graze her bare legs. “I missed you.”
“Please, I can’t... My boyfriend. He’s in my apartment,” she warned.
“Who’re you dating? Do I know him?”
“No, you don’t know him. He’s from out of town,” she said.
“Oh, yeah? How long you been seeing him for?” Axel asked.
Firecrackers went off in her stomach, reminding her of the time Axel brought a handful of black cats on one of their dates. He liked to stick them in places they had no business being inside. He did that a lot.
“It doesn’t matter. This can’t happen. I’m sorry. It’s been like six years, Axel. I’ve moved on.”
“Well, I haven’t,” Axel murmured. “You seriously don’t want to pick up where we left off? Man, I loved us together. We had such good times. Don’t you remember?”
“Yeah, Axe, they were good times, but that was forever ago. And I didn’t even know you were back in town! You can’t just show up out of the blue and expect me to jump into your arms.”
“I had to see you. Your brother gave me your address... After I bribed him with beer. I spent my only ten bucks in the world trying to find you.”
She cursed her sibling under her breath. He always liked Axel, and for beer, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t give up.
“Did you hear me?” Axel asked.
“Yes, I heard you!” She snapped. “It doesn’t matter, Axe. I’m not dumping my boyfriend for you.”
An oily smile slithered over his face. Axel took one step up, and she matched it, keeping their eye-level consistent. It was that smile that made her do bad things, those flashing teeth convincing her to disregard obligations. His lips had whispered and kissed her into breaking laws, promises and ties. Hell, they had nearly talked her into dropping out of school at one time. And for what? For her to become a criminal alongside him? No. She had a life to live, one that didn’t involve running from the law.
But Axel was nothing if not a persistent man. No was not a word he relished. Always one to spurn restrictions, Axel advanced on her until she turned and climbed up the stairs. He followed her to the top, licking his lips as he watched her ass moving from side to side with every step. The door to the roof stopped her as Axel grabbed her hips and pulled her backward.
Axel kissed the back of her thigh, and when she didn’t protest, stuffed his face between her legs.
“Oh, yes... Gimme that ass,” Axel shivered. “That’s mine.”
She hated that her love remained untainted by the years he spent locked up. When months had gone by she vowed to forget him, but the promise was made in vain. No man could usurp the throne she’d erected and hidden in the deepest recesses of her untamed heart. The thicket had only grown wilder and more resilient in his absence, waiting for his return to release its stranglehold.
And she hated herself for failing to resist now. Cursing her heart, she allowed him to curl his fingers under the waist of her shorts. The fireworks shooting off in her stomach began a great fire in her belly that ate away her reserve—not that her immunity to Axel’s whims had ever been any stronger than gossamer.
It was no secret that every man in her life after him had been a placeholder. Some were smart—much smarter than Axel—while others matched his look, but never mimicked his spark. Some had stable jobs, good habits and strong family ties, but they didn’t promise adventure. When she turned around to face Axel, it was like gazing into a crystal ball, watching the careless times of her life flashing in his eyes.
He peeled her shorts off, lifted one thigh over his shoulder and yanked her panties aside to lick the parting of her folds. A moan drew from his throat, reminding her that this was real and not a fleeting vision to tickle her boredom. The sensation jarred her into the present, and she pushed his head away.
“Axel, I said I can’t.”
His hand flew out to bring her back in. “Too fucking late.”
He spun her around, pressed his palm against her tailbone, bending her over, and dove back in from behind. Ten long fingers clutched her cheeks, spreading her lips open for his tongue to explore. Her taste elated years-old desire, and soon he had her on the ground with her legs over his shoulders.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “See this pussy? You see this beautiful slit right here? That belongs to me. Do you understand, sweetheart? It doesn’t matter if they put me away for six years... Ten years. Twenty. No, it doesn’t matter because you’re mine, aren’t you?”
The courage to agree with him hadn’t arrived. She fought a battle in her mind even as he trailed the tip of his tongue around her clit. There he rang, summoning her audacity with gentle flickers and groans. The vibrations woke each nerve in her body—some she thought forever put to rest. But they sang beneath his praises, voices fanning the forest fire spreading through her body.
“Axel, oh my god.”
“Yeah, nobody eats it like I do, huh?”
With her hand clasped over her mouth, she muffled her reactions. The gasps that slipped from the cracks travelled down the stair shaft. To think any moment someone might open the door excited her heart to racing. Who knew what was beyond the exit or coming up the steps from below? All she knew was his lips sipping on the liquid he spat between her legs. He worked her into a lather with his tongue, then introduced one of his fingers slowly until the warm metal of a ring brushed her opening.
“Tell me you missed my fingers inside you, baby. That’s what I wanna hear—what I need to hear right now. Say your pussy will always belong to me.”
“Axel—” she choked, still unable to admit defeat even amidst an obscene display.
Axel splayed her thighs, holding the ditches of her knees, so all she had left to think about was his mouth trailing slobber and a lively tongue in luscious patterns over her pussy. No inch of her parts went untouched, unkissed or without admiration for long. And the noises—oh, the sweet sound of Axel’s purr against her clit, magnificent and just intense enough to tease her to the edge of orgasm. He added another finger and rubbed upwards while tickling her thighs with his scruff.
“I want your cum. Right now. It belongs to me, and I’ve come to take what’s mine. You can tell your pansy-ass boyfriend to pack his bags, ‘cause I’m home now,” Axel’s voice trailed into a giggle. She despised how cute he could be with his infectious laughter and straying eyes. “Be sure to thank him for keeping my pussy warm, though.”
A smirk broke over her face, setting Axel off on another filthy exclamation.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’ve been waiting for this big cock, haven’t you? Tell me, honey... Is he hung like me? Does he stretch your pussy out ‘til it’s sore like I do?”
Still, she remained silent. Axel could have her body, but he would never hear her say he was right. And it was that stubbornness he loved.
“Oh, come on, cat got your tongue, baby? Or is it you can’t think when I finger your wet little hole?”
He sped his strokes, angling his fingertips just so, reading her face even if she muffled her cries behind her hand. This skill he mastered long ago. Every bit of her body came alive beneath his touch, and he used each part to arouse her forth. Her nipples were subject to his free hand, pulled and pinched between his knuckles as he scooped up one breast and the other. When he had his fill of toying with her chest, his hand slithered to her neck, first caressing and then squeezing with care. A trapped moan buzzed in her throat, assuring him the motion he maintained with his other hand was well received.
Two fingers coaxing fluid, a pair of lips kissing and sucking at her clit, and a firm hold on her throat had her pleasure soaring until it hovered in the air, finally nose-diving into an explosion of pent up lust, heat and scandal. With the plummet came the harsh reality: she was unfaithful. It was too late; hammered in stone, factual. She was a cheater, and nothing would fix that. No amount of regret or sorrow could cleanse this mistake. But oh, how her womanhood trembled beneath his charge.
“Yes, that’s what I want. See? I knew you wanted it.”
Axel hadn’t finished when her tremors turned to shakes. He climbed the two remaining steps, took hold of her and flipped her onto her knees.
“My turn. Did you think I’d let you go without a little something for me? Without giving you this big cock?”
“I have to go. My boyfriend—”
The clap of a cupped hand meeting skin interrupted her protest and thundered down the stairwell.
“I didn’t come all this way not to pump you full of cum. So shut your mouth before I make you and take my fucking load like a good girl.”
Ever a man of his word, Axel made a quick act of finishing inside of her. He rubbed against her, balls emptying months of lust and abstinence while he laid his cheek against her back, panting.
“Did you miss me, baby?” Axel asked, feeling around for her shorts to hand back.
“I should have known you’d do something like this when you came home,” she dismissed.
“Honey, I did nothing I wasn’t allowed to do,” Axel chuckled. “Sure, I threw you off guard. But what does it matter? You’d have caught wind of my being home and dropped that little boyfriend of yours in a heartbeat. Know why?”
She twisted around to watch Axel helping her with her shorts. “Why?”
“Because you love me, and I love you, and we are meant for each other. Now go back to him with my cum inside you. Sleep beside him for one more night. I don’t care. You’ll be with me again soon.”
This isn’t dark or spooky, but the thought made me giggle. ‘Member how we used to talk about twins Axel & Mickey & lil bro Faust? Can you imagine the chaos of pumpkin carving with them? Mickey comes home with 2 carving kits and a box full of pumpkins. Faust is suspiciously too good at it. There’s bloodshed-maybe accidental, maybe not. Mickey attempts to use the filling for baked goods. Axel tries to carve dicks and tits. They accidentally set 1 (or more) on fire when they put the candles in.
Aawww, I miss when Axel and Mickey were twins! And the evil little bro Faust. I love them!!
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“Faust? FAUST! Help! Help meee!”
Faust, enraptured by a mobile ad for a used drum kit he’d had his eye on for weeks, swung his eyes to the front door where Mickey’s brown boot propped open the screen. He sneered at the man carrying two large pumpkins in his arms. Faust made no movement but observed his lanky brother trying to navigate his way inside with zero hands. Mickey nearly dropped one, saving it just in time for the other one to slide out from under his elbow and split on the pavement. Mickey gasped, but then a goofy smile came over him.
“It’s okay! I bought way more!”
“Great,” Faust said, going back to his previous activity.
“Faust! Fausty-boy... Can you open the door?” Mickey asked.
“I don’t know, I kinda wanna see how many more pumpkins you destroy trying to get inside.”
Mickey huffed, set down the squash, whipped open the door and moved them in one by one. Faust didn’t look up again until Mickey planted an elongated, horned pumpkin on the table next to his crossed feet.
“I bought this one for you. It sorta reminded me of you. All strange looking and unusual,” Mickey tittered.
Faust kicked the pumpkin off the table with a thud and it rolled over the hardwood floor, still intact.
“Hey! Don’t do that! I had to get these special from that farm outside the city. All the other pumpkins are gone!”
Axel walked into the living room as Mickey dumped a few pumpkin carving kits out of a drugstore bag onto the floor.
“I thought we said no pumpkins this year? The neighbourhood kids always smash them to shit. Last year they smeared guts all over my whip!”
Mickey shook his head. “No, that’s Faust. But he’s going to be a good boy this year, right Fausty?”
Faust glared at Mickey, clicking his phone screen off. Axel soon joined his twin on the floor, grabbing a knife and sticking it through the top to carve out the stem. He plunged his tattooed arm into the plant and came up with his fingers tangled in slimy orange guts and seeds. He slopped it all on the floor, much to Mickey’s horror.
“No! Save the seeds in this bowl. We can bake them and eat them.”
“Mick, there’s like twenty pumpkins. Relax,” Axel said.
Faust watched his older brothers stencil ridiculous faces onto the giant fruits, oblivious to anything else around them. Axel’s phone went off and he ignored it in favour of gutting and slicing. Finally, Mickey handed Faust a knife and the long-haired brother accepted it with a slight smirk. He turned the instrument over in his hand, inspecting the dull teeth of the pumpkin carver.
“This is a bullshit knife,” Faust announced, tossing it onto the floor. He stood up and went to the kitchen to find a proper weapon—a filleting knife far too sharp for Mickey’s comfort.
“‘Kay but you’re gonna kill someone with that,” Mickey pointed out as Faust selected a squat, round pumpkin and hauled it to where his brothers sat on the floor.
For a while, the three of them did nothing but hollow out squash. Mickey collected a large bowl of seeds while Axel focused on his design, letting no one see as he worked away, tongue sticking out in concentration. Faust finished his first, having brandished the filleting knife with curious expertise to create a demonic face with shading and an impressive amount of detail. When he turned the pumpkin around to show his brothers, Mickey grinned from ear to ear.
“See! I knew you’d have fun with this. Remember when we used to do this every year? And ma would make a pie and we’d all fight over it?”
Axel snickered. “Yeah. Then she started making three instead of one.”
“Every good boy deserves pie,” Faust quoted in a shrill impression of their mother.
“Aw, I miss her,” Mickey said.
“Hey. Let’s not go there today. Let’s just have fun the way she’d want us to,” said Axel. “Besides... Check this out.”
Axel turned his pumpkin around to reveal he’d carved a pair of large breasts into the flesh. His brothers chuckled—Faust a little more than Mickey.
By the time they finished, it was already dark out—the perfect time to drop candles into the lanterns and display them around the perimeter of the house. Fausts masterpieces stayed close to the door, and Axel’s anatomy studies littered the lawn. Mickey carved his pumpkins with the classic jagged smiles and triangular eyes, placing the jesters altogether in a line.
Faust lit a smoke in the dark as they stood on the sidewalk, admiring their handiwork. “You’re supposed to spread them out, Mick.”
“I can’t. They’re brothers. They have to stay together. Look, those two are me ‘n Axel, and that one’s you, Faust.”
Axel framed his jaw in contemplation. “Your Faust pumpkin looks more like a chick than my boob-o-lantern.”
“It’s the long, luscious hair.”
“Fuck off,” Faust snorted, walking away from the twins to go back inside.
Axel stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled as Mickey made panting noises. Faust gave them the middle finger.
“You kinda do look like a girl from behind with all that hair, Fausty! A big, huge, tall, scary chick.”
Mickey continued snickering, clutching his belly until he remembered something that snapped him out of his amusement.
“The knives! Don’t let him get a knife. He’ll kill us.”
Axel waved a dismissive hand. “Ah, he’s fine. He got out of that phase a while ago. Come on, let’s go back inside. Shit, it’s getting cold as fuck.”
The twins made their way to the front door only to find it locked. Axel struggled with the handle until Faust appeared at the door, face half-hidden, feet shoulder-width apart, glaring through the glass at his brothers outside.
“Hey, come on. Open up! It’s cold out here!”
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you two clowns huddle for warmth then?” Faust said.
“We’re sorry for saying you look like a girl from behind, Faust. Just open the door. My nipples can key a car!”
“Nah, I don’t think I will,” Faust said, turning on his heel and disappearing back into the house.
The twins hollered and pulled on the handle, knocking and whining in the cold Autumn night air. Faust clopped up the stairs, put on his headset, and turned his wailing heavy metal up until he no longer heard Mickey and Axel yelling from outside.
I was just sat here, mind my own business, when this thought came to me: drag racing with Axel. He’d have fixed up a vinage Ford Mustang, as “the oldies are always gold.”
Axel would’ve spent the best part of a week smoothing the car down, ensuring the paint job was absolutely perfect before he could show her off. He’d of course paint his initials on the bonnet, a symbol of his pride and faith in the rusting old car.
He’d have insisted that you, his good luck charm, sit in the passenger seat. If he was going to win it’d be with you by his side. One hand would be on the wheel, the other gripping onto your thigh as the flag was waved, the car reaching a speed you didn’t even think possible as Axel refused to move his foot off the gas (which made turning corners the most terrifying thing you’d ever experienced).
Axel’s eyes would be wild, and his teeth would be sunk into his bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he focused on his goal: reaching the finish line before any of those other bastards. Then, it was in sight. The makeshift banner was waving in the wind as he was seconds away from crossing it. Just before you reached the checkered line Axel slammed his foot on the brake pedal, a high pitched screeching sound eminating from the car which made you wince, but he had done it. He had won.
And boy, didn’t you know it. Axel immediately clambered out of the car and flung himself onto the bonnet, jumping up and down as he whooped and cheered, flashing you the biggest grin you had ever seen.
For the rest of that night you fucked in every possible spot on the car. The drivers seat, the passenger seat, the backseat, the bonnet. Axel even insisted that you ride him on top of the roof.
“C’mon babe, I won didn’t I?” Would be the only sentence you’d hear for the whole night.
