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.
Kinda funny and smutty but all I’m thinking about is Axel figuring out you’re into pegging and him being the little shit he is when you ask if he’s down. You shove him back on his bed from all the taunting and he stretches and gets his knees up by his head only to say “oh well I don’t know babe, you tell me?”
Listennnnuh, I am always down for turning Axel into a subby, whimpering, drooling, little mess of a boy, but you know he's going to be a world class brat about it first, flexing that smart-ass attitude before he ultimately submits himself to you and lets you fuck the back-talk right out of him 😏 Allow me to elaborate...
You walk into your bedroom after arriving home, calling out for Axel to no avail. His bike is in the driveway, so you know he's gotta be somewhere. He has a key to your house now, so he often lets himself in to use your shower and wait for you to get off work. But the shower isn't running and he isn't in the kitchen, or watching Netflix in the living room as usual. Oh, no. Today, Axel has been a sneaky boy, and went snooping around your bedroom, finding quite the intriguing contraption in your closet.
"There you are, Axe. I was calling for you. Did you not hear me--? What? What are you doing?"
Axel snickers to himself, turning around with your harness dangling from one long finger.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for the type, darlin'."
You flush only slightly, for you knew it was only a matter of time before the subject was brought to light. It was no surprise to see the intrigue flickering on his lips, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Looking through my stuff, hm?"
Your rhetoric clashes with a soft bite of his lip.
"I was looking for socks," he said.
"You know I don't keep socks in the back of my closet."
Axel lifts the strappy garment closer to his face, then shoots you a fascinated look. "All right, you caught me. I just saw this interesting looking thing and it surprised me, is all."
A long moment of silence draws you closer to where he's standing. You drop your bag, then tentatively reach out to take the harness from him. Your eyes wander to the bed and his follow. He brushes his palms over his hips, contemplating his next move. You beat him to it.
"So... Can I peg you as the type? Since you seem so very interested?"
Axel doesn't say a word. He strips off his stained tank top, practically flying out of his pants. One moment he's upright and the next he's on the bed.
"Thought you'd never ask," he says, barely able to contain his grin.
The humour clings to the air as you disrobe and step into the harness, tightening the straps around your hips. Axel stares at your crotch, licking his lips. He's raging hard, balls tight and legs wide open. Crushing his lip between his teeth, he shivers as you climb onto the bed.
"Please be gentle with me, mama. I'm just a sensitive boy."
You stroke his legs, coasting over his knees and down his thighs, feeling his body hair running with your palms. When you reach his groin, his cock twitches to one side. You can't help yourself-- you need to fondle him a little bit before the main event. He leans back, pressing his head into the pillow, watching as you handle his balls with care and give him a few loving strokes. Faint moans vibrate in his mouth before he finally hangs his jaw, eyes screwing up when you squeeze his pulsing shaft.
"You gonna make me cum all over myself, mama? Make me a mess?" He asks with an instigating pout.
"Don't you know it, you sexy little thing."
Axel is not little by any stretch of the word. His long limbs are flung over the bed, almost reaching the edges. His cock is in proportion, tapping just under his navel when you give him the satisfying fullness he craves. But calling him little, making him feel small and at your mercy fills you both with intoxicating arousal.
He mewls when the tip of your strap touches the responsive spot inside him. He shudders and clutches his knees apart, watching you enter him. You draw back, enter again, slowly. Axel drops his head and hums with delight.
"Oh, I love that. Fuck me, that feels so good." Axel moans.
You give him time to adjust. Though he's eager, it's a lot for him to handle all at once, but when he gets comfortable, the desperation surfaces. He begs for kisses, for strokes, for you to pinch his nipples. His skin turns pink with nerves and lust, partially hidden by his tattoos. It's a sight to hold, indeed-- Axel, the town bad boy, reduced to jelly on your bed, having his prostate pounded until he empties a load all over himself. You can't help yourself... You swipe some of his cum off his tummy and feed it to him. He takes your fingers, puppy eyes sparkling.
"You fucking dirty little boy."
He licks at your clean fingertips now, smirking, that attitude returning.
"Yeah, I'm a dirty fuck. What of it?"
You shrug as you ease your strap out of him. "Just an observation."
"Are you surprised?"
"Not at all," you reply. "Always had the feeling you were into getting fucked. You might look all tough, but I know you're really just a filthy little boy."
I like so much when you write Dom!Axel, can you now write something different with subby!Axel maybe? Like you make him eat you out, and until he doesn't make you cum only with his tongue, you won't let him touch you with his cock. Poor boy would be so desperate to be inside you lol
His cock twitched between his knees. On the carpet, Axel knelt before you, gazing up with lust in his eyes and your juices glistening all over his mouth. He’d come in practically on his knees already, begging for a little taste of pussy before you had to leave.
A little with Axel never stayed that way. He wanted to get up and fill the hole he’d been lapping at with his dick and when you didn’t allow him up; he pouted. The gloss on his lips was endearing, but his looks wouldn’t sway you.
“You think it’s nice to tease me with your mouth and then only think about yourself?” You asked him.
He shook his head, one soft curl springing forth from the shiny sweep of brown hair parallel with your hips. You brushed it back and purred when it came back. Axel looked so boyish from that angle—all big eyes yearning and those pouty lips smeared with arousal.
“If I make you come with my mouth, then can I put my cock inside? Please, please? It’s so soft and warm. I wanna be inside so bad.”
Everyone's fucking killing it with the Axel asks lately, but I miss me some subby Axel. Maybe he's getting over some mild sickness or injury, and being taken care of for the past few days has temporarily switched the dynamic. He's been pretty out of it, but today's the day he starts feeling a little frisky again... (ps hope you're doing ok!!)
You tried to slip out of bed, and at the last second, Axel grumbled.
“Why are you leaving me?”
Axel laid under several blankets, still dark around the eyes from a wallop of a cold that had knocked him on his ass for the last few days. You spent that time taking care of him and making sure he drank enough fluids to flush out his system. Resistant at first, he soon accepted the help and relished having his needs met while he recovered all weekend in bed.
You made a promise to cuddle with him that morning, but the urge to pee drew you away from the sleepy man next to you.
“I’ll be right back. Unless you want me to pee in the bed.”
Axel peered out of one eye, his face crushed against a pillow that had been enduring his restless, sweaty nights. The pout on his face trumped all reason, and you hopped back onto the mattress to kiss his stubbly face.
When you returned, Axel had flipped onto his back and raised his arms to show his need for you to snuggle against him once more. Once you got comfortable, he swaddled you in the blankets and held your hand against his hip. This only lasted until he slid your palm to the front of his boxers and made you grope his bulge.
“Oh! Well, what do we have there? Is my sick boy feeling a little naughty this morning?”
“I think I have the strength to give it a go. Or... You could give me a handy?”
“What is this? Ninth grade?”
Axel looked down his body where your hand hadn’t let up rubbing and massaging him to full hardness.
“If I had a pretty girl like you playing with my dick back then, maybe I wouldn’t have wreaked such havoc on my immune system and ended up sick in the first place.”
subby axel being tied up into chest harness hands bound behind his back being made to watch as his mommy fucks herself with her dildo, really putting on a show for him whilst he sits there watching just leaking onto the bed. Maybe she has to gag him to stop him from running that filthy mouth although she does love all the nasty shit he says
"Looks so good. Oh my god. Your pussy looks so full, mommy. Mmm, fuck, I wanna put my cock inside you just like that," he drawled.
"Quiet, little boy. Otherwise you're getting gagged."
"M'sorry, mommy," he whimpered, eyes still huge with astonishment.
