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personal training with lex<333

for moot

you were nervous to say the least. you knew you needed a personal trainer after your last gym session where you confused a squat with a dead lift. they were similar on paper, weren't they?

you blow a curl from your hair, the hair flying and falling back by your cheek as you grunt in annoyance. you stride purposefully into the gym, immediately scanning the area for any sight of him.

you and alex had texted a few times, but his profile picture was merely his shoulder and a glimpse of tank top. you were almost about duck out the doors and head back to the privacy of your car when a voice calls your name. your head whips to the left, and your eyes widen as you realize a truly dangerous fact: your personal trainer was hot.

"hey!" alex greets, teeth on display as he smiled at you. "it's nice to meet you, i'm alex."

your dainty hand is engulfed by his, and you swallow your nerves down to croak out a, "hello." wow, was he stunning. devastatingly handsome with wispy hair that flicked out from under his black cap and a galore of moles dotting his skin.

you can feel the brush of his callouses when you both pull your hands away. it's quiet as you both observe each other, and you know this particular sports bra you donned was the right move when alex's eyes lingered on your chest.

there's a playful gleam in his eye when he tilts his head, "you ready to get started? we can go with a warm up and take it from there."

you nod dumbly, cheeks flushing as alex escorted you to a more private area of the gym with a hand on your lower back. barely there, but still there. god, you were so fucked.

you come to know that alex was sneaky, and you enjoyed it more than you should. things go easily at first. you do some cardio, listen to his pointers, and eventually settle by the mirrored wall of the gym.

you got into the position to dead lift, hands clenching and unclenching as you readied to pick up the weight. alex stops you with a questioning hum.

"almost! here, let me adjust you," and his hands are on your hips angling you forward. his fingers press into your hipbones, and a flurry of arousal courses through you at how he practically covers your hips entirely. "like that, there it is. good."

the praise made your clit pulse as you reached to pick up the weights, biting your lip to try to concentrate on the exercise and not how alex watched you with dark eyes that seemed to say everything you were thinking.

"do you feel the difference between this and a squat now? ah, keep your back straight," and it's a blatant command you can't help but heed.

his low tone coupled with the hand smoothing up your lower back, pressing his fingers into your heated skin to straighten your spine. you suck in a sharp breath when his thumb brushes against the dimples in your back. he repeats the question he asked, moving forward to crowd against you.

you don't dare look back at him, knowing your technique would fall apart the first instance your gazes locked. "i-i feel it, i think."

"you think? hmm. here, let me fix your stance again."

alex's hands return to your hips, but he doesn't twist you this time, rather he pulls you flush against his hips. he says one word, "arch."

"that's it, you look much better like this."

he fucked you in the gym parking lot. pulling into a lot behind the gym, alex practically tackled you in the backseat, tugging your sweet yoga pants off with a ferocity only a man desperate for pussy could have.

"you smell so fucking sweet, fuck. was so hard watching you work out, couldn't help but touch you," alex moans into your neck, stretching you to the brim with his fat cock. "you wanted me too, could sense, could feel it. the way you listened to me? fuckkk, knew you'd take me so well."

"oh god, alex, you're—stretching me so good!"

"i know, i know," and his tongue licks up the column of your neck before sucking on your pulse point.

you cry out, head thrown back in pure pleasure as alex's dragged his tip through your gummy walls, spasming and leaking onto his leather seats. the car rocked with every thrust, and pound against you g-spot sent stars bursting beneath your eyelids.

"god, fuck, wanna cum so bad. i-i know we haven't known each other for long, but holy shit, you're fucking incredible."

the compliment makes you smile as your orgasm drums up like a heavy ocean wave, cascading up and up until crashing down in a burst of bubbles and foam. your walls milk alex, and he follows behind you with a weak groan that cracks mid-cum. spurt after spurt fills you, and alex's chain dangles deliciously in your face.

under him, you could see every gorgeous sloping of him muscles in his shoulders and arms. the softness of his tummy yet hardened by the flex of maintaining himself above you. he was carved by adonis himself.

"and that exercise, is my most favorite. how about a few more reps?"

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help not me stalking your zaqa then opening tumblr for the first post i see to be you 😭

HAHA i love these crossovers i be on platform after platform

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anyone else ever think abt having a threesome with rubckity or is that just me…. 🤤

threesome with rubckity<333

you weren’t sure how exactly you had gotten into this predicament, and a predicament it was. it all started with welcoming rubén into your home, alex was thrilled when he asked you if his beloved friend could stay over for a week or so. how could you say no?

and rubén was lovely, truly. he helped clean up, make meals, shot the shit and was willing to do anything and everything. maybe a bit too willing.

“you’ve never had a threesome before? either of you?”

“nope! why, have you, pervert?” alex grins, beer in hand with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. he leans closer to rubén, who follows his lead, and your eyes catch on their lips. you force yourself to look away, what were you thinking?

“and you?”

rubén looks directly at you, his eyes intense but ready to back off if needed. you see a flicker of desire swirl his pupils as they flick up and down your body, flitting to alex who was staring right at him.

“no, no, i’ve never…”

it’s so silent, but not awkward. just quiet. you feel alex’s thumb rub up against your shoulder, and you glance at each other, and then rubén who sat relaxed. waiting. watching.

they have you spread out under them, naked and exposed to their privy eyes.

“wow, aren’t you lucky?” rubén says, eyes fixated on your sweet pussy as you spread your legs for them both. rubén sat near your head in his boxers, a gentle hand carding through your soft hair as he admired you. “you get to see this every day, must feel nice.”

he practically purrs at alex, utterly flirtatious in the way he leans forward and captures alex in a kiss. a meek squeal escaped your boyfriend, and you watch enraptured as the older man glides his tongue against alex’s—completely dominating him in a simple kiss.

there’s a string of saliva connecting them when they pull apart, their hungry eyes landing on your soaked form. alex hands’ greedily come up to your chest, squeezing and nipping as rubén dove for another kiss; this time against your lips.

he tasted like sugar and alcohol, and you moan at the feeling of alex tweaking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. alex’s expert hands were joined by rubén’s unfamiliar ones. it feels heavenly, their calloused combing as they groped you to their heart’s content.

“oh fuck, i need—touch me, please,” you rasp, eyes fluttering open to flit between the two men.

“touch you where? here?” rubén snorts, bumping alex with his shoulder when alex gripped your thigh. based on your reaction, you weren’t amused.

“you’re so mean, she’s begging so sweetly for you.” the older man tries to defend you, but the swirl of mischief reminds you that he’s playing both sides.

“‘m not begging,” you try to retort, but rubén shushes you with a gentle squeeze of your breast.

“yeah, you are,” alex emphasizes, parting your legs and running his forefinger through your folds, catching on your clit as he rubbed teasing circled against your sensitive pussy. “you’re falling apart for us, it’s so cute, baby.”

“fuck, just—ohmygod, enough with the foreplay. i want you. both.”

“oh, yeah? and just how badly do you want it? don’t be shy,” rubén coaxes, thumb tracing your cheek.

he’s got you so distracted, you don’t realize alex is readying to devour your pussy like a man starved. the feel of his mouth latching onto you makes you cry out, gripping onto rubén’s hand.

“mhm, eso es lo que quiero ver.” mhm, that’s what i want to see.

rubén kisses you again, and you’re in ecstasy.

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for you, anything | prince!alex

part one

synopsis: prince!alex, who can't stop sneaking out to see you.

pairing: au!alex quackity x reader

words: 1.6k

notes: tried something new! this is pretty much just fluff, but i do have plans for smut later on. let me know how you like this! all the love<33

San Asceros was more than a kingdom to you. It was not just your home, with rugged mountains and plain fields that seemed to expand like golden horizons. You grew up here, your toes buried in the dirt before your mother scooped you up to scold you for playing around. San Asceros was where you belonged.

You had grown used to your modest life. Your family sold fruit; ripe trees in the heart of your backyard bearing tender mangos and avocados. You were the meticulous one, picking each delicate fruit to sit beside one another, arranging them so the bright colors mixed in spectacular fashion. The fruit stand was your canvas. 

Many people came by. Family, friends, or both, and yet your eyes always strayed up the road from your home. There was a path that led from your back door onto a wider road, and you could follow it up to the palace. The palace that housed the boy you never saw, only heard of through local news. It was rare to see him out and about. Hell, it was rare to see any of the royal family out and about. 

Yet here you were, staring straight into the eyes of a boy you knew you recognized. With the mousy dark brown hair that fell in delicate strands, those deep chocolate eyes that stared wide-eyed at you, and the parting of his lips as he went to speak. Yes, this was your prince. This was Alex.

“What are you doing here?” You blurt suddenly, fingers tightening on a ripe avocado to the point of practically bursting between your fingertips. He was handsome, devilishly handsome, and you almost wanted to ward him off with a cross. “You’re not supposed to be here, right? Is the rest of the family coming?”

“No, no. It’s just me,” his eyes dart to the avocado in your hand. “I promise, I was just…”

“What are you doing here?” 

You emphasize the last word, eyes scanning him as your heart beats rabbit fast in your chest.

“I was just… I came to see your fruit stand. It attracted me, and I just had to come over. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say immediately, still a bit apprehensive. Why was the Prince apologizing to you?

A long stretch of silence fills the air, and the two of you take the opportunity to give each other a once-over. Alex's eyes drink you in, flitting over your waist, accentuated by the tie of an apron over your burgundy dress. He glances at your shoes, and you bring one foot behind the other.

Alex looked different. You’d seen a picture of him in the newspaper, and there was a famous painting done when he was younger, but you’d never seen him like this. In all those works of art, he donned a golden crown that seemed to be fitted just for him. He wore regal attire, clean clothes, and luxury cotton. But now? He was dressed down in a simple tunic and fitted pants. His shoes were different, though, no, you could tell they were the shoes of someone well off. The opposite of what you wore. 

“I like your dress,” and you’re snapped out of your thoughts by him. “Who made it? A tailor?”

“My mother, she’s just inside.”

You glance back for good measure and step a little closer, lowering your voice slightly. “She’d freak out if she knew you were here.”

Alex smirks cockily and tilts his head. 

“Well, I am a ladykiller,” he jokes, eyelashes batting softly. 

Something in his goofy voice makes you laugh, as if he were the boy next door. Your smile remains as he picks up a mango, inhaling its scent with closed eyes. It’s only then that you notice the smattering of freckles that dot his face. You wonder if they dot any other parts of his body. 

“Right. I’ve heard rumors about you. You’re meant to be engaged? At least, that’s what they say. That you’re the right age for it and all.”

He looks stricken, glancing around and then vehemently shaking his head. He looks as though he started sweating the minute the words left your mouth. You swallow, wondering if you’ve said something wrong.

“Engaged? Oh, god, no. No, I’m not set to be engaged. Not yet, anyway. What other rumors have you heard?”

“That you’re really good at the piano,” and you feel so drawn to that smile.

“Well, that one is true,” Alex leans against the stand, his hair strands cascading over his face. “I think I’ll buy three mangos. This one, this one, and… you can pick the last one. Pick me a good one!”

“A good mango? Well, the trick is to get them right when they fall off the tree. A ripe mango is always the best one, so always come and get them early. Our mango tree drops fruit when it’s ready; it’s kind of beautiful.”

“It is beautiful,” he affirms, watching you intently.

You feel shy under his gaze, hand coming up to shield your face from the beaming sun. “W-Well, the next thing is to squeeze ‘em. Like this one.”

Fingers pluck a mango from the third row, and your hand squeezes it just slightly, the give under your fingertips obvious but not too soft. You smile approvingly, adding it to a spare bag along with the other fruit. You close it up for him and then hand it to him, your fingertips brushing together and sending an electric spark up your spine.

“How much?”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to pay–”

“But how much is it? I don’t mind,” Alex steps closer, his eyes scanning your face and lingering on your lips. You feel so exposed under him, as if he were tearing away your layers one peel at a time. “It’s alright, you don’t have to feel like you need to obey me. I’m just… here, buying fruit from a fruit stand.”

“But you’re the prince.”

“I am,” he nods, but grins and flashes his bright white teeth at you. “I’m also just a boy, talking to a girl, asking her how much her beloved fruit costs.”

Your smile is tender, warm and welcoming. Your fingers clasp together as you rock on your heels before answering. It’s not much, but you watch as Alex digs a few bills from his pocket. He doesn’t even count them, placing them in your hand with a beaming smile. The sun shines on his face, and he’s glowing in front of you. Caramel skin on full display.

“This is far too much,” you say, attempting to hand it back with a small laugh.

“Is it? Hmm, can I tip you for your troubles?”

You’re about to burst into laughter, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Alex pushes your fingers closed to hold the money. He brings your hand to your chest, his warm hands on yours as he cups your joined fingers.

“My prince,” you try to say. 

Your voice is quieter, softer, a lull of a siren in the dark waters. Alex stares at you intensely, his gaze never wavering. You’re fully locked into this moment, frozen where you stand and your knees want to buckle under the weight of his gaze. He looked at you the way a man looked at a woman, like he wanted you desperately.

“Take it for me,” he whispers kindly. His voice is low. “As thanks for the fruit.”

“Okay,” you reply, lungs rippling as you shakily inhaled.

Alex finally pulls back, and you can breathe again.

You’re sure it’s his shoes that attract all the attention. They weren’t like the modest, worn slippers other folks in town wore. No, they were white and attractive. All things that would belong to the prince. A deep voice is first to call out.

“My prince?!”

“Where?” A woman exclaims, her child in tow, looking awfully confused as his mother whipped around to spot the two of you now huddled together.

You chance a look at Alex, and his eyes are boyish and wide as more and more people recognize him. They begin to hound him like dogs, nipping at his heels with arms reaching out to give scratches. They wanted to touch him, to say hello, to greet their prince. It was too much. You knew from the way Alex’s fingers tightened in your dress.

“Over there!”

“I have to go,” Alex says suddenly, turning to look down at you. He regretfully pulls his hand away from you, throat bobbing. “Will I see you again?”

He looks behind him desperately, immediately being crowded around by curious onlookers. Your reply is rushed, nodding as he grows farther and farther away.

“Yes!”

He keeps his eyes on you as he’s swallowed into the crowd, cheers, and cries of laughter echoing in the middle of town. Alex’s voice is loud, happy and bright, not at all low and relaxed like when he was talking to you. You don’t see him, but you know he’s there as the crowd gravitates as a whole to the palace.

You watch them walk him all the way up to the palace gates, your hand shielding your face from the blaring sun. You wonder if he’s thinking about you. No, that would be foolish. Your hand drops, and you use all your resolve to turn on your heel and march purposefully back to your home.

All he did was buy fruit; that was all. Why would he be thinking of you? It was a foolish idea for a girl like you.

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did u see philza basically outing alex as bi😭😭

yes i did LMFAOAOAOAO like i get that maybe alex is okay with it but also who are you to be the first mention of it ever …

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Hai!! I absolutely love your fics! I usually don't ask for anything but I was wondering if we could get a part 2 to the 2019 alex fic you just did maybe?

If not it's totally okay and i understand!!!<3

2019!alex pt. 2<33

there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you pull away, and alex's arms shake with the effort of holding himself up for so long. you smile, and gently tug at his elbows, "relax, alex."

"i-i'm sorry, it's just—i've been wanting this for so long. i really, really like you. i don't wanna screw this up!"

"you won't," you urge softly, his body gradually relaxing against yours.

alex drinks you in, his gaze flitting over the softness of your features before landing on your lips again. he moves closer, shifting up your body. his weight is so comfortable that you wrap your arms around him just to feel your combined selves sink further into the bed.

your best friend pushes up onto his forearms before diving to capture your lips in a sugary kiss. his dominant hand skirts down the side of your waist, down to your hip where he squeezes it. he treats you as if you´re made of glass, and his kisses are gentle against your lips.

it's not enough, you both know it's not enough to just kiss and touch--you had to feel each other entirely. it grows hurried, then. fast. alex is gasping for air and sitting up more, and you're following him like a desperate kitten seeking more touches, more love.

you climb into his lap hastily, clumsily pushing him against the wall next to his bed. his head bumps against the windowsill, and you feel it before hearing his hiss of pain. you can't help the slight giggle even though your hand is scrambling to cup the back of his head, "i'm sorry. are you okay?"

"oh, i'm fucking great! it's okay," alex murmurs, dragging your hand away to interlace your fingers. "just, keep kissing me. you feel so good, i'm... in awe, or something."

"in awe?"

"or maybe i just love you," alex blurts out, his face looking stricken as he admits his deepest secrets.

you give him a watery smile, and it's so silent, but everything seems so clear. you move slowly, like you're wading in water, and your hands slide up his thin arms, up his neck, before gripping onto his hair and tugging him to your lips.

"i love you, too," you say between kisses.

alex groans in delight, his lips pushing against yours with deep satisfaction. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and a full body shiver goes through you when you tangle together. on instinct, your hips grind down against alex's hips, and there's a distinct feeling of him poking you. he was so hard, you could feel it.

you're both blushing when you pull away, and you can tell alex is about to ramble nervously when his hand comes to play with a strand of hair, rubbing it between his fingers. you catch his wandering gaze, and smile to ease him.

"can we lay back?"

"yeah, yeah. of course. i'm just gonna take my shirt off," he says hurriedly, before tugging his blue California shirt off and tossing it to the side. you want to watch him, no, leer at him, but he gives your chest a once over and you realize you want him to see you. your shirt joins his on the floor. "holy fuck, your tits look really nice. uh, i don't mean tits, i mean--"

you're laughing and bringing his hands to your chest, "just touch them. you can call them whatever, i mean, they're yours."

"mine?"

you swear alex gulps, "yes, yours."

and you meant it. your best friend, rather, your lover was welcome to every part of you. you wanted him to see you, wanted him to notice you. your heart sung with love and adoration as alex clearly admired your half-undressed body.

his hands roam over your stomach, grabbing at your chest and playing with your nipples. little whines escapes you, mewls of his name and soft swears tumbling out into the humid air. you still had to be quiet, his parents were home.

"you sound so good for me," he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you for a long moment before pulling away. "i, uh, do you wanna go all the way? we don't have to, i just... if it's with anyone, i want it to be with you, you know?"

"i know," you reply softly. your voice is a near whisper, "i want to."

you both stare at each other for a bated breath, before alex is sighing happily and crawling back to lay on top of you, "i love you. i'm glad this is all happening, i-i'm glad i'm with you."

and you swear you could listen to those words on repeat.

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Can we get a ff of streamer reader and quackity just looking at each other drunk

sharing an intimate look with alex<3

you're caught on a dusky evening, the sun setting in a mix of orange and magenta. it's the type of sunset that leaves you breathless when you face it. utterly transfixed by that orange hue swirling with pink.

the sunset served as the background for many streamers who chatted and laughed live for their fans to see. the party was in full swing, and you'd attended with a bright smile and drink tickets in tow. you opted not to vlog for the time being. you were there with alex, your boyfriend, and you wanted just a moment to yourselves.

you held alex's hand, his thumb working over the top of yours absentmindedly. neither of you had any idea that roier's camera perfectly captured the two of you behind him.

you turn to alex with wide eyes, with bouncy curls and glossy lips. the camera captures the way alex peers at you with his oh so loving gaze, beer sloshing around in his cup.

"this party is fun! do you have another drink ticket?"

alex grins at you, his hand squeezing yours, "you haven't had enough? you look pretty drunk to me."

"i am not drunk! i'm perfectly capable," you try to defend yourself, but there's a slight wobble in your step as you move forward, and you slightly pull alex to steady you. "my heel is wobbly, that didn't even count."

"yeah, yeah. i'm sure it was just your heel," he teases, licking his lips. "honestly, i'm feeling a little drunk. they're heavy handed as hell."

you nod in response, your eyes caught on the way the sunset gleans orange on the side of alex's cheek. it splashes yellow on his deep, black strands the same way sunlight spills into the morning, breaking past the darkness for daybreak. his moles move as he smiles, and you're just so, so caught within his gaze. you couldn't stop looking if you tried.

alex looks at you as if you hung the sun and moon yourself. he can't stop smiling, and his heart is akin to a rabbit's. his foot should be thumping, ears perking. he steps closer, arm sliding easily around your waist—he'd give you all the drink tickets in the world.

alex is about to kiss you when sebastian's voice cuts in, "wow, everyone's going crazy about you two. i think i got you on camera, sorryyy!"

you're instantly pulling out your phone, and you're laughing joyously as you turn the screen to alex, "holy fucking shit, look!"

#QUACKITY

#QUACKITY DRUNK

#QUACKITY GF

your boyfriend is a mix of pride and fake nonchalance, pretending he's not emboldened by the comments as they call him out for his loving looks.

alex tugs you into a tight hug, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder, "i'm in love with another streamer, whatever! everyone can judge me, but i don't care. i love you and i love looking at you; no matter who sees."

"even when you're drunk?" your hand slides up his stomach, towards his chest up to the juncture of his head and shoulder. you wrap an arm around the smooth expanse of his back.

"especially when i'm drunk." alex kisses your neck, your jaw, and then your lips—for good measure.

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Alex is certifiably insane for doing this

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alex finally deflowering u on ur honeymoon... 😶‍🌫️

going on your honeymoon with alex<33

he had been so, so patient. the minute he’d met you on that bright and sunny day, he knew that he had to have you. you were shy—a virgin. it made him hot under the collar just thinking about it.

beyond that, he loved you. he loved how you got excited over the little things, how you always reciprocated his kisses with a small moan, and he especially loved the way you carried yourself. effortlessly confident and so sexy.

he proposed on a romantic evening. an escape within Los Angeles, an AirBnB for the two of you. it was heaven on Earth, and when he finally popped the question… you, of course, said yes.

you got married in the nicest of chapels, surrounded by friends and family (and a few fans, who were overzealous in their intentions.) alex stared at you, his soft hands holding yours, and you felt your heart beating in your throat. he squeezed your hands, a declaration, before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

he was anything but harsh. he was the most gentle man, the most patient man—he was willing to wait for you. until the honeymoon, that is.

“fuck, you’re fucking soaked. ‘s this all for me?”

you’re embarrassed at the slick between your thighs, the sticky strings elongating as alex parted your folds with two fingers. you looked fucking delicious, in a baby doll dress that gave way to the softness of your tummy; his fingers threaded through the small patch of curls, before slipping down to rub over your clit.

you’d never felt anything like this before, a sharp cry escaping you as your hips jerked up. alex’s eyes stayed transfixed on your pussy, thumb pressing and rubbing tight circles over your sensitive clit.

“ohmy—alex, you’re… making me feel so…”

“how? describe it to me, mi amor. tell your husband exactly what i’m doing to you,” the tip of his finger brushes against your clenching hole, and your teeth dig into your lip. “come on, wanna hear you say it.”

“y-you’re playing with my clit,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as alex flicked the bud.

he hums, low and throaty, before sinking in a finger into your tight walls. you squeeze him so deliciously, it leaves his head spinning.

“god, i might not be able to fuck you just yet. you’re so tight for me, so warm and soft,” he purrs, leaning over you to kiss at your neck as his fingers expertly played with your pussy.

“‘s too much!”

you’re wailing when he sinks another finger in, the clicking of his hand thrusting inside you echoed in your ears. he fucked you with his fingers, his hand curling and twisting inside your cunt. he rubs right up against that spongy spot deep inside you; a moan is pushed past your lips as you arch.

“you need to take at least three if you wanna take my cock,” his voice is low, eyes darkened with desire and want. “you can take it. i know you can, my sweet girl.”

“alex, stop! i-i feel funny, i feel—“

you don’t even realize you’re cumming till there’s an audible gush of your arousal. alex lets out a joyous laugh, fucking you through your orgasm as you creamed around his fingers. he pulls three out—when did he add the third?—and you’re boneless against the sheets.

he’s not done though, no, his soaked hands join his belt buckle to unfasten it as he leans over you. your hands are weak when they settle on his shoulders, and you want to tell him you can’t, that you’re too sensitive; but, then he’s pressing the flushed head of his dick between your lips and grinding fully. his hard dick rubs right against your oversensitive clit, and your entire body trembles with need.

“alex, i feel, i-i need you. right now, right here,” you ache for him as you whisper so tenderly against his lips.

he claims your mouth in a fiery kiss, hips adjusting to sink into your plush walls. he stretches you out so deliciously, your nails dig into his caramel skin as your jaw drops. it stings with every inch he pushes inside, and yet the pleasure is so heady you just can’t help but beg for more.

he fucks you slow, kisses your ear and whispers sweet nothings. you hardly notice when he pushes your thighs back into a mating press; alex suddenly putting a little more force behind his thrusts as he slammed his hips into you.

“alex!!”

“fuck, babe, just lemme use you, ‘kay? god, you’re so fucking sweet for me—mmhm, needed this pussy for so long. my gentle, loving wife turned into a mess because of me… i love you, fuck, i love you.”

you cling to him like a koala as he snapped his hips against yours, the clapping audible in the quiet hotel room. you were sure your neighbors were filling a noise complaint with how you were squealing and crying out for alexis.

he throbs inside you, and your mind is sludge as you feel his heavy cock drag against your pussy. you’re panting, breathless as you mumble incoherently, “gonna, ‘m gonna…!”

“that’s it, there we go. cum for me, cum on your husband’s cock.”

your spasming walls bring him to the edge, pushing him off as he explodes inside you. there’s a creamy ring of white around the base of his cock when he pulls out, his cum dribbling from your spent hole.

alex lets himself freely collapse on top of you, a squeak escaping you.

“so,” he starts calmly, though you can see the smirk on his face. “how about round two?”

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I’m on my knees for platies princess gf x kick boxer/gym bro quackity fic

working out together with alex<33

one, two, three—your legs were stick straight and working as you did your leg lifts. your hand was settled daintily on your hip, and you could feel a bead of sweat working it’s way down your brow.

your eyes remained settled on your boyfriend, and god damn, was it a sight. you were sure your panties were soaked. under the cool ceiling fans, you watched as alex did his bicep curls, breath puffing out his cheeks.

his hair was loose, free from any beanie and you were eating it up. alex glances over at you, eyes immediately dragging over your form with an ogling stare. it made you feel hot all over, warm from just his stare. you finish your leg lifts and smile at him, giving a tiny wave. it’s then that he finishes his last reps and makes his way over to you.

“hey princess,” he looms over you sweetly, offering a hand to help you up. his muscles bulge, and your teeth dig into your lip while he effortlessly pulls you up.

“hey, your arms look huge. like, alex, this is a little insane.”

“you think so?”

his smile is shy. sweet and boyish. alex pulls you close by your hips, tugging your fronts together and he gives you a sweaty kiss.

“i know so,” you mumble, chasing his lips and pulling him closer by his cheeks. “you’re so fucking hot, alex.”

“oh, baby, have you seen you? you’re so fucking hot—god, I need you. are you done with your workout? maybe we can…”

he trails off, and you know immediately what he means. your lips purse into a smirk, and you’re squeezing his bicep with your hand and nodding.

“oh, definitely. i don’t need to do my pilates that much.”

a loud slap echoes in the small weight room, and a few people glance over at you. you giggle and hide your face into alex’s chest, his chuckles sounding in your ear as he nosed your neck.

“pilates gave you that ass,” he mumbles, squeezing your hips. “and gave me these arms!”

neither of you care about the stares. you’re too wrapped up in how joyous it feels to be wrapped up in alex’s arms. you squeal, kissing his jaw—and your heart flutters.

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Alex x fem reader

They are both arguing over some random shit. And then he just randomly snaps and fucks the shit I’ve of her.

Angry sex basically btw I love your writings🫶

angry sex with alex<3

alex didn’t really get angry. he didn’t get the flared nose, the red ears, the squinted eyes: he loved you too much to feel properly angry with you, maybe even when you didn’t deserve it.

but you had been so… bratty. all day, it was snide comments and rejection of affection. he knew the game you were playing, could see clearly that you just wanted to push his buttons till he snapped.

“i don’t know why you insist—,” he started, standing before you and emphasizing his point with a hand. “—on being such a brat. it’s pissing me off, you know.”

“what are you gonna do about it, huh?”

his eyes grew darker, swirling with want and need before he crosses the room in two strides, backing you up against the wall, “what am i gonna do? hmm, well, i think first… i’m gonna fuck you till you get that i’m not just some toy, i’m your boyfriend. i want you to treat me nicely.”

“and i do treat you nicely. most of the time,” and you’re still grinning that stupid smirk with your arms crossed. you challenge him with your nose upturned, and alex feels his heart hammer in his chest. “go on. show me.”

“‘s this what you wanted? you fucking brat—you wanted me so bad you just had to act up, right?”

“n-no! i was just,” and you’re cut off by the sharp thrust he makes, cock spearing your insides as you flailed uselessly under him. “was just teasingggg.”

alex looks less than amused, his hips rolling as he clicks his tongue.

“teasing. right,” and he drags his heavy cock out before pushing in slow and deep. “now look at you, you’re basically being a slut for me.”

it makes you sniffle as he picks up the pace, fucks you even harder, whispers sweet degradating into the shell of your ear.

“fuck, fuck!—“

“alex, ‘m sorry! lemme cum, pleaseplease—wanna cum!”

alex lets out a muted cry, teeth clamping down on his lip as he fisted the sheets. each pound made your head spin, your body jerked upwards with every hit of his hips against yours.

he’s punishing, grunting in your ear as the coil in your belly stretched and stretched till the point of snapping. he’s so mean, stretching you out till you were so full you couldn’t breathe or think.

you could feel how primal this all way, how he fucked you the way you needed it, no, deserved it. his nose glides across the column of your neck to inhale your scent. you smelled like sweat, sex, your perfume… it nearly made his eyes roll back in unadulterated pleasure.

“don’t cum, not yet,” he urges breathlessly, head diving down to suck your tongue as he slotted his lips against yours.

his lips were plus, soft, and your walls were pulsating and milking him with all the effort you had. tears bubble in your doe eyes, and they spill over the fat of your cheeks as alex pumped himself in and out of you.

“alex, please.”

your begging does him in, his back writhing under your fingertips as he jerked and filled you with his cum. it spills out past his dick, dripping down your cheeks as you follow behind him. you tumble down the cliff of your orgasm, going boneless against the cool sheets.

“don’t… fucking piss me off again. or actually do, ‘cause this was a great way to make up for it,” and his smirk is wicked.

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hwyyy i was wondering if u could do something revolving 2019 quackity? anything that comes to mind is good. thank u!

kisses with 2019!alex

you couldn’t stop looking at him. the two of you sat on the roof of his home, the sun setting into a mix of pink and orange in the heart of México. people bustled all around the two of you, the laughter of teen girls experiencing their first night out, the sound of lighters flicking and beers clinking.

your eyes flickered back to alex, tracing over the slope of his nose, the freckles that dotted his skin, even the way his lips curved into a smile as he turned to face you. your heart stutters in your chest.

“what’re you staring at?”

he has a slight lisp from his retainer. it makes your cheeks lift into a small grin, and your knee nudges his with a soft shrug of your shoulders.

“nothing, just… thinking.”

“of what? me?”

he was teasing, but he was right. he knew it, too. you could tell in how his eyes raked over your form, his butt scooting closer to yours on the slab of concrete the two of you were perched on. he maintains eye contact, and you hold it with bated breath.

“not you, specifically,” you mumble, eyes flicking down to his lips.

“so me, metaphorically?”

“yeah…”

alex is quiet, brown eyes all bambi like and doe eyed. he stares at you for what feels like hours, but you know it’s barely been a minute.

and then he’s crashing into you like he’s yours, like you’re his, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. it is, you were meant to be, it was always going to turn out this way.

your squeak of surprise is dulled by his clumsy kiss, lips slotting against yours in a shy yet purposeful way. you kiss back easily, panting against his mouth as the two of you part—connected by a string of spit from your pairs of pink, swollen lips.

“y-you kissed me!”

his nod is quick, his smile is genuine. his eyes are warm and he bumps your shoulder with his.

“you liked it, right?” you could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and it reminds you of how boyish he was.

he was your boy. not yet a man, but he was yours nonetheless.

“‘course i liked it.”

“good. ‘cause i’m gonna do it again,” and he’s grabbing your face in his palms and kissing you senselessly.

the pink and orange of the sky fades into a milky, cloudy darkness. the stars beam down, little offshoots of sparkle igniting your hearts and shining down on the crowns of your heads.

you pull alex closer, if that was even possible. the two of you had somehow blended and become one, and you knew you couldn’t dare to part from your other half.

“do you love me?”

you’re singing his praises, a soft ‘yes,’ pleaded over and over against his lips.

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r u uncomfortable with writing a specific topic?

mmm not really no, except the obvious things like scat

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officially bringing qolotwt to tumblr by answering asks on here, ask me anything!

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tie me up, pin me down | (s)

synopsis: husband!alex indulging his wife´s request to dom him then taking over when she teases him too much

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 4k

warnings: husband/wife dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, cowgirl position, reverse dynamic, sub!alex

“You wanna—what?”

Alex kneads your hips in his hands, eyes searching yours for clarification. You were nestled in his lap, arms slinked around his broad shoulders as you stared deeply into his dark eyes. Alex held you easily, your body molding to his in a practiced motion the two of you had perfected over the years of being together.

 “Are you serious?”

A throb between your thighs leaves you aching as you roll your hips into Alex’s lap. Your husband lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your plush ass pressing so deliciously against his bulge. 

“Of course,” you grumble, hands twisting his wedding ring delicately. “I wanna top you, seriously.”

Alex takes in your words as a slight grin works its way onto his freckled face, urging you harder against his growing erection while humming lowly. The two of you enjoyed a little power play every once in a while.

Though you had never outright asked to top him, you and Alex always fell into an easy rhythm; you’d take what he gave you, and he’d give you all you could need. It was fun, it was easy, it was sexy. 

“Hmm, are you sure you want to? Maybe I’ll be super bratty, like you!”

Your hand slaps his chest, a mewl escaping you when you grind just right; your clit pulses as you bear down on your husband’s arousal. Your lips peck at his jaw and neck, your hips growing greedy as they rocked again and again against him. He already had you losing yourself in him, and it was just so unfair how weak he made you.

“First off, I’m not bratty—“

“Sure, you’re not.”

Lips press into a thin line, and the first move is made when you press manicured nails into the soft skin of Alex’s jaw. His cheeks are mush against your fingertips. You deliciously squirm at the feel of holding him in place, panting against his lips and keeping him still.

“Don’t interrupt me,” Alex’s eyes give the green light, and you continue. “Second off, I can handle anything you throw my way.”

“Can you?”

It’s muffled against your fingertips but doesn’t stop the smile from crawling onto Alex’s lips like a Cheshire cat. You scoff, releasing his jaw and pouting in his lap while you look at him. 

“I can, and you better believe me. I’ll tease you till you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

Your husband is non-threatened, chuckling and unable to hold back his smirk as his hand skims your sides and comes to massage your chest. His deft fingers easily find the curve of your tits. His thumb runs over your nipple, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning and arching into his chest. 

“We’ll see. That’s usually you, you know.”

“Just watch me,” you say, leaning in and capturing Alex’s lips in a hot kiss. 

He groans and pulls you closer, already growing desperate as he gathers you in his arms to lift you and take you to the bedroom. Your legs wrap around his waist effortlessly, and you giggle when he hoists you up into the air. 

“C’mon, no more games!”

The two of you are a mess of tangled limbs and panting breaths for the rest of the evening.

Days pass. Alex is busy with work, and you’ve got your own thing going on: cooking, shopping, relaxing. You’re secretly plotting and praying Alex doesn’t know. He saunters around like he’s innocent. A stretch in the living room here, a towel wrapped around him there. Post-shower, mind you. Your husband was making you hot under the collar, and you hated it. You need to get under his skin and make him feel crowded and needy.

Oh, you were plotting. You make his favorite. Tamales Rojas. Red tamales. It’s labor mixed with love as you tenderly make each one with a smile on your face. Alex greets you with a pleasant sniff and arms wrapping around your waist. “Smells good in here. What are you doing, trying to convince me of something?”

“No, I just wanted to do something special for you.” 

You whisper and turn in his arms to wrap yourself around his shoulders. You get close enough to kiss, and you can see his eyes darting down to peer at your lips. He pulls you closer to his body by your hips; he’s familiar with you, and he knows you can’t resist crumbling before him when he towers over you just like this. Yet, you’re still standing, and your grin has turned into a full-blown smirk.

“Ready to eat?”

Alex’s eyes are dark and stormy, and they drink you in like a full glass of red wine. He hums lowly, thumbs rubbing at your hip bones before skimming your waist and tugging you closer by the small of your back. “I’m ready for something else.”

Despite the aching call for submission that comes from your gut, you manage to resist and worm your way out of Alex’s shocked arms. He stares at you curiously and follows like a dog to the kitchen. Alex doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s wondering why the two of you aren’t fucking right on the kitchen table.

You plate the tamales for him, the spicy pork making your mouth water as you set his plate in front of him.

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” and you’re sitting opposite him with crossed arms and legs.

You weren’t expecting the retaliation from Alex, though, who corners his plate like a man starved. He looks the exact same as he would, as if he was going to eat you out, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he crowds the plate like it was your sweet pussy. Your mouth runs dry as Alex starts to feast, making soft groans of pleasure as he tears his teeth into the masa and pork. 

Alex’s eyes are dark when they drift up to yours. He looks hungry. His eyes watch you for a moment before he wipes his lips and takes a sip of water. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“No I–I am,” you mumble, cheeks flushing and eyes darting away as you try to conceal your shy gaze. “What do you think?”

“It’s fucking delicious, babe. I’ll do the dishes tonight,” and he drawls his words out in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together. “You really outdid yourself, didn’t you, mi amor?”

He knows he’s hitting all your weak points. He absolutely knows what he’s doing with the praise that sends heat down to your throbbing clit. You take a tentative bite and nod, not dignifying him with a response. Alex smirked before crowding his plate and beginning to eat even more voraciously. 

Alex groans, licking his lips and smacking them as if he was devouring you. It’s too much, and you’re standing abruptly with your half-full plate. “I’m done. I’m gonna put this in the sink.”

“Okay, baby,” his eyes linger as you cross the room. 

Even in the kitchen, you can feel his piercing gaze. You stay where you are, listening as your husband stands and approaches you. He’s quiet as he draws close, humming a random tune as he rests his chin on the junction of your neck. Then, a sharp smack echoes in the small apartment.

“Alex!”

“I know what you’re doing,” he drawls into your ear, hand taking a handful of your ass before smacking it again for emphasis. “Trying to ignore me? Even when I want you so bad…”

“I’m not ignoring you,” you whisper and try to keep the shake from your voice. “I made your favorite.”

“As if that’s not when you want something. Come on, let me have you.”

Was that begging*? Oh, it was definitely begging. You must bite your lip to prevent a smirk as you turn in his arms.

“Get to washing.”

Just like that, you leave him shell-shocked in the kitchen. You lounge in the living room, listening to Alex vigorously scrub pots and pans. You can imagine the pouty look on his face as he meticulously cleaned every dish. You had won this round.

Alex did not like to give up, though. It was one of the things you loved about him. When he was into something, he was into it. It all started with a casual Saturday morning, two days after the tamales rojos incident–as you liked to call it. It was two days of bliss, of married life with your husband. Yet, on this particular day, Alex seemed different.

He did all the chores early. He made you breakfast and carried your cup of coffee to you in bed. Usually, these sweet gestures and over-the-top affectionate moments were saved for more meaningful occasions, not just ordinary Saturday afternoons.

“Any reason for this?”

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” Alex murmurs. His eyes stare deep into yours with an intensity that makes you hot under the collar. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Oh, nothing,” you lie easily.

You were ready to put your plan into action and absolutely dominate him.

“Well, have fun with your lazy day,” Alex teased, and you leaned forward for a syrupy kiss.

But it was denied. Alex swiftly turns his head, and your lips plant a full kiss on his cheek. He smirked, and you could see the intensity of his gaze mingle with the boyish playfulness of his personality. This wasn’t any ordinary Alex. No, this was bratty, submissive and downright infuriating Alex.

If you wanted to top him, he would not make it easy for you. You put your big girl boots on, opting for a different avenue to get what you desperately wanted. Alex goes about his day like usual. You pay him no mind. You merely watch him, observe him like a zoo animal. He’d dodge a kiss here, pretend he wasn’t listening there.

He was pretty good at being a brat. It just wasn’t enough to get you to back down. You crowd him after dinner, taking steady, measured steps up to his seated form. He keeps his eyes on the TV as if he sees through you. You cock a hip and lean down to get face to face.

Alex’s breath quickens. You can feel the soft puffs on your face as you force him to meet your gaze. He holds it for a moment, and before he can swiftly turn away, your hand darts out to grip his fleshy cheeks between your fingers. You caught him.

“You haven’t been playing nice,” you murmur and shake your head as Alex tries to open his mouth, prevented by the way the pads of your fingers dig into the groove under his jawbone. You pin him in place.

“No,” you drawl. “Don’t try to speak. Just look at me. I’m already making you do it. You might as well comply.”

Alex’s cheeks lift into a smushed smile, and your lips form a flat line. Your hand tilts his head up farther, enough to see the redness float into the apples of his cheeks.

“Lemme go,” he mumbles, voice hollow and wet with spit.

“No.”

“Why not?”

You hold him for a moment longer before releasing him, your hand traveling to cup his throat. His breath hitches then, and you’re smirking at how your husband so easily enjoyed being put in his place.

“Because, I want you to go upstairs and lie flat on your back. I want you pliant, open, spread just for me. I want to devour you.”

Alex dashes up the stairs, an excited yet breathless laugh escaping him. You wait till you hear nothing before making your way upstairs. Photos of your wedding, the two of you together, and the life you had built together pass by your form.

He’s spread out in his boxers for you. A teasing smile lingers on Alex’s face as he rests on one arm.

“Hey, pretty,” he quips your usual nickname as you climb over him and settle your clothed self on top of his form. “You look good, baby.”

“I always look good,” you tease and hold a finger to his lips. “But I’m not your baby tonight.”

“Oh? What happened to my good girl?”

Your hips roll against his half-chub, a hiss escaping him as you drag your clothed pussy over the length of his cock, teasing him slowly with every circle of your hips. It’s already hot in the room, your lips parting to puff soft breaths as you worked your hips over Alex’s dick. Alex’s thighs tense with need, and you can see how he struggles from pinning you to the bed and absolutely ravishing you. 

His fingers flex, and you’re sweeping his wrists into the grip of your palm and pinning them over his head. Your man playfully gasps, and your lips quirked into a smirk. 

“I’m not your good girl. Tonight, I want you to surrender to me. I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow,” and you drag out your words to punctuate them with a grind of your hips. “I’m telling you, Alex, you’re gonna be begging me to cum.”

“We’ll see about that. For now, why don’t you just show me, hmm?”

Your lips meet in a fiery, hot kiss. It’s sloppy and wet with how your tongues glide together, lips sucking at the pink muscle while Alex squirms beneath you. Your fingers press his wrists further into the plush of the mattress, and Alex groans for a moment of breath.

“So unfair, I wanna touch you,” he whines softly.

“Be patient,” you utter against his lips, grinding your pussy against his hips. You were already soaking through your panties, but you kept your clothes on. “I’ll let you touch me if you’re good.”

Alex makes no real move to push you off, though you know he can. Instead, he lets you in him. Lets you kiss his lips till they’re pink, swollen, and bitten. He looks up at you with lowered lids, chest heaving as your manicured nails rake across his skin. He looked downright delicious. 

You’re gentle in the way you plant kisses from his sternum down to the waistband of his boxers. You let go of his wrists, and he quickly tucks his arms behind his head to prop himself up and watch you. Your lips are plush, soft and warm as they drag over his clothed cock. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as you palmed him over his boxers, a low moan escaping him as he shifted.

He was already so hard, so wanting for you. Your fingers scrape against the sensitive skin of his tummy as you peel his boxers off, his dick leaking and flushed against his navel. You’re still fully dressed, and you can see your man eyeing you with annoyance.

“I wanna see you,” he says after a beat of silence. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

Alex’s face contorts, and while you know he’s not entirely against calling you mommy, he was certainly not used to it. It comes out quiet, meek. His eyes are shy as he glances away at the pictures on your nightstand before returning to your form. You smirk and lean so close that your noses touch.

“Say it, and I’ll take all my clothes off.”

“Please, Mommy?”

“Of course, you’re so good for me.”

An exquisite look of pleasure crosses Alex’s face when you compliment him. He leans into your palm that smooths his hair out, his eyes wide as you slowly lift and pull your shirt off. Your husband has seen you a million times like this but never got that awestruck teenage boy look off his face.

Your breasts grow exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air. You sit atop him, hands roaming over your torso as you give him a show. You huff and whine when your palms drag over your tits, and Alex’s eyes grow to saucers as he watches you. Pathetic little pleas are spoken by him, his eyes raking over your form as you pleasure yourself.

“Can you take the rest of it off? I wanna see you so bad,” Alex gives him, his voice betraying him as he begs for you.

“Oh, yeah? Want me to take all of it off?”

“Yes, I just fuckin’ said–”

You’re pinning him down again. Your eyes are dark, lashes fluttering against your flushed skin as you stare at him.

“You’ll take what I give you with no complaints. Do you hear me?”

Alex’s lip quivers, and he thrashes for a moment before relaxing. You sat on your knees above him, sweatpants still adorned, as Alex arched up to try to get some friction. You watch him squirm, humming lowly and leaning down to plant peck after peck on his sternum. 

Your lips trace his pecs, softly gliding over his right nipple. A squeak escapes him, and then a moan when you take his nipple into your mouth and suck. He always did this with you. Teased you till you couldn’t take it anymore, and well, you understood, given how satisfying it was to watch your husband pathetically whimper for your body. 

Sitting up, you untie your sweatpants and tug off your panties. Alex’s eyes rake over you with pure need, his wrists sitting pliantly and obediently above his head. The two of you look at each other before you’re sinking down and slotting your pussy over his cock.

“Oh fuck. You’re so wet, baby. Fuuuck, can you–ngh, y’know.”

“Not yet, honey,” you purr, dragging your soaked folds over the curve of his dick. “You feel so good, so warm against me. Oh god, fuck, wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please fuck me,” Alex’s voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease. Wanna feel your pussy, I wanna be inside you. Mommy, please?”

It’s so fucking tempting. You ground yourself faster, harder, growing near delirious as you felt his pre-cum mix with your slick, making the glide that much wetter. You’re on your forearms, hips working back and forth against Alex, his eyes rolling back and lips parting to expose the delicate expanse of his throat. Little moles dotted his skin, and a sharp moan floats past your lips.

“Fuck, I-I’m, fuck. Okay, oh god, okay.”

You’re caving and sitting up in an instant. His words just made you even hornier, and you needed to feel him now. Your hand grabs the base of his cock–a strangled wail coming from Alex–before you line him up with your pussy. He was twitching in your hand, gripping the headboard as you sank down.

“Holy shit, ngh, yes! Fuck me, please. Just move!”

“Hush, I’m moving–okay?”

It’s so hurried, and you’re immediately bouncing like a bunny in his lap. Alex can’t take it anymore, and his hands come to grab onto your hips eagerly, pulling you flush against his cock as he buries himself deep inside you. You let him, greedily bouncing up and down on his dick. He was so hard, throbbing inside you, and you couldn’t get enough of how he handled your hips and tugged you down with every bounce.

He’s so thick that his dick stretches you out with every long glide. You pant, eyes fluttering as your hands fist the sheets. Alex is privy to how you writhe and grind against his hips. Pathetic mewls are pushed from your lips, and you’re looking at him with wide eyes that beg for him.

Your thighs ache. The burn is so intense that you’re pausing above him with a trembling lip. Alex drinks you in, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscles of your legs before smirking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I-I can’t,” you breathe, and you try so hard to keep moving, to keep grinding, but your thighs give out on you, and you slam back down onto Alex. “‘M too tired, can’t keep up…”

“Oh, you can’t? Sounds like you need some help,” and he’s fucking crooning at you in that soft voice that makes you melt.

You’re nodding before you even know it, hips weakly rocking back and forth as Alex sits on his forearms. The two of you stare at each other, the wet squelch between your bodies the only thing audible as you hold your gazes.

“I want you to say it,” he rasps slowly.

“Just fuck me–it doesn’t matter! I-I’m still in charge, and I’m demanding you fuck me.”

“Yeah, you’re demanding like a little brat. What you really want is for me to take control. You’re such a needy little thing. You can’t lie to me.”

“That’s not true!”

“Is it not?” Alex’s hands pull you closer, the two of you still connected. He plants his feet on the bed, and you’re immediately lifted higher into the air as he starts to thrust into you. “Look at you. You know you want it. Aww, you’re so cute like this, honey.”

You’re hiccuping, your gaze downcast as your husband fucks up into you with his raw strength. You’re crying out, grappling for purchase anywhere you can find it: the sheets, Alex’s shoulders, his chest. He fills you up so well, and your eyes grow glassy as he hits that spot deep inside you. 

“Oh god, oh fuck me. Mmf! Alex, fuck, Alex–you’re fucking me so good!”

“Yeah, fuck. Ngh, I love your pussy, baby. You’re everything to me, just wanna make you feel good.”

Your hand comes to rub at your clit, puffy and sensitive, and your fingers tremble as you rub tight circles. It comes at you hot, fast, and fiery as your orgasm courses through you. Every muscle locks up, and you’re keeling over with a sharp cry as you cream on his dick.

“That’s it, there we go. That was all you needed; you just needed me to fuck you. God, can I keep going? Wanna cum so bad, wanna fill you up.”

“Fucking, yes–keep going!”

Everything’s so sensitive to the point it almost hurts, and your belly throbs with that mix of pain and pleasure. You shake above him, feeling Alex bounce your body above him before stilling and cumming hard. It’s so hot that you’re letting out a bleary whine as he fills you to the brim.

Your muscles shake above him, and your voice is weak and panting.

“I–That was not; I was supposed to top you,” you mumble, using every last ounce of your strength to lift yourself up and lay right against Alex’s chest. Your face is smushed into his smooth skin, and he wraps an arm around you immediately, pulling you closer by your waist.

“You did, for a little. You did so good, too,” Alex whispers in your ear, tongue flicking over the shell of it with a huff of a laugh. “You just can’t resist me, and I always know what you need.”

His hands trace random shapes across your ass, nails barely grazing over the sensitive flesh. You’re quiet, planting kiss after kiss along his chest and pecs. He hums lowly, not really saying anything–he doesn’t want to break the quiet. 

“I love having sex with you,” you admit, head tilting up to peer at him. “I just love you.”

“Well, I’d hope so. We are married, after all.”

He’s light. Teasing. Your face flushes, and you curse at the fact that he could still make you blush like a schoolgirl. Your fingers trace a circle around his nipple, and he jerks a bit.

“You know what I mean,” you implore softly.

This wasn’t just about sex, dominance and submission, or more. This was pure, unadulterated love. You wanted to pour your love for him through your eyes, your words, your existence.

“I know. I love you so much,” he whispers your name so quietly you almost miss it.

But you hear it. It’s full of tenderness and love. It’s said in the way you whisper to your lover in the dead of night, knowing they’re not listening but also that they’re still feeling that affection through whatever cosmic osmosis connects the two of you. It’s raw. Authentic. He means the world to you, and you mean the world to him. 

In this moment, it’s pure ecstasy.

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sneak peek—

husband!alex x reader

Alex’s cheeks lift into a smushed smile, and your lips form a flat line. Your hand tilts his head up farther, enough to see the redness float into the apples of his cheeks.

“Lemme go,” he mumbles, voice hollow and wet with spit.

“No.”

“Why not?”

You hold him for a moment longer before releasing him, your hand traveling to cup his throat. His breath hitches then, and you’re smirking at how your husband so easily enjoyed being put in his place.

posting june 4.

[quackmiffy]

tysm for your service 🩷😭 my quackity thirst has been quenched

hahaha you’re welcome!!! ❤️❤️