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I think I’m gonna start writing more fluff, i’m a little smutted out 😓

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kind of fucked up that I can’t be the blood running through ur veins

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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.

[fairytsuk1]

heyyy! I read LOTS of your post and got me wondering what it would be like for bakugou x reader have their first kiss? And like he's dropping his girl off from their date,( btw they have only been with each other for 4 months) hes walking her home and has watched ONE stupid romantic movie to see how kissing works for her secretly. he ends up messing up the first time and is like f-fuck! Right after he just AGRESSSIVELY kisses her and its a bit wet..... and then she trys and it's good but it turned out good in the end? OMG!

first kiss with katsuki<3

katsuki was nervous, to say the least. he really shouldn't be, as you were his girlfriend and have been for the past four months. it's just—every time he sees you, he can't help the absolute want in his bones to have to kiss you senseless. you were just so innocent, soft and warm.

he'd hold your hand, his own just the slightest bit sweaty as he averted his gaze when you looked at him. he could be so shy. but you'd be looking at him all sweet, all love, and he wants to just press forward and plant his lips right on yours.

but he doesn't. he doesn't know how, doesn't think it'd be right. the first thing he ends up doing is research.

SEARCH: how to kiss a girl

he backtracks, frowning as he looks down at his lap.

"damn, just fuckin' think!"

SEARCH: best movie kisses

there. that made more sense. he browses for a long while, and watches dozens of clips. he thinks he gets it, mulling to himself as his socked feet spin him around in his desk chair.

"tomorrow, i'll kiss her. fuck it, i'll really kiss her," which made it real as he spoke to himself. "nerves be damned."

the next day, you're walking back to the dorms after a late-night training. you're exhausted, your feet dragging as you trudged behind a spry katsuki. he seemed more upbeat than usual, something you'd noticed as he fought with midoriya during training.

"are you okay, katsuki?"

it still felt weird saying his name, even though he'd explicitly told you he'd liked hearing it from your lips. you were just so used to calling him bakugou. not too long ago, he was your classmate you admired from afar. now, he was yours.

"i'm fine. why?"

he stops, you're just a bit away from the dorms. nearly no one else is around—you had both taken your time getting ready post-practice.

"oh, nothing," you stop as well, and for some reason, your heart is pounding.

katsuki's hair was pushed back by a handband, showing a glimpse of cooling sweat on his forehead. his tank top emphasized his bulging muscles, and you swallow your nerves. was he going to...?

you're unprepared for it when it happens. he practically crashes into you, katsuki swooping down and planting his lips on yours. it's rough, and wet, and it would actually be quite nice if he had just warned you. he sprung this on you with no warning.

katsuki reluctantly pulls away, his breathing erratic as he grunts.

"you looked like you needed kissing," he says. "and, i'm the best person to do it."

you blink once, twice, before you're breaking out into a smile.

"is that from a movie or something?"

"wha—no! of course not, why would you say that!?"

"i was just wondering, it´s pretty cheesy..."

you have that cheeky smirk on your lips, and he knows you're teasing him. the blush rises to his cheeks anyways, katsuki's gaze flitting to the side as he grumbles, "it was dumb anyway."

"no, it's not," you whisper, hand coming up to cup his cheek. "can we try again?"

katsuki's voice is full of affection, soft in the dim moonlight as he takes your hips into his hands.

"alright," and he squeezes your hip bones.

you're pressing forward then, capturing his lips in a sweet, sugary kiss. he tasted like mint, fresh and clean. his tongue glides against your hesitantly, and you deepen the kiss with a soft moan.

"god, you're fuckin' amazing," he grunts, hands holding your cheeks as he leans over you to kiss you again. "can't get enough of ya'."

you stay kissing in the pale moonlight; hands roaming and lips parting to make way for soft breaths.

"just... don't stop kissing me," you utter.

"trust me, i fuckin' won't."

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I wanted to draw L being weird again

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baby daddy alex pt.5 pero now she’s pregnant 👻

baby daddy alex pt.4

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

pregnancy was no joke. you were no stranger to it, having had your daughter only a few years ago. itzel was the love of your life, and you knew you'd love her little brother or sister just as much.

somehow well, you knew how—alex had ended up back in your life. granted, he had to be because of itzel, but he had moved back in. he was ecstatic to hear of the arriving child, and elected to help you out in any way or fashion. thus, you slept in the same bed, kissed, cuddled. you reunited.

"so, am i going to have a brother or a sister?"

you were doing itzel's hair, and alex sat next to you. he held the gel, while you handled your daughter's hair. it was sweet, the way alex entertained her with stories and listened intently to her responses. how he always included you, glancing at you with those big brown eyes that held so much love for your family.

"well, we don't know yet," you say evenly, hand twisting a hairtie around a loop of hair. "but we'll find out soon, and then we can start decorating the nursery."

"i'm gonna build the crib, and if you're good, maybe you can help us paint the room," alex adds in, his face excited at the mere thought of preparing a room for your new baby.

"i'm not gonna make a mess!"

itzel answers preemptively, and you share a doubtful look with alex before tying off another section of hair. itzel was not a very clean child, and you and alex had shared many moments of shared grief over it.

"another hairtie please," you ask alex, who immediately grabs a handful to present to you. "and as far as messes go, when was the last time you cleaned your room?"

"ummm," itzel stalls, and alex can´t help his deep chuckle. "mamá, i just won't make a mess! i wanna help with the baby."

"you will, sweetheart."

once her hair is done, itzel scampers off to play and alex turns to you with a hand on your thigh. his look is loving, intimate, and your heart beats rabbit fast. you'd gone through so many stages with this man, heartbreak, elation. everything in between.

"i'm so excited for us, mi amor. i really love you, i want to experience our family with you. honestly, nothing i've ever done in my life compares to this. not even streaming," and he's grins wider, giggling at his own joke.

you're smiling too, your eyes stinging with tears because of goddamn hormones, but you're clutching his hand with both of yours and whispering.

"i really love you too. i'm so excited to share this life with you," and alex is leaning in and you're kissing after your words.

it's hot, it's sweet, and you're breathless by the time you pull apart. his hand comes to rub over your bump, feeling the curve of skin and warmth emanating from your body. his heart swells, bursting with love and affection as alex nuzzles your neck.

"you're my family," he whispers into the shell of your ear.

[fairytsuk1]

can you p l e a s e do an alex's nsfw alphabet? 🙇‍♀️

nsfw alphabet with alex<33

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s superrrr loving! he immediately slips from you, holding you close and panting kisses against your soft skin as you mewled and whined for him.

“you were so fucking good for me, i love you,” he murmurs into your ear before kissing the shell of it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on him is his back and shoulders, he loves how buff he looks and how you can hang off of him with ease. plus, he really gets off on how your nails can scratch up his shoulders, making him groan with delight.

he loves your ass, MAYBE he’s an ass man but he’d never admit it. loves how it sways when you walk and how it bounces against his hips as he fucked you on all fours. loves grabbing a handful and squeezing, “damn, mami, you’re so fucking sexy.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming on your chest, he definitely loved seeing his cum splatter against your hard nipples and paint your skin milky white. he pants, fist still stroking his softening cock as he takes it all in, “god—fuck, can i—can i take a picture? you look… fuck.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he really, REALLY wants you to give him a tit job, he thinks it’s really hot and wants to experience that level of intimacy with you. plus, imagine looking up at his soft face, jaw tipped open in pleasure as he huffs a breath, “yesyesyes, fuck, feels so good—mommy!” (maybe he has a bit of a mommy kink…)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not extremely experience, probably only had two to three partners before you, knows how to have sex but grows more confident in learning your body and what you like!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

definitely missionary or cowgirl, wants to see your face and stay close to you while inside you. likes missionary cuz he can kiss you while still digging in your guts, loves cowgirl because he can smack your ass, fondle your chest and basically reach all the spots he needs to make you cream.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he can be goofy! definitely laughs when he slips out of you, giggling out an, “oops, hold on.” i think in the beginning of your relationship he’s more serious because he wants to do it right, but he loosens up over time<33

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s all natural;)) probably trims occasionally to stay neat for you, but otherwise he doesn’t do anything about it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

the intimacy is off the charts, the way he caresses and kisses you—lips gliding across your skin with ease as you squirm from his fingers fucking into you.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers before sucking your cum off his fingers. “and you taste so good.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he jerks off to relieve stress, so quite often, but now that he’s with you, he doesn’t really need to jerk off. he just goes to you, seeking, wanting, pleading, “baby, i need you so bad—fuck, please? can i fuck you right here?”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely has a dom/sub kink, loves seeing you submissive underneath him. add to that a roleplay kink, oh, he’s TOPPING you so expertly it makes you see stars. he’s the type to really enjoy lawyer x secretary, teacher x student, anything that has a power dynamic

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom is first because he still feels a level of anxiety about being caught anywhere in public. i don’t think he’d like public sex BUT i think he’d love to fuck in his car at least once.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

something about your hands in his hair drives him wild, the way your manicured nails scratch against his scalp, the light tugs from the small knots embedded in his strands. just massaging him is enough to get him so start planting kisses on your exposed skin, his hips grinding against the couch as he groaned softly.

“fuck… c’mere, wanna feel you,” he whispers against your thigh, pulling you in for a messy kiss. “let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

would never want to share you with anyone else. it’d make him jealous and upset, only with someone he really REALLY trusted but even then i think he wouldn’t be down for it.

another is cumming on your face, he finds it a bit degrading and just can’t work himself up to that. he’s fine cumming in other places though

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

at first he prefers receiving because he’s shy and unsure of how to eat you out the way you like. as your relationship develops, he gets GOOD. sloppy, wet, nose brushing against your clit with his tongue lapping at your soaked hole.

“mmph,” he moans against your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. “how do you taste so good? fuck, i need more, baby.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can be both! when he’s really pent up, he just wants to fuck like an animal. pinning you down, hips digging in deep inside you, grunts and groans as your hips meet in loud ‘plap’ sounds.

“yeah, yeah. ohfuck, you feel so fucking good. your pussy is amazing, baby, you know that. don’t you? nghh, wanna cum inside so bad.”

he can be slow and sensual when he’s missed you, when he knows he hasn’t dedicated much time to worshipping your body and giving himself fully to you.

“you’re perfect, i-i mean, seriously. you’re stunning, and i love you,” as he slowly fucks into you before pulling out, leaving you whimpering. “this pussy loves me too, can feel it,” he whispers in your ear, hand grabbing onto your chest.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVESSS a good quickie. he gets horny and just needs you, so he’s down for a quick over the desk or on the counter.

“mmf,” he moans into your neck, hips working in and out of you. “i just… couldn’t wait, fuck. couldn’t.”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to try new things! i don’t think he’s too risky, his paranoia keeps him from doing anything that may expose him or threaten his career.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he’s gotten stronger;) his libido is HIGHH so he wants to go for atleast two rounds, alex pawing at your chest and whining in your neck

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he would “own” them for you, he wouldn’t have any toys prior to your relationship. i think he’s not necessarily against toys butttt he would prefer it to just be the two of you;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

if he’s in the right mood, oh, he will tease. especially when you’re being bratty or he’s extremely stressed. isn’t afraid to edge you with a casual expression, as if he isn’t making you sweat.

“what? i’m not doing anything, nothing at all! just… enjoying your body, it’s so,” and he flicks your nipple, lips quirking into a smirk. “sensitive.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

isn’t too loud, mainly grunts and rough moans—can really dirty talk you. has suchhh a perverted mind, he can turn you on just with his words.

“you want me? well, you gotta beg like a slut for it. you’ve done it before, heh, should i get you to do it again?”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

is into spanking!! he LOVES a good punishment if the time is right and the two of you are feeling each other. he has you on all fours, ass up and face in the pillow;)

“you’re so good for me,” and a harsh slap accompanies his words. “god, you’re so fucking sexy—i love when you’re like this.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s not huge, but he’s average and slightly thicker than average. maybe 5.5 inches? i’m a lesbian i’m not sure abt dicks sorryyy LOL

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

like i said, gym has made his libido sky high. wants to be on you all the time, especially if he can showcase his strength. he misses you all the time, and misses your pussy even more.

“baby,” he whispers in the dead of night. “i’m—fuck, can we… i need you. i wanna feel you, can we just cuddle and i can put it in? just wanna hold you.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t fall asleep too quickly, will actually stay up and pillow talk with you because he just wants to be close to you. prefers cuddling and then falling asleep—he would NEVER fall asleep right after. he thinks that is so insulting lol

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glad you all enjoyed that vi fic she’s been plaguing my mind like I NEED HER

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can you please make a wlw fanfic about you and your gf maybe going for like a trip together and they end up fucking in different spots and places ^o^ and it’s super cute but HOTTTR and the gf can be masc or smth ykkkk

going on a trip with vi<33

you couldn’t help but admire her, you were sitting as her passenger princess and she had her hand on your thigh—she just looked so good.

her hair fell in floppy pink strands around her face, the tattoo on her skin winking as her eyes crinkled in a smile.

“i think it’s good to get away,” and she glances at you with a squeeze to the meat of your thigh. “don’t’cha think?”

“yeah,” you turn to her eagerly, the car flying past others as she focused on the road. you could watch her muscled arm grip the steering wheel all day, flexing and rotating as she swerved and changed lanes.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

she squeezes your thigh, and you know you could never lie to her. your voice is syrupy when you speak, tinged with mirth and arousal as you eye your girlfriend.

“nothing, just you.”

“fuckkk, you taste so good,” vi rasps, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh that’s swung over her shoulder. her hand desperately pushes up against your stomach, forcing your further against the wall and closer to her wet, hot mouth.

you’re pushed up against the walls of the cabin—rented out because you knew that the two of you would need as much space as you could get to sprawl out and devour each other on a multitude of surfaces.

vi’s mouth drags up your cunt, tongue flicking out to suck your sweet clit into her mouth. she moans, eyes rolling and fluttering as she laps at your pussy—utterly intoxicated on how you grind down against her face. she can’t even speak, can’t even breathe, she’s far too focused on the way you fuck yourself back onto her tongue.

she swallows your cum just like that. lapping and licking till you’re creaming on her fingers and crying out a sharp, “vi!!”

but she didn’t stop there.

“yes, yes, fuck me—please,” you rasp, gasping for air as vi rolled her hips against yours, strap heavy between her legs as she dragged it in deep before pulling out slow, letting you feel every inch as she slowly worked the strap into your pussy.

“i know, ohhh, i know. you feel so good, princess, your cunt is soooo beautiful, baby.”

vi rambles, eyes laser focused on the dimples of your back as she ground her hips against your ass. your girlfriend fucks you with passion, with love, leaving nothing to spare as she interlaced your fingers and thrusts hard.

a sharp cry escaped you as you babble into the sheets, echoes of ‘more’ and ‘please’ fill the air as your words mix with vi’s desperate pants. she’s absolutely drunk on your cunt, downright whimpering as she watches your gummy walls take her.

“ohmygo—vi! i’m so close, fuckfuckfuck! ‘m so close!”

a hand smacks at your ass before working its way around your hip to rub at your clit, vi keeps fucking you through your orgasm as it tears through your body like a hurricane.

she croons into your ear as you come down in her arms, a hand sweeping over your bicep before squeezing and sliding back to your hip.

“how was that?”

“so, so fucking good…”

“yeah, you looked like you were having a good time,” she chuckles in your ear. “you ready for our hike tomorrow?”

based off your jelly legs, you shake your head no much to your girlfriend’s enjoyment.

“i guess i’ll just carry you around then, huh?”

and the sweetest part is that you know she means it.

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sorry for my inactivity! it’s finals week and i’ve been on that grind. also had some personal stuff come up that kept me from writing for a little. love u all lots and thanks for sticking with me <33

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Can you write about Alex with a petite gf? Btw I love your writing it's so scrumptious

alex with petite!gf headcanonss

alex who LOVESSS to feel you under his hands, having them roam and touch your soft skin drives him wild. he loves pulling you close by your hips and grinning down at you with a simple, “hey.”

alex who can’t help but stare when you’re waltzing around in underwear and a tank-top, who has to commit you to memory because you look ethereal as you traipse around his apartment like a freckled fawn.

alex who is deeply in love with the obvious height difference, who giggles and gives you piggy back rides because he’s full of adoration and pride to have you as his girlfriend.

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Rereading my own fics like damn that shit was good

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hi u said u would write for the other characters a while ago? can u write for some of the characters like beni or c!quackity 💞 im dyingggg i love ur work!!!!! k tenga un buen diaa~

secretly fucking benito<33

sure, you were scared. this seemingly unobtrusive, seemingly safe survey group was anything but. you’d been trapped, misled, misguided and left alone at nearly every turn.

you were friendly with most of the others; feeling protected by luis and rejoicing in laughter with jeffrey.

but it was benito that you were really interested in. he was smart, determined, didn’t take shit from anyone else. it was admittedly attractive, and you found yourself glancing repeatedly at the swishing white lab coat he donned.

you’re sitting at a desk, perusing some files and desperately trying to make sense of them. there’s a breeze, and you feel the intense warmth of another body as benito leans over you. his hand splays on the desk, and you have to swallow down your nerves as you mumble a greeting.

“hey,” he nods, glasses tipping to show wispy lashes and chocolate brown eyes. “found anything, yet?”

“no, just some old files and stuff…”

“hm.”

his hand makes its way to your shoulder, grabbing it in a tender grip that made your head spin. he was so close to you, your back practically to his chest. you manage to stutter out how you thought he’d make better sense of the papers.

“since you’re a doctor and all,” you add, feeling his warm hand smooth down the curve of your shoulder to trace your bicep with a lone finger. “m-maybe we should get back to the others…”

“we don’t have to do that,” he says gruffly, fingers lightly squeezing the meat on your arm before he brings both hands to massage your shoulders. he’s right behind you now, and your back is arching like a preening cat as benito whispered.

“let’s take some time for ourselves. we might as well if we’re gonna die here, right?”

benito groaned into your neck, hoisting you up further into his arms as he plunged into your warm walls over and over again. you both had to be quiet, couldn’t let everyone be privy to your romantic entanglements as benito fucked the shit out of you.

you sob out, arms weak as you clung to him like a koala, “ohmygod, benito—fuck. feels good, feels so good! i-i—“

“shh,” he grunts, glasses set aside so you could see his fluttering eyelids and parted lips. “just fuckin’, mmf, just let me fuck you. sit here and take it, yeahh, that’s it.”

your teeth sink into your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as benito rocked against you. he was so thick, stretching you out and bullying his cock into you till you were looking at him with teary eyes and a wobbly lip.

“b-benito, ah, fuck—“

a hand clasps over your mouth. benito’s dark eyes stare at you as he pants, hips slowing as he drags every punishing thrust down to a snail’s pace.

“what did i say? we have to be quiet,” he thrusts hard and lazily smirks at how your body writhes from the impact of his hips. “what, are you too dumb to remember? have i fucked you that good?”

your eyes water as you nod dumbly, arching your bare chest against his clothed one with a needy whimper.

“i-i need—to cum. pleasepleaseplease, i need to!!”

“yeah, yeah, i’ll make you cum. fuuuuck, maybe i’ll even make you squirt. how’s that? ‘s that what you want?”

you’re practically sobbing into his neck as benito lifts you from the desk, using his arms to slam you up and down his dick. you’re like a doll, jostled and lifted like you weigh nothing; all so you can take his cock like, “the pretty girl you are.”

you cum hard, legs clinging and squeezing the life out of benito’s hips as your walls gush around his throbbing dick. benito doesn’t whisper sweet nothings, doesn’t give you the aftercare you wanted, no, needed.

instead he pushes you to the ground, and jerks himself hard and fast above you. your dry lips are licked and a wandering hand floats up benito’s thigh as he grunts. his hips fuck into his fist, and you can see him start to lose his composure in the way his voice cracks and shoulders slump.

“ah fuck, let me see your tongue,” he rasps out, the loud “thwip” of his hand echoing in the quiet room.

you do as told, sticking out your tongue as the first few spurts of cum hit it. benito gasps, a strangled push for air as he cums all over your tongue.

you swallow, and there’s a twinkle in benito’s eyes as he hauls you up and presses you against him in a desperate kiss. he pours everything into it: his fear, his need, his ache. and then he’s pulling away and adjusting his clothes like nothing happened.

“we should get back to the others,” he mumbles, zipping up his pants and adjusting his beanie.

you hadn’t realized it before, but in the dim lighting you could see the faint traces of a scar before it’s covered up by his hat. you flush, adjusting your clothes the best you can.

you’re about to walk out when benito stops you. he licks at his thumb, and your eyes are hazy as he wipes the corner of your mouth. benito grins, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“sorry, you had a little something,” he croons.

and then he’s pulling away as if he’d never gotten close in the first place.

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