#alex x reader

[sashiavi]

Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

Warnings : Smut | 18+ | Hybrid Characters | Scenting | implication of ruts and heats | jealousy | thoughts about lactation & pregnancy | Sam Sebastian Alex Sh*ne | not beta read >v>

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

[peachy-skies-writings]

Stardew Valley - Sharing a Bed with the Bachelors - Headcanons (SFW)

Pairing: SDV!Bachelors x GN!Reader

A/N: this is the first time I've done a headcanon so let me know what you think?

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💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

Falls asleep so quickly my gOD IT'S FRUSTRATING. Maybe it's all the working out he does but as soon as his head is on that pillow, he's gone.

Alex snores. Loud. He's not as bad now you've got him those nose strips though.

This man runs laps in his sleep. So much for a relaxing sleep and trying to recover from the days exercise. Gains are gains.

Big spoon. Will cuddle (and is actually still if he cuddles so that's a plus for you).

Alex wakes up early - his training means he gets up around the same time as you do on the farm. Definitely will wake you up in other ways if you catch my drift.

🧡📖 Elliot 📖🧡

Elliot doesn't fall asleep straight away, he'd sit up in bed for a while reading a chapter of a book or doing some journaling.

It's not really snoring, more like breathing heavier than he does during the day. It's not noticeable really unless he has his nose against your ear.

Occasionally turns over in his sleep but mostly stays in the same position and is laid on his back, he's got to make sure his hair doesn't frizz (he also has a silk pillow, you're welcome)

He'll let you cuddle into him but as he's laid on his back, he's not really a spoon - more like a spatula. You can put your head on his chest though and snuggle in and he'll wrap one arm around you.

Gets up later than you but wakes up around the same time. He'll give you a good morning kiss and let you get on with your work.

🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍

He's quiet and tends to fall asleep quite quickly unless he's had a stressful day or he's worried about a patient.

Harvey doesn't snore much, only if he's had wine. He has the decency to turn away from you and be the little spoon if he's had a glass or two though.

He stays pretty still in his sleep but doesn't that weird jerk thing occasionally as he's falling asleep. Y'know the one?

Other than after the wine, he'll be the big spoon - he likes to protect you as much as he can. He's also definitely not correcting your posture as you sleep - what are you talking about?

He gets up earlier than you on a weekend so that he can bring you breakfast in bed, telling you that it's healthy to stay in bed longer sometimes.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

Just yaps until he gets too tired and falls asleep. Talks about nonsense with you until his eyes start getting tired and he begins having his sentences interrupted with yawns. Then it's lights out.

Sam doesn't really snore, more like talks in his sleep. Just nonsense though. Although occasionally he comes out with something funny that you tell him about in the morning.

Tosses and turns, you'd think he was awake with all the sleep talking and moving. He's not violent in the way he moves though, he's quite fluid so it barely disturbs you.

Sometimes you wake up and Sam is basically laid on top of you cuddling you. He just loves feeling close to you and sleepy Sam just loves to snuggle.

Sam is already cuddling you when he wakes up so he just snuggles in further - trying to get as close as he can (and probably trying to get a few more minutes of sleep). Will grumble when your alarm goes off.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Sebastian doesn't go to bed until he's actually tired so usually it's lights out as soon as his head hits the pillow. If he's had a bad day though, he's wide awake reliving everything he's ever done wrong (A/N: same lol) and you'd have to comfort him to get him to drift off.

He doesn't really snore, only if he's laid on his back (and even then it's only gentle). He knows though, so he tries to sleep on his side so that he doesn't disturb your sleep.

If you didn't see him breathing, you'd think he was dead. That's how little Sebastian moves.

At first he's a bit apprehensive about cuddling you, worried that he'll get too warm (boy is a furnace) but he starts to really enjoy it, especially when he's having those bad days - they really help him relax. He doesn't mind if he's big or little spoon, he just enjoys being close to you.

Wakes up pretty sleepy still and will move over to your side of the bed for comfort and warmth when you get up to begin farm work. He'll go back to sleep for a little but will wake up and make you a cup of coffee for when you're out of the shower.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

He plays on his phone for about an hour before he falls asleep - either on social media (doomscrolling) or on whatever the SDV universe's version of tiktok is.

Depending on how much beer he's had or if he's now sober, his snore will be louder than Grand Central Station if he's been drinking. If he's not been, it's still there but it's manageable for you to sleep.

Barely moves in his sleep. He's used to animals in the house so has trained himself not to roll over onto them. He used to not-so-secretly let Charlie (his chicken) sleep on his bed.

He's either big spoon or you're laid with your head on his chest. The only time he's little spoon is if he's poorly and needs some extra lovin'.

Shane wakes up with you in his arms and he's just so damn happy. He's a bit groggy from sleep but he holds you just a little tighter.

[toxic3mmy]

trying something new, hear me out!!

so you guys know how ppl post smutty twitter vids as imagines of characters or people? well, thats what im aiming for here except it’s links to VA audios that sound similar to alex teehee.

note that these are different VA artists, but lmk which ones sound like him to yall i am super curious!!

alex soundgasm!links

enjoy <3

EonAudios:

whiny, begging, subby alex

waking up next to alex

friends to lovers (a bit of spanish)

be daddy’s princess

gone for too long

alex misses you

alex instructing you

sweet aftercare

Others:

rambling edging alex (deleted): i loved his audios)

desperate loud alex

possessive and obsessed

pent up voice message

mommy kink alex

alex encouraging you to touch yourself

riding alex’s face

alex takes you home (warning!!! CNC)

super talkative alex finally fucks you

[cas-kingdom]

”please pick up the fucking phone” for greys? <3

"Your language is vulgar, you know that?" Alex's voice came through your phone as you eagerly answered his incoming call, sounding... well, like Alex. Not that that surprised you. But you hadn't heard his voice since he'd up and disappeared two months ago. And it was only upon hearing it now that it suddenly hit you that he'd actually picked up.

A little stunned, you stared at your phone, your brain unable to form an answer. You heard a bit of rustling and then Alex spoke again, and your chest deflated with a deep-rooted breath of relief.

"Let me--hold on. I need to find a room."

You were silent again as you registered the sound of childish giggles in the background. There was more rustling, some muffled words, then a door shut and it was quiet.

"Alright," he said, "go on, then. Have at me."

"What?"

"Get mad. Call me names. Insult me. Go on, it's okay."

It wasn't that the thought hadn't crossed your mind. At one point, it had been all that crossed your mind. You wanted to get mad. You wanted to call him names. To insult him. To slap him and shout at him at him and ask him why the fuck didn't you say goodbye?

But the moment you heard his voice, everything vanished. Sat on the couch in the empty house, where he'd sat with you countless times while you watched movies or played board games or hit each other with pillows until Meredith came down and told you to shut up before you woke the kids, it disappeared like smoke.

You'd had your dad once. And you'd had Mark. After losing them, you'd had Alex.

You had Alex.

You hoped you had Alex.

"Hi," you said simply, feeling smaller with him than you ever had.

Alex was quiet for a second, obviously not expecting that. His voice went quiet then. Calm. Like the Alex you knew. "Hi, kid," he said.

"I'm not calling 'cause I'm mad. I'm calling 'cause I miss you."

"I miss you too."

You weren't going to ask why he'd left then, if he missed you that much, if he missed everyone that much, because you didn't think it would be something you would understand for a while. But this call wasn't because you wanted to understand it. This call was because you wanted to hear him. To remind you that he wasn't dead like Derek and Mark, he was alive. Just... somewhere else.

And he knew that. Because he knew you.

"Hey, you wanna switch to facetime? Lemme see your face."

Yeah. He knew you.

Grey’s Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[animekpopsimp]

Stardew Valley Characters When Someone Flirts With You

Shane

When Shane sees someone else flirting with you, all of his insecurities resurface. He tries not to let them get to it, but he just can't help it. Of course he trusts that you won't cheat on him, but he can't help but worry that you'll realize the other person is better than he is and leave him. He only feels better when you walk away from the person and pull him away from the situation. It takes some reassurance from you before he is reassured that you won't leave him. He really is lucky to have you.

Harvey

Harvey can't help but get upset when someone starts to flirt with you, especially with him right there. He isn't mad at you of course, but the other person, they don't even acknowledge the fact that the two of you are together. He finally speaks up and starts telling you that you need to go, he's a bit more clingy as he does.

Sam

Sam doesn't get too jealous when someone tries to flirt with you. He knows you won't leave him, so he simply waits for you to tell the person that you're already in a relationship. He loves seeing the look on the person's face when you do.

Alex

Like Sam, Alex doesn't get upset when she sees someone trying to flirt with you. He simply walks up and agrees with everything the person says, making it obvious that the two of you are in a relationship. When the two of you walk away, he has a smirk on his face.

Sebastian

All Sebastian does when he notices the other person flirting with you is stay quiet. He doesn't feel the need to interfere since he trusts you. He simply waits for you to finish the conversation, which doesn't take long, he then just walks away.

Elliot

Elliot doesn't like when he sees someone else flirting with you. However, he doesn't show his jealousy. All he does is walk up to you and pull you away from the situation, he does become a bit more clingy.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“That cute guy is kissing me!”

Synopsis: The reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title. Alex, Eden, and Bailey are the focus for this post, all being gender neutral.

Contains: gn!reader, alcohol, medical sedation, noncon drugging, noncon reference

Words: 1,053

Alex:

The two of you had broken out the liquor that night, dancing and overall goofing off. It hadn’t taken long before you were wasted, barely able to hold yourself up. With a faster metabolism, Alex was only moderately drunk. Helping you to the couch, they laid you sideways just in case you couldn’t hold your dinner.

They left shortly to fetch an empty bucket and some water. Handing you the water, you sipped absentmindedly. Watching you struggle with coordination, spilling water all down your shirt, they found the sight adorable and leaned in to peck your lips.

You tilted your head so their lips only grazed your chin. “Oh… You’re really cute, but I’m not available.”

Flattered but tinged with worry, they encouraged you to explain further. “Taken?”

“Mhm! I have a partner. They’re so cute and strong—oh, and they smell really, really nice. I’m so happy we’re together.” You gushed about this mystery partner. Alex’s mood fell, stung by your words.

“Is that right...?” They mumbled rhetorically.

“Yeah. Can I tell you something?” You pause to glance around as if someone else could be listening, not waiting for their response to continue. “I stole their body wash so I could still smell them even when we’re apart.”

That was you? Wait, then that means you were talking about them. Breathing a sigh of relief, they’re reassured knowing you rejected their advances only because you thought they were an admittedly cute stranger.

“My lips are sealed.” Settling beside you, they begin to quiz you. “Why don’t you tell me about this handsome, strong, and good-smelling partner of yours?”

They couldn’t wait to tease you once you sobered up.

Eden:

The procedure had gone well; simple but necessary. Eden’s hatred of hospitals was a well-known fact, but what they hated more than that was the thought of you being in a hospital alone and too doped up to protect yourself. So, here they were, waiting by your bedside for you to wake up. They cradled your hand in their own, rubbing their hand across your knuckles.

Blearily, your eyelashes fluttered open, unfocused. They smirked ever so slightly, noticing a similarity to how you looked out right now and how you looked blissed out on their dick/strap-on.

You swiveled your head around aimlessly before your eyes connected with their own. Your mouth fell open, eyes filling with an emotion they couldn’t determine.

“Whoa… Who’s the cutie?” You looked to a nurse for answers.

Eden felt their cheeks warm, unable to stop the small smile from forming on their lips. Chuckling, they leaned in and captured your lips with their own. You really were too adorable to resist.

You stared at them in a daze, blinking cutely with those wide eyes of yours. Words seeming to have finally found you, you blurted out, “Th-the cutie kissed me!”

From behind, they heard the nurses chuckling. Suddenly aware you weren’t alone, they bowed their head to hide their reddening face. This only prompted more light-hearted laughter.

You still thought they were cute even though you didn’t recognize them? Well, they wondered how you might react once they told you they were your spouse.

Bailey:

They had been about to retire for the night when they received a call to come pick up their ward. Apparently, the drugs some guests slipped into your drink were too strong for you to handle, and they didn’t fancy fucking an unconscious orphan.

They arrived not long later, visibly disgruntled as they pushed through the throng of bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat as laughter echoed around the excessively lavish mansion.

When Bailey finally arrived at the room you had been cooped up in, they found you sprawled naked across the bed, looking pale and disoriented. Your skin had turned a sickly hue, making the bruises and ejaculate littering your body all that much more apparent. This wasn’t exactly the scene they had envisioned when those rich freaks approached them to purchase you for the evening.

“Who knew it would get this messy?” they muttered, peering down at your pitiful form. With a grimace, they took off their jacket to wrap you with. You jerked at the sudden contact, peering up at them with tired eyes.

“Who are you?” You mumbled, squinting beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Whatever they gave you must’ve really fucked you if you couldn’t even recognize your tormentor.

“Quit squirming. I’m taking you home,” they snapped as they scooped you into their arms and trudged out of the room. People stared as you passed, some trying to catch a feel but ultimately shrinking back under Bailey’s glare.

“For someone so cute, you’re not very nice.” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open as you nestled into their chest.

Bailey blinked, taken aback by your unexpected compliment and sudden surge of affection.

“Shut up,” they grumbled before kicking the front door open; the night air nipped at their now exposed arms.

They barked at a straggling partygoer to open the passenger side car door. As they settled you into the passenger seat of their pristine car, you took advantage of the moment. Without warning, you grabbed the front of their shirt, pulling them in close. Stunned, they felt a rush of warmth flood their cheeks as you stole a fleeting kiss.

They pulled back with a growl, the warmth of your lips sending shockwaves through their body.

“Sorry, just couldn’t help myself,” you giggled with a lopsided grin. “Your lips just looked so kissable.”

Slamming the car door shut, they stomped to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet, marked only by the soft hum of the engine and the muffled sound of your breathing beside them. You leaned against the door, your eyelids drooping as exhaustion overtook you. Fucking great, not only was their jacket stained with cum, you were drooling all down the side of their door interior.

Bailey gripped the wheel tightly, desperately trying to shake the thoughts that clouded their mind. Your lips—how soft they had felt against theirs. They shifted in their seat, recalling the brief moment of contact, fighting against the heat creeping up their neck. “What the hell was that?” they muttered to themself, resolutely avoiding looking at you for the rest of the drive.

[gingerteafairy]

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Love potions work and don't require magic. You just a charming bartender with a sugary smooth talk. tags n warnings: smut/mdni, bartender!alex x fem!reader, temperature play, licking, little dry humping as usual, drink kink, drunk sex. word count: 4.3k masterlist

@ikkyfics that video inspired the hell out of me, thank you for being my friend, this is for you. a little nasty, but it's a gift

It was your first time in a pub. Since your teenage years, you’d fantasized about it, maybe influenced by the romantic movies you watched. The space was small but cozy, with an almost secret charm, as if you had just discovered a cave filled with new sensations. The woody scent of the furniture blended with the perfume of alcohol and cologne, creating an inviting atmosphere.

You walked in, adjusting your outfit—perhaps a little too sophisticated for the occasion. You made your way to the bar, the sound of your heels softly echoing against the floor. The place wasn’t crowded, and you sighed in relief when you found an empty seat. You sat down, crossing your legs, the fabric of your clothes gliding over your skin.

Your gaze wandered around the bar, landing on one of the bartenders. He shook a cocktail shaker with skill, and the emerald liquid poured smoothly into the customer’s glass. It looked delicious; you found yourself making plans to try it later. The girl grabbed her drink and moved to a corner, leaving room for the curly-haired bartender to approach.

“Good evening,” he greeted you, his voice full of natural charisma. A charming smile played on his lips as he threw a towel over his shoulder. “What can I get for you tonight?”

“Good evening…” you replied, hesitating. The drinks you’d researched online vanished from your mind like locked characters in a game. You bit your lip before admitting, “Well… it’s my first time in a pub. I don’t know what to order.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “Lucky for you, it’s not crowded tonight.” With a corner smile, he quickly crouched down to grab something under the counter. “Here, this is the menu. If you want, I can make a few for you.”

“Would you do that?” you asked, your voice clearly full of expectation.

He shrugged, his response casual. “It’s fun. Look.”

Before you could answer, he was already in motion. You watched as he grabbed bottles and utensils, his movements precise and agile. There was something fascinating about the way he worked—like an alchemist mixing unknown potions, each ingredient transforming right before your eyes. The vibrant colors, the shine of the alcohol under the bar lights… it was almost hypnotic.

When he finished, he lined up six glasses in front of you, each with a unique color and composition.

“Mojito. Margarita. Negroni. Martini. Piña Colada. Cosmopolitan,” he pointed to each one, and at the end, he touched his own chest with a smile. “Alex.”

You laughed, surprised by the confidence with which he included himself on the “menu.”

“Are you on the menu?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by the boldness and precision of his flirting.

“Does it bother you?” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he dried his hands on the towel over his shoulder.

“No… just surprised.” You ran a hand through your hair in an automatic gesture, twirling a strand between your fingers.

“Years of practice in front of the mirror,” he joked, drawing an easy smile from you. There was something magnetic about him—an effortless charm that made everything around feel lighter.

“I recommend starting with the Piña Colada. It’s smooth, sweet, tropical.”

You stared at the decorated glass, the creamy tones looking inviting.

“Sounds interesting.”

“If you want something more refreshing, the Mojito is a good choice. Balanced, not too strong. Doesn’t hit you right away.” He chuckled, sliding two glasses toward you.

You made your choice and took a sip, your eyes widening at the burst of flavor. A satisfied sound escaped involuntarily from your throat, and Alex smiled with evident amusement. You wanted to drink it all at once, but he snapped his fingers in the air.

“Slow down, sweetheart. You don’t want to get a hangover on your first adventure.”

You laughed, setting the glass on the table, your tongue running over your lips to catch a remnant of the drink.

“Sorry, it’s just so good.” You grabbed a napkin to wipe the corner of your mouth, his gaze following your movements.

“Second round.” He leaned slightly forward, like a host about to reveal a prize. “Something stronger and more sophisticated. Margarita and Cosmopolitan. The best of tequila and vodka, with a fruity touch.”

“You make it sound so good,” you smiled, reaching for the next glass, ready for the next experience.

“It’s because I love Cosmopolitan. I know, it’s cliché. Sex and the City. But I put a double shot of vodka in mine.” He joked defensively, watching you sip the chosen liquid more gently this time, paying attention to every note.

“It’s strong,” you commented, lowering the glass and setting it on the table, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your chest.

Alex raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You haven’t seen strong yet.” He picked up two glasses with darker colors and placed them in front of you. “Espresso Martini and Negroni. Dry, strong, citrusy.”

“Wow, you convinced me.” You laughed, impressed by his ability to make even a drink choice feel irresistible. Grabbing one of the glasses, you brought it to your lips more cautiously this time, allowing the liquid to burn slightly down your throat before swallowing.

"Yes. Just a second." He moved away casually, going to attend to a new customer—the woman who had just arrived at the bar.

You should just stick to your drink, but for some reason, it bothered you. There was no reason to feel a little pang in your chest, but you felt it anyway. A subtle bitterness, like an echo of that drink. Dry, strong, citrusy.

You shook your head, pushing away foolish thoughts. He was just doing his job. Deluded. Yes, definitely.

When Alex returned, his eyes scanned the glasses and landed on you, noticing that the level of your drink had dropped considerably.

"Someone really liked this drink," he joked, crossing his arms, the work towel still hanging on his shoulder.

You shrugged, feeling the warmth of the alcohol beginning to blur the line between rationality and impulse.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, watching you with a mix of amusement and caution.

"A little dizzy," you admitted, resting your elbow on the table to hide the slight instability.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a half-smile. "Too bad... I was hoping to have some fun with you."

The words escaped before you could filter them. "You still can."

Maybe it was the alcohol loosening your tongue, or maybe it was just the Alex effect on you.

He chuckled softly but shook his head. "I don’t like taking advantage of others." The smile he gave was polite, genuine. He grabbed your empty glasses and turned, walking to the back of the bar.

He was ethical, too. Men like Alex had been extinct, you were sure of it. But then, just before disappearing completely, he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"You know, you seem like a really cool person," he said, spinning the glass in his hands, thoughtful. "I have a solution for this."

"What?" You leaned slightly over the counter, intrigued.

"I’ll get like you," he said, grabbing an empty glass and mixing some drinks without even consulting a recipe. He brought it to his lips and downed it all at once. "My shift ends soon. By then, I should be starting to get a little tipsy."

You widened your eyes, letting out a surprised laugh. "Oh my God. You really are amazing."

Excited, you reached out to grab another drink, but he was quicker and moved the glasses out of your reach.

"That’s enough juice," he joked, swapping the drink for a pitcher of water and pouring you a glass. "Drink this. It’ll help."

"Fiiine…" you grumbled playfully before bringing the glass to your lips.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the magnetic effect of Alex, but you spent a long time smiling like a fool. You tried to hide it, covering part of your face with your hand whenever your gazes met. But it was useless. He noticed.

Every now and then, he’d take another small sip, just enough to keep him present at work, but noticeable enough that his energy started to shift. He laughed more, cracked more jokes. He became even more charming—if that was even possible.

When his shift finally ended, you felt a little more sober. He, on the other hand, was starting to look visibly cheerful, his posture relaxed and his smile more effortless.

"How’s it going?" He asked, circling the bar to meet you face-to-face.

You looked up, realizing just how tall he was.

And, up close, even more handsome.

"Wow, you’re gorgeous," Alex murmured, leaning in closer, his eyes scanning your face as if he wanted to memorize every detail.

The proximity lasted only an instant before he pulled back, letting out a nervous laugh and running his hand through his curly hair. "Oh my God, sorry. What am I doing?"

You laughed, the effect of the alcohol and his presence making everything easier, lighter. You grabbed his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.

"No. Come closer again."

Alex paused for a moment, as if processing your words, then smiled, interlacing his fingers with yours. Slowly, he brought your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. His soft laugh filled the space between you, and he tilted his head slightly, fascinated by the way a lock of your hair slid to the side with the movement.

"Come with me," he said, pulling you by the hand.

Without hesitation, you followed him, crossing a side door that led to a narrow staircase lit by dim yellow lights. He stumbled on the first few steps, laughing at his own slip, and you laughed too, holding his hand tightly until you reached the top.

Alex unlocked a door with a key, stepping inside first and glancing around before making space for you.

"Where are we?" you asked, surveying the cozy environment. It was small like the bar downstairs, but much more organized.

"My place," he smiled, spinning the key in the lock before tossing it into a bowl on a table.

"Above the bar?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Family business. I’m taking care of it while my parents are away." He stretched, his t-shirt riding up slightly, revealing a strip of pale skin and a provocative waist before he moved closer again. His hand found the small of your back, tracing a slow path to your waist.

"You’re full of surprises," you smiled, feeling a shiver where his fingers glided—firm, yet gentle.

He tilted his head, studying each expression of yours with that intense gaze. The flush on your cheeks gave away the warmth of the alcohol in your system, but there was something more there—something genuine.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked, his thumb giving a lazy massage to your waist.

"You did at the bar," you murmured, looking up and noticing how close your faces were. "But I still don’t know how to respond to that."

"Respond like this."

The whisper came before the touch. Alex closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours with the same softness as the Piña Colada you had tasted minutes earlier. But there was something more in his kiss—a mix of all the drinks in the world. A sweet, warm, slightly intoxicating touch.

And you wanted more.

The kiss slowly broke, neither of you wanting to leave that moment.

"Do you always kiss like that, or just when you’re drunk?" you joked, your face breaking into a smile that turned into a carefree laugh.

"I think getting drunk makes me a little desperate," he laughed, pressing another kiss against your lips. "I think I slobber a lot when I’m drunk. Is that bad for you?"

"You think you’re slobbering? Then I must be a fountain," you laughed, not hesitating to steal another kiss from him, using his arms as support to lean in.

“I like things a little wet.” He teased with a sideways smile and you knew exactly what he was talking about, judging by the hoarseness of his voice. “Have you ever had drunk sex?”

“No.” You said, feeling your heart race at Alex’s implicit suggestion. “Actually, I’ve never done what I’m doing now. Going up to the apartment of a bartender I just met.”

“Fuck.” He laughed, leaning his head against yours with more force than he planned, groaning in pain, smoothing his forehead. “My God, I must be really drunk. Sorry.”

“No plobrem. Pro. Prob. How do you say that word?” Your laughter became loud as you massaged your forehead. He took your hand away and kissed the spot, as an apology.

“I don’t invite a drunk to my apartment either.” He expressed, with an amused look through his brown eyes. “I enjoyed the experience with you. When I saw you I thought you were pretty, but in fact you’re ugly. No. Wait. It's the other way around. Beautiful. You. I thought you were beautiful. Holy shit. Forget everything I said now.”

Your bodies swayed with the sweet melody of laughter filling the room. Paying closer attention, it was noticeable that the bar still existed downstairs, small murmurs crackling beneath the floor and the firm chords of Glenn Miller sounding muffled from the speakers downstairs. You stifled your laughter. Alex did the same, trying to camouflage the smile that still insisted on marking his face.

“When I saw you arriving, I thought of offering you Love Potion.” He pondered, starting to sway his body to the light rhythm of Moonlight Serenade in a dance so eloquent to the melody of the song.

You inhaled deeply his perfume, the lingering scent of the extra shot of vodka in the special Cosmopolitan. “What made you think of that possibility?”

“Well… the first reason is because I love that drink. It’d be a perfect cliché to give you a love potion.” He beamed, lowering his hands to your hips to guide them closer to his pelvis, making you feel his aroused state discreetly. “Vodka. Peach liqueur. Cranberry juice and prosecco.”

“It looks delicious.” You hummed, your mouth opening slightly at the sensation of the light friction between the tissues. “And the second reason?”

“The drink is pink.” He smiled widely, laughing even before the answer that would follow was so comical and erogenous. “I would ask you nonchalantly: you know what else is pink? But I thought that would be sexual harassment.”

“You really think of everything, don’t you?” Your smile widened as you closed your eyes, waiting for Alex’s next kiss. His lips met yours with an almost lazy softness, as if he savored every second of the contact.

“I think about a lot of things.” He murmured against your mouth before pulling away just enough to watch your face. His thumb slid across your cheek, tracing a distracted path. “My mind never stops. I actually thought of something else for tonight while you were drinking.” 

His husky, casual tone sent a shiver down your spine. Alex placed one last peck on your lips before turning and starting to walk towards the kitchen. “Come here.” 

You followed him without hesitation, watching his every move as if trying to decipher his thoughts. He opened the refrigerator and began to take out some ingredients, his eyes focused on what he was doing. Rum. Strawberries. Lemon. Sugar. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, his hair messy, but still, he seemed to own every space around him. Washing his hands quickly, Alex grabbed a lemon and cut it in half with precision. Without a juicer, he improvised, holding the fruit over a glass and using the palm of his hand as a sieve to keep the seeds from falling out. The juice dripped slowly, the citrus aroma mixing with his already intoxicating smell.

The strawberries came next. He picked up a pestle, crushing the berries at the bottom of the glass with a controlled movement, his fingers firm around the wood. The sugar was added next, dissolving into the red mixture before he finally topped it all off with the amber rum.

You didn’t even realize you were biting your lip until Alex grabbed a few ice cubes and dropped them into the glass, the sound of the ice clinking against the glass. He looked up at you, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth when he noticed your expectant expression.

“Let’s head to my bedroom.”

His voice was low, almost an invitation, almost an order. Alex placed a hand on your waist, his touch warm even over the thin fabric of your clothes, and guided you to the bed without rushing, without letting go of you for a second.

When you reached the bedroom, he left the glass on the dresser, the ruby-colored liquid shining under the low light. Then, he turned to you, stopping for a few seconds to simply observe. His gaze traveled over every detail of you, as if he wanted to memorize your image.

He approached you again. This time, the kiss came slower, deeper. His mouth slid over yours with an almost torturous patience, his tongue tracing lazy paths, while one of his hands went up to the back of your neck, his fingers sliding through your hair. It was a kiss that felt like a long sip of something strong and addictive.

He pulled away briefly, his hands tugging at the hem of his own shirt before pulling it over his head in a carefree movement. The fabric slid easily, revealing skin warmed by the soft light of the room. Your eyes instinctively scanned his silhouette, watching the way his muscles moved beneath his skin as he tossed his shirt aside.

For some reason, that made you move too. Your fingers found the hem of your dress, and without thinking much, you pulled it up, feeling the fabric slide against your skin before falling onto the bed. Alex smirked at your gesture, but didn't say anything. He just picked up the glass from the dresser, bringing it to his lips for a slow sip. The clink of ice against the glass echoed through the room, and for a moment, your eyes fixed on the way he tasted the drink, the way his lips curved around the rim of the glass. 

Without looking away, he handed you the drink. The glass was now in your possession, the citrus and sweet aroma arriving before the liquid even touched your mouth. The fresh and slightly burning taste of rum slid across your tongue, the touch of the cold drink contrasting with the heat that your body was beginning to feel. 

A sudden need to settle down better took over you. As if the mattress was silently calling you, as if that moment demanded more surrender. Without hesitation, you lay down, feeling the weight of the bed adjust to your body. Alex just watched, his expression softening for a second, before leaning over you, his eyes filled with an intensity stronger than the rum itself.

“People do that at parties. It might be a little gross, but I’ve always wanted to try it.” He whispered against your mouth, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he pulled the dark jeans off your body. 

“What do they do?” You dared, biting your lip in anticipation, the excitement screaming inside your body. Alex bent down to kiss you quickly, smiling against your mouth before lifting a little and picking up the glass. 

He caught the ice in his mouth, keeping it in his cheek, returning with a lascivious look to your body. Leaning back down, you understood what that meant. The cold sensation spread to your neck. The ice locking an indescribable sensation in your collarbone. You couldn’t help but gasp, a shiver running down your spine as Alex began to slide the ice over your breasts, pulling your bra to the side. Taking the ice out of his mouth, he licked your nipple with his cold tongue, closing his eyes to memorize the sensation. There was no way to describe that feeling, you just allowed yourself to enjoy it, punishing Alex’s curls in your fingers.

“Was it bad?” He asked, standing up to glimpse his flushed, uneven face.

You bit your lip, wetting it before you started to speak. “No, it was… intense.” Your voice was thin as a moan, certain that Alex could see how wet you were and not just from the ice that was melting on your sternum.

“Wanna try?” He suggested, biting your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You purred, finding the strength to get up from the bed, sitting on your knees. You grabbed the glass and poured the sweet liquid down your throat, stopping for swallowing before savoring how it felt in Alex’s kiss.

You took the ice in your mouth and did the same step, sitting on Alex’s lap, his thick erection covered only by the thin fabric of his navy blue underwear. Placing the ice on your fingers, you slid your icy tongue down Alex’s flushed neck. He groaned, pulling your hips onto his lap, forcing them down.

Placing the ice back in your mouth, you went down to his chest, kissing the spot and sliding back down to his jaw. He grabbed your thighs in a stronger movement, not taking another second of teasing and kissing your mouth.

You broke the kiss quickly to remove the ice and kiss him hungrily, enjoying the hot and cold sensation. Alex pulled his cock out of his underwear impatiently, opening the drawer on the side of the bed and pulling out a condom, rapidly taking it.

Sliding the plastic around his cock, he pulled your panties to the side. You adjusted your position so he could stuff himself inside you. He pushed inside, groaning loudly when his entire length was inside your warm walls.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” ​​He whimpered, pulling his hips back and forth, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at your sexes touching between the forgotten fabrics. “Your pussy is so damn good.”

He threw his head back, his fingers buried in the soft flesh of your bum. You leaned forward, humming as you felt the thickness touch your spot. Your eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure. Alex opened his eyes, grabbing the glass from the dresser again and pouring some of the drink on your neck, licking the sweet skin hungrily. You moaned louder, your hands going straight to his brown hair, pulling it with trembling hands. 

“Alex. God— This feels so good. I can feel it on my— Fuck.” You couldn’t finish a single sentence, your system only focusing on Alex’s cock abusing your needy pussy, swallowing the entire length without complaining. 

“Kiss me.” He pleaded and you nodded, chasing his sweet lips, sometimes breaking the kiss with uncontrollable moans and pants, his hands sliding and squeezing harshly between your neck and breast, incapable of controlling his body. 

“Alex— Alex…” The name escaped, like the only anchor at the moment, your eyes cloudy. Alex’s tongue circling yours, his hips starting to move against yours, the smacking sound of flesh echoing through the room. 

“That’s it. That’s it. Fuck, doll. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to—hmmmm—come too fast and not even enjoy your pussy.” He whined, the tip of his cock sensitive against your cervix, his balls starting to betray his approaching climax. “So perfect. Shit.”

“Yeah? Then come.” You begged kittenish, your hips uncontrollably moving against him, forward, sideways, backward, up, down. Your body screaming for orgasm you knew it’d be hard like any other you had before. “Alex—”

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” He warned, embracing your shivering body, grounding his feet on the bed and starting to force his hips up and down harder. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Alex, please don’t stop. Shit, i’m cumming.” You whimpered, burying your face on his neck, loud moans tearing from your throat as he fucked your pussy without the slightest mercy, moaning nonsense in your ear, babbling brainless as he engorded your cunt. 

His thrusts became more uneven, out of rhythm. He shutted his eyes, your walls squeezing his cock making him roll his eyes and spill out the pleasure.

“Oh, Alex. No. Alex, it’s too much.” You protested, your thighs aching and shaking from the position. Alex kissed your disheveled face, prolonging the sensation even more.

“Shhh. Hold on—just a little longer, love. Hold on for me, go on.” He groaned, grabbing your hair, one last thrust being given as he felt the cum all released. You were still moaning when he was slowly stopping, feeling him soften inside you. “That’s it… That’s it, so good for me. You take me so well.”

He kissed your face, moving your messy hair to kiss you more intensely, a long, loving kiss. You reluctantly got off of him, feeling the emptiness return as he stood up and went to the bathroom to discard the stuffed condom. He came back to bed with a damp towel, drying the remaining liquid that was still on your neck and the sweat from your face.

“Better?” He asked, leaving the towel aside to lie down next to you.

“Yes. It couldn’t be better.” You smiled, settling into a caring hug in Alex's arms.

“Good. I guess the love potion worked.” He joked, pulling a sheet to cover your semi-naked bodies. “Although that wasn't a Love Potion. It was a Strawberry Daiquiri.”

“It worked. I loved it. Thanks for all the drinks.” You grinned, seeking Alex's contact closer, while he left gentle kisses on your forehead, turning to the side to hug you freely, letting the tiredness and the drink envelop you both in a deep and well-deserved sleep after so many experiences in the same day.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Kinktober Day 8: "Sthenolagnia"

Summary: You've always had a not-so-well-hidden thing for men with muscles. So, it was only to be expected that you would develop a crush on Alex!

Warning(s): Reader is a picky lady in this one, Dub-con(?), Alex is kinda mean in this one, Fingering, Muscle Worship kinda(More so that the reader just really likes men with muscles and her dreams come true tbh)

Side Note(s): quick note: sthenolagnia just equals "muscle worship". when i first heard of it, it sounded way dirtier than what it actually is.

Also second side-note, instead of Anthon from ZZZ. I'm gonna switch it up to Alex from SDV because— idk, I thought it would fit him more lol.

You've always been into a certain type of body type when it came down to your men.

Tall and handsome? That was a given and easy to find on a good day, but...what really got you going? A man that was fit and hunky, broad-shouldered, and with arms strong enough to crush a melon between his bicep and forearm. And with such a specific type of interest, your numbers in the dating pool reduced significantly. You thought you'd be able to ignore it, and date men who were outside of your picky selection box but...it was so hard!

As someone who preferred to be tossed around.

You couldn't stand the thought of a man with arms as thin as a pencil being able to do that to you!

You had just about given up until your grandfather recommended you to move to Stardew Valley on account of a letter you had finally gotten around to reading a few years after his sudden passing. When you packed your bags and got on the first bus there, you weren't expecting much really. A farming town? Old people and families, at most. You weren't expecting there to be people your age and you were fine with that!

You tried to focus your mind on doing good by your grandfather.

At least...until your plans were derailed a little.

When you saw him. The only gridball player in the entire town, tall and handsome, with sun-kissed skin and a pair of green eyes you found yourself getting caught up in every time you spotted him in town! But your favorite part about the stranger? (Who you soon came to figure out was named 'Alex') It was his muscles.

You were hooked on having a taste, just a small one! Nothing too major, after being stuck with such poor pickings in Zuzu city for the last few years, you were a tad bit desperate to fulfill your fantasies!

Luckily, however, Alex was eager to fulfill his own fantasies, especially with the cute new farmer who kept eyeing him like a piece of meat every time you two happened to be in the same vicinity.

. . .

Alex currently sat behind you on the bare wooden floor, your back arched against his chest as he hooked his legs over your won, forcing them to stay open as he used a hand to piston his thick fingers in and out of your pussy whilst he used his free arm to keep you in a headlock. You whined pathetically as loud squelches echoed throughout your small farmhouse, your slick spitting out of your cunt dirtily.

Alex tightened his lock around your head, the tight feeling of his muscles making you dizzy as fat tears began to dot your eyeline. "Stop squirmin' farm girl," Alex hissed against your ear. "You can definitely take it, can't you?" He continued mockingly all before it was followed by a harsh slap against your pussy. A yelp left your lips, Alex laughing at your whines as he strained he looked over your shoulder to admire his work of making the newest addition to the town into his own personal slut.

He slapped your pussy again, enjoying your cries before he suddenly yanked his fingers out from your wetness and shoving them back in, continuing his unforgiving pace. "A-Alex!" You keened. "T-Too...t-too much!" Your body shook and jerked in Alex's hold, your nails scratching fruitlessly against his forearm as your body didn't seem to know whether it wanted Alex to keep you in a headlock or if it wanted him to let you go to get more air into your lungs.

However, Alex was having none of it.

Instead, he loosened his headlock, allowing you a few seconds of air before he resumed his lock only this time...he slapped a hand around your mouth to silence your moans. He roughly pressed your head back against his shoulder, forcing you to look at him while his fingers started to curl and abuse your g-spot.

One merciless thrust after the other...

"Stupid farm girl," He said to you cruelly with a disapproving look in his eyes. "Can't you listen? I said...take it." He hissed.

Your blush behind his hand only increased as you felt his cock twitch and bounce in its confines against your ass. Yet, Alex, he forced himself to be patient as he tried to focus on the imagination of what your pussy would feel like, clenched around his cock as desperately as it was currently on his fingers. "C'mon cute girl, squirt over my fingers and I'll loosen up on you like you're beggin' me to!" He laughed.

He soon paused his fingers momentarily, your brain foolishly beginning to convince itself that he was giving you a break until...he resumed, shoving an extra finger alongside the current two that were inside of you as all three digits honed in on your g-spot. Your whines behind his hand grew higher and higher in pitch, tears falling down your face from the sheer intensity of your pleasure as your thighs started to shake. Your whole body was beginning to shudder more and more until...a stream of liquid gushed out of your cunt.

Alex groaned at the delicious sight, licking his lips as a smirk plastered itself onto his handsome features. "Gooood girl..." He whispered against your ear, placing an appreciative kiss on your cheek, fingering your cunt, and praising you until your squirt finally died down.

Alex kissed you one last time as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. "Knew you could do it, farm girl," He smirked. His arms quickly wrapped around your torso, hugging you to his chest as you struggled to catch your breath, whining and moaning freely now that your mouth wasn't covered anymore. Shakily, your hands ran over Alex's arm appreciatively. And the whole time, your eyes trailed over the beads of sweat that beaded the skin of his forearm and bicep, like a dog eyeing its new favorite toy.

And Alex didn't even dare think of missing the way your eyes threatened to form into hearts as you looked at his muscles. "Y' like that?" He snickered as his arms tightened around you more. "You'll be getting more of 'em in a second. Next, I'll fuck you on that squeaky ass bed of yours, you can admire my arms as I fuck you in a mating press." He continued.

That was when Alex's cock twitched against your ass again, you knew good and well that you weren't a break anytime soon.

Not until you squirted around his cock that is.

[snailmail444]

Alex x Reader 🙈

All Tied Up

18+ 💚 NSFW 💚 MDNI

Alex x Reader

It’s the way I have been absolutely possessed the past few days. I’ve been in a huge writing slump but then the new year hit and my brain just. Decided to function? We’re riding the wave folks we’ll see how long it keeps up lol.

ANYWAY! Enjoy the third fulfilled ask in a week. I hope y’all aren’t sick of me yet lmao. NSFW under the cut and remember MDNI

“Are you sure you can’t break these?” You ask, pulling at one of the knots binding Alex to your bed.

Alex stares up at you, all big green eyes and still-confident smirk. “Even I can’t do that. I’ll prove it. But you don’t have to worry baby. It’s no sweat, I can behave.”

He flexes and you watch the veins in his arms protrude as he turns his wrists this way and that, trying and failing to find any give in your handiwork. A flush burns down your face, and your throat feels dry as you eye him up and down—large and muscular and completely at your mercy.

You would have never thought that Alex and his body builder physique would be in such a submissive position. Naked, spread eagle and tied to your bedposts, muscles taught and cock flushed. Laid out for you to devour however you please.

You run your palms up his chest, and his skin is hot against yours, smooth and solid as you work your way up. His pounding heart startles you, feeling how fast and hard it’s beating in his chest. For a minute you stall, feeling the strong rhythmic thump, and almost ask if he’s alright.

Almost, except you can see the way his cock twitches and precome beads at the tip just from your idle touches. You haven’t so much as breathed on it, yet it’s straining so hard already it’s obvious his heart rate isn’t due to nerves.

You straddle him, fighting your cocky smile away, and purposefully maintain eye contact as you suck one of his nipples. Alex instantly forgets his restraints, jerking an arm and making the bed-frame rattle. He was right—the knots aren’t going anywhere.

He pants out a heavy breath, and you hide your delight as you lavish attention on his other nipple. You won’t tease him for too long. Not this first time, anyway.

You push your hips back as you skim your teeth along his shoulder, making sure to rub it in that you can touch as much as you want by stroking up his ribcage, down his sides, along his arms.

Only a little more teasing, you think as you glide your wet cunt across his cock, pretending to have trouble guiding it in as you squeeze it’s base and coat it in your arousal.

“Ahh, please,” he whines, hips bucking as much as the pitiful give in his binds allow, “baby I can’t.”

“What happened Alex? It was no sweat what, two minutes ago? Not even?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you stop him by sinking all the way down on his cock. His hands strain, and you can tell by the way he’s flushing and tossing his face to the side he’d be hiding in his hands to mute the stuttering moan that falls past his lips.

You don’t give him a moment of respite, electing to ride hard and fast. Without the use of his hands Alex can’t modulate your pace. Typically he’d slow you down, keep you steady, but now you’re allowed the free rein to completely ruin him.

“Ah, w-wait,” he huffs, hips twitching and grinding like he might be able to make you listen to him without using his safe word.

It’s too bad you aren’t in a listening mood.

He can’t take it for too long, biting his lip and breathing in stuttering gasps while he tries to stave off his orgasm.

“Ba-aby, I—“ Alex’s voice cracks, “I’m not gonna—hah—I’m really—“

Either he can’t hold himself off anymore, or he realizes you’re not going to listen, because Alex’s babbling ceases as his back arches and he comes with a whine, his muscles straining and flushed down to his chest.

Your cunt throbs as you slow down through his orgasm, gyrating against his hips until he stops twitching. He’s starting to catch his breath, and you bite down on a smile as you pick up the pace, watching as his face twists up.

“A-h-ah—you—I—“ his voice is a squeak, stopping abruptly as he feel you continuing to rock against his soft cock. A low-grade hum buzzing out of his chest continually as you ride him relentlessly. When it doesn’t stop, you finally still.

“Safe word?” You ask, stroking his cheek and feeling the heat of his skin against yours.

“Nuh—no,” he gasps out, bucking into your cunt despite the way it makes him cry out.

You smirk. This is going to be a fun night.

[izuglazer]

no body asked for this, but here's a little fic i made where alex from stardew valley finds the mermaid pendant

-male farmer

-fluff

words: 4,717

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Another hot day for the farm, the summer sun beating down as the faint sound of the cows and chickens kept the place noisy for the poor farmer who was stuck cleaning out the jam containers for new fruits.

A huff and a sigh the farmer leaned his elbow on the barrel, sweat beating off his forehead from the heat. “Sometimes the city sounds nice again..” He looked off to his cat sitting there on the fence next to him, just cleaning itself with low purrs.

The sound made the farmer crack a smile. “Ah but then I wouldn't have you.” A small meow came from the cat as he petted it with his clean hand.

Before he could get back to cleaning out the big jar he could hear faint sounds of shoes scuffing against the rocks and dirt at the entrance. Being on the farm must have given him super hearing, he could even sometimes hear mice scurrying under the floorboards in the winter.

When he turned he could see that all too familiar face of his boyfriend. “What brings you out here, sugar?” He threw the dirty rag across his shoulder, landing behind him next to the jar as he walked to the fence to meet Alex, seeing him roll his eyes at that name with his southern accent.

“Haven't seen you in awhile, thought to check in on you. Feel like I never see you enough.” Alex leaned against the fence on the other side, sliding his hand onto the farmers but recoiling it when he felt the old sticky jam.

“Ew, why are you sticky?”

The disgusted face he made just made the farmer let out a giggle. “It's just jam, I've been cleaning up everything that's been sitting over the winter. Should have gotten it done in spring but just.. procrastinated.”

There was hesitation at the end of his words, Alex noticing but not sure enough to comment.

“Right, well at least you're getting it down now.” He looked at the jar, grimacing slightly just thinking about how sticky that is. He may roll around in dirt for practice but sticky stuff was hell to him.

“Can I pop into the house and wash this off?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” The farmer waved him off, Alex humming a thanks as he went towards the house. Stepping in he felt that same warmth the farmer always gave him, the small scent of hay and fruits lingering from the wood.

Alex walked towards the sink in the kitchen, turning the faucet and coating his hands in soap to get that blasted jam off.

After he searched for a hand towel of sorts, rummaging through the drawers, finding one and just snatching it out.

But when he grabbed the towel something fell out, the item landing at his feet. Instinctively he bent down to pick it up but stopped mid way when he saw what it was, that familiar blue of the shell made his heart drum against his chest.

The mermaid pendant. Why did.. the farmer have this?

He grabbed it right when the front door opened, seeing the farmer's face drop when he saw Alex holding the pendant.

“Hey.. where.. ehah- where'd you find that?” The anxious pitch in the farmers voice filled the room, both of the boys faces red from this new discovery.

“Um.. I found it in the drawer, in the towel.” Alex held the towel up, still holding the pendant in his other hand while feeling his heartbeat in his feet. Was this real? Everyone knows what this is for, there's no way he could have stumbled upon this randomly and not known.

“Look- You see, I can explain. Y-you weren't supposed to know yet, I had a whole plan of asking you, I was just trying to find the right time- Though you don't have to say yes, obviously. I won't force you. This is.. uh a big thing. Just-” Alex muted out the fumbling words of the farmer, clutching the mermaid pendant in his hand.

There was no doubt he liked this guy- no, loved. Would it.. be so bad..?

Taking a breath Alex steadied himself. “y-yes..” The words stopped the farmer mid sentence where he was still anxiously fumbling his words.

“Yes?” Just a puzzled look across his eyes, his face red and his palms sweaty from the heat and this whole interaction.

“Yes, yeah.” Alex was firmer this time. “That's my answer.” He clipped the pendant on his neck, his eyes darting between it and the other man.

A moment dropped before it the farmer realized, his shoulders relaxing and a smile sliding onto his lips. “oh.. oh my god.”

Without thinking he ran into Alex, wrapping his arms on his now fiance. “This wasn't how I planned it to go.” Though it was obvious how happy he was.

Alex huffed, feeling his nerves still shooting through him from this new step. “Maybe find better hiding spots.” He hugged back with a smile, feeling the farmer jab his side playfully making Alex grunt out a laugh.

Everything felt calm, nothing mattered in this moment as the two simmered in each other, until something clicked for Alex.

“You just hugged me with sticky hands.”

[sashiavi]

Idk if you’ve discussed this hybrid yet but!!! Imagine Harvest mouse farmer 🥺🫶 ( both bc harvest mice are adorable and the joke is too on the nose not to use… harvest… farmer… teehee )

Sweet lil thing, a wee bit skittish, but surprisingly efficient for the small stature

And imagine the possibilities with larger/ predatorial species hybrids among the town 👀🫡🤭

( this is only a lil biased bc i love to hc my farmer as a cute lil mouse hybrid teehee)

I WANT TO BE A CUTE LIL MOUSE SO BAD YOU HAVE NO IDEA-

Not quite smut but lots of teasing and touches of dubious consent

The Mouse!Hybrid Farmer~ You're just a skittish thing, big ears twitching in a constant manner, hearing, listening, a habitual quirk. So quiet, petite in presence, like the saying goes, easily jostling Pierre at the counter of the store or casing a yelp to chirp from Sam who'd gotten lost in his own world.

Ahh but you're so sweet; Gifting out bouquets of flowers to those around - A Harvest mouse and flowers, it simply made sense for you to grow an abundance of your own - Yoba.. If only you'd known the traditions of the Valley a little sooner...

It's easy to become a target for the more.. Predatorial species that lived in the town.

Teases and bullying words thrown at you from Cat!Sebastian or Haley, playful threats to watch out.. You know a cat loves to chase.

The rake of Haley's nails sends a shiver down your spine - Practically claws, though pretty and manicured, the way she strokes her fingers over your big, rounded ears in a teasing pet has bells ringing in your head. Her body language; the tilt of her head, keen twitch on her lip, the soft pur that ripples up her throat screamed 'danger' - And yet your meek-willed self couldn't help but freeze under her.

You could have expected Sebastian to play some sort of mean trick on you - Brushing against your body as you fumbled with a pool cue, lengthy fingers encapsulating your hands to guide you to victory. Purrs rumble from his throat, head bumping a nuzzle while his hips give a soft grind. God- He was practically scenting you, greedily marking up his newfound territory, playing with his food.

Gosh.. Don't even start on the others-

Puppies are excitable. They get right into your space, sniffing and nosing with curiosity, licking all slobbery when they're all too happy, making a fool out of you and themselves.

Puppy!Sam wasn't an exception - The wag of his tail was a red flag because all too soon you had an eager retriever right in your personal space, quite literally barreling into you. Instincts fire on both sides; Wincing a freeze, wanting to shrink yourself into nothing while the pup huffed a rush of sniffs, practically salivating for Yoba-Knows whatever reason. Puppies were dense, such a position completely compromising, downward dog over your fallen self, practically pinning you to the ground!

Or the chocolate-lab incarnate of Alex- Playing with you all too rough, practically tossing you around with an easy knock to your body. It was as if he was playing fetch with himself, chasing after you on the beach, taking you down into the sand with a bounding snatch, tail wagging up a storm behind him. It felt like you were his personal little chew-toy; all squeaky and chirpy,

Ohhh but nothing compares to the big and scary Bear.

Yoba, you were sure you'd fit right in the palm of his paw of a hand. Simply standing near him had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, nervousness showing in the stressed flick of your tail and the careful twitch of your ears. How did you get here?? Sat on Bear!Shane's lap, his thick arms encircled your body, easily trapping you down, as if you were some stuffed teddy toy while he snored away in a beer induced nap. You can only squeak pitiful peeps, no amount of squirming freeing you as if you were stuck in a sticky glue-trap.

Yeah.. I want this lmaoo

[peachy-skies-writings]

Bachelors taking care of their exhausted bae after birth hcs 😮‍💨

Hi, thanks for the request! Hope you like it?

Bachelors Taking Care of Exhausted f!Reader after Giving Birth

💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

He’d call Evelyn for help like “Granny, what should I do? How do I help?”

Will follow his grandmother’s advice and bring you herbal teas to help with sleep and fatigue. All sorts of old-timey at home remedies. Would also bring you flowers (he’s not sure how they help but Evelyn said it was a good idea)

If you needed a break, he’d drop the baby off at his grandparents for the day so that you could both get some much needed rest.

🧡📖 Elliott 📖🧡

He was there during the birth, putting a cold cloth on your forehead (he’d seen in Bridgerton so assumed that’s what the classic way to do it was - you decided not to ask, mainly because you were a bit busy).

After you’d given birth, he’d just sit there next to you while you slept, one hand holding yours and another letting your baby grasp onto his finger as they slept.

He would make sure you slept and were comfortable, trying to do his best to get up and look after the baby during the night.

🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍

Just after you’ve given birth, Harvey would let you rest - knowing the amount of physical exertion that labour has on a body.

Would set you up with a regime of vitamins and supplements to help support you post-partum. “This one is for fatigue, this one is for iron, this one is for-”

Honestly he would help you so much. I can imagine him being super proud of you for giving birth and being such a good dad. He’d be pretty hands on from the get-go and would take it in turns with you to do the night waking up so that you could get the sleep that you needed.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

SO excited to have a baby but when he realises how tired you are straight after giving birth, he decides to hold in the excitement until you’re slightly more awake.

Sam is full of energy so it’s kinda infectious. He’d definitely liven you up with some jokes and make you belly laugh.

Would realise that you needed a lot of rest and since he has the energy anyway, would be more than happy to do night feeding into the foreseeable future. Actually a big fan of it because he likes to make your baby giggle and then go “sshhh you’ll wake your mother and I’ll get told off” but that’s all part of the game.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Sebastian is a pretty low energy guy so he knows what it’s like to feel fatigued. He’d bring you coffee (he did check first that you can have this after birth dw) and a snack, then let you drift off while he held your baby.

He’d revert back to his nocturnal schedule so that you could rest during the night and he’d be up with the baby. Super considerate. Would definitely have a lil rocking chair in there with a baby mobile that had bats on.

Sebastian would make sure you were feeling okay and not too exhausted before his family came to meet the baby. He hates talking to people when he’s tired and he think you’re the most tired anyone has ever been.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

Would make sure you’re okay first then let you sleep straight after birth. He’d be pretty tired too as he’d have stayed up the whole time with you. Would definitely have a nap on the hospital chair.

Shane would make sure that he was as quiet as possible while you were having your naps or sleeping. He’d make sure he got up most of the time in the night, especially the first few weeks after you’d given birth.

He would enlist the help of Marnie if you were super tired, especially the first few days, so that you could rest as much as possible.

[sevs-corner]

Random HCs I have for the Tf 141: Mafia AU! characters :PP

for future plot points hehe

Ghost is a cat person but only came to love dogs because of Johnny adopting Riley and him ending up raising it for most of the time

On the other hand, Graves hates cats and hates you for taking care of the chonky white cat at the alleyway by the bakery (He also hates that you take care of it more than you do with him, like c'mon he wants to be fed by you too)

All of them are boy failures when they try courting you, and you try your best to reciprocate !! (but sometimes that there's so silly and trip over their own shoelaces that its too cute not to stand and watch sometimes)

Those big scary men being love sick fools

They definitely get slack for it from Nonna and Nonno

The two (Ghost and Graves) have the biggest sweet tooth actually, and then run through the entire stock of treats whenever they stop by but are unable to sit and eat

Ever since you started working regularly, the guys try to stop by as often as they can, which makes Nonno and Nonna happy (becuase they were drifting further away until you came)

Only Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz visit often even before you came but even that became harder to do as time went on

So, Nonno and Nonna likes spoiling you with food because of it (not like you knew the intention behind their actions, you were just happy to eat free food really)

Price and Johnny is the type to just drink coffee in the morning then go about their day, only eating meals once or twice

They aren't the biggest eaters, even though Johnny does more physically laboring tasks

But he's more of a protein shake kinda guy, the type to drink his meal if all of it can be blended (he couldn't be bothered to prep his own meals)

Gaz, on the other hand, needs his meals

So he ends up dragging Ghost along with him in the mornings at the bakery for the breakfast special

Ghost doesn't really care to have anything in the morning 'cause his appetite kicks in (for some reason) late at night, so that's when he eats a lot

Alejandro is a 3-in-1 coffee drinker and Rudy is appalled

Even more so at you as you encourage this behavior by making his sachet 3-in-1s fancy with all the extra foam and drawings on top (he's jealous)

Rudy is a plain black kinda guy, but will try anything you offer or have concocted with (he's just a test dummy for your experiments but he's happy being your dummy either way)

Graves loves lattes, hot or iced- you already know what he's feeling for depending how he strolls into the bakery

If he's a bit downtrodden, he needs a cold pick-me-up, but if he's hyper and needs a bit of a cold down? that hot one would be very much appreciated

He also isn't the type to eat a lot, but will scarf down anything you make (he would never decline any of your offers or experiments)

The one who gives you the best critique to your creations is Gaz, Rudy, and Ghost actually-- straightforward, gut-punched, but points of improvement all the same

Graves and Soap sugar coats too much, Alejandro gives simple praises (not wanting to make you hurt for commenting on your hard work) and Price...

Well, a simple nod and smile is enough to make you happy that he doesn't get the chance to as you prance away in happiness

>Bonus part:

Konig and Horangi loves your savory treats, like those quiches, tarts, pies-- everything, the whole menu!

Just send them a picture of your creation and they're quickly finishing off a guy and bookin' it to the bakery in no time

Konig likes the space (table) you saved for them at the side, a bit secluded but still in view of both entraces

He knows you keep it clean, with their favorite condiments stacked to the side, seats fluffed and cushioned, table clear of any food residue-- every. single. time.

Konig also like your personal favorites of treats as well (makes him feel closer to you somehow)

But draws the line at your weird concoctions of combines drinks he's not quite fond of (like that coffee and soda mix? yeah, he did not want to get palpitations thank you very much)

Horangi is one of the few who ready and willing to try out anything you dish out

Even that special energy drink you tried making for Soap once, and let's just say that he couldn't sleep soundly for a week...

He doesn't regret it though, when he sees your gummy grin and tiny hops that you do when you get excited

Maybe...next time...just lower the dosage for his sanity, please?

Alex and Farah are a duo you don't quite see often but wished you did!

Alex pops by at least once or twice a week to pick up his orders, but more often than not, you're delivering their orders to their HQ

Barely having the chance to eat with them makes you sad (they are too), but when you guys do-- you go on for hours

Gossiping is the main source of Farah's entertainment and why both also avoid doing it with you

Because, one time, they went on for hours that lunch became dinner and that became a sleep over

And they had to catch up on so much work

Yeah, they're both yappers

and they indulge you and your interest so much, that they're mainly the ones getting you the things you like and it being displayed in your room

You like that one movie with cars in it? Boom, you have the same race car as a bed

Roach actually helps around more than anyone in the family

Even though he's handling the back more, you sure as damn well know he makes the best food ever

He's sometimes with the 141 guys or KorTac duo, but either way-- you'd seen him come alone to the bakery a lot

Being his ear and shoulder when he needs it, but vice versa as well

the usual culprit that overstays at your apartment really (which makes the others rage)

Roach is the happiest when he sees you eating his food happily, so don't blame him when you become a lil' plump (you're cute either way and he'll definitely lessen it if you ask him to)

Makarov visits the least but always does the grandest of things (he's extra like that)

Surprisingly, Nikolai is tied to hip with him whenever he comes in (he keeps Makarov in check really)

And they either visit super early in the morning or late into closing that sometimes you come in early or close out late just so you could do something for them

they don't want you forcing yourself like this but they appreciate you very much

Makarov and Nikolai loves spicy food, or food that just gives them a kick in the mouth and they love how you adjust it to their taste the best

They are more of tea and beer drinkers really

Water? The tap is dry and so they are

So you have to force them to drink it in between

And that's the moment they leave and try to escape

Just so you know, you have chased them down the street before in nothing but your flip flops and you still caught up to them (not before accurately hitting them on the head with it)

Kate, Allen, and Ramirez often come in together as well, a quick order-in and a pick up thereafter

They're busy with the reconnaissance work but likes making light banter with you

Some scones, mini brownies, or any quick bite- they'll have it and compliment for your hard work

Allen likes his coffee half and half while Ramirez likes it in shots, he needs his bursts of energy being the 'designated' errand boy of the two after all

Kate on the hand, has a jug of tea (you swear) but often takes two to three cups for herself (which you happened to learn was actually all hers once you asked a confused Allen about it one morning)

And yeah, that it (thought it'd be neat to see what i can come up with for their food and treat preferences hehe) Please check out the chapters and other one-shots here in this masterlist!

[dendrofiles]

𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠

⏾ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: alex wakes up horny. thighfucking ensues.

hiiiii!! my other fic was getting too long so i decided to finish this. also i'm trying out some fun new formatting :3 anyways. i had a vision of this fic at 4 in the morning one night and got so horny i couldn’t sleep. please enjoy

m!alex x gn!reader. reader's genitals not mentioned. perv alex, somnophilia, very soft and sweet dubcon, thigh fucking/intercrural sex. 1342 words.

The rooster’s crow echoed across the silent fields of the farm, piercing through the clean spring air. Dew dotted the glass panes of Alex’s bedroom window. The sun rose over the hills, the warm light magnified by each water droplet. Alex rolled over and groaned, covering his eyes with his hands. It was May, still too early for the summer heat to set in, but late enough that the sun woke Alex earlier than he would have wanted.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his red hair, messy from tossing and turning in his sleep. He sighed, knowing you’d insist on brushing it later. “It’s no good to work with your hair in your eyes,” you’d say. He’d grumble back “that’s what hats are for,” but your fingers against his scalp would quickly silence him.

Speaking of you, Alex turned his head and cast his gaze over your sleeping form. You were turned away from him, the soft lines of your body swathed by the linen sheets. Tiny, rhythmic breaths left your nose. Alex could get lost in this image for ages—you, safe, asleep, at peace for once in your life. You were here, and he was proud of that. He couldn’t help but take a little bit of credit for getting you away from town. Of course, it had been your own will to live driving the whole process, but you had never made it a secret how thankful you were to him. And how could Alex resist that? If you believed that he saved you, he wouldn’t deny it. Saving you was the greatest thing he had ever done in his life. 

You shifted in your sleep, and the sheets fell away from your shoulders. Alex’s eyes lingered on the marks he had left there last night, the broken blood vessels starting to bruise over. Alex smirked. His dad had always hounded him for having such an intense… appetite, shall we say, but you matched him well. In Alex’s opinion, there was no purer expression of your love for each other than those nights when you crawled into his bed, and he gently rolled you onto your back, and you smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss before he took you until he physically couldn’t anymore. It was glorious, it was passionate, it was loving. Alex couldn’t complain. You never left him unsatisfied.

At least, you didn’t try to. 

That was an Alex-problem, though, not a you-problem. You would always meet whatever need he had—that is, given that he communicated it to you. How were you supposed to know that he started drooling whenever you bent over to clear the yard? How could you possibly see how hot his cheeks got when you gracefully dodged a flying hay bale or a sudden lurker attack, your dancer’s body weaving through the tall grass? How were you supposed to help him when he watched you stroll into the fields and climb onto the tractor, all the while he felt his cock getting harder and harder, wishing you were riding him instead?

Alex was becoming a bit of a pervert, he reckoned. He could hardly look at you without popping a boner these days. It was your own damn fault, too, for being so sexy. This morning was no exception. His eyes traced the outline of your shoulders, down to your chest, your belly, your hips, your thighs…

Your thighs. Alex’s eyes stopped there. He had never given them much consideration before, honestly, always too fixated on your ass. But there was something special about your thighs right now—naked, swathed in white sheets in the low morning light. He gently lifted the sheet to get a closer look, and had to suppress the groan that rose in his throat at the sight. Your ass looked perfect as always, but he was far more drawn to what was underneath it. The flesh of your thighs squished so prettily against the mattress. He reached out and ran a finger along your skin. You let out a small whimper, but otherwise didn’t stir at all. God, you were perfect.

A terrible thought struck Alex. His cock stirred under the covers. He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. He should wait until you woke up. That would be the right thing to do. 

But then, you shifted, your thighs spreading slightly, almost like you were inviting him in, and whatever thin string of morality that was holding Alex back from giving into his worst impulses snapped. He frantically rolled over and rustled through his nightstand until he found a bottle of lube. He squirted a decent amount into his palm, then positioned himself behind you.

Alex reached between your thighs, trying not to groan at their warmth against his hands. He spread a generous amount of lube in the space between them. You shivered at the feel of the cold substance. Alex pressed a kiss to your shoulder to soothe you.

He then spread the leftover lube on his now fully erect cock. His hands felt nice, but he had a feeling that your thighs would feel nicer. Alex wiped his sticky hand on the sheets—you’d scold him for that later, no doubt—and gently separated your thighs, situating his cock between them.

Alex groaned. The warmth and softness of your thighs enveloping his cock was a sensation like nothing he had ever felt before. He took a moment to just savor it, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You were still fast asleep. Alex didn’t think he could love you more, but in that moment he felt his love for you multiply anyways. 

“God, you’re so damn beautiful, honey,” he whispered. “And you’re all mine.”

Unable to wait any longer, Alex canted his hips forward, thrusting into the warm, wet tightness between your thighs. He groaned. It wasn’t quite like being inside you, but it wasn’t necessarily worse, either. His hand came down to your hip, pulling you closer to him.

Golden sunlight streamed in through the curtains. Alex’s hips hit your ass again and again, the lewd slapping sounds filling the room. He couldn’t restrain his moans. They flowed freely from his lips, muffled only by the skin of your shoulder.

You woke up. Your body stirred, each limb twitching as you tried to stretch but were inevitably stopped. Your eyes opened and you let out a soft whimper. 

“Alex?” you mumbled sleepily. “What’re you doing?”

Alex pressed a kiss to your neck. “S’okay, baby,” he panted, not stopping his thrusts for even a second. “Go back to sleep.”

He ran his fingers through your hair. You hummed softly and nestled your head back into the pillow. Your eyes fluttered shut—but not before you grinded your hips back into him and squeezed your thighs together.

“Tease,” Alex muttered lovingly. He picked up the pace, rutting into you like an animal. “F-fuck. You did this to me, y’know. So fuckin’ sexy.”

His teeth sank into the flesh of your neck. He heard your breath hitch. Alex ran his tongue over the area, gently licking and nibbling your sensitive skin. Both of his hands returned to your hips, gripping so hard they were sure to bruise.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” he grunted. A few quick thrusts later, and Alex’s cock erupted, spurting ropes of cum across your thighs. He kept rutting for a minute after as he came down from his high, panting into the crook of your neck. 

Alex lifted his hands from your hips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, not quite ready to let you go yet. His hands stroked the soft flesh of your belly.

You dropped the act of pretending to sleep and spoke. “Whatever happened to ‘good morning?’”

Alex nuzzled into your neck. “G’morning, my love.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that you’re going to be the one to clean this up.”

Alex laughed. “Also yes.”

[iamfartoolonelyformyowngood]

Marble Hornets Boys X Reader Christmas Headcanons

Merry Christmas! I love you all and thank you for the support. Feel free to request things in my asks btw!

📹~Alex Kralie~📹

-Alex gives extravagant gifts and tries his best to shower everyone he loves with presents.

-Art supplies, books, DVDs, albums, materials for any hobbies, video games. You name it he buys it for you.

-If you buy him anything he beams and gets extra affectionate. Secretly he dreams of you buying him a camera.

-"Oh! Thanks! I've been needing this for a few months. You're a star."

📷~Jay Merrick~📷

-Jay gives a few he feels you'd like. A book you mentioned, a special edition DVD of a movie you like. Things like that. Oh and incense, his go to gift for everyone.

-And a gemstone advent calendar his mother insisted on buying for you.

-Jay's attached to your hip all day and will cry if he gets a present. He will savour it for years.

-"You're my favourite present."

~🌻Brian Thomas🌻~

-Brian would buy some art supplies you mentioned liking and some food, his issue is that he always buys you things when you ask for them immediately so Christmas shopping is hard.

-You get random gifts from his brothers, one gives a sharktooth necklace, one a seashell, his 6 year old brother drew you in a drawing of his family (as a very flattering smiling stick figure besides a taller stick figure that represented brian.)

-His parents ask if you need a laptop or phone or anything too.

-Tim will give you some perfume or cologne or something, he wants to support your relationship but isn't the best with gifts.

-Brian's attached to your hip like Jay the whole day too.

-He's flattered and even gets a little flustered if he gets a gift. Maybe a silent tear or two.

-"Y-you really didn't have to do a thing for me!....but thanks."

~🚬Tim Wright🚬~

-Tim can't give many gifts due to lack of money.

-He gives you a few poorly done wood carvings he did at home and he buys you anything he can within his means.

-If he gets any gift he'll cry and hold you and tell you how much he appreciates you. He can count on one hand the number of gifts he got growing up, hell even a lot of his clothes were ones the hospital gave him, he stole or he found lying around the trailer. A gift from you is a gift from God.

-He may or may not drag you to visit Brian too.

-"I love you so much baby, you know that right? I'm the luckiest man alive to know I'm yours. I'll put in extra shifts at work if you need anything, okay?"

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Inhuman Reader

Summary: How the SDV Bachelors react to a cryptid farmer that's a lil' on the taller side.

Warning(s): No warnings! [Some angst here and there, maybe]

Side Note(s): Okay, so this isn't quite seven-foot-tall farmer headcanon,s but I couldn't get the idea of the bachelors being in love with an inhuman reader, so I decided to listen to the idea bouncing around inside my head 😔 (Walk with me and imagine that the reader is tall 😭)

Not to mention, I just love monsters, man.

Elliot

Okay, I'm going to imagine he first spots you out at sea one lonely night.

He either thinks that he's having a realllyyy bad nightmare after having one too many drinks at the saloon, or that he's having a really vivid dream.

After coming to the realization that he's not dreaming? As much as I wanna say he'd be curious—he high-tails it off the beach and back into his cabin. And while he's inside making a promise to himself not to drink so much anymore...you, however?

You've completely fallen in love! You'd begin leaving seashells on the beach, rare types of sea fish, and anything else that you think could catch his attention! And when Willy finally mentions to Elliot about the increased amount of rare things that have "washed" up on shore lately, he finally thinks back to that mysterious creature he saw out at sea one night.

Therefore? He tests his luck and decides to sit on the beach late at night to see if he can catch a glimpse of you.

At the sight of you for the first time...he was admittedly surprised. From your fin-like ears, to the way your eyes were as big as a doe's and glowed ever so slightly. Even the way your tail was as big as he was tall! But in all your uniqueness, he thought you were gorgeous. A living reflection of the sea that has come to life.

As for you, since the night you first caught a glimpse of him...you've been entranced with the color of his hair, weirdly enough. Now that you were closer to him, his handsomeness and the way he carried himself, how he spoke to you so gently and without an ounce of fear, and only wonder.

You fell even harder.

From that point onwards, you two made it a point to see each other as much as you could. At 12:00am on the dot.

Sebastian

One restless night, he finds you amongst the shadow people inside the Mines.

He was smart enough to remain out of sight and keep his distance, but he was no less curious as to how you were a bit different from the other shadow people lurking about. You were tall and lanky, no features on your face aside from an eerie glowing smile. And although you spoke his language, they seemed to understand everything you said, no less!

Your actions were jerky and far too quick, but you were intelligent.

He had a mind to maybe tell Marlon about his find, but so long as you stayed down here in the deeper parts of the Mines, then it couldn't have been too bad to let this be his little secret, right?

Thus, when he finally snapped out of his thoughts and tried to sneak his way past you and your minions...you had already spotted him a long time ago. But, you had found him interesting.

He was the first adventurer who hadn't tried to either scream or attack you immediately.

Could you really be blamed for wanting to capture him and keep him down here with you a little longer? It was getting sooooo boring down here!

And over the course of days that Sebastian was kept down in the Mines? As much as he didn't like it he found himself getting closer and closer to you...whatever you were. Sebastian told you about his job, videogames, and even let you taste some of the snacks he brought down into the Mines with him.

But he needed to leave.

Thus, he made a deal with you. He'd come and visit every Saturday with new snacks for you to try, and in return? You'd have someone to hang out with as well as speak to! Although you were slightly distrustful of such a deal...you made it anyway, hoping that, for the first time in your long life, you wouldn't be wrong about humans.

Sam

The two of you had been meeting up with one another for a couple of weeks already. You, a lingering spirit from Cindersap Forest, and Sam, a human who worked at Joja Mart. Your relationship was quite the love story!

However, you began to tire of being a mere spirit and having to look at all the festivities from town from afar, afraid of either scaring the townsfolk or being slain by either an adventurer or some magician.

Even if Sam constantly restated that he didn't mind you being a ghost, you wanted to hold him, actually be able to touch him, rather than simply imagine what his skin would've felt like on your hand, or if his hair was soft or not.

Therefore, one day, you told Sam that you were going to search for a way to become human again, to see if there was a way to undo the curse that was placed on you long ago.

You expected Sam to try and dissuade you, maybe even tell you that it would be dangerous! But...when he said that he was supportive of your efforts? To say that he would do anything to help you, and that he couldn't want to introduce you to his family once you were human and his friends? You could feel the love that you had for him grow even more.

With that future reward now dangling in front of you, encouraging you to keep moving forward and find anyway possible to acheive your humanity once more.

Nothing would keep you from finding the remedy to your curse.

Alex

You were...odd.

You arrived in Pelican Town a few weeks ago, and so far? Everyone loved you! You were strong, capable, and compassionate to everyone's needs; you were a good shoulder to cry on as well as an even better person to laugh with.

More than once has Alex experienced this himself, but as of lately? He seems to be the only one capable of admitting to himself that you were getting odder and odder. Suddenly, the town would be covered in spiderwebs as of late, weird, seeing how the town never had a spider issue beforehand.

His grandparents had complained about killing more spiders as of late, and when they were killed? They'd just reappear the next day! The only one who didn't seem to have this issue—or...well, didn't mind the issue exactly, was you.

When Alex would talk to you, you'd simply tell him to 'not worry about it' or that 'spiders remember routines! They've probably been here the entire time but are just getting confused.' Alex can't help but look at you with doubt bubbling just underneath the surface.

Especially when his suspicions only heightened when—when the leader of the Adventurer's Guild, Marlon, came down to the town one day to make an announcement.

"There are rumors of a demon in this town, one that's a spider in the disguise of a human." He said.

Safe to say, although Alex didn't have proof exactly...he just knew within his gut that it was you.

Harvey

Harvey met you during the winter. At this time, he had thought that he would have his own celebration by visiting the lake in the mountains, to see what animals would still linger despite the chill.

He thought it was already strange that he heard music on the walk there, but he chalked it up to someone playing music, having their own celebrations like he was!

He didn't know he would see you. You looked human enough, of course, wearing a long dress and all but...no gloves or shoes to keep your feet and hands warm.

No coat to either.

As he watched you walk along the thin blanket of ice that covered the surface of the lake. He had a mind to call out to you if he hadn't noticed how strange the entire situation was. Harvey kept his distance, content to observe you first before trying to talk to you! Assuming you weren't a product of his overworked imagination, that is.

When you had finally stopped wandering around on the lake and looked at him, his breath caught in his throat, you were ethereal, the beauty of ice personified.

A simple 'Hello' from him put a graceful smile on your lips. And a few more words after that only made you come closer, especially seeing as its been so long since you've been talked to! And it only made it harder for you to appear when you were only able to appear during the coldest months of the year.

But although the meeting between you and Harvey was brief, the warmth that radiated from the pleasantness of your conversation made a few hours feel like a few minutes as you spoke to one another.

For the rest of that winter, and the years to come...Harvey's heart was stolen by you, despite the influx of flu and cold-related illnesses that came with the winter months. It was his favorite time of the year.

Shane

One rainy night, he was drunk. When he spotted you, however...he thought you were an angel for a split second.

You certainly looked the part, in terms of beauty. And as he lay on the wet grass, a couple of empty glass bottles not too far from him...your gentle nature in how you petted his head and whispered soothing words into his ear only backed his assumptions up more! He never thought anyone could treat him so kindly...

Therefore, when he closed his eyes and opened them back up, only to see he was lying in bed at Harvey's clinic.

From then on? He was addicted to the kindness of that night.

He made it a point to visit every night, in that exact spot, whenever he was free to see if he could catch a glimpse of whoever it was that treated him so well that day, even if it was to just say thank you!

Weeks of this behavior passed by, and before he just about gave up and chalked up that encounter to his drunk mind playing tricks on him...one rainy night, he saw you sitting at the edge of the cliff where he was a few weeks back.

You hadn't noticed Shane until he came up to you and sat down, though...you were hardly scared when you realized he was there.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"More or less, I think I'm going to take the doctor's advice. Get some therapy and all." He answered before the two fell into a comfortable silence, the pitter-patter of the rain threatening to lull him into sleepiness. He wanted to ask who you were, where you lived, and why he hadn't seen you around town before.

Whenever someone new came to town, everyone made it a point to talk about it! But you? He doubted that someone would have forgotten to mention you. You were simply unforgettable, as he liked to put it.

But you were admittedly strange, seeing how you stared at the bottom of the cliff with a blank stare. And when he accidentally brushed his hand against you, your skin was...gooey, to say the least. As if you were covered in a slick mix of oil and soap.

"What are—" He stopped when you looked back at him with a look that screamed that you were pleading with him not to ask you anything. As if you already knew the question before he could even finish talking, and he listened to you, deciding not to utter a single word and simply remain quiet and sit with you.

Whatever you were going through, whatever you were...he didn't have to know right now. You helped him, and now he would help you, with whatever you were currently going through. Like you stopped him from doing something terribly, he'd help you all the same.