#quackity drabble

[l0qu1t44]

Alex rose slowly from his knees, his face still wet from being buried between your trembling thighs, his hands having held them apart firmly as you struggled to keep them open on your own. You were a complete mess, legs shaking, chest rising and falling in rapid gasps as you tried to catch your breath, fingers tangled in his hair, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your face was flushed, your hair damp and sticking to your forehead, lips parted, but no words came, just soft, helpless whimpers and moans spilling out as aftershocks pulsed through you. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation, your inner thighs slick with your own wetness. His lips glistening, still coated in your cum as he leaned in to press one last kiss to your sensitive clit, not breaking eye contact, making your breath hitch and your body twitch from the intensity. A needy sound escaped you, involuntary, as he moved slowly up your body, mouth trailing hot, reverent kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, across your chest, up your neck, each one making your skin shiver under his touch, until finally he reached your ear, his voice dropped into a soft murmur, full of heat and praise. “You did such a good job for me, pretty girl.” <3

[quackmiffy]

fucking him when he's sick :0

it’s so, so hot. that’s all he feels, warmth and wetness and heat.

alex reclines farther into the couch with the apples of his cheeks flushing and his hips bucking. he’s bundled up in a hoodie and sticky strands of hair are plastered to his forehead as he watches you go up, up, up and down, down, down.

“fuck me, baby. ohgod, feels so fuckin’ good, mmpf!!”

“yeah? i love riding you, ‘lex. you feel so hot, are you sure you want me to—“

“don’t stop, don’t! pleaseplease, ‘m feeling so much—ngh, better already…”

his words are punctuated with a loud sniffle as he pulls your wriggling hips closer; hips slotting together till he’s nestled deep inside you and whimpering. his mouth lazily runs over your tits, sucking on your nipples and moving you against his throbbing cock.

“ah, fuck. ‘m gonna cum like this, fuckk, baby—ohmygod. ‘m so close!”

your thighs burn as you work harder to work your cunt over alex’s dick. you’re so sloppy, barely able to hold yourself upright as you merciless bounce on his leaking tip. he goes in for a kiss, and you shake your head with an evil, knowing smirk.

“no—ugh! no kisses, remember? don’t wanna get me sick.”

“i-i can’t cum ‘nless i kiss you! please, mama, let me cum. i’m so hot, can feel ‘m gonna burst and fill you up!! please?”

he’s gleaning for a kiss and you grant his sick lips a sugary kiss. he was right, stomach flailing as he thrusts up into you before filling you with his cum. a strangled cry escapes alex as you fuck yourself back onto him with a soft smile. he goes practically boneless as he empties himself inside you; his eyes lidded, spent and exhausted.

“god, fuck. ‘m still sick, still so pent up. can we go one more time? pleaseee?…”

[stonermujer]

kissing alex all over his face and giggling so cutely :((

He’d be melting literally melting. His hands on your shoulder as you lay on top of him, focusing on his moles.

His face would go beet red when you kiss the one underneath his bottom lip.

He’d just be stringing out sweet nothings, “I love you so much” “your so pretty” over and over again

When your done he’d wrap his arms around you and hold you tight soaking in the smell of your shampoo and perfume

[i4kitty]

alexis is a virgin and it definitely shows, first bj, reader likes making alex shy, softcore smut???? sub alex, use of the name “honey”, reader is overbearing turned into caring and patient, lexis is a loverboy 🤍

sorry if there are accidents (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝)

you knew about alex’s crush on you. how could you not? his tone change and constant stuttering around you was enough to notice. you loved seeing him so nervous, it made you feel prideful that he had fallen for you so hard. but to test him even further, you invited him over to your place. innocently covering it up as just “baking cookies”.

in the kitchen, the two of you stand side by side while reviewing the recipe on your phone one last time before starting. you strategically lean over the counter to give him a provocative view of your body. without even looking you could tell he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the phone. you fake a small cough to keep yourself from smirking.

as time goes by the tension grew palpable. each accidental (purposeful) touch and lingering look from the both of you had alex feeling nervous. you could tell. as he mixed the bowl of ingredients you notice the tight grip he has on the whisk, possibly to keep his hand from shaking. youre watching him too hard. staring at his face, then his flexed arm, then the bowl infront of him then back to his face. his jaw is clenched.

“is something wrong?” your voice is laced with feigned innocence. alex glances at you and softly smiles, shaking his head.

“i can do it for you. your arm must be tired.” you place a hand flat against his chest and gently push him back. you grin as you feel his heart racing against your palm. stepping infront of him, you make sure the curve of your butt brushes against his crotch. you finish whisking for him as if nothing had happened.

you two continue to work in silence. the only sound being the rhythmic thump of a cookie cutter on dough. you were rather relaxed. sharing quality time with one of your closest friends, baking cookies and enjoying eachothers presence. on the other hand alexs mind was racing, trying to decide if he should make a move or if he was reading too much into the situation. he snaps out of it when you reach over in front of him for a napkin, your boobs rubbing against his forearm. youre so close he could smell your shampoo. or maybe thats just the scent of cookies lingering on your skin?

alex was so desperate for you. especially now. his hands began to tremble as he tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy. he could feel the heat from your body and it was driving him crazy. thats when he felt himself throb against his pants. he wondered if the smell of cookies on your skin would persist while the two of you made love. how would your hands feel on his shoulders as he filled you with his love? would you scratch? pinch? or just hold him close? would you see him as a loving partner or just another man? he escapes his thoughts when he notices you watching him.

“whats the matter? you dont look okay” you ask. voice a sultry purr. you look down, finally taking notice of the issue. he tries to hide himself with his hands, averting his eyes. you look back up at him, eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. “let me help you.” grabbing his arm and guiding him to your couch, you can feel his desperation just based off of how closely hes following you.

you sat him on the sofa and take your spot on your knees on the floor infront of him. you spread his legs apart and shuffle closer to him. now that youre in this position, the spot you’ve wanted to be in for so long, you start to feel overwhelmed. you’ve wanted this just as long as alex has and its finally time. you look up at him nervously. hes already staring down at you with an unreadable expression. but you know he’s nervous too due to him not knowing where to put his hands. cute.

you steadily unzip his pants, revealing his black boxers. his breathing is shallow, theres a feeling of pity in your heart. “are you okay? i need to make sure.” you tilt your head and look at him quizzically. “i was having fun with you before, but now it feels like youre going to melt in front of me. so are you sure?”

alex gives you a reassuring smile that you quickly return. in one swift movement you pull both his pants and boxers down to his ankles. you took his cock in your hand, feeling its warmth and the pulse of his blood under his skin. you leaned in and kissed the tip, feeling his hips lightly jerk. alex places a hand in your hair and leans back.

he moans softly, his hips reacting each time you took him deep. his hands tightened in your hair, guiding you the way he liked. theres an occasional loud groan escaping his lips. your eyes began to water a little as your throat contracts around him. but you were determined to be good for him as an apology for getting him riled up like this in the first place.

“honey,” he gasps, voice barely above a whisper. you soften at the nickname. “im gonna.. gonna cum.” due to his strained cry, your hand strokes the base of his cock faster. swirling your tongue and harshly sucking at his tip.

with a strangled moan, alex came. his body tensing. you gladly swallowed what he gave, some of it freely dribbling out of your mouth and down your chin. you kept sucking, milking every last drop out of him until he was spent and panting.

when you pull away he’s quick to clean off the excess cum on your face using the sleeve of his own sweater. you stare dead into his eyes as he cleaned your face. there’s butterflies in your stomach when you recall the domestic petname he had given you. you sit there lost in thought as alex puts his pants back on. he fixes your hair and wipes your face one last time before helping you to your feet. he’s so loving, an angel.

[g0obz]

OK DID I JUST HEAR QUACKITY MOANING AUDIO?!?!? POST IT NOW. NOW!!!!!

okay okay fine

[fairytsuk1]

no caller id | (s)

apart of maki's kinktober: the 2024 anthology

prompt: ghostface, exhibition/voyeurism, stalking

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 6.1k

warnings: scream!au, mentions of murder and violence, stalking, exhibition and voyeurisms, stockholm syndrome, friends to lovers, masturbation, phone sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, condom usage

There were few things you and Alex disagreed on. You had your moments, sure, but you were thick as thieves. Anyone and everyone could see that. You were his, and he was yours, “it’s totally not romantic, just platonic companionship!”

So, you got along well. Horror movies, though… That was one unfortunate, disagreeable thing between you two. You would go all in with the popcorn and the candy and top it off with a fuzzy blanket draped over your form. Alex would signify his leave the minute you got comfortable before acquiescing and sitting next to you, face anxious and full of fear as he sat still.

He just wasn’t the type of person to indulge in such media. That’s why seeing Alex so enthralled in the Ghostface killings happening around town was so utterly shocking. He flips his phone towards you, and you’re graced with gory crime scene photos and a news article, “Alex! I don’t wanna see that.”

Alex sighs and nods before showing you another photo as he leans across your countertops. He’d come over for a late-night study session, but after too many Celsius drinks, it was safe to say that you were not going to pass your exam.

“This happened right by your dorm! You should see, you’ve gotta stay safe with that killer out there.”

He says it in the midst of your kitchen, wearing your too-big t-shirt and too-big sweatpants. He was fretting over you. It’s so domestic, your heart squeezes at the fond way he gazes at you; he’s warmth and love that tastes like the finest wine. You couldn’t get too distracted admiring the dotted freckles on his cheeks and wisps of dark hair, no. That wasn’t platonic of you. You shake your head, “I don’t care. I just don’t wanna get freaked out by that stuff.”

Alex hums and scrolls some more. He’s withholding, and your fingers come to poke at his ribs, “what?”

“You probably don’t want to know who died then, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

You give him an incredulous look with raised eyebrows. Alex makes a face and looks away before snapping back to look at you. He hems and haws before the words slip past his lips faster than he can stand them.

“Carlos Rodriguez, ring a bell? Says here he was dismembered walking home–”

“Oh god! Stop, that’s…” horrifying.

“That was the guy you went on a date with,” he pops a grape into his mouth like it was the most casual thing in the world, “right?”

“Yeah, yeah. It was.”

He observes you for a moment. Your eyes look guilty, and he can’t place why. It makes something inside of him twinge. He’s rounding the counter in seconds and wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a protective embrace. Alex smells like warm musk, spicy with a hint of cinnamon. You instinctively curl towards him and bury your face in his neck. He was always comforting.

Alex preens when you go in for the hug, feeling your chest squish against his as he pulls you close to him, “it’s alright. He’s in a better place now! You have me; I’ll keep you safe.”

It’s a sweet sentiment. As if Ghostface would come after the two of you. You try not to hone in on his ‘you have me.’ He was considerate of your feelings and wanted to make you feel safe. Your heart pitter-patters in your chest. His hand rubs small circles on your back, and you shudder, pressing closer to his warmth.

You both stay like that. Alex keeps you enveloped within him for as long as he can, purring soft comforts into the shell of your ear. His lips brush against the sensitive skin before he picks you up into his arms and drags you to the couch. 

“Come on. It’s movie night!”

It doesn’t really leave your mind, though, even as you sidle up close to Alex while re-watching your favorite movies.

“And you’ve known Alex for how long?”

A gaggle of your friends sit around your dorm, Christina being the first to start the interrogation. It’d been a week since Carlos had been killed, and you’d been spending all your time with Alex. It was for safety, you said. It’s just so nothing happens, you reiterated. Your friends knew better.

“Five years? Six?”

“Oh my god! He wants to date you,” Imane exclaims. “It’s obvious, he buys your lunch, you guys cuddle: you just need to man up!”

“Woman up,” Noah emphasizes before sipping on his beer. “But I agree, he’s got it bad for you.”

You sit in the center with flushed cheeks, “we’re just friends, guys!”

“Friends who wanna fuck,” Christina adds with a laugh.

“But isn’t it suspicious he hasn’t made a move yet? Like, what’s he waiting for?”

“Guys, come on. He’s not bad or suspicious or anything! He’s just shy…”

You defend your man, but Noah blurts out the unthinkable. The inconceivable.

“Maybe he’s Ghostface!”

The silence was deafening against your speakers, humming a tune of bedroom pop; you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. You all pin Noah with a deep stare. How could he say that?

“That’s not funny, Noah.”

“I’m not saying anything! I’m just saying maybe he doesn’t want to date you because he’s too busy chopping up people’s bodies or something.”

“Noah! Enough,” you cry with hands covering your ears. “I’m not listening to you! I don’t want to listen to you.”

“Listennn, I like the guy. Trust-wise? He’s on my list.”

What if he was? Can you tell? You’re not sure, and you think about it for a while. There was something about the Ghostface persona that you’d initially joked about being hot, but that was before it hit so close to home. You were unsure and unsettled. Alex couldn’t be capable of something so horrid. He was your best friend and, admittedly, your crush. It just wasn’t believable.

You’re stuck in your head for the rest of the kickback. Alex had said he couldn’t come; he was “swamped with homework.” It wasn’t exactly believable since you shared a Google Calendar together: even more definitive proof of you two toeing the line between friends and lovers, a sentiment echoed by your friend group.

The sun sets into an inky black night, and your friends are filed out of the room. You’re left alone and freezing. A hot shower might do you some good. You take your time. The bathroom fills with its warm steam as you turn the knob and let your clothes drop one by one. Your phone rings. Your wrist is dampened from the brief spray of water, pulling out your arm to decline the call.

They call again, and you’re huffing as you swing your phone up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello,” a gritty voice filters through and purrs your name. “Getting ready for bed?”

You know in your heart who it is. That telltale voice, the way he repeated your name… Ghostface had asked you a question, and your legs tremble as your mouth gapes, “it’s in your best interest to answer.”

“Yes! Yes, I am,” you squeak out.

“That’s nice. I like your panties. Teddy bears? How cute.”

“How do you know that?”

Your voice is firm, yet its slightest wobble makes Ghostface chuckle. This couldn’t be happening. It was impossible. The shower drips and sputters in the background as your breathing grows heavier. It was impossible.

“Let’s play a game. Tell me your favorite scary movie.”

Unshed tears glisten in your eyes, “I don’t want to.”

“You have to. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“I don’t know! Please, I don’t–”

“I’m not gonna kill you, so just answer the fucking question, pretty girl.”

Rivulets of tears stream down your cheeks as you choke out an answer. The panic and sickening arousal courses through you. He kept complimenting you, making you feel all gooey inside, all while the threat of his power loomed over you like a fog that grew thicker every moment you stood in fear. He grew on your fear, he devoured it whole.

“I like the Chucky movies.”

Ghostface laughs, and it’s so familiar, but then he’s going from joyful to mad as he teases you over the phone.

“Ah, with the doll? Not as big of a fan of me, hmm?”

“Y-You’re scaring me,” you whisper, phone clenched in your fist. “What do you want from me?”

There’s a deep pause before he continues.

“I just wanted to play with you before bed. You should show yourself off more,” he hums and then sighs. “Enjoy the shower, pretty.”

He can’t help but add, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

Click. Ghostface hangs up, and your dreadful face stares back at you in the mirror. Were you meant to feel slick between your thighs as Ghostface lulled sweet compliments towards your body? No, it was wrong! It was so bad that you had to gnaw on your lip to prevent yourself from pressing the “call back” button.

Water streams down your forehead and nose, pooling at your feet before sliding down the drain. Your hands run through your soaked strands with a slight tremble as you sniffle, wondering if that murderer stands under a similar stream of water to watch crimson flow down the drain. You can’t get it out of your head as you towel off and slip on silky pajamas. Your heavy body sinks into the covers, and you stare at the ceiling. It’s almost on instinct for you to reach over with a huff and pull up Alex’s contact.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I can’t sleep,” you murmur as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Will you come over?”

You can hear him yawn, and you’re quick to apologize even as he waves you off, “don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Barely ten minutes pass by before a gentle knock sounds at your door. There’s a stream of light as he enters that shines and is then blown out when he closes the door behind him.

Alex tiptoes in, toeing his shoes off by the door, “I’m here.”

You’re already breathing heavily and scooting over to give him more room. Alex looks at your sleepy eyes that stare back at him in the dark, joining you and slipping under your fluffy duvet to get close to you. You aren’t touching, but you’re so damn close. You need him closer, and the need to feel his skin against yours is overwhelming your entire being.

“Can we cuddle?”

Alex adjusts with his head on his hand, arm bent, and lying on your pillow as you snuggle a little closer, “yeah. C’mere.”

A buff arm wraps around your figure, and it’s heavenly. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and inhale his freshly showered scent, making you instantly relax in his arms. Your feet tangle with his, and he lets out a soft hiss at the cool feeling of your toes against his ankles. You both fall asleep, tangled in soft breaths, and the comfort of muscle looped around you. As you dream of nothingness, it then turns into something hapless.

“...Alex?”

Your voice is dreamy and wispy. You can hardly speak out, let alone yell out. Ghostface and Alex sit facing each other, and you call louder, eyes fluttering and blurring as you draw closer. You know it’s a dream, but you can’t help but take it as fact, as reality.

“What are you doing?”

They both turn towards you, Ghostface’s mask shaped in a long, menacing grin as he tilts his head towards you. Blood starts seeping from the edges of the mask and runs down its contours as it continues staring into your soul. You turn towards Alex, horrified to see him with a sickening grin as ruby red drops splatter on his face, “what’s wrong?”

There’s no reply as they both reach for you in a desperate bid to make you join whatever fucked-up seated circle they were reveling in. Revelling. That was the reason Alex was smiling. You awake with a gasping start.

It’s hard to focus on classes, on homework, on your relationships. You’d be holed up in libraries and study rooms with your ringer on in case another killing happened. They did happen, two in the same week. You couldn’t stop thinking, wondering if he’d sweet-talked his victims before brutally shoving the knife in deep till the fight leaked out of them. Did he call them, too?

You’d have told anyone, but there was no one to tell. Your friends would encourage you to tell the police, and there was no excuse for hiding something as crucial as a phone call from Ghostface. You’d be vilified within seconds. You couldn’t tell Alex, and it wasn’t even your fault. Alex had been distant. Busy, he’d said. Liar, you bit back.

He blew you off on the days you typically get lunch. He packed his bag up quickly as he bid you goodbye. The eye bags on his face only got darker and deeper, you were feeling worried. Maybe he was just as affected by the killings as you were. Just as affected by Ghostface as you were. It was still hurtful.

It hurt even more, knowing that your heart would beat rabbit fast at the thought of him. It was clear now, crystal. You liked Alex; you only wanted Alex. You thought this was mutual. You cuddled, were close, and shared your first kiss at a dumb high school party. Maybe he didn’t feel the same or care about your crestfallen expression as he urged ahead to leave class early.

You tried to repeat to yourself that he was just busy. Though you were unaware of it in his absence, Ghostface had you right where he wanted you. Open, pliable and all his. The phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Ghostface elongates your name, and you can hear his smirk through the phone. “How are you?”

You should just hang up. You shouldn’t even entertain it, he needed to leave you alone. You press the phone closer to your ear.

“Please, stop calling me!”

“Mmm, no. I want to talk to you. Don’t deny me.”

“You just wanna talk because you’re a freak,” you retort and sit up in bed with your hands angrily fisting the sheets. “Leave me alone.”

“Freak?”

Ghostface bursts into a peal of deep laughter. It’s mocking, and you wonder if he’s watching you.

“The only freak here is you refusing to hang up the phone.”

“I-I’m not refusing! I’ll hang up right now–”

“But you won’t,” he interjects quickly. “I know you won’t.”

“And how do you know that? Maybe I’ll call the police!”

“I know you won’t do that, either.”

He’s right. You’re too stricken and impulsive, fighting every word he says with a monologue. Your teeth worry your lips as you take a deep breath, “are you watching me right now? Like in the shower?”

“Yes,” his breathing seems deeper. “I’m watching you right now. You look fantastic.”

“I’m just in my pajamas.”

“I like how they look.”

You shouldn’t indulge in this any longer. It was so wrong, and you were making yourself so vulnerable. Socked feet cross as you turn to glance out your window; there’s nothing there.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

A hand that has a mind of its own comes to the hem of your shirt. The mingled breaths between you two nearly echo on the call, and you’re slipping a hand under the cotton to touch your stomach.

“That’s a nice sight,” and there’s a rustling of fabric as he seemingly shifts positions. “What do you think you’re doing, hmm?”

“Testing you. If you were gonna kill me, you would’ve done it when I was in the shower.”

“I’m not so cliché.”

“Really? I beg to differ,” and you’re not sure where the confidence comes to set your phone down and peel your top off from your body.

Your nipples harden instantly as the cool air. You sit with your chest exposed and a rapid heartbeat, quickly putting the phone to your ear just to catch the briefest groan, “are you still there?”

“Of course. Take off your shorts.”

His command makes you hesitate. Were you really going to go through with this? Ghostface’s voice crackles in the still air, “don’t be shy.”

The drawstring is undone in seconds, loose fabric slipping down your thighs to your ankles before you unceremoniously kick them away.

“There, I did it,” you whisper as if someone was listening to your debauched call. There’s a long stretch of silence and rustling. “Hello?”

“You look really sexy like this,” he whispers in a breathy tone.

If you listen even closer, the wet squelch of him fisting his cock is obvious. Your hand starts at your collarbone and dips to squeeze your tits, “aah…!”

“Play with them, let me see.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s watching you from God knows where; your eyes slip closed as pathetic mewls escape your lips with every grope of your fingers.

“A-Ah, fuck,” you whisper before laying back to let another hand follow the curve of your sternum to the flat of your tummy. Ghostface openly moans when your manicure nails brush against your waistband. He moves his hand faster; you’re intoxicated by every ‘thwip’ of his fist as he jerks off.

“I wish I could touch,” his grunts echo, and he teases himself lewdly with his thumb running over his leaky slit. “I-I’ll fuck you so good.”

Your clit is throbbing when you finally start rubbing pathetic little circles. Writhing, your lips part to breathily whine out, “Ghostfaceee!”

“Ohmy, fuck. Put them inside. Fuck yourself, pretty.”

It’s easy to do what he says, your whole greedily sucks your fingers in deep. Your hand tweaks your nipple while your toes dig into your plush bed, “fffuck me! Oh my god, feels so good!”

“Gonna blow my load all over you—ngh, shit. I can’t wait to touch you for real. Yeah, yeah; fuck. Soak ’em for me.”

Ghostface’s rambling spurs you on, and your fingers rub right against that spongy spot that makes you convulse and gush all over your hand.

“Oh, fuuuck!”

Your face presses hard into the pillows as he cums. You could imagine his hips popping up as he came all over his knuckles. A few minutes pass, and the only thing audible is your mingling breath while you both come down from your eyes.

The phone is pressed to your ear as you eagerly ask if he’s still there.

“I am,” he says slowly. “Have a good night.”

“W-Wait!”

You call back several times, but they all go unanswered. He leaves you spoiled and naked in bed with a slick drying on your inner thighs.

The post-nut clarity left you sleepless and wondering if you had just made the biggest mistake of your life.

The guilt wears down on you like a weighted blanket; every square inch of your body can’t stop imagining the voice, and the guilt coats you in another heavy layer of shame. You try to fight back, but the fabric is never-ending, and you’re useless against its power.

You had to tell someone. Anyone. It has to be Alex; no one else needs to know anything other than him.

[you]: hey

[you]: will you come over?

[you]: need to talk to you

[alex]: be there in a few <3

The heart makes you smile. Locking your phone and setting it aside, you tug your knees to your chest in waiting. How would you tell him? More like admitting to him since you were undoubtedly hiding this fact of admiration because it was so shameful and wrong. Alex knocks lightly on your door, and your voice is shaky when you call, “come in!”

He looks calm, if a bit confused. Alex’s eyes scan you before sitting beside you on your plush bed. He always looks at you with those amber eyes that show pure devotion.

“What’s got you all wound up, huh?”

A gentle hand releases your knees from your embrace, Alex’s arm slinking past the back of your neck to cup you close by the shoulder. You tuck yourself into his side with ease. He hums for a bit, rousing you with a shake.

“Hello?”

“Sorry, it’s just… I don’t know. Something happened.”

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yes! I’m okay,” you take a deep breath, and your head tilts up to peer at him with anxious eyes. “Just don’t freak out that bad, okay?”

He doesn’t reply, only maintaining eye contact as his thumb rubs circles into your soft skin.

“Ghostface… called me. We had a conversation.”

“...What?”

He says your name with a laugh, “you probably just got prank called!”

“No, Alex. I’m serious! Please,” you grab his shirt and tug him so close that your noses brush. “I talked to Ghostface, seriously. You need to believe me.”

“How do you even know it was really him, hm?”

Oh, you knew. The telltaletelltale scratchy voice. The deep, mirthy laugh. How he coaxed you to orgasm through simple words of, “you can go harder than that; I’ve seen you.”

“I-I just know. It was him, he was stalking me.”

“Okay… so Ghostface is coming after you?”

“I don’t know what he’s planning! I guess so,” you bury your face into his beauty mark-dotted neck. “I don’t know what to do. What if he’s just waiting to kill me?”

“No way. He’d be stupid, you already told me. I’m, like, almost a witness to it.”

That was true. Now that Alex knew if anything happened… you’d have someone to back you up. You squeeze him in gratefulness.

“Then what should I do? Hire a bodyguard!?”

“I don’t think you have bodyguard money,” he teases. “But I can always walk with you anywhere, everywhere. And what if–no, never mind.”

“Alex, you need to tell me everything you’re thinking,” you urge.

He looks apprehensive, teeth tugging his lip between them to gnaw at the sensitive skin. He looks all around your room, his eyes landing on a framed photo of the two of you at an amusement park. Alex is grinning while holding a peace sign; your hair flies wildly and without abandon as the sun shines down on you two, “what if we found a way to catch him? You know, set a bait.”

Your face twists up immediately.

“Bait? I’d be the bait! This is a horrible idea–”

“Hear me out! I’d be waiting there and see if he shows up. You could make sure it’s obvious you’re alone. Ghostface comes, I tackle him, and boom! We call the police, and he’s finally gonna be held accountable.”

Alex eyes you, “what do you say?”

It was such a dumb idea. Every part of you screaming to lock the door and shut the blinds. But you don’t. Alex texts you periodically to check in, but the plan was just an unsafe waste of time for a while. But your phone rings at half past eleven.

“...Hello?”

“Hiya,” he croons your name, and your blood runs cold.

“I’m hanging up!”

“Don’t you fucking dare, or I’ll gut Alex myself.

You whimper, “I don’t want to die!”

“Then play a game with me. How about warmer or colder?”

It gives you a sickening pause. You held Alex and your own life in the palm of your hands, the threat of losing what means most to you evident. Your valued life and love would be lost through the gaps of your fingers like rivulets of clear water. You stand.

You had to be brave for both of you.

“Are you in my apartment?”

“Now, you’re playing,” and he chuckles over the phone.

A thick gulp sticks in your throat as you swallow. Something takes you to the kitchen where you peer around the corner to gaze into the yellow-lighted tiles and counters filled to the brim with your things, “colder.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

Ghostface has no reply. You move away from the kitchen, soft steps padding against the ground like a knowing prey animal. You glance at the living room, eyes scanning for a Ghostface-shaped hiding spot.

“Warmer,” his voice lulls, and he sounds so fucking amused that it makes your heart clench.

“Where’s Alex?”

Ghostface has no reply, and you frustratedly groan at him over the phone, “watch your tone.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re bratty today, hm? All wound up over Alex?”

“Just stop talking about him!”

It makes warmth spread all past your cheeks and ears. You venture forward and stare at the looming hallway before you. Finally, you registered the tremble in your knees as they knocked against each other.

“Hot.”

Your hall closet stares menacingly at you, and your stomach drops. You got to turn, but his voice commands you to stop, “freezing!”

There’s a shake in your lip as your ears fill with salty tears that threaten to spill over onto your cheeks. You blink them away and take step by step closer. Breathing grows heavy and restricted before you’re standing before the hall closet.

“You’re on fire.”

The door is yanked open forcefully, revealing beige and white towels with silk sheets. There was no one there. He lied! Only then, does Ghostface leap from your bedroom door to wrap his arms around you from behind. You try to scream, but a gloved hand slots easily over your mouth as he begins to tug you.

You kick and scream and cry like a petulant child as you fight with all your power. He doesn’t seem all that interested in your pleas. He only grunts softly as you land whack upon whack on him. However, he’s undeterred as he hoists you up like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder.

“No! No, lemme go! Let. Me. Go!”

“Come on,” he drawls your name as he lays you flat and helpless on your back against the couch.

He easily fits over you and pins your wrists to the fluff of the furniture. The two of you stare at each other, and you’re panting wildly with fear and adrenaline. Ghostface adjusts to straddle you, sinking down till his hips are flush against yours.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“A-About what?”

“Fucking me. I know you have, you wanna know how I know?”

“Yes! Yes, please, just–”

The mask is ripped away to reveal a harsh, shocking truth. It’s Alex, sweaty with matted hair that sticks to his forehead. You nearly go limp from the shock and stress as he looks down at you with pleading eyes, “don’t shy away from me, now. You weren’t like this earlier.”

“I don’t, I don’t understand! W-What’s going on, ‘lex?”

You murmur his nickname desperately, watching as he gnaws on his plush bottom lip. His lip trembles as he peers at you, his hands loosening their grip on your wrists. You wiggle a hand free and wrap it around his shoulders, your hand splaying flat against his back and holding him protectively, “but why?”

“I needed you,” he croaks. “I needed you to realize you want me.”

He starts nosing at your neck, lips planting gentle kisses on the smooth expanse of your throat. A weak whine rises and dies from your lips.

“Alex, I–wait, this is!I–”

“What you’ve been craving, right? What you’ve been needing.”

He sucks on your pulse point, and you arch lewdly into his all-encompassing black robes. He’s sticky with spit as he collides the two of you together into a heady kiss.

It’s all you’ve been wanting, but it’s all the wrong circumstances. He presses with such need into you, such desperation; your mouth slips open wider to tangle with his syrupy tongue.

“That’s it,” he huffs and lightly rocks his bulge against your sweatpants.

He’s so hard, you can feel him shudder as he presses forward again to lightly hump against you.

“Wanted to just have you all to myself.”

He joins you once again to heavily make out, both of you growing more and more eager by the second. You bury yourself within him, his hand groping your breast with a groan of satisfaction.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” Alex tugs your earlobe with his teeth. “Every time we cuddled, hugged… I just wanted to fuck you to tears.”

It makes such a hot moan escape, your toes curling as you writhe beneath him.

“Fuck, really?”

“Yes, I needed you more than I could stand!”

Alex’s hands are eager as they skim your stomach to reveal more of your glowing skin. He bites his lip in anticipation, observing as the shirt reveals your perky tits; he can’t help but latch his mouth to your budding nipple and suck.

“Oh, fuuck. Alex, shit.”

“Feels good, right? Mmm, love how these feel.”

He grins before diving in and peppering love bites and suckles along your sensitive skin. Buff arms wrap around your middle and pull you closer, teeth grazing the underside of your tit; he laves a dark mark and pulls away with a wide smirk.

You realize Alex’s clothing is still on. You’re tugging his robes up the minute your eyes are able to focus–he was a god with his tongue, and you needed it more than just toying with your boobs.

“You need to take this, ngh, off.”

“Yeah, you want it off?”

“Don’t tease me, ‘lex. I wanna see you. Not Ghostface.

It gives Alex pause, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pulls back to look at you.

“... You really mean it?”

“Yes,” you purr. “I really do.”

Alex quickly tugs off his draping outfit, sighing as his bare, caramel chest is given its glory. Suddenly, you see him for who he is. A man, a man you’re soaking your panties for. You need him like a fish needs water.

The two of you meld together like it’s all you’ve ever known. In a way, Alex is all you’ve ever known.

Your hands greedily feel him up, squishing his pecks and running your thumb over his hardening nipples. His hips pop once with a meek whimper escaping him, “I-I should be doing this to you.”

“But you’re not,” you taunt and latch your mouth to his chest and suck.

A keening whimper escapes Alex as his fingers tangle into your tresses, pushing his chest further into your tongue with a whine.

The two of you meet in a sloppy kiss, Alex pushing you onto your back as he leaves love bites down your neck. He leaves more on the other side of your breast, sucking soft, supple skin to leave bruises of remembrance.

Alex pauses, his eyes flickered to yours and a steamy gaze, “can I… Can I eat you out?”

It doesn’t feel weird, even if he’s your best friend. Your knees fall apart wider as you give a shy nod, “y-yeah. Be gentle—I’m sensitive.”

He hums and levels with your pussy. Alex’s right hand comes to entangle with yours as his breath fans over your soaked panties. You both stare in a terse, heated moment before he’s licking with the flat of his tongue.

“Ooh! Shit…!”

Alex makes it sloppy while teasing you over soaked cotton. His smirk is evident when you cry out and practically crush his hand as he laves over your swollen clit.

“You taste like candy,” he pulls your panties to the side with a groan. “And you’re so wet.”

“You’re embarrassing me—aah! Ohmygod, ‘lex!”

He dives in like a man starved, and in a way he is. Alex slurps messily at your folds, tongue swirling your creamy hole before sucking your clit into his hot, wet mouth.

Your fingers grip and tug ferociously as you grind your cunt against his face. Alex’s eyes slip closed as he loses himself in you, his adept tongue working you open.

It burns hot and white as your stomach clenches. You ride his face, and he lets you, “‘lex!! ‘M gonna cum!”

There’s a wet, inaudible groan, and Alex is pressing his tongue at your entrance and tongue-fucking you. The hot strand of pressure snaps, and you cum with a needy cry.

“Alex,” you sob out, knees squeezing his head as he helps you through your orgasm. “C-Can’t! Too much, please!—”

He pulls away with a glistening mouth and jaw. He’s so hard in just his boxers, and you can taste yourself as you bring him in for a messy kiss.

“I can’t believe I just,” you cut him off with another desperate peck, “mmf—just ate you out.”

“Don’t brag about it,” you murmur against his lips before he settles back on his haunches.

Alex starts to claim he’s not “bragging,” but you hone in on the reveal of his thick, bobbing cock after freeing it from his boxers. The fat tip smears pre-cum on his navel and your mouth waters. God, you needed him.

He fishes out a condom from his black robes, and you draw close to help roll it on. He’s hot to the touch and shivers at how your hand barely wraps around him, “thank you.”

Your hand is still on his dick as you smile up at him. Alex gives you a tender grin before motioning you to lie back. He uncoils like a snake, stretching across you to lay between your legs. His dick just barely brushes your throbbing clit, and you jump at the contact. Alex swallows and seems nervous as he grips his base.

“I-I love you,” he says. “I love you.”

The world seems to stop for a moment. You stare into the galaxy of brown amber held in his eyes.

You can hardly breathe, and you swear your heart’s crawling up your throat and about to beat past your lips. Alex’s eyes search yours for something, anything. You hadn’t realized how silent you’ve been, “I love you, too.”

Alex laughs and scoots a little closer, his cock head just barely pressing against your fluttering hole.

“God, you really made me nervous there.”

“You’re about to be inside me! I wasn’t ready for a confession…”

Alex kisses your pout away and sinks into you with a hefty groan, “holy shit.”

You’re scratching his back from the deliciously sinful way he stretches you out. With the legs looped around his hips, he starts to shallowly thrust. His dick plunge is deep and drags heavy amidst your spasming gummy walls.

“Fuck me, oh, yes!”

“Ngh,” he grunts, and his hips are hitting yours with punishing claps.

Alex makes you submit, laying there in a writhing heap as you take him in your guts. His hips angle upwards, and he’s battering your g-spot while uttering sweet nothings into your ear, “you’re such a good girl. Ah, ah, fuck; c-can’t believe I’m fucking your pretty pussy.”

Your lips are swollen red and parted as Alex fills you entirely over and over and over! You cling to him in a pathetic embrace, barely able to keep your eyes open while staccato moans fill Alex’s ear.

“Alex, I-I can’t for m-much—ooh!! Ohgod, gonna cum…!”

In between your sweaty, grinding bodies, Alex’s sneaky hand slinks down to messily rub your clit, “you’re fucking perfect.”

His voice shakes with a compliment, and his thumb presses his hard circles on your sensitive nub. It’s enough to break you down in a mix of cries and sobs as you cum all over him, “oh fuu-huh-ck!”

Alex inhales sharply, chasing his own high as your walls squeeze him during your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck. Baby, I—!!”

He lets out a whimpering squeak before burying deep and emptying his balls inside the condom. He thrusts once, twice, before collapsing down onto you with panting breaths on his lips.

You both are exhausted. Your bare foot presses against the cool plastic of his mask, and you blurt your question before you can even think.

“Did you really kill all those people?”

He doesn’t look at you, merely planting kiss after kiss on your exposed skin, “I did it all for you.”

There’s no guilt or apprehension this time. Only the way your heart sings with love.

-

“It’s hard to say whether Ghostface had help this time,” the newscaster reports. “But, it’s an ongoing reminder to lock your doors and report any suspicious activity…”

The screen goes black as Alex laughs and cuts the TV off. Your eyes trace his features, the delicate curve of his nose, and the slope of his lips; he is stunning. Neither of you speak of the mutual dried flecks of blood on each other’s cheeks.

[tokischaaaaa]

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!alex quackity x !reader

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— (smut) —

y/n had always believed in fate—at least a little.  

the idea that certain moments were meant to happen, that some people were meant to find each other, no matter the place, no matter the time.  

but fate had a sense of humor.  

because somehow, alex was always there.  

at the grocery store. at the coffee shop. in the same circles of mutual friends. and now—  

right across from her in the tiny booth of a roadside diner, fingers lazily tracing patterns on the worn tabletop, his other hand wrapped around a sweating glass of tequila.

  

"so what are you gonna do now?" she asked

he exhaled, "not sure. just driving. maybe i’ll go to the coast. see where i end up." his voice was low, thick with something unreadable.  

she tilted her head, watching him like she was trying to figure him out.  

"you always do that," she murmured.  

"do what?"  

"pretend like you’re not running from something."  

he tensed. she wasn’t wrong. but he wasn’t about to admit it.  

"i just like the road," he said instead. "besides, it’s nice being free. no expectations, no plans. just vibes."  

"just vibes," she echoed, amused.  

"mhmm." he took a sip of his drink, letting the burn settle in his chest. "what about you? still scared of commitment?"  

a slow smirk tugged at her lips. "still scared of catching feelings?"  

she sucked her teeth, shaking her head. "fuck you, alex."  

his smirk deepened. "you could."  

her breath hitched.  

and just like that, the air between them shifted.  

because it had always been this.  

the push and pull. the teasing. the endless tension stretching between them, threatening to snap.  

a game they played too well.  

but tonight—  

tonight, she didn’t feel like playing.  

she set her drink down and slid out of the booth. alex watched, brows raised, but didn’t say a word as she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the door.  

outside, the warm night air wrapped around them, thick with the scent of gravel and summer heat. the parking lot was nearly empty, just the soft hum of streetlights buzzing above them.  

"where we going, bonita?" his voice was all honey and sin, teasing, testing.  

"somewhere we can be alone," she answered, unlocking her car.  

he climbed into the passenger seat without hesitation, settling in like he belonged there.  

maybe he did.  

maybe he always had.  

---  

the motel room smelled like cheap soap and something vaguely floral. the sheets were stiff, the glow of the neon sign outside painting everything in flickering shades of red.  

y/n barely had time to lock the door before alex had her pinned against it.  

his hands hot against her hips. his breath warm against her neck

"you sure about this?" he murmured, lips grazing her skin.  

she should think about it. should consider what it meant.  

but all she could think about was the way his hands felt on her, the way her skin burned under his touch, the way her body ached for something she had spent too long pretending she didn’t want.  

"shut up and kiss me," she whispered.  

he did.  

and fuck—  

it was good.  

alex’s lips crashed against hers, hot and hungry, like he’d already memorized every little thing that made her weak.

his big hands slipped under her shirt, rough fingertips brushing over her bare stomach, sending a shiver racing up her spine.

she fumbled with his belt, yanking it loose and shoving his jeans down in a hurry.

he didn’t waste time either, scooping her up and plopping her onto the dresser. a cheap lamp clattered to the floor with a dull thud.

“careful,” she said, half-laughing, her breath already shaky.

“don’t start with me,” he shot back, his teeth grazing her jaw in a quick, teasing nip.

she giggled, but it turned into a sharp gasp when his fingers slid between her thighs, pressing right where she was already soaked. her hips jerked toward him, chasing the pressure.

“damn, you’re dripping,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, like gravel.

“yeah, yeah,” she huffed, rocking against his hand. “hurry up already.”

he chuckled, a deep, dirty sound that made her stomach flip. “you sure you’re ready?”

“alex, if you don’t—” she started, but he shut her up with a kiss—hard, messy, and full of tongue.

mid-kiss, he lined himself up and pushed inside her, slow and steady.

his thick cock stretched her wide, filling her up inch by inch until she felt every bit of him throbbing deep inside.

her head tipped back, a soft moan slipping out as her body adjusted to his size.

he froze for a second, staring into her eyes, his breath hot against her face.

“look at you,” he said, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip.

“so fucking pretty like this.”

“alex,” she grumbled, squirming a little. “move.”

he grinned, that cocky smirk she secretly loved, and pulled out just to slam back in—hard.

he set a steady pace, each thrust deep and controlled, his fat cock dragging against her walls in a way that made her toes curl. sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temples as he kept going.

“you’re always rushing me,” he teased, his voice rough but playful.

“just let me take care of you.”

her fingers twisted in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as she squeezed around him. “then do it, damn it.”

he groaned, low and wrecked, and that’s when he really let loose. his thrusts got harder, faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the dresser against the wall.

his thick manhood stretched her pussy tight, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her thighs clamped around his hips, trembling as heat built up inside her, coiling tighter and tighter.

“I got you,” he panted, pressing his sweaty forehead to hers. “come on, baby, let go.”

that was it.

her whole body shook, back arching off the dresser as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.

pleasure hit her in waves, leaving her gasping and dizzy. alex wasn’t far behind—he thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning loud against her neck as he spilled inside her.

she felt the hot rush of his cum, thick and sticky, coating her insides.

for a moment, it was just them breathing hard, the hum of the neon sign buzzing outside, and a car rumbling by in the distance.

alex didn’t pull away. he stayed right there, his forehead resting on her shoulder, hands gripping her waist tight like he couldn’t let go.

his cock softened inside her, still twitching faintly, and a slow trickle of their mixed juices leaked out, dripping down her thigh onto the dresser.

she didn’t mind.

and for once, she didn’t want him to move either.

---  

morning came too fast.  

the sheets were tangled, the room was still dim, and alex was warm against her back, his arm draped over her waist.  

she should leave. should slip out before he woke up.  

but then his fingers brushed over her hip, slow and lazy.  

"stay," he murmured, voice thick with sleep.  

her breath caught.  

he never asked her to stay.  

but maybe—  

maybe it was time she did.  

~ fin

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tokischaaa hablas: this might be the first smut that im actually proud of ... , anyway heres a song i thought of while writing this :)

[itzamoe]

Cuddling

Cuddling with Alex was mostly all fun and games in the beginning, constantly throwing your own ass against his crotch whenever you were the little spoon or purposely grasping his when you were the big spoon. Either way, it'll begin with giggles and playful banter and then it gets more peaceful as you guy lay in comfortable silence.

Being little spoon makes you feel safe, having Alex's arms hold you close and tight while hearing him breath. Sharing the warmth under the sheets.

Although being big spoon was great too, you got to hold him feel his warmth while giving him your own. Taking in his scent as you subconsciously feel his chest enjoying the rhythmic beats of his heart against your palm.

[fagckity]

quackity x ftm reader

Stress Relief

you and alex have been dating for almost 2 years, and you finally managed to move together.

alex isn’t a very social guy, he likes having time alone for himself, so even tho you two sleep together, your offices were separated so you could have time alone during the day.

Alex was usually the one who got stressed out the most, different projects, either done by him or his friends, or some hateful comments. When he was stressed you were the most loving boyfriend in world and you made sure he felt good. Sometimes you would blow him so that all the stress would go away at that moment, or maybe ride him.. anything to make him feel good.

But these days there were a lot of things that were stressing you out, uploading videos and college, and it was all overwhelming you. Alex notice that you weren’t being that excited about anything anymore, you used to yap about your day at night before you two went to sleep, but this last days, he just found you sleeping before your usual bedtime.

After realizing this, Alex had an idea. He decided to finish work earlier that day so he could at least awake at night.

he went to your shared room and he find you laying the bed looking at your phone.

You had dark circles under your eyes and visually you were overwhelmed by stress, Alex let out a giggle and hugged you from behind letting out a chuckle. He started kissing your neck and making you drop your cell phone. You were tired so you blurted out a rather cold reply, "What do you want...?" - you growled, Alex started to bite and suck your neck a little harder, until you couldn't be upset anymore, you just let yourself go.... 

And from one moment to the next he was on top of you completely naked as he pulled down your pajama shorts and put your legs over his shoulders. Before you could say anything he said a sweet “shhh príncipe stay still I will be gentle okay?” — and you nodded, giving him consent to keep going.

He started thrusting slowly in and out of your sloppy and wet cunt, alex noticed how it was squeezing him in and oh god it felt amazing for both you. — “oh my god..- I forgot how wet you can be chiquito.. puta madre..” — both of you were feeling amazing, Alex started going quicker than before and also started rubbing your clit trying to make you cum.. which was weird cause he always wanted the moment to last.. but you didn’t complain.

after a few minutes you couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a pathetic moan “Alex.. I.. I am close.. fuck..” — he nodded, he was also a moaning mess, as if he was the one getting fucked. — “me too baby.. oh my god..” — you came first, and quickly after that, Alex came inside you.

He pulled out, and thought it was over, you were panting and trying to take deep breaths until you felt him thrust inside again.. this time with no time to adjust, he just started thrusting at the same quick pace he had literally one minute ago. It was too much for you. — “Ale.. I can’t..” — you whimpered, he laughed between breaths and said — “shh don’t worry, I know you can. I just need to make sure to fuck every little stressing thought out of that pretty little brain okay?” — you could just moan and nod as a response, the feeling was amazing but it was a bit overwhelming. — “Good boy.” — he said.

this continued for hours, or at least you felt like it. You have lost the count of how many times he made you cum, you weren’t even thinking anymore, you were dumbfounded by his cock to the point you could only mumble non sense. Alex was definitely good in what he is doing, and it felt amazing.

You two finally couldn’t do anything more, both of you were tired, Alex gently pulled out and kissed your head. Carrying you to the bathroom and cleaning you up, at that moment you were just saying incoherent things and Alex was laughing at it as he took good care of you, like the amazing boyfriend he is. ———————-

This is my first post omg, I have this thing written since probably last week but I was embarrassed to create an account to share my delusional latenight thoughts.

it’s 8pm in London and it’s really cold aaa

[nikaizkool]

Quackitys the typa guy to overstimulate you until you (safley) pass out. I know for a fact he'd make fun of you for passing out too😭

I’d let him to 😻🙏

He’d be eating pussy so good to man literally making you cum over n over until he pulls away and lets you relax for like 5 minutes then goes back at it man 😻😻😻🤓🤓🤓👆

[narcisokim]

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NSFW ALPHABET QUACKITY

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I tried to make it as neutral as possible, but I think I got lost in the end.

It has not been reviewed so feel free to let me know of any errors!

A ⥤ Aftercare

Se ele fosse o dominante: Ele seria tão romântico e fofo, beijando todo o seu corpo marcado, sussurrando palavras doces como "Você foi excelente, você recebeu tudo o que eu te dei tão maravilhosamente, mi amor". Ele preparará o banho para você à luz de velas, com a dose certa de aromaterapia, e se juntará a você se você insistir. Então, ele oferecerá uma massagem onde dói e, em seguida, te deitará de bruços, acariciando seus cabelos e costas até você adormecer.

If you were the dominant one: When you're done with him, he'll fall flat on the bed, he expects you to take care of him, of course he knows you're not going to carry him around, but he's just a baby who was mistreated and now wants to rest in the arms of his beloved, he wants cuddles, and will moan in a cute way if you decide to give him a massage, he wants to be cleaned with a cloth and will wait patiently you change the sheets, and then he will settle on your chest while being caressed, and then he will sleep patiently.

B ⥤ Body Part

In your partner: He loves your thighs too much, loves to bite, squeeze while driving, give you some spanking and cute kisses before offering you a nice blowjob.

On Himself: He never stopped to think about it, but if he had to choose, it would definitely be his hands, because they are big compared to his and he likes how the print of his hands looks on his hips.

C ⥤ Cum

Man: Always inside, unless you're giving him a blowjob then it would be in your face or throat.

Woman: If you were on birth control it would be inside, if not, on your breasts or thighs (your face is also an option).

D ⥤ Dirty Secret

Bondage and Voyeurism

He wants to be tied up, he wants you to tell him what he should and shouldn't do, he'll be a brat just for you to tame him later, he wants to cum multiple times in your hand or pussy or be denied orgasm because he was a bad boy. (Can I already tell he'd like to get fucked or is it too early?)

E ⥤ Experience

None, but he took it upon himself to learn for you, if you were already experienced, you would be his teacher, and he is a great student cough* role play cough* what??

F ⥤ Posição Favorita

shoulder leg and missionary, he likes to go deep inside you, cow girl is also an option ^^

G ⥤ Goofy

A complete goofball, he likes to make you laugh and tickle you. He also tells jokes, but not all the time so as not to ruin the mood. If something funny happens like his dick casually slips out of your hole while you're riding him, he makes a stupid comment about how you run away from him. he's do silly

H ⥤ Hair

He doesn't have much hair, he just leaves it there, but if you're bothered by it he'll shave it all off. He doesn't care much about your hair but he expects you to keep it clean.

I ⥤ Intimacy

He was very shy when you first started dating - I like to think you proposed - he gives you quick kisses on the cheek, shyly holds your hand and blushes heavily when you put your hand on his thigh, but as time goes by he gains confidence, and he becomes very good at it, you are intimate even in the smallest things, he wouldn't mind if you burped in front of him and you don't mind when he casually brings up sex over breakfast, like "Hmm by the way, I saw this really cool position online, let's try it out later, okay? >⁠.⁠<.

J ⥤ Jacking Off

God, he's been a pervert since before you guys started dating. He masturbated all the time, before a live, after a live, in the shower, before bed, after breakfast, after the gym, always! Now that you're dating... nothing has changed, he's still a pervert, but now he's yours, he takes pictures and videos and sends them to you with a sexy caption 'we miss you carinõ ' He also masturbates in the bathroom while you're in the room on purpose so you'll hear and go help him, he's a baby.

K ⥤ Kinks

Role Play

Teacher and student, doctor and patient, puppy and owner, boss and secretary, attendant and client, mafia boss and unsuspecting girl, and the list just keeps growing.

Orgasm control

Whether you or him are in charge, he loves it. He likes to cum over and over again and feel like playdough in your hands or he likes to hear himself beg to cum, but he won't let you any time soon.

Degradation and worship

You are his queen, and he is just a servant, he wants to worship you completely and in any way you prefer, he can also be a dominant but he would not degrade you, he is too fine for that.

Age Play

He likes to act like he's your baby sometimes, but that's between us, okay?

Thigh sex

Just yes.

L ⥤ Location

House, he's already fucked you on every surface in that place, if your male friends knew, they'd stop touching anywhere in the house.

M ⥤ Motivation

You, you could be laughing on the phone talking to a friend while he plays on the couch next to you, he'll drop the controller and start stroking himself until you realize and hang up the phone.

N ⥤ No

Sharing or actually hurting you is a no for him

O ⥤ Oral

He is a complete giver, he likes to feel your cute little mouth around his cock, but nothing compares to you on top of him while he tastes you, he loves your taste and can spend hours being used as a chair by you.

P ⥤ Pace

Fast and wet, he uses a lot of lube because he doesn't want to hurt you, but he goes extremely fast, sometimes he can go slow if he's feeling romantic, but normally he goes all out on you.

Q ⥤ Quickie

He is a 50/50 liker but, it is not what he enjoys the most, he loves a long and enjoyable sex session with you, but if you ask he is open to helping you with great pleasure.

R ⥤ Risks

He doesn't like risks very much, he's very reserved, but maybe some sex in the car, s if the car is properly covered and private.

S ⥤ Stamina

I think he has a very high Stamina, he is young and strong, he would last three rounds of 20 minutes, with small breaks, if you were still in the mood he would just put you to sleep and I would wake you up with oral.

T ⥤Toys

Blindfolds, ropes, handcuffs and vibrators are only for special days, on normal days he doesn't use them, but he has an extensive collection, from before you two started dating and he intends to buy more toys.

U ⥤ Unfair

Very unfair, he will tie a satin ribbon around you, tying you to the headboard, he is the only one with clothes on, he will kiss your body, occasionally he will suck your boobs, kiss your thighs, caressing your body, until he finally pulls you face down and fucks you hard.

V ⥤ Volume

Oh my God, give this boy a microphone or a gag. Don't shut up for a second, if you're in control and he's getting on your nerves, don't be afraid to cover his mouth or give him a little spank (he'll cum immediately if you choose the second option)

W ⥤ Wild Card

His friends have caught he masturbating and taking pictures for you, they will never forget it.

X ⥤ X-ray

I think he would be well above average - that's what everyone says 🙄 - but he gives off that above average dick vibe, so my verdict is 17 cm

Y ⥤ Yearning

Relatively tall, he wants to fuck you every day, even if he is tired or it is just oral sex he loves to touch you and be touched.

Z ⥤ Zzz

After all the aftercare, he whispers words of love, tells you how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you, even if you are asleep, he "talks" to you until he falls asleep.

Notes:I ALSO WANT TO RECEIVE ORDERS, DON'T BE SHY MY LOVES 😫

[l0qu1t44]

Beneath the Rain

fluff, comfort

word count: 784

versión en español

The first drop hit your cheek like a warning. Then came the downpour.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, glancing up at the suddenly darkened sky.

Before you could even react, Alex grabbed your hand, pure instinct.

“Come on! Hurry up!” he shouted over the rain, tugging you with him as you both broke into a sprint, laughter bubbling out between gasps.

You ducked under the narrow overhang of a closed shop, hearts pounding, lungs burning, both of you completely soaked through. It was pointless now, but Alex still pulled off his drenched jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders like a shield.

You gave a breathy laugh, looking down at the soggy fabric. “I don’t think that’s gonna help.”

He grinned, that familiar lopsided smile that always managed to make you smile back.

“It’s the thought that counts.”

You smirked. “What a gentleman. Glad to know chivalry’s still alive.”

His grin softened, eyes lingering on you for a beat too long. Then, slowly, he reached out and tucked a soaked strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers stayed there a second longer than necessary, brushing lightly against your skin. The touch sent a shiver down your spine.

You looked up, meeting his eyes. And something shifted.

The laughter faded. The teasing melted into something quieter, deeper. You both stood there, silent, listening to the rain and the wild thrum of your own hearts, eyes locked like you were trying to figure out what this moment meant.

You weren’t sure when the space disappeared. One second, you were standing a foot apart, the next, your faces hovered inches from each other. His gaze flicked down to your lips, just for a second, and you swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper.

“What are you doing?”

He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, his fingers now tracing the curve of your jaw with careful curiosity. “I have no idea.”

The distance between you faded completely as you leaned in, neither of you really realizing it until his lips brushed yours. Just a light, tentative kiss, like a question.

But the answer came quickly.

And then it deepened. Hungrier, needier, like you’d both been holding something in for too long. One of his hands found your waist, the other tangled in your hair as he gently backed you up against the cool glass of the shop window. You melted into him, into the warmth of the moment, even as the cold rain poured around you.

When you finally broke apart, your breaths came fast and uneven, cheeks flushed, lips tingling. You stared at each other, eyes searching, but this time, it was different. Like something had clicked into place.

He gently ran his fingers along your jaw again, almost like he couldn’t stop touching you.

“I think I like you,” he murmured, voice barely audible.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your forehead resting lightly against his.

“You think?”

He laughed too, sheepish, and the tension broke just enough to let in a little lightness again.

You stayed like that for a moment, foreheads touching, grinning like idiots.

Then your smile softened.

“I think I like you too.”

His smile lit up instantly, relief spreading across his face.

“So… what should we do now?” you asked, your voice gentle, still catching your breath.

He hesitated, then spoke with quiet sincerity.

“Whatever you want. But… I wanna try. I wanna make this work. I wanna make us work.”

You blinked, a little surprised by how serious he sounded. Then you let out a small laugh.

“I meant, how are we gonna get home.”

But your voice softened. “But yeah… that sounds nice too.”

He gave a short, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Right. Yeah. That too.”

Then, without letting go of your hand, he stepped back out into the rain, water already plastering his hair to his forehead, a small smirk on his face.

“I’ll race you.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re gonna get sick.”

But his grip tightened just slightly, his thumb brushing comfortingly over your skin. His eyes met yours, steady and warm.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

And in that moment, with your fingers intertwined and the world around you soaked and spinning, you believed him.

You sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection, finally giving in. A smile tugged at your lips as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Okay, fine.”

His face lit up, his grin stretching wider as he gave your hand a playful tug. And just like that, the two of you were running again, laughing, soaked and breathless, but not letting go of each other.

Not even for a second.

<3

[quackmiffy]

he responds to a instagram reply and start fucking

alex hitting your line<3

it was a drunken mistake a stupid, thoughtless, utterly humiliating mistake. you’d known alex for some time, privy to his streams and his attitude. he was cute—sexy, and funny. you really liked him.

so it was when he posted a scandalous, bare shoulders in view selfie; you had to respond.

“you should come over and show me how strong you really are,” and you’re giggling as you send the message.

only, to your horror, a “SEEN” message pops up. your jaw goes slack and your stomach drops as you can’t look away from the burbling chat bubble popping in and out.

“you in cali?”

a squeal as you quickly type your response, “yeah, i am!”

a few minutes go by, and you worry you were overly eager in your reply.

“i’m down to show you.”

you hadn’t expected to be dicked down that very same evening, but alex had good dick. he paid for your uber to his place, and promptly indulged you in a tad more wine and a hand on your thigh.

“wanted to feel how strong i am, hmm? well, how’s this?”

your face is in the pillows, hair messily splayed out as alex fucks into your sopping cunt. his hand winds in your hair to pull you back against his throbbing cock, groaning as your walls squeeze him so tightly he could cum then and there.

“ohfuck, alex, fuck me!! feels good, ohgod, feels so good!”

“yeah,” he grunts with hands gripping the fat of your hips, eagerly tugging you back to meet his thrusts. “fuck, you look so sexy under me like this. back arched, drooling, you’ve been needing this; haven’t you? oooh, god, this pussy needed me.”

you cry out when alex hunkers over you to punish you with hard thrusts, the bed shaking and creaking under his immense effort. you hadn’t expected alex, QUACKITY, to fuck you into his mattress, but you were sure as hell glad to be in the position you were in.

it’s when his hand reaches around to messily rub at your clit do you lose focus, arms collapsing and lips moaning into the sheets. “yes, yes!!! ohmygod, alex, gonna cum so hard. ohgod, wait, fuck—“

“no waiting, wanna feel you here and now, baby,” and he’s pinching your clit with a wicked grin. “gonna cum all over my cock, huh? i can feel how much you want it, that’s it, just let go for me.”

he croons into your ear as you squirt all over him, the liquid soaking the towel underneath your joined hips as you spasm with ecstasy. alex keeps up the pace, stretching your walls and feeling every delicious squeeze of your cunt.

your hips buck, and you’re so… slutty as you back yourself up against him; tears in your eyes as you turn to glance at him. “wanna feel your cum, want you to breed me.”

“yeah? you want me to cum inside? are you suuuure?”

he drags out the word with a lazy smirk, hips shallowly moving in and out of you. your lip tucks out in a pout as you nod, sniffling and whining for his fat tip to spear your insides once more.

“alright,” he hums, a hand massaging the meat of your ass. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum so fast ‘cause of you. you just feel too good.”

he picks up the pace, balls tightening and cock throbbing inside you as he bucks up into your tight hole. he’s let go now, whimpering and biting his lip, sweat dripping down his neck as he ravished you.

he thrusts once, twice, before cumming with a deep groan that leaves shudders coursing through you; he cums hard and fills you to the brim, so much so that his cum leaks out your twitching hole, running down your thigh.

alex is barely coherent as he breathes deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls his soft cock from your folds. “holy fuck, that was…”

you’re just as exhausted, only able to nod in reply.

“hey, don’t tell anyone about this, yeah? that way i can keep fucking you good, you can keep quiet for me, can’t you?”

[stonermujer]

Texts I think Alex would send you

Happy late Valentine’s Day!!

[i4kitty]

Headcanons for chubby Quackity 😔😔

yess!!!!

chubby!alex likes that its easy for him to form muscle, referring to his big manly biceps that he is very proud of. he likes his thighs aswell for that exact same reason! (he had me foaming at the mouth during that crumbl cookie stream…) i also think he has a horizontal belly button because of his chubby tummy ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ he’d have his moments of self-consciousness but of course you’ll always be there to reassure him that he is perfect the way he is !! ᰔ

if youre smaller than him he’ll like it because he’ll see you as someone he’d want to protect. not only that but he *loves* when you wear his clothes, especially his merch. he almost never feels normal about it. he’s always horny when you wear anything thats his because the size difference turns him on to a gigantic extent.

[g0obz]

doin it

jerkin it