#alcide herveaux fanfiction

[blackleatherjacketz]

Primal

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Summary: You call Alcide to help with your frozen pipes, but he stays to unthaw more than that.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Handyman trope, Flirting, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Primal Instincts, Scenting, Scent Kink, Werewolf Stuff (You Know), Hair-Pulling, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

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“Next time don’t wait for your pipes to freeze before you call me, okay?” Alcide finishes up his work and slowly steps toward you as he tosses the dish rag into the sink.

You can’t remember feeling this strongly about someone so quickly, wanting to touch someone based on mere sight alone after he first gave you that half-cocked grin from across the room, but there was something about him that sparked something primal, something… animalistic deep inside you. You’ve spent countless nights dreaming about what it might feel like to be held in his arms, to crash into him and bind yourself to him in any way possible. But his phone number had burned a hole into your pocket for days, your pride getting the best of you until the universe finally pulled you two together by freezing your pipes until they actually burst, causing a minor flood in your kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper, breaking your stunned silence as his breath is suddenly warm against your cheek and his fingers are playfully snaking their way into your belt loops.

You hold your breath as his nose gently brushes against yours, teasing the promise of a kiss that you’ve both been secretly hoping for after all this time. You allow him to pull you in closer, the heat between you now undeniable as his natural scent quickly surrounds you in an intoxicating haze of pent up desire that neither of you had the courage to act upon until now.

“Yeah.” He looks at you with those dangerously dark eyes, pressing a kiss into your cheek just above your mouth before it finally lands where he intended, his full lips pressing needily against yours as his other hand finds its way up into your hair.

His kiss is like honey, comforting and sweet as it graces your lips before hitting your tongue as his grip on your hair tightens. You close your eyes and breathe him in, getting lost in notes of freshly cut wood and bergamot as he backs you up against the kitchen counter, nearly knocking your head against one of the cabinets. You hold onto his waist as the warmth of his body transfers onto you, permeating through his skin and clothes as his mouth gets more desperate, tasting your lips with a groan so deep that it rumbles in his chest and vibrates against your own.

A more feral side of you begins to rise to the surface, blinding you to all logic and reason as the desire, no… the need to have his bare skin pressing against yours outweighs the necessity for anything else. You part your lips even further to taste him, to allow his tongue inside your mouth as he spreads the flavor of bitter coffee and whiskey all over your tastebuds. You grasp at him in order to get more, your palms sliding up beneath his flannel shirt as they smooth over the warming muscles rippling across his back in a hurried fervor.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he whispers, reading your mind by pulling his shirt off over his head as he breaks your kiss, tossing it behind him before pressing his lips to your skin again. His hands are back on you in a flash, squeezing your shoulders, arms and waist before finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward in return.

“Then why didn’t you fucking call me?” You lift your arms as he disrobes your top half, all but ripping it to shreds in the process before it falls to your feet. You moan into his mouth as you work to undo your bra, his calloused fingers scratching your skin as they begin to fumble with the button and zipper of your jeans.

“Phone works both ways, Princess.” He grunts as you undo his belt and rip it out of its loops, tossing it onto the pile with the rest as he pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Didn’t want to come off too strong.”

“Uh-huh.” You step out of your clothes and gasp as he grabs onto your hips, lifting you up off your feet and onto his waist. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your mouth, holding onto you tightly as he carries you around aimlessly, bumping into the trash can and chair before reaching the kitchen table and finally tossing you down onto it.

His jet black curls fall in front of his eyes as he leans over you to inhale your scent, pressing his nose into your pulse points as his lips taste the skin on top of them. His hands hold you down by your wrists as he lets your pheromones consume him, his trail of sloppy kisses moving down your neck and clavicle until he reaches your armpit. You never knew what an erogenous zone that area could be until he raises your arm to get deeper into it. Shockwaves of bliss shoot down your spine as he kisses the sensitive skin of your axilla, all but licking it clean. Your breath stifles as goosebumps prickle the flesh along your lymphatic system as he practically drinks in your scent, sighing as he greedily fills up his lungs with your essence.

“Fuck, you smell amazing, you know that?” His eyes flash a gold hue as he glances up at you, that half-cocked grin returning to his lips as he moves his mouth down your body, kissing your breasts and navel before getting onto his knees between your thighs.

He groans out loud as he tastes you for the first time, taking in your strongest scent and flavor as he refuses to stand on ceremony by dining on your flesh like a ravenous wolf. His hands move up your torso as your back arches in response, mapping the hills and valleys of your body as it instinctively keens into his mouth, as if it has any other choice.

“Alcide,” you whisper, letting your fingers move those curls up and away from his forehead as you watch him devour you, that gold tone in his eyes seeming to glow more intensely as he licks a slow stripe up your length with pride.

You try to control your breathing as he refuses to answer you, merely growling in response as those vibrations move through his lips and tongue into your clit, stimulating it like no one else has been able to do before. You hear him laugh as he notices you quaking in pleasure with each flick of his tongue and brush of his nose as they send deeper, more intense shocks of pleasure up into your core, one right after the other. This has never happened to you so quickly, but you can feel them stacking on top of each other, climbing higher up your spinal column until they finally reach your brain in an earth shattering explosion of ecstasy. It rocks its way through you, falling down your body like an avalanche as you feel the pleasure tumbling down where his mouth refuses to relent until it crumbles out of your extremities, dissolving into your very toes and fingernails.

You pull on his hair as the tremors of euphoria become too much, trying to get him off of you, but instead he doubles down. He growls again, only this time it’s deeper as he pulls your thighs tightly onto his shoulders, turning his head from side to side to send you into convulsions as he smears his face with the fruits of his labor. Your head falls back onto the kitchen table, your hands letting go of his hair to cover your own mouth as you scream his name again and again. His insatiable mouth sets you up again, bringing you to the edge of another tsunami of bliss as his spit mixes with your juices before dripping down your cheeks and onto the tile floor of your kitchen.

“You taste even better.” He finally speaks as he brings himself to detach from you, shoving his pants down past his knees before stepping out of them.

“Thanks. You’re really fucking good at that.” You whisper breathlessly as you watch him remove his pants, trying not to gawk too hard at what he’s working with. “Jesus.”

“Thanks.” He smirks again and kisses your lips, letting you taste what drove him so crazy down there as he strokes himself in the process, brushing the tip of his dick over your extremely sensitive bud before finally pushing all the way inside. He stares into your eyes as he glides into you, chuckling as your mouth falls open while he bottoms out against your soaking wet thighs.

“Mmm, Alcide,” you mumble into his mouth as your slick walls expand to envelop him without any effort, as if your body was specifically designed to always take him in this way.

His hands grasp onto your ass as he thrusts into you, pulling you closer to him as the legs of the table screech across the floor, barely loud enough to cover up the sound of your moans as he drives himself in at just the right angle. You can’t believe that he’s this talented, that a man so big and handsome actually has the skills to back up his intoxicatingly good looks, but here he is. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he deepens his kiss, grunting into you as the sweat begins to drip down his face, the width of his cock passing over that bundle of nerves again and again. Faster and faster each time, he triggers that chemical reaction deep within you, setting your skin on fire as you feel the table beneath you begin to sway with each frantic trust up into your viscera.

Your smooth muscles clench down around him in your blissful fit of frenzy as you wrap your legs around the small of his back as his pace increases, growing more sporadic. He grunts and growls more loudly as you hold him in close so you can feel him twitch and sputter his release inside you, the two of you now convulsing in perfect unison as your shared orgasm rips its way through you. It tears you apart and brings you together at the exact same moment that the table beneath you finally gives way, falling backward onto the floor as Alcide collapses on top of you.

“Shit. I can fix that.” Alcide kisses his apology into your lips as the shock from the fall is barely cushioned by the afterglow of your carnal high, your body unable to feel any pain just yet as he pulls the rest of the way out of you.

You laugh in utter shock and disbelief, deciding to stay there with him on top of your dilapidated kitchen table. “I’mma hold you to that.”

[throwmethroughawindow]

i feel like I’m going crazy. I joined the True Blood train way too fuckin late in 2024 but now that I’m here I want to consume fanfiction and there’s fucking NONE!?!?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY A SHOW WITH NO FANFICTION!!’

I just wanna read about Eric falling in love w us or alcide getting someone better than debbie!!!

I HATE SOOKI!!!

HUH!!’🤨🤨🤨😫😫😫😫😫‼️‼️‼️‼️

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Homesick

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x Reader 

Warning: Homesickness, True Blood vampire/werewolf mentions

Word Count: 682

Summary: When Alcide’s girlfriend gets homesick around the holidays, he uses his day off to make a special surprise for her when she gets home.

A/N: Not sure how big of a following Alcide has on here, but who wouldn’t want to be cuddled by him in a blanket fort in the living room? Enjoy!

Alcide could practically smell his girlfriend’s depression. She was from the north, where they got snow and what she insisted was “actual” cold days this time of year. He could tell she missed it, missed her family, but her job with Northman meant that she had to stay in town for the holidays. 

“Next year, babe,” he promised as they snuggled in bed in the early morning hours, “You’ll be out of debt to that fanger and we’ll spend the whole winter up north if you want. Get a little cabin on a lake or something.”

“Think you can handle negative temps, Southern Boy?” she teased, tracing his bare chest, stoking his fire.

“Eh, that’s what the wolf is for.” 

She had laughed, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Alcide had the day off, and he needed to bring her smile back. So after making her breakfast and kissing her goodbye, he started brainstorming on what he could do for her, some sort of surprise to ease her homesickness.

And by god, if he hadn’t made a damn good surprise for her. 

He turned the AC down as low as it would go, hung up fairy lights, and had spread fake snow all over the living room, but the piece de resistance was the Most Epic Blanket Fort he’d ever made. He’d co-opted some of his construction sawhorses and clamps to support the blankets, every pillow in the house was on the floor, and he had queued up her favorite Christmas movie on the TV. He’d even sprung for the fancy peppermint hot cocoa mix he knew she loved and whipped cream to go on top. 

“What…Alcide? What…did you do?” her voice rang out from the foyer and Alcide spun around. Her eyes sparkled in the fairy lights, her jaw dropped in a wide smile.

Bingo, Checkmate, and Yahtzee.

“I wasn’t expecting you so soon!” 

“I got done early. What is all this?” She asked, joining him in the living room and taking in the surprise. “Why is it so cold?” 

He wrapped a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, planting a kiss on top of her head. 

“I knew you were sad you couldn’t go up north for Christmas, so I thought I’d bring the north down to you. We got snow,” he led her through the living room and kicked some of the fake snow, “and I cranked up the AC as cold as it could get, and you remember that cabin we’re gonna get next winter?”

She laughed, taking it all in with the wonder of a young child at christmastime. “I can’t believe you did all this!”

“There’s even hot cocoa in the kitchen. Figured we’d order some take out, snuggle up in our cozy blanket cabin, and watch christmas movies until we fall asleep.”

Without warning she leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, wrapping her arms around his neck as well and pulling herself into his chest. Dampness started to soak through the shoulder of his t-shirt and he stroked her hair while she quietly cried.

“I just��you’re so incredible. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he pulled back to look in her teary eyes, pushing her hair out of her face as he wiped the tears away, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alcide. Thank you.”

He kissed her cheek and set her down on the pillow mountain inside the blanket fort. “I’m gonna go get the cocoa, you start the movie.”

She snuggled down and nodded, watching as Alcide left the room. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her, and after the absolute shit day she had at work this was exactly what she needed. Even if they didn’t get the cabin up north like he said they would, she thought that the blanket fort was a pretty damn good substitute, as long as Alcide was the one sitting next to her inside it.

[multifandomfanfiction]

Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 12

TITLE: Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 12 PAIRING: No Pairing (For now) RATING: M CHAPTER: 12/? SUMMARY: Eleanor “Elle/Ellie” is a human girl raised by vampires. Godric and his nest to be exact. She was left on Godric’s doorstep as a baby. She’s not quite human though. When Godric goes missing, his mysterious progeny Eric Northman shows up to help. Elle has never met Eric before and Eric has never heard his Maker speak about Elle. Will these two get along? Or will Eric’s jealousy get the better of him?

Jason and Elle texted back and forth and settled on Wednesday of the next week.

Alcide arrived that morning. “My name’s Alcide Herveaux. Eric’s day man. I’m here to take you to Merlotte’s for lunch?” he asked. Alcide was tall, but had nothing on Eric.

She found she was comparing every single man to the Viking.

Alcide wore a red plaid flannel with a white undershirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. He had a beard and black curls that made Elle want to run her fingers through them.

Elle nodded and ran to her room to get dressed. She chose a light pink sundress and pulled her hair back with a matching ribbon. Lastly, she grabbed the gold locket that Eric had gifted her and turned to the vampire lying in her bed. She placed a hand on his cold cheek, sending him love, affection, and gratitude.

The corner of Godric’s mouth twitched and Elle kissed his cheek before leaving her room.

“You certainly don’t dress like Northman,” Alcide said, “Now come on. I was told you have a date.”

Elle wanted to tell him it wasn’t a date, but she didn’t know Alcide, so she felt uncomfortable using her powers around him.

They climbed into his truck and started off for Bon Temps.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Merlotte’s looked like any other small-town bar.

Alcide helped her out of the truck and she reveled in the feeling of the sun on her skin and face. “Don’t see the sun much, do you?” Alcide asked her and she shook her head.

They entered the bar and sat down at a booth.

Sookie walked up to them. “Oh hey, Elle. Jason ain’t here yet. Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked.

Elle nodded and sent Sookie a thought.

“A coke? Got it.” Sookie turned to Alcide. “And for you?”

“Um, I’ll just have a beer. Whatever you’ve got on tap.”

Sookie nodded and jotted it down. “Great, I’ll get those started for you.” Sookie left and Elle played with the locket around her neck.

Eric had gifted it to her their first night in Shreveport. It had a picture of himself on one side and Godric on the other. It would never replace the pictures she’d lost in the bombing, but she appreciated the thought. Eric could be so sweet when he wanted to.

Sookie came to the table and set their drinks on the table. “Elle, can you come with me?”

Alcide started to get up, but Elle shook her head.

Elle followed Sookie into the bathroom, where Sookie pulled out some make-up. Elle shook her head at her.

“Oh honey, this isn’t for my brother.”

Elle was confused.

“I saw how Eric looked at you the other night. It’s the same way Bill looks at me.”

There was no way Eric was in love with her. No way. He didn’t see humans that way.

But she wasn’t human, was she?

“Who’s the guy with you?” Sookie asked.

Elle took Sookie’s order book and scribbled down Alcide’s name.

“He’s not human, is he?”

Elle shrugged. She didn’t have Sookie’s mind reading powers and she didn’t have the senses of a vampire.

“He’s kinda cute,” Sookie said.

Elle giggled.

Alcide was pretty attractive in a rugged sort of way.

“Now let’s get you made up for tonight.”

Sookie gave her a natural look with light pink cheeks, not that she needed it with how much she blushed. She did look a lot less pale though.

Sookie finished the look off with a light pink lip. “There. Perfect.”

Elle looked at herself in the mirror and then took a selfie, sending it Godric and Eric.

When they came out of the bathroom, Jason was sitting in the booth and Alcide was at the bar. Close enough to step in if something happened.

Elle sat down across from Jason.

“Hey, you look pretty,” he complimented her.

Eric or Godric would called her “stunning” or “beautiful”.

Elle smiled at Jason.

“Let me guess, you want your usual Jay?” Sookie asked.

“Sure, Sook.”

Elle glanced over the menu and pointed to what she wanted.

“I’ll put that in right away.” Sookie walked over to Alcide. “Can I get you something to eat?”

Alcide looked up from his menu and said, “I’ll just have a burger and fries, darlin’.”

Sookie blushed and nodded, jotting it down.

Jason started talking, but Elle wasn’t listening. She was observing the patrons.

They were so different from those who frequented Fangtasia.

Their food finally came and she turned her attention back to Jason.

He was rambling on about something, but all she could imagine was Eric sitting across from her.

[freyaishtar]

💥New One-Shot💥

One Night in Shreveport

❤️

Rated M/E

On a research assignment in the States, Hermione—now inflicted with the lycanthropy curse, herself—wants nothing more than to put her breakup with Fenrir behind her. A chance meeting with Alcide Herveaux shows her the best way to get over one werewolf … is to get under another, of course.

🌕FFN |  Ao3🌕

[snarkysaberhagen]

Where the hell is all the Alcide Herveaux (True Blood) fanfiction?? I just want some cute, fluffy Alcide x reader or imagines or Headcannons but am I the only one wanting this?

[dresupi]

rise and shine

Pairing:  Alcide Herveaux/Sookie Stackhouse For:  @holieshka Prompt:  24.  Bed & Breakfast

Alcide awoke that morning to the sun streaming in through the window in their rented room and a very naked Sookie Stackhouse astride him.  

"Good mornin'," he said, grinning in a sleepy, groggy, still-not-awake way.

"Rise and shine…" she teased, rocking her hips slightly.  

"Sook, I dunno what you're feeling right now, but I've risen plenty…" he teased, bucking up against her slightly.  

Bending at the waist, she pressed her lips to his, her long blonde hair falling in a curtain around him.  "I think we should actually get to the breakfast part of the bed & breakfast.  And then we have to go look at the leaves."  

Alcide wrinkled his nose.  "Look at the leaves?"  

"They're supposedly very pretty here during the fall."  

"You're very pretty. I'd rather look at you…"    

[ephfet]

Hummingbird Trapped in a Closed-Down Shoe Store - True Blood, Alcide/Sam, 19k

He’d thought he was done running when he bought the bar. Had told himself that that was it, that it was time to be a man and make a life in Bon Temps, for better or for worse. And for the most part he did. He lived there for years, nurtured the bar, bought properties, and never considered leaving until Maryann came back for him. But since then, it seemed that every time shit got serious, his first instinct was to hide or run or both. He thought he’d quashed that tendency when he let himself get his heart carved out to stop her, but trapped as he was, it came rushing back like it was never gone.

When the Shreveport pack fails to get the information they need from Sam, they don't just let him go.

AO3

[blackleatherjacketz]

Thanks, love! This man is fast and loose, and red hot!

Primal

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Summary: You call Alcide to help with your frozen pipes, but he stays to unthaw more than that.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Handyman trope, Flirting, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Primal Instincts, Scenting, Scent Kink, Werewolf Stuff (You Know), Hair-Pulling, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

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“Next time don’t wait for your pipes to freeze before you call me, okay?” Alcide finishes up his work and slowly steps toward you as he tosses the dish rag into the sink.

You can’t remember feeling this strongly about someone so quickly, wanting to touch someone based on mere sight alone after he first gave you that half-cocked grin from across the room, but there was something about him that sparked something primal, something… animalistic deep inside you. You’ve spent countless nights dreaming about what it might feel like to be held in his arms, to crash into him and bind yourself to him in any way possible. But his phone number had burned a hole into your pocket for days, your pride getting the best of you until the universe finally pulled you two together by freezing your pipes until they actually burst, causing a minor flood in your kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper, breaking your stunned silence as his breath is suddenly warm against your cheek and his fingers are playfully snaking their way into your belt loops.

You hold your breath as his nose gently brushes against yours, teasing the promise of a kiss that you’ve both been secretly hoping for after all this time. You allow him to pull you in closer, the heat between you now undeniable as his natural scent quickly surrounds you in an intoxicating haze of pent up desire that neither of you had the courage to act upon until now.

“Yeah.” He looks at you with those dangerously dark eyes, pressing a kiss into your cheek just above your mouth before it finally lands where he intended, his full lips pressing needily against yours as his other hand finds its way up into your hair.

His kiss is like honey, comforting and sweet as it graces your lips before hitting your tongue as his grip on your hair tightens. You close your eyes and breathe him in, getting lost in notes of freshly cut wood and bergamot as he backs you up against the kitchen counter, nearly knocking your head against one of the cabinets. You hold onto his waist as the warmth of his body transfers onto you, permeating through his skin and clothes as his mouth gets more desperate, tasting your lips with a groan so deep that it rumbles in his chest and vibrates against your own.

A more feral side of you begins to rise to the surface, blinding you to all logic and reason as the desire, no… the need to have his bare skin pressing against yours outweighs the necessity for anything else. You part your lips even further to taste him, to allow his tongue inside your mouth as he spreads the flavor of bitter coffee and whiskey all over your tastebuds. You grasp at him in order to get more, your palms sliding up beneath his flannel shirt as they smooth over the warming muscles rippling across his back in a hurried fervor.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he whispers, reading your mind by pulling his shirt off over his head as he breaks your kiss, tossing it behind him before pressing his lips to your skin again. His hands are back on you in a flash, squeezing your shoulders, arms and waist before finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward in return.

“Then why didn’t you fucking call me?” You lift your arms as he disrobes your top half, all but ripping it to shreds in the process before it falls to your feet. You moan into his mouth as you work to undo your bra, his calloused fingers scratching your skin as they begin to fumble with the button and zipper of your jeans.

“Phone works both ways, Princess.” He grunts as you undo his belt and rip it out of its loops, tossing it onto the pile with the rest as he pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Didn’t want to come off too strong.”

“Uh-huh.” You step out of your clothes and gasp as he grabs onto your hips, lifting you up off your feet and onto his waist. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your mouth, holding onto you tightly as he carries you around aimlessly, bumping into the trash can and chair before reaching the kitchen table and finally tossing you down onto it.

His jet black curls fall in front of his eyes as he leans over you to inhale your scent, pressing his nose into your pulse points as his lips taste the skin on top of them. His hands hold you down by your wrists as he lets your pheromones consume him, his trail of sloppy kisses moving down your neck and clavicle until he reaches your armpit. You never knew what an erogenous zone that area could be until he raises your arm to get deeper into it. Shockwaves of bliss shoot down your spine as he kisses the sensitive skin of your axilla, all but licking it clean. Your breath stifles as goosebumps prickle the flesh along your lymphatic system as he practically drinks in your scent, sighing as he greedily fills up his lungs with your essence.

“Fuck, you smell amazing, you know that?” His eyes flash a gold hue as he glances up at you, that half-cocked grin returning to his lips as he moves his mouth down your body, kissing your breasts and navel before getting onto his knees between your thighs.

He groans out loud as he tastes you for the first time, taking in your strongest scent and flavor as he refuses to stand on ceremony by dining on your flesh like a ravenous wolf. His hands move up your torso as your back arches in response, mapping the hills and valleys of your body as it instinctively keens into his mouth, as if it has any other choice.

“Alcide,” you whisper, letting your fingers move those curls up and away from his forehead as you watch him devour you, that gold tone in his eyes seeming to glow more intensely as he licks a slow stripe up your length with pride.

You try to control your breathing as he refuses to answer you, merely growling in response as those vibrations move through his lips and tongue into your clit, stimulating it like no one else has been able to do before. You hear him laugh as he notices you quaking in pleasure with each flick of his tongue and brush of his nose as they send deeper, more intense shocks of pleasure up into your core, one right after the other. This has never happened to you so quickly, but you can feel them stacking on top of each other, climbing higher up your spinal column until they finally reach your brain in an earth shattering explosion of ecstasy. It rocks its way through you, falling down your body like an avalanche as you feel the pleasure tumbling down where his mouth refuses to relent until it crumbles out of your extremities, dissolving into your very toes and fingernails.

You pull on his hair as the tremors of euphoria become too much, trying to get him off of you, but instead he doubles down. He growls again, only this time it’s deeper as he pulls your thighs tightly onto his shoulders, turning his head from side to side to send you into convulsions as he smears his face with the fruits of his labor. Your head falls back onto the kitchen table, your hands letting go of his hair to cover your own mouth as you scream his name again and again. His insatiable mouth sets you up again, bringing you to the edge of another tsunami of bliss as his spit mixes with your juices before dripping down your cheeks and onto the tile floor of your kitchen.

“You taste even better.” He finally speaks as he brings himself to detach from you, shoving his pants down past his knees before stepping out of them.

“Thanks. You’re really fucking good at that.” You whisper breathlessly as you watch him remove his pants, trying not to gawk too hard at what he’s working with. “Jesus.”

“Thanks.” He smirks again and kisses your lips, letting you taste what drove him so crazy down there as he strokes himself in the process, brushing the tip of his dick over your extremely sensitive bud before finally pushing all the way inside. He stares into your eyes as he glides into you, chuckling as your mouth falls open while he bottoms out against your soaking wet thighs.

“Mmm, Alcide,” you mumble into his mouth as your slick walls expand to envelop him without any effort, as if your body was specifically designed to always take him in this way.

His hands grasp onto your ass as he thrusts into you, pulling you closer to him as the legs of the table screech across the floor, barely loud enough to cover up the sound of your moans as he drives himself in at just the right angle. You can’t believe that he’s this talented, that a man so big and handsome actually has the skills to back up his intoxicatingly good looks, but here he is. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he deepens his kiss, grunting into you as the sweat begins to drip down his face, the width of his cock passing over that bundle of nerves again and again. Faster and faster each time, he triggers that chemical reaction deep within you, setting your skin on fire as you feel the table beneath you begin to sway with each frantic trust up into your viscera.

Your smooth muscles clench down around him in your blissful fit of frenzy as you wrap your legs around the small of his back as his pace increases, growing more sporadic. He grunts and growls more loudly as you hold him in close so you can feel him twitch and sputter his release inside you, the two of you now convulsing in perfect unison as your shared orgasm rips its way through you. It tears you apart and brings you together at the exact same moment that the table beneath you finally gives way, falling backward onto the floor as Alcide collapses on top of you.

“Shit. I can fix that.” Alcide kisses his apology into your lips as the shock from the fall is barely cushioned by the afterglow of your carnal high, your body unable to feel any pain just yet as he pulls the rest of the way out of you.

You laugh in utter shock and disbelief, deciding to stay there with him on top of your dilapidated kitchen table. “I’mma hold you to that.”

[dresupi]

welcome wagon

Pairing:  Alcide Herveaux/Sookie Stackhouse For: @greennonmonster Prompt:  Werewolf!Sookie AU (She's still a telepath, though)

Alcide narrowed his eyes, he knew why she was here.  But he didn't know why the Bon Temps packmaster had sent her instead of coming himself.  

"I keep to myself," he muttered in response to a question she hadn't even asked yet.  

"Alcide Herveaux...from Jackson, Mississippi…" she replied.  "You certainly do keep to yourself, doncha?"  

"I don't recall telling you any of that…" he practically snarled.  His eyes glowed.  

"You don't have to…" she tapped her head.  "I can hear it.  You ain't gonna need to worry about my brother.  Jason's not what you'd call a 'hands-on' packmaster."  

"That why he sent his sister to do his dirty work?" Alcide sneered.  He tried not to think about how or why this woman could hear his thoughts.  Read his mind.  

"I'm the welcome wagon," she said, smiling sweetly.  "Ain't nothin' dirty about that…"  

If he'd been a different sort of man, he'd have read more into that than there was.  "I'm just passin' through."  

"That's fine…" She held out her hand and he took it.  "I'm Sookie Stackhouse, Alcide-just-passin'-through.  I work over at Merlotte's, if eatin's something else you do."    

[dresupi]

scared of the dark

Pairing:  Alcide Herveaux/Sookie Stackhouse For:  @greennonmonster Prompt:  From [this list], moved into a haunted house and asks if they can stay at the other persons house for the night

Sookie tried to tell herself that her newfound fear of the dark had nothing to do with her raging hot new neighbor on the other side of the fence.  After he'd helped her move into the old Compton place next door, he'd sort of been on her mind.

But as she rang the doorbell, she felt her face flush red hot.  

He answered a few seconds later, wearing pajama pants, no shirt and drying his hair with a towel.  "Everything okay, Ms. Stackhouse?"  

She bit her lip.  "I hope it soon will be, Mr. Herveaux…"  

"Alcide," he corrected her.  

She smiled coyly, "Sookie."  

"Is there somethin' I can do for you, Sookie?" he asked, tossing his towel on the back of a chair.  

"I had a little...scare over at my place earlier...I'm gonna have the local pastor over to bless the place tomorrow...but in the meantime...do you think I could…" she tilted her head and shrugged.  "Hang out here?"  

Alcide glanced back over at the old house for a moment before meeting her gaze and nodding his head.  "That place always creeped me out anyway.  Come on in.  Make yourself at home."