#alex writing tag

[aroaceleovaldez]

I was reading a post about CoTG and I realized: Rick has seemingly started to write every character pairing with the exact same dynamic, and he's not good at writing that dynamic and it doesn't make sense for 90% of the characters he writes it for.

It's that very specific dynamic of one half of the pair who is almost aggressive to the other party - "teasing" them constantly/insulting them, affectionately punching/judo flipping/maiming/etc, seemingly almost always exasperated with the other - and said other party usually just accepts this treatment or blanketly views it fondly, and may generally be framed as more incompetent than their partner and a little bit of a doormat (particularly relating to being insulted/teased/etc by their partner).

We start seeing this dynamic in HoO with Percy and Annabeth, as a sort of semi-inconsistent twist on their rivals-to-friends-to-lovers dynamic from the first series. Then the dynamic pattern develops further with Leo and Calypso. Then Magnus and Alex. Then Nico and Will, particularly in TSATS. And now in CoTG, it's Percy and Annabeth again but even more in this direction.

I know people have talked about Nico and Will's relationship over the series rapidly being shoehorned into Percabeth Two™, and it's extremely apparent in TSATS that Rick's doing it on purpose (including directly quoting Percabeth scenes but minorly tweaking them to be Solangelo). But recognizing it as an overarching trend in Rick's later books honestly reminds me a lot of how Rick started trying to apply the "Percy Formula" so-to-speak to nearly every protagonist in HoO (and then try to replicate similar character archetypes with Magnus and Apollo's narrations - moreso Magnus in being jaded and sarcastic, very much trying to be first series Percy. He only sounds unique because Rick failed at making him Percy 2. Apollo is more akin to later-series Percy characterization of being goofy and incompetent. Apollo [and Zeus] even got retconned to give Apollo a more similar backstory to Percy's). Rick seems to have decided that he thinks the audience wants this specific dynamic but 10 times over, except he's not good at writing it the first time because it's a bastardization of the time he did a different thing okay.

And Rick also seems aware of that too! Because he retconned Calypso and Leo at the end of TOA, probably because he realized how absolutely awful it was reading when they were written with that dynamic of Calypso just functionally hating Leo and constantly being aggressive towards him! The only time Rick's actually made the dynamic even semi-successful was with Magnus and Alex, because it actually fits within their characters, their dynamics with each other, and their environment. Alex beheading Magnus on the regular works out fine because there are no repercussions to that in Valhalla, Magnus will be fine, so it does genuinely come off as humorous. And Alex has been effectively established to be abrasive at times but have her genuine feelings shine through regularly, and that meshes well with Magnus' jaded-and-aloof-but-quietly-very-empathetic character. And Magnus has been established to, yes, not be great at combat, particularly compared to Alex. They are the only time that flavor of dynamic in that form was effective and cohesive.

Percabeth is no longer rivals-to-friends-to-lovers badasses on equal levels with shaky pasts who finally found some form of permanence with one another. Now it's super smart doting and affectionately aggressive girlfriend and her silly goofy 50%-of-the-time incompetent boyfriend who she judo flips/pushes off cliffs/etc - but affectionately~! Solangelo is trying to riff off of the early series "Poseidon & Athena are enemies" dynamic that Percabeth had but with Apollo & Hades being "opposites" but learning to accept each other, except it ends up with Will just coming off as a huge asshole and Nico being retconned to a complete doormat about it - when prior to that those characterizations would be completely contrary to their established characters (even just from TOA!). Calypso in HoO gets retconned from her PJO characterization to being snooty and aggressive, and Leo's false persona gets merged into his just normal personality except he just also becomes a doormat but more goofy than Nico with occasional haha-dark/depression-humor! Which Nico also got. Which was also a bastardized Percy trait that got redistributed.

It's exhausting. Rick write more than one relationship dynamic you can do it I promise

[aritany]

alright, you can have the opening to my current novel. as a treat for all of us

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Picture the pure disgust on the COD mens' faces when they hear "he's mean to you because he likes you!"

Sure, they tease you and poke fun, but that's different. They don't intentionally harm you as a prank. And they apologize (in their own way) if they accidentally hurt your feelings. Their teasing never gets overtly cruel either. They know when to back off if you're having a bad day and you just can't take it right now.

For example, if you cracked a joke about a boy who used to yank your hair really hard in school when you were kids. But you shrug it off because, "Everyone said he did it because he liked me though. So I guess I should have been flattered."

Price's face would go seven different shades of red in the span of two seconds.

Ghost is deadly silent with a dark look. He crosses his arms and glances away or suddenly gets up and leaves the room because he has to stop himself from saying something he'll regret.

Gaz looks pissed AF and he makes no bones about hiding it.

Soap would crack a comment to lighten the mood, something along the lines of, "I hope you kicked the little shite in the bollocks for it." But it's very obvious that he's Not Happy.

Keegan would get very quiet and shake his head. He's boiling inside and he has about a dozen hot words on the tip of his tongue.

Alex's golden retriever energy would get a little frosty around the edges. "Sounds like he was raised in a barn. Last I checked, if you like a girl, you bring her flowers."

[actual-changeling]

I wrote a little something inspired by the latest chapter from the wonderful oopsie!omens AU @asleepyy is writing. Definitely check out their comic here and leave some love!

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They run into each other by chance, which carries a certain irony considering Jophiel has actively been looking for him. It is a small settlement, large enough to have a sprawling market filled with voices and movement, but not the kind of place he'd expect Azazel to be. Still, if the universe wills it so, he is certainly not going to question it.

Regardless of the circumstances, the demon seems to continuously hold back an ocean of anxiety, wave after wave crashing on the rocky shores and spilling over, and today is no different. He is pressed against a stone wall at the edge of the square, the shade providing both some escape from the flickering heat and cover, keeping him hidden and inconspicuous.

Jophiel strolls through the crowd, weaving around the humans with practiced ease and picking up a ripe pomegranate from one of the stands; he pays and leaves a generous tip. Well, and he blesses the woman's sick daughter simply because he can.

By the time he has reached Azazel's spot, he has long seen him coming, wringing his hands and biting his lip bloody, which he silently takes in with a frown.

"Jophiel," he greets, his eyes wide and black as always, although at least his robe seems less tattered and more put-together than the last time they had seen each other.

"Azazel. Fruit?"

Freezing on the spot, his gaze rapidly switches between the stretched-out hand and Jophiel's face, who smiles with all the holy patience he can muster, the Metatron's words cutting thorns in the back of his throat.

"I- I've never actually..." Azazel gulps, nervous, yes, but there's an undercurrent of excitement to it, too.

Jophiel leans back against the wall, crossing his feet at the ankle and breaking the pomegranate open in an infinitesimal display of celestial power. Thin splashes of red juice wet his hands and run down his wrists, and he feels Azazel's attention heavy but not unwelcome on his skin when he lifts his arm to lick it off. A mild breeze ruffles their hair, red and white locks alike, and their fingers brush when Azazel reaches out to take his half.

"Thank you."

Pure gratitude laces his words, and they both know it is for more than the fruit. The Metatron, he decides as he watches Azazel carefully plug seed after seed out of its white shell, might be God's voice in heaven, but not here on earth. Otherwise, he would see his fragile smile and nervous ticks, hear the accidental admissions of faith and kindness, and know that there had been a mistake.

They eat in amicable silence, the noises of life and warmth flowing together into one, and while Azazel watches the crowds, Jophiel watches him.

I promise you I will fix this, he swears, and then, because the sparks of anger and dismay have yet to die and turn to ash, he speaks a prayer—a warning.

Azazel has more faith than your 'voice' does, God, and either you will take him back willingly or I will find a way to make you.

[velvetjune]

“Darkness flowed from Cauldron Lake. Gaze into the black mirror of the lake, you'd see it all around you, and you'd understand, it was already out, already where you were. It was already too late.”

— Alan Wake 2

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

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[saintbleeding]

[ID: Digital art of Lady Mowbray from The Magnus Protocol. She is a tall older white woman with grey hair, wearing an old-fashioned hunting suit with jodhpurs and tall boots, and wielding a double-barrelled rifle. She is shown from an extreme low angle, smirking with satisfaction, one boot on the side of her human victim. They are shown from the back, a wound in their head and bruises visible on the skin of their lower back. Behind Lady Mowbray is visible a red and yellow sunset above a clearing in a greenish-black wood. End ID.]

ohhhhh she’s despicable i love her

[hertwood]

thinking of you (3.2k, Alex/Franco, Explicit)

“Pretend I’m him when you fuck me then." Alex freezes at the suggestion, eyes wide. “I’ll be quiet,” Franco says, “you can call me his name, I won’t care.”

thank you to @argentinagp for her valuable advice and contributions to the fic!! (specifics in authors note) hope you like it dear 💖

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i didn't win the wheel: episode 1

(if anyone knows how to make gifs 🥺 please help me out until then it's shitty screenshot summer)

Alex: "I'm gonna say... 400,000."

Logan: "I'm gonna say 430,000”

ok cool let's introduce the WHOLE DYNAMIC of this episode in one still, shall we? alex is looking directly into the camera pondering the shit out of this question, and *this is logan's face*. look at that. look at that fucking smirk. alex is like "you know what? i'm going to get this question right" and logan is like "you know what? i'm gonna use the oldest trick in the pick-a-number-1-through-10 book and i'm gonna WATCH you get annoyed with me and i'm gonna love every second of it." he knows what he's doing

Alex: "Oh, you're playing that game, are you? Just gonna go a bit above?"

Logan: *smoothest fucking wink i've ever seen* *the fucking TONGUE CLICK*

ok WHAT. how am i supposed to handle this i– let's start with the fact that even before logan gave his answer he's leaning back, head cocked, gazing at alex ✨like that✨ practically about to do the arm-around-the-shoulder-thing **before** because he knows exactly how alex is going to react. that fucking wink he had that planned from the beginning. even before alex phrased it like "oh, you're playing that game, are you?" which WOAH BRAT TAMER ALEX DID NOT SEE THAT COMING and jesus christ i feel like i'm intruding on something. this doesn't even feel like ao3 this feels like the beginning of a shit 2k word wattpad draft but no this actually happened

Alex (after guessing exactly 1 less than Logan's and getting it right): "Yes!"

Logan (sunshine smile): "You're a donut..."

okay so apparently alex’s reaction to being called a donut 🍩 is that smile and leaning into logan for the first time in the video and giggling and idk fucking blushing like what kind of degradation kink is this... like i'm sorry i love you landoscar but "you freaking muppet! you got all the hangers!" will need to step aside for whatever is going on here

need i remind you this is ALEX'S reaction to kph. logan brought the k in there first guys leave your what the fuck is a kilometer bit behind ok!!! (i'll find this eventually but logan answering that question on "wrong answers only" with "i'm gonna answer this correctly. it's 1.6 to a mile" is the hottest thing i've ever seen)

aaaaaand here we go end of the video. DO I NEED TO DO A SIDE BY SIDE COMPARISON OR WHAT actually–

alright that's the best you're gonna get with preview. but LET'S BREAK IT DOWN. so we go from logan doing literally all of the talking, all of the video introduction and explaining the activity, and alex even with his whole "oooh ray of sunshine" image clearly thinks this is stupid, he even makes little sarcastic hand gestures when logan describes it. and even right in the beginning he's not looking at the camera he looks like an adhd kid sat next to the window (come on alex look alive). but THREE MINUTES of an admittedly stupid game he's done a total 180, smiling and laughing and literally that wasn't that funny but now i'm gonna laugh because you're the one who said it and leaning in to read the cards for the first time and- well logan is mostly unchanged. from the first question he decided his main task for this video was literally just to check out his teammate at point blank range with his emotions very very clear on his face (alex is OBLIVIOUS af but then again he did pull out the "oh you're playing that game are you?" and i was NOT ready for that so who knows)

ok so episode 1 is very much a warmup for the rest of the series i know that. obviously this isn't the "reaching stratospheric levels of homoeroticism that actually leave a wake of collateral damage to all compulsory heterosexuality in a 50 m radius" as charlos but holy shit it's a lot more obvious than i thought!!!

episode 2

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

LIs ranked from most to least likely to let you drink their blood and what would they taste like, mostly from the perspective of a vampire PC 🩸

cw for general violence and self harm

Kylar - You can save your pretty teeth, she's cutting for you on the spot and pressing the wound to your mouth. Would be excited to hear if you like it, trembling like a little dog. Her blood tastes greasy and it mixes with the salt of sweat on her skin. Tastes basically like a french fry - besides that, you can just tell she has an iron deficiency. Tell her she tastes good, please.

Great Hawk - Doesn't understand why but is too willing to go along with whatever you say. Would probably have to bite down any instinctive reaction to pain she might have and you'll hear the saddest little squawk of your life. Tastes like chicken surprisingly normal, if a little more iron-y than average. You can keep that info to yourself, but praising her for taking it so well will make her very happy.

Sydney - Pure would take a lot of convincing and would probably try to take you to the church, but Corrupted would be too curious to not let you try. Exposing her neck very prettily, but would be pleasantly surprised and let out a cute little gasp if you went for the upper breast instead, and will stay still until you finish. Tastes like nothing in particular, but the smell of incense still clings to her skin and gives it a slightly wood-y aftertaste. Would also want to hear some praise about how she tastes after.

Whitney - You're probably tasting her blood even involuntarily just from throwing hands in the corridors, but if she knew you needed her blood to survive she'd greatly enjoy force-feeding you any time she has an exposed wound. Might also irresponsibly injure herself for this purpose, then whine at you to solve it immediately. She tastes a bit like smoked meat but it makes you gag a little. Will get mad if you tell her she tastes bad, though, so tell her she's an acquired taste instead.

Robin - Much more likely to accept it at low confidence than when at high confidence, but would do it just because it's you. Would be really hesitant and ask you to bite her from the back so she doesn't have to see but will still involuntarily tremble when she feels your teeth sink in. Preferably, try to do this while laying down to avoid any accidents. She tastes... Very refreshing, actually. A perfectly good juice box. You'd ask if she's been living on lemons all this time, but she prefers if you keep the info of how she tastes to yourself.

Alex - More likely to accept at low dominance than at high dominance. Would prefer that you drink from her than take that out on the poor animals, and would put on a brave face just for you, standing strong even if you feel her tense up as you bite her neck. She tastes really good at first, until you feel the punch of unfiltered alcohol hit you. Might make you gag and/or get dizzy if you drink too much. Also wouldn't be very inclined to ask you about her taste, but would be ashamed of herself if you said she tastes like alcohol. She'd also probably try to find a way to weaponize your bloodthirst against Remy, somehow.

Eden - Would be a resounding no at first, until she saw you really struggling with the lack of blood. Would attempt to feed you animal blood first, though, and only if you either had an adverse reaction to it or at least pretended to have one, she'd avoid having you bite her. Doesn't she have enough scars? Ugh, fine. Would only let you go for the arms or something, and you think she's being a little dramatic as she doesn't even flinch once you sink your teeth in. Her blood is most likely thick, you could almost describe it as rich. You can tell she has never even come close to an iron deficiency in her life, and you're almost a little mad she avoided letting you have a sip for so long. After the initial reluctance, though, she'll also enjoy randomly force-feeding you blood, especially if you're just trying to tend to her wounds but she can see that glint of thirst in your eyes and that almost imperceptible licking of your lips.

Avery - No. Don't even try. Unless you get her really comfortable with you, let her see you teeth a little, let her get curious and prod a little into your mouth. Then you need to get her at least a little drunk, and also be a little drunk yourself so she won't feel like she's at a disadvantage. Work up to it slowly, very slowly, until she starts to forget how much she hates it when you give her a hickey, and then GO FOR IT at the slightest exposure of her skin. Her blood is somewhat thin, but somehow packs a real punch and leaves your tongue feeling numb after you're done, drink too much and it's straight to zzzland from all the xanax she takes. She will be mad as HELL after the initial shock wears off, so you better be ready to play it cute and very desperate. Tell her about how you couldn't deal with it anymore, you're just so hungry and she's too alluring to resist, tell her that you've never tasted better before, and you might get away with it with only a slap to the wrist (or the face). If you act enough like a puppy begging for scraps of food, she might let you do it again, but in a more concealed spot, like between her thighs for example. You better thank her very well for the opportunity after you're done, alright?

BONUS:

Harper - Would be so damn excited. You don't get to bite her, but she's going to extract some blood for you, the traditional way, and fill a little blood bag just for you. She's so excited that she'd almost trip over herself on the way to hand you the bag and sit down face to face with you, biting her pen in anticipation, waiting for you to tell her how she tastes, how do you feel when you drink blood and thinking about some more annotations she wants to make once you let her get a real good look at you, preferably splayed out on her stretcher. Her blood tastes fucking strange. A bit like chemicals, in fact. You can tell her that, she'll still be excited. Will probably try a hundred tricks to make herself taste good for you, for science. You start to get a little concerned for the both of you. Maybe that one was a mistake.

[camthecatchameleon]

im going insane and can't stop thinking about this au idea. uhh marble hornets but they were in marching band together not film school

please don't tag as creepypasta smiles :)

alex - battery (snare)

jay - flute

tim - clarinet

brian - trumpet

seth - front ensemble (synth)

jessica - saxophone (tenor)

sarah - color guard

amy - not in the band (theatre kid)

[gayhoediaz]

beneath skin, between souls

E || 10k || firstprince

“You could have woken me up,” Alex yawns, his smile soft and sleepy. Henry absolutely could have, is the thing—because that’s something they do now—share a bed. Sometimes Alex’s, sometimes Henry’s—but regardless, they always end up in the same one—usually waking up at least once for a lazy round with their eyes still closed. It’s like they’re addicts. 

“I don’t perform torture-acts without consent, darling,” Henry finds himself flirting smoothly—it feels so natural, too. Like they’re. Something. “You look good in my underpants.” 

“Hm,” Alex hums. crossing the small bathroom until he’s able to hook an index finger into the waistband on Henry’s own hips. “Someone stole mine,” he says, eyes shifting back up to meet Henry’s just as he pulls back, the snap of the elastic loud in the small space. 

Henry sucks a breath in through his teeth—and then they’re on each other. The same way they always are. Like magnets. A well-rehearsed dance—one of Henry’s hands tugging at Alex’s curls, the other one clumsily at his waistband; Alex’s tongue hot and heavy in his mouth, his broad, giant hand greedily finding its way back into Henry’s—his—boxers, two of his long, thick fingers pressing in between his folds, the tips gathering the moisture from his entrance, spreading it up to his cock, rubbing it before he repeats the act just as quickly—just as smoothly—Henry melting immediately, panting into his mouth a mere thirty seconds in—if that. 

Henry is fairly sure that shagging his straight roommate in their shared bathroom at two am with the secret knowledge that he’s already carrying their shared child probably fits into at least one of the seven deadly sins, but he simply can’t find it within himself to care. Not right now. 

♡ read on ao3 ♡

[ancientbygone]

i didn’t do it, i didn’t do it for love; what did i do it for?

[sequel piece to kill the sparrow]

[quigzahhutt]

alright walk with me. take alex, hand him logan, and make that american round with babies and also maybe cranky with pregnancy hormones. boom.

listen guys. @mehggie gave me this prompt literally last night and then it kind of maybe took over my hands and suddenly i had over 1.2k words written for this prompt uhhhhhh

anyways. sargebon omegaverse pregnant sex :) featuring a bit of body worship bcuz logan is pregnant and beautiful and alex is out of his mind

FAIR WARNING; THIS IS NSFW. THIS IS MPREG. dont read if thats something you dont enjoy!! this is for freaks!!

Alex thinks Logan has never looked so beautiful; his hair is thicker and his cheeks are fuller and pink, his body bulking up to accommodate for an entirely new tenant, a brand new human gearing up to experience the world.

Logan hasn't quite started showing yet but his tummy is firmer, a slight bit rounder than it used to be, covering up the six pack he so diligently crafted; although the extra weight could be easily passed off as a side effect of "taking a step back" from racing.

It feels like their own little secret. Logan is officially on hiatus from racing for "recovery reasons", but Alex knows the truth, know that it's all really a facade; is the reason for the whole thing, really.

He had been the one to knock Logan up, he's the true culprit behind the softer eyes and the tender figure Logan has begun taking on. It's all a little dizzying.

And so, Alex is nearly knocked off his feet when he finds Logan, sat alone on the edge of the bed, hair scruffy as a result of waking up later than normal. He's looking out the large window parallel to the bed, and his posture conveys more truth than anything else could.

He's relaxed more than he's ever been, his scent muted yet lively where it penetrates the serene atmosphere as he rubs absentmindedly at his tummy in soft strokes; he somehow hasn't even noticed that Alex is there.

So when Alex approaches and sits down next to him, it's no surprise when Logan startles. His breath hitches as he turns quickly in the direction of the new presence, his scent taking on a bitter edge for a brief moment; Logan suddenly goes to fix his hair, a rushed panic written across his face as he tries to salvage his appearance on autopilot.

It only serves to make Alex snicker at the urgency, and he quickly goes to muss up Logan's hair again, fluffing it back and forth with his fingers and pulling Logan in for a kiss before he can complain about it.

Alex will never be able to get over how perfectly their scents collide and mix together to form a beautiful and caramel rich aroma, sticky and sweet and yet also bitter and strong– he wonders if their pups will be reflective of that.

But now, with Logan pregnant and slowly beginning to show, his hormones have begun shifting and his scent has taken on a soothing, secondary palette– cream, milky and comforting, perfectly in tune with his traditional caramelly scent.

And Alex just can't help himself. Not when Logan is like this.

Soon enough, a hand is sneaking up the plush flesh on the inside of Logan's thigh, and he makes a panicked sound against Alex's lips, his whole body fizzling and reacting to the sensation, and Alex can feel a snarl growing behind his teeth at the fabric barrier his fingers are halted by.

He wants to be able to feel him, touch and smother all the newly soft parts of Logan's body, bury his nose into the tender scent glands on the inner crease of Logan's legs. Instead, Alex tides himself over by digging the blunt tip of his finger into it, listening carefully for the hitch of breath that follows.

Logan's hands squeeze against the muscle of Alex's bicep where they've found themselves, giving Logan more leverage to push into the kiss. He attempts to move onto his lap, but Alex in turn pushes him into the mattress, pulling away from the kiss to ease him against the pillows.

Alex wordlessly begins running a hand up and inside of Logan's loose sleep shirt, fingers skating across the soft skin there; when Alex pushes down, the flesh gives easily, and Alex can't escape the affect it has on him.

The pungent and distinct smell of slick begins permeating the space as Alex's hands continue to obsessively rove across Logan's body, overtaking the previously sickly-sweet atmosphere. Not that Alex is complaining.

Because soon enough, he's groaning, burying his face into the crook of Logan's neck and laving his tongue over the exposed skin there, moaning around the neutral taste of Logan's flesh as it floods his mouth.

"Fuck! Oh my god, Alex- please," Logan cries, flinching against each lick of Alex's tongue on the sensitive parts of his neck.

Alex pulls away with a groan, "You need it, baby? Want me to stuff you up? Make you fuller than I already have?" He growls, nuzzling against Logan's cheek, teasingly scenting him, and the whine he gets in reply is beautiful.

Ever since the pregnancy started taking shape and Logan's hormones began shifting in all the correct ways, his voice has started doing strange things, changing pitch and altering his tone to be fuller, richer, a more calming tone to the ears of nearby pups. Alex loves it.

He's already sounding so motherly despite just how early the pregnancy is, and it makes Alex feel the need to be careful; desperate not to crack and break the delicately crafted body beneath him, the body changing in so many ways so it can grow an entirely new person, a shared creation.

It's all kind of a blur, after that. Alex tends to get like this, doped up on hormones and scents and feelings so much that he hardly remembers what's happening, how his body is moving and doing things he never knew was capable.

Because now he has four fingers buried deep inside of Logan's weeping hole, slick gushing against the intrusion as his other hand roves up and down Logan's now nude torso, pinching and pushing the freshly tender flesh with careful prowess.

"Alex, get on with it," Logan huffs, and although he sounds annoyed, his body is twitching with every movement, his muscles flexing against every shift of Alex's fingers against his walls.

It's a bit dizzying, to be honest, to remember that Logan's body is still hardened and trained, just now it's concealed behind a misleading softness, wrapped in bubble wrap and made to look harmless.

But Alex knows– he's seen just how strong Logan actually is, has experienced the ebb and flow of his muscles as they pull and contract, has been on the receiving end of it a few times, even; bent over and fucked harder than he could ever imagine.

Alex's cock sinks in with relative ease, and the sensation of his already budding knot nudging against Logan's rim serves to yank him back into the present, pulling him out of the dulled haze Alex found himself in as more slick seeps out around it.

Logan is opened up so beautifully, flexing around Alex's cock and accommodating for his knot like it's nothing; like it's asking for more, even, greedily eating up every inch like a starved dog.

"C'mon, Alex, move. I need it, you know I do," Logan complains, shifting against the bed to effectively rock against Alex's dick.

It's a bit amusing just how much Logan plays up his annoyance, and yet his scent betrays that he's feeling nothing other than a searing, burning hot desire, molten enough to melt through any facade.

"Yeah? You like it? Need more, even though I've already stuffed you so much?" Alex replies promptly, spitting and yet loving around the edges, testy in the way they've always been with each other.

No matter how much Alex makes fun of Logan's scent being so easy to read, Alex is no better– he's sure he's oozing tidal waves of want and arousal just as heavily, if not more.

Then, Logan swallows harshly, "I'll take anything you give me, alpha," he says coyly, and the eye contact he holds is something fierce, something that could easily have any alpha shivering in the knees.

And, just like any alpha would, Alex has no qualms in challenging that.

The first thrust is sharp, snappy and a bit too aggressive for them, but it makes sense in the greater context of it all. He felt challenged, and judging by the way Logan's eyes roll back into his skull, Alex would say he won.

With a grounding hand planted in the center column of Logan's sternum, Alex begins a more typical pace, an easygoing rhythm that satisfies every need and then some.

He can tell that neither of them are going to last very long. With every new hormonal shift, Logan has been reaching climax a lot quicker than usual, and, as a result of residual pheromones or something, Alex has been the same way.

Something about satisfying their omegas needs, thus resulting in a quicker knot to compensate for their mate orgasming faster. It's some medical mumbo jumbo that Alex had read through after their very first visit to the doctor together, and also a few horribly embarrassing google searches.

'Why am I knotting so quickly' is definitely something Alex wishes he never had to search up at all, and he very hastily cleared it from his web history as soon as he got the desired answers.

A sharp, foggy tug on his temples brings Alex back to the current moment, and he becomes quickly aware of how close his knot is to popping already, and also just how squirrelly Logan is getting.

His muscles are pulling taut in that telltale way they always do before he comes, and he's begun scrabbling at Alex's shoulders, trying to reach for any sort of leverage as he slowly (or very quickly) falls apart.

Alex isn't much farther behind with how much his knot is throbbing for release. It all comes undone once Logan moves one of his arms down to his barely round tummy, pushing down lightly and rubbing back and forth as he comes hard around Alex's cock, and its so blindingly arousing that Alex comes immediately afterwards with a growly shout.

Knotting a mated partner is a sensation Alex will never get over. It's like all his senses have been increased tenfold, a distinct neediness and satisfaction from treating his mate properly pounding heavily at his temples.

Once he gathers himself, Alex looks down to see where he and Logan are still connected, and his breath hitches at the way slick is still gushing out around his knot despite how tight the seal is, how pink and needy Logan's hole is as it puckers around his knot.

Eventually, his cum will slowly begin leaking out, being rejected by Logan's body as it realizes he's already stuffed as full as he can go, and that the extra fluid is unnecessary. Alex leans down and kisses Logan before the thought can become any more overwhelming.

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thank you for this prompt i had sooo much fun with it <3

[plulp]

shoutout to my friend who found this account because they recognized my artstyle and i was on their for you page

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i didn't win the wheel: episode 8

(i made a post earlier as a preface as to what to expect in this IDWTW, check it out if you missed it)

Alex [leading the intro of the video]: "....Logan and I, we're here in honor of Wimbledon to play *turns to a detached and uninterested Logan* table tennis. Because nothing says Wimbledon like table tennis."

Logan [finally looking up right at him, starting to laugh]: "I think that's like... disrespectful..."

[they both laugh]

oh, alex. alex albon. you beautiful human being you. something i've mentioned earlier that i'm going to get into now: their dynamic is fluid and compatible and gentle, but it's hard to exactly fit them into roles because they switch back and forth. there might be two primary positions, but they flip back and forth between them easily depending on what the other needs. so Role A might have this sort of gentle leadership and reassuring presence, guiding the other through the task and getting them to engage with the game even as they're unfocused and overstimulated. Role B is a little lost, too in their head, unable to focus and unable to engage until they find themselves prompted by the reminder that oh, it's not just a game, it's a game with him. but it's impossible to put either of them down as always A or always B because earlier in the series we've seen logan help alex stabilize and recenter himself through his hyperactivity and now, more and more often, we're seeing alex coax logan out of his little shadowy corner. and alex does it in a way that even though it's an unspoken but obvious instruction (get your head in the game etc.) it's so personal it actually looks intimate, even on camera. the way he waits til the end of the sentence (while logan tries to pretend he isn't there) and then turns to face logan, lifting his arm to make a point but also opening up his shoulders toward logan and straight up leaning forward with that smile. he's tilting his entire face away from the camera so he can smile it logan, so he can say with his eyes "i know we're just doing this stupid challenge but i want you to know i'm not trying to drag you through it, i know you they're making you jump through these hoops and it's not fun and it's condescending and insulting, but i'm here and we're gonna do it and i'm gonna make this fun for you." and logan looks up and meets alex's eyes and they're so on each others' levels that these connections happen within a split second, almost easy to miss but when you catch a glimpse of it i feel like i'm intruding through the lens of the camera...

no reason to include this other than i felt like citing my sources (it's written all over their faces)

generally underwhelmed by william's admin choices for these videos. not only are the challenges really unoriginal, but they're also really simple. there's not a whole lot of challenge and there's also not a whole lot to go off. even ferrari adding a blindfold to everything ends up with better content than this. it should be obvious– mclaren admin has this down– but what makes the content popular isn't the score of the stupid table tennis game, it's the interaction. it's the dynamic. one of the reasons we're seeing alex go so obviously out of his way to bring logan into the picture is because admin has given them basically nothing to work with, so there isn't a backtrack of this is fun! this is interesting! this is amusing! to distract us. there's just alex wanting logan to have fun with him and logan not being in a situation to want or even be able to have fun.

[Pretty uneventful game over, Alex wins]

Alex: "5-3, to the champion, it's the– uh, this was a great victory for me and I'm, I'm very happy, I–"

Logan 😊😊: "Does that mean you could win Wimbledon?"

sorry if you ever thought you were babygirl for alex albon, logan sargeant has blown you out of the water. this is the cutest thing i have ever seen. this is how my dog looks at me when i come home from college.

ahhh this is nice to see. these are the roles i was talking about earlier. this is a pretty good callback to episode 5, but once again vice versa– then alex was still feeling hyper and silly from the game and logan was the one both guiding the activity and kind of letting alex calm down on his own time and still engaging him, now we've swapped. logan is almost looking at the camera now– he's almost doing the actual media presentation part of his job as opposed to the cap covering his face, head down, body language less expressive than a statue. only he can't make himself look at the camera for more than a few seconds because he's looking at alex.

he isn't even moving the video along. he's just straight up interrupting. alex has to due some mental and verbal gymnastics later on to get the activity back to the wheel-spinning part but still makes a point to segue from what logan's yapping about to the wheel instead of cutting him off completely.

also, round of applause for whatever moment between this video and last video where they've both become totally at one with the "awkward slanted shoulder one arm on the table so they can inconspicuously face each other" pose because unless they're actively swinging a paddle that's pretty much their default for this video. because that's the game for them. the fact that they're with each other.

i think i have one more episode to do. i'm still going to do it, because leaving this unfinished would somehow feel worse, as if none of this ever happened. but it fucking did. it was here and it's on video and alex fucking remembers and i'm not going to give up on immortalizing these moments and what they might have meant just because james consonants somebody wants to erase them.