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natalievoncatte · 2 months ago

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Kara had been pacing for hours. With every step she took, the anxiety was worse, and if she didn’t stop soon she was afraid she’d wear a groove in her floor.

Lena had Kryptonite.

Why did Lena have Kryptonite?

Why was Lena gathering the only thing that could hurt her? The best way to kill her?

Fuming, Kara stormed back and forth, rubbing at her arms as her heart raced. She couldn’t imagine Lena ever harming her. They’d had brunch that morning! They’d chatted and gossiped and Kara had laughed at a tiny bit of crème on the tip of Lena’s nose, and her heart had swelled in her chest when she imagined flicking it off with a finger.

(She wondered if her lips would taste like sugar and spice and everything nice)

When Alex had told her, Kara had protested, objected, shouted, and finally Alex had left her alone to “work it out” but told her they had to do something, and soon.

Kara had to know.

Why?

She couldn’t stand it anymore. It was like a full body itch, wriggling beneath her skin from scalp to soles. If she didn’t get an answer she’d lose her mind.

Kara reached for her suit, hanging crisply pressed from the same clothing rack as her work outfits, but stopped, fingers curling around nothing.

She couldn’t do this as Supergirl. Lena would be hostile, defensive, clam up and shut her down. No, this was a job for Kara. That was what she told herself when she shrugged into a cardigan and set off, walking rather than flying across town.

Kara traveled as a human traveled, slowly. Her part of town was vibrant, with music and excitement spilling from hip bars. The tang of booze and the sharp acrid bite of tobacco smoke lashed at her as she passed.

She reached downtown and walked down the street, hugging herself and rubbing at her arms as if against a chill. It was quieter here, the offices and towers empty near midnight. As she passed Noonan’s, she briefly paused to study the chairs as they sat atop the tables and the empty space where she’d once slung lattes and pastries before somehow getting sucked into Cat Grant’s mad world.

She saw her own reflection in the dark glass and adjusted her glasses before moving on.

Lena’s building had doormen and one of them recognized her.

“Miss Danvers?” he said. His name was Todd or Rod or maybe… she didn’t remember. “Miss Luthor isn’t expecting guests.”

“I was just in the neighborhood.”

“It’s a bit late for an evening stroll.”

Nevertheless he stepped inside and returned a moment later, ushering her to the elevator. The light for Lena’s floor was lit. She’d called it up herself.

When the doors opened and Kara stepped out, Lena’s door stood open, spilling light out.

“Kara?” Lena asked softly, “It’s so late. What’s wrong?”

Kara froze, her resolve slipping away as easily as the moisture on her tongue as her mouth went dry. Lena was dressed in silk pajama bottoms and a silk top that left her shoulders bare and a flowing silk robe, all green. Her hair was down and fell over her shoulders in inky waves.

Kara could only stare until Lena’s hand curled around her arm and guided her inside. She closed the door behind them and offered Kara a glass of water.

She drained it.

“Kara, what is it? You look terrified.”

Kara looked at her, really looked at her, hearing Lena’s heart quicken as she did. Lena looked away sharply, a soft pink dusting her pale cheeks.

“Are you alright?”

“I have to ask you a question,” said Kara, “and once I ask it I can’t un-ask it.”

Lena swallowed hard, then went to pour herself a scotch, downing two fingers neat in just three gulps.

“Are you going to ask me about the Kryptonite?”

Kara flinched. Lena looked away from her, turning the glass in her hand, trying to hide the shaking.

“Yes.”

Lena slowly, deliberately placed the glass on the counter and shifted herself onto one of the kitchen stools.

“I should be glad it’s you she sent,” said Lena. “Agent Danvers would probably just shoot me first and ask questions later.”

“She? Sent? What do you mean?”

“Supergirl,” said Lena. “I know you’re at least acquainted. I always wondered how, if she knew you first or your sister.”

“Lena, why do you have Kryptonite? Where did you get it?”

“I made it, actually,” said Lena. “It’s surprisingly simple to synthesize if you know how.”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“As to why I have it,” said Lena, “you might be the only person who will believe me.”

“Go on.”

“I’m testing a method of destroying Kryptonite that renders it inert and harmless. It could also be used to destroy the mineral in large quantities or create a lightweight protective layer in Supergirl’s suit.”

“Does it work?”

“It works.”

“But you haven’t told Supergirl.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Still staring at the glass, Lena turned it on the countertop, the thick base making faint scraping sounds against the marble counter.

“Because she wouldn’t. I think when we first met she was suspicious but then really believed that I was trying to help, but lately she’s been suspicious and distant, and questions everything I do, even after Medusa.”

Kara felt a pang of guilt in your chest.

“You’re right,” Kara sighed. “She would. She has been… she’s been struggling for a while now. Things are more complicated and she was hurt after… you’re right, and she owes you an apology.”

“It’s not like we’re friends,” said Lena. “It’s not like I had brunch with her this morning.”

Kara froze, going very still.

“I’m not an idiot,” Lena said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Think about it. Supergirl’s best friend just happens to be the sister of the deputy director of the D.E.O., who regularly works with Supergirl. Supergirl’s best fiend is who has having coffee with her just when two goons happened to toss me off my own balcony. In the middle of the night. Supergirl’s best friend who is also Superman’s cousin, just like Supergirl is his cousin.”

“I… but I never said I was…”

“You’re Clark’s cousin and Clark is Superman. Lex has known for ten years, Kara. I already knew.”

Kara hugged herself tighter.

“Also,” said Lena, “you flat out told me you can fly on the day we met.”

“Oh,” Kara said softly.

“Oh,” said Lena.

“Were you going to say something?”

“I liked having a best friend. I like Kara.”

“I am Kara.”

Lena looked at her, and she felt herself shrink.

“Do you believe me about the Kryptonite?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“If you wanted to hurt me by now, you would have. Besides, I… I just do.”

“I have never understood why you can be so harsh to me with that stupid suit on and so kind to me the rest of the time.”

Kara looked away, as her lip began to tremble.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Lena. I wish I’d told you sooner, after Medusa or after Metallo almost exploded in our faces. I know I’ve been acting differently lately and I’m sorry.”

Kara turned back and saw that Lena was crying, a tear glittering on her cheek. A sharp, cruel pain lanced through her, like a knife parting her flesh from her ribs. She took a halting half step forward, stopped, then closed the distance, lightly resting her hand on Lena’s back. Feeling her body heat beneath the silk was intoxicating, and Kara felt her head spin.

“Did you come here to tell me?” said Lena.

“I came because I was scared, and angry. I’m tired of losing things. Places. People. I was so scared that Alex and James were right and I was being stupid about you.”

Lena snorted. “Oh of course.”

“The first time I ever saw you, I had this feeling, this… I can’t even put it into words. It was like remembering something I’d forgotten I knew. That same day when Clark said you were up to something, I told him off.”

Lena turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Is that feeling why you couldn’t leave me alone?”

“Yes,” Kara whispered.

Lena turned her body on the stool, facing her, and slipped off onto her heels. She stood mere inches from Kara now, looking up at her. With Kara standing in her sneakers and Lena barefoot, the height difference forced Kara to look down at her.

It was unbearable. The softness of her soft pink lips, the elegant rake of her jaw, her chin and throat and collarbones demanding kisses. She was so tiny and vulnerable and soft.

“You’re so damned rash and impulsive and headstrong,” said Lena. “Lex is going to kill you. He already wanted to kill you to spite your cousin, but now it’s worse because he knows. He casually dropped it in conversation and he caught my tell.”

“Your tell?”

Lena’s fingers walked up Kara’s chest and fiddled with her collar, playing with the top button.

“If I can figure out who you are, he can too. He has, I’m sure.”

“Lena,” Kara said.

“I won’t let him hurt you. The Luthors took everything and everyone from me and he can’t have you too!”

Kara froze for a brief moment, going very quiet. She swallowed hard as Lena looked away from her gaze, pointedly staring into her chest.

“Tell me they’re wrong,” Kara whispered.

“I would never hurt you.”

“Lex isn’t going to do anything to me,” said Kara.

She had, almost without realizing, slid her arm around Lena’s waist and now Lena was a soft weight pressed to her chest, heart fluttering between them like a tiny bird. Kara touched Lena’s jaw and gently tilted her face up as their eyes met.

“Kara Danvers believes in you, Lena.”

“I’m scared, Kara. He knows how I feel.”

“How do you feel?”

“For someone with fifty different types of vision, you can be incredibly blind.”

“I know how I feel,” said Kara. “You’re more than a friend to me, Lena. I can be more to you if you want me to be.”

Lena darted up and pressed a soft kiss to Kara’s lips and she was momentarily stunned, too stunned to even kiss her back until instinct took over and she pulled Lena even closer, molding their bodies together. When Lena moaned into her mouth, Kara could swear she could feel her soul briefly leave her body.

“You know, I’ve never properly thanked you for those heroic rescues,” Lena husked, her voice like a silk scarf flowering over Kara’s skin.

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xxblairexxss · 1 year ago

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Fluffy child

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Word count : 2.1k

A/N : Not really sure about this one. Sorry if it’s not up to your expectation, anon!

Requested!

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"Baby, I need to go now!"

"Wait!" You yelled back and picked up your fluffy son in your arms before making your way to your boyfriend, who was all prepared to leave with his small luggage. "Teddy said bye!”

He cackled as you waved the fluffy hand while the cat was looking very unamused as he was forced to wear the shirt. "Where did you get that?”

It was a toddler size Ferrari shirt with the number 16 at the back that you ordered months ago. "From a random website! Isn’t it cute? He liked it!” You squealed and kissed Teddy’s cheek.

"I don’t think he likes it, baby. Look at the face. He’s definitely giving you a side eye.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s horrible attempt to copy the expression. "I need to go now. I love you."

"There you go.” Teddy rolled down on the floor as you crouched to place him down before wrapping your arms around Charles’ neck as he kissed you on the cheek. "I’ll miss you!"

"I’ll miss you more. Teddy, don’t get used to my absence; it’ll only be 4 days."

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"Yeah, definitely. I mean—" Charles’ attentiveness to the conversation snapped when his phone rang. A smile instantly lit up his face when he saw the heart emoji at the end of the contact’s name. He usually got a few pictures of Teddy, your cat, every day, more if he was away. There were more pictures of the cat himself than your pictures in his phone by now.

Scooting the chair a little further away from Lando and Alex, he swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipating your voice. "Hey, baby!"

"Charles, he's gone…"

He frowned, unable to catch the words. Your voice was shaking, and there were a lot of voices where he was currently. "Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you. What was that?"

"Teddy’s gone…"

He heard you sniffle and choppy breathing, making his hand itching to hold you in his arms right now.

"Charles, where are you going?” Lando called out after seeing the Ferrari driver stand up abruptly.

"My room." That was all he said as he left the table and made his way to the driver’s room, away from anyone else so he could hear you clearly.

Teddyy was a kitten you found outside a library back when you were a student. He came to the family at an early stage of the relationship. Charles always preferred a dog, but you managed to change his mind, or maybe he was forced to change his mind because wherever you were, Teddy would be by your side. Even in bed. So he never really got to say no to the fluff of cloud. He was very vocal and proud of being a dad as well. In fact, people would always ask him about Teddy more than himself whenever he bumped into the fans. It surely felt like Teddy was slowly taking over the spotlight.

You woke up yesterday morning and headed to the kitchen to do your daily routine, which was to feed your child. There should be a mini-race between you and him about who got to reach the kitchen first, and he would have blasted out his vocal chords to alarm the whole apartment that he required food right there and then, but yesterday was different. He was just lying down on his bed, looking so weak that you had to bring him to the emergency vet. You stayed at the vet for hours up until he got surgery, alone and unable to ring Charles due to the time difference. It was 2 hours after the surgery that the vet told you he passed away due to the stress that the surgery caused. You were told he suffered from a disease that could be infected by a virus that was hard to detect, and it wasn’t your fault, but it definitely felt like it. You haven’t slept; you couldn’t look at his blue-coloured glass bowl without crying, and you needed Charles.

He didn’t say anything throughout the video call, which lasted for at least an hour. You were filling him up with everything that happened with your puffy eyes, messy hair bun with your knitted cardigan, and looking like a divorced housewife who couldn’t move on from their cheater husband.

"I’m all good now. A little sad," You sniffed and wiped the tears with your oversized sweatshirt sleeve that was a little darker in colour from being used as a replacement for a tissue. "but I’m good."

Charles smiled, his heart swelling from seeing the way you tried to play it off just so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. “Are you sure you are okay, angel? I can stay on the phone longer. They don’t need me until 3, at least.” His gaze went to the top left of his phone screen. It was 2:57 PM.

"No, it’s okay." You brought the phone closer and managed a smile after seeing the way he looked at you. "Good luck."

"I love you, precious. I’ll probably arrive by midnight. You don’t have to wait for me, alright?"

You rubbed your eyes, nodding to his question before waving as he ended the call. The brown, printed blanket was back clinging to your body as you turned yourself into a cocoon and scrolled through pictures of Teddy while F1TV was airing on your television with just a few hours to go before the race.

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Everything had to make the loudest sound when he needed to be quiet. The sound of his shoe against the floor, which was usually silent as the grave, had to be the loudest ever at this hour. The sound of something shuffling against the floor made him whip his head as fast as he could towards the hallway, as soon as he closed the door.

"Baby?"

The shuffling sound came faster and louder as he made his way deeper into the dark hallway and stumbled back as you threw yourself against him. Too fast that he didn’t catch a glimpse of your body coming.

“F—you scared me.” He breathed out, and his arm went around your petite frame. He didn’t turn on the light because you often fell asleep on the couch, and he would hate himself for waking you up, but every sound in the dark would be connected to a burglar. He would have thrown a kick if he hadn’t caught the lavender scent from your body wash as you crashed into him earlier. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was waiting for you."

The thumping sound filled the silence as he let go of the bag he was holding with his other hand as he held you when you started crying in his arms. "Baby…"

It felt like you had drained out every salty liquid you had left because you were dehydrated after soaking Charles’ black shirt with your tears. You were flushed red when he cackled at you as you apologised for the mess.

"You should change out of this." He jerked back as you tugged on the shirt.

"Don’t be silly. Baby, stop trying to strip me. This is an assault."

You tugged on it again. "Go and change! It probably has my snot on it."

"Okay, and?"

"It’s disgusting!"

"Just tell me if you want to see my body. There’s no need to make up an excuse.” You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen while Charles waited for the linguine noodles to cook.

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"Is it done?”

You looked adorable with the puffy eyes and his hoodie, which seemed to be twice the size of your body, but Charles refused to say it out loud because you would turn down the compliment as if he were making fun of you. "It’s done, but it’s mine.” He had eaten earlier on the plane, but he didn’t have to ask to know you hadn’t eaten anything. He knew you from the back of his hand. He also knew you wouldn’t say no to your favourite food, butter pasta, so even when you told him you weren’t hungry, he still ended up cooking the food just because he wanted you to eat.

"Can I have a bite?” You wished he didn’t hear your stomach grumble.

Your phone was placed on your lap as he feed you a mouthful so as you leaned in, and he caught a glance of a recent picture of you and Teddy on your screen. He hadn’t really gotten to ask why or what happened because it didn’t seem like you were ready for it. All he knew was that you had to bring him to the emergency room because he wasn’t responding well, and that was it. "Baby, what happened?"

"It was my fault.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself, as you pressed the bottom part of your palm against your eyes to stop the tears.

Charles placed his hand on your waist, and you felt him keep stroking his thumb against it while you tried to gather your emotions. "I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t really want to eat his food two days ago, but I thought it was because of the new brand of food that I recently bought. I’m such a bad mom."

He took the plate away before drawing you into his arms. "You were the best owner any cat could ask for, baby. There are some things that are beyond our control. It wasn’t your fault. We even bought him for a monthly checkup. We did everything we could. You weren’t neglecting him just because you couldn’t detect his sickness early. He was looking fine even before I left."

"I miss him so much..."

"I know, precious. I know." The screen of your phone lights up again from a light touch of your clothes. "How about you show me pictures of him that I haven’t seen?"

"Won’t it be boring?” You wiped your tears with your sleeves again as you went to your photo album and scrolled through thousands of pictures and videos of him throughout the year. "Have you seen this one?"

"Which one?" He pulled you closer as you laid on his chest.

"This one." You chuckled and clicked on the play button. "It was when I bought a new mouse toy for him, and he was so excited that he fell off the bed from chasing it."

He was listening to you attentively until you asked to go to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept at all, even on the plane on his way back to fight the jet lag. He nearly fell asleep standing while he was waiting for the block of butter to melt against the pan, but it was worth it to joke around, to lighten up the mood, to lend you his shoulder, ears, and shirt to soak your tears with because as he stepped into the house, he knew he had a responsibility as your boyfriend. Sleep could wait; he would be happy to watch the same video of Teddy just from different angles a hundred times if that was what made you smile.

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Charles squinted his eyes as he caught you walking back to the car with a paper bag of fruits on your left hand and something fluffy on your right. The door to the shotgun seat was opened as you got in, and the fluffy thing you were holding meowed.

He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to start. He thought you said you wanted to drop by the supermarket real quick to get some fruits, and he just had to wait in the car. What was supposed to be 20 minutes turned out to be longer than that. He even had to call you to ask why you were taking so long and if you needed his help, to which you said no, and now you brought in a fluffy, moving animal as if it were part of the fruits.

"Baby, what…did you buy?“

"Oh!" You let go of the kitten and took out the small packets of everything inside the paper bag. "I bought strawberries! Blueberries and some bananas. I also got some marshmallows!”

"And what is that?” Charles arched his brow, eyes on the kitten on your lap.

"Which one?" You tilted your head.

“That..?”

“Oh! It’s a kitten!” You beamed.

"Ah, it’s a kitten! I wouldn’t have guessed. Y/N, did you think you could sneak in a kitten in the car and I wouldn’t find out about it?” He was so lost for words that he ended up chuckling.

"I found Boo on the side of the street!” You picked the kitten up and booped on the nose.

"Who is Boo? It has a name already?"

"Can we take her, please? Please, please! I can’t just leave her on the street. She was hungry too!” You cradled the kitten against your chest and tried not to make any eye contact with your boyfriend so that he would just accept his fate and drive home. “Look at the face! She reminds me of Teddy!”

"Well, she has a name already. Let’s just go home, Boo."

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emeryhall · 6 days ago

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Thank you @run-for-chamo-miles for the tag!

In 2024, I posted 9 fics totaling 339,207 words, which is fucking batshit even if some of those words were written in 2023. My most popular fic in terms of kudos is arsonist Baz and firefighter Simon 🔥. But in terms of bookmarks, it's Blood Sugar Sex Moony (wolfstar), which includes my favorite bookmark ever ⬇️

Fics listed below the cut, plus a heartfelt PSA ❤️

January

Blood Sugar Sex Moony (wolfstar, E, 63.6K)

A vengeance-fueled, Buffy-inspired, 90s high school AU with a 17-person body count, featuring amazing art by @spikesteaseasalt.

A Little Bit Deadly (snowbaz, E, 48.9K)

New York City firefighter Simon Snow mistakenly downloads Grindr instead of Tinder and falls for British arsonist Baz Pitch. Featuring DEREK JETER and the most heart-warming art by @letraspal.

March

The Tale of a Magic-Sucking Hoover and a Rat-Drinking Monster (snowbaz, E, 38.7K)

Ghost mums, sentient buildings, and sex toys. Oh my!

June

Only Creatures (snowbaz, E, 88K)

Sad poet Baz Pitch and dragon camboy Simon Snow. Featuring Baz's beard, the hybrid-creatures camming site, OnlyCreatures, and a cameo by Taylor Swift, as well as absolutely gorgeous art by @artsyunderstudy.

October

Sidney Snow Grimm-Pitch (snowbaz, M, 43.7K)

My delightful collaboration with @artsyunderstudy, and a gift for @cutestkilla whose fic What's Left inspired this getting together later in life mpreg. Yes, mpreg.

whatever beats beneath (firstprince, E, 5.1K)

My foray into the RWRB fandom, when I thought I was writing an omarashi fic for a Kinktober prompt, but instead wrote an exploration of grief.

November

Pink Salt (Saltburn, E, 23.1K)

Sometimes the greatest love story is between an undead baker and the man who didn't realize he was a necromancer when he fucked his grave.

Bound Together in Five Dimensions (snowbaz, E, WIP, 4.7K and growing)

My CORB collab with @stardustasincocaine! I won't say anymore because we're posting the next chapter very, very soon 🩷

December

Out of the Game (firstprince, E, WIP, 23.9K and growing)

Another RWRB, this time scratching my itch to write in the detective/spy thriller genre. In the spirit of the Will Darling Adventures, and featuring truly inspired literary works by Henry, and an Alex who is perhaps not to be trusted. But then again, maybe Henry needs a little chaos in his life.

And finally, a PSA, written as much as a reminder to myself, as to anyone else who feels like their writing doesn't quite fit anywhere:

When I posted my first fanfic (wolfstar), no one read me. We’re talking like four kudos in a fandom where fics go viral. And at some point I thought, maybe I should attempt to write things that people actually want to read?

I love writing deeply romantic stories, but I love stories like True Romance or The Shape of Water. Two people who are perfect for each other, but one is mute and the other is a fish god from Brazil. One stabs Tony Soprano in the foot with a corkscrew and the other communicates with an hallucination of Elvis.

Finally, I found the Carry On fandom who enthusiastically embraced my Baz who excelled "at both deep-throating cock and scorching motherfuckers like a vengeance demon in floral Tom Ford." And then finally, finally, almost a year after it posted, people in the wolfstar fandom started reading Blood Sugar Sex Moony. Now, almost every day, I get kudos and (sometimes delightfully unhinged) comments on my wolfstar too.

I don’t imagine I’ll ever be really, really popular, but I’ve found a group of readers — or they’ve found me — who appreciate the way my brain works, and little old high school me, who always believed that the best love stories are the strangest ones, knows that they are not alone.

So my PSA to everyone out there who feels like Nora Ephron trapped in David Lynch trapped in Wes Craven — or whatever your unmarketable combo may be — keep on doing you. One day you will find your people 🩷

Also, thank you to everyone who read, kudos-ed, and commented on my fics, and a special shout out to all of the wonderful friends I've made in the Carry On fandom. Y'all have brightened my 2024.

And now, tags!

@bookish-bogwitch @monbons @roomwithanopenfire @fiend-for-culture @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@thewholelemon @mooncello @iamamythologicalcreature @rimeswithpurple @orange-peony

@messofthejess @alexalexinii @best--dress @ileadacharmedlife @ic3que3n

@hushed-chorus @rbkzz @noblecorgi @facewithoutheart @larkral

@euripidestrousers @r33sespieces @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @letraspal

Plus anyone who wants to play. (I imagine this can be done for art too. Or dolls!)

#tag game #snowbaz #wolfstar #firstprince #rwrb fanfiction #cattonquick #saltburn fanfiction #my writing #so many words #too many words?

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junedenim · 6 months ago

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everything is romantic

an island getaway

warnings: smut, fluffy fluff, blowjob, eating out, & the p goes in the v

word count: 6.6k

"Get off the computer!" Alex yelled from the other room.

"I'm not on my computer!" You yell back as you continue to type on your computer.

The air was hot in the rented house. Alex had spent the past 20 minutes trying to figure out how to turn on the AC that the lessor advertised the place as having but had remained to be found. You weren't supposed to be working. That had been part of the rules set but it felt like emails hardly qualified in that category. You could easily be getting an email from your mother so is there really a difference, even if you are answering an email from your boss?

"Get off the computer!" His voice was nearer this time, closer to the bedroom, but still in the hallway.

"Shush!" You sound back.

You hear his feet padding into the room and you don't try to hide what you're doing. You both knew what you were doing. "What do I see here? You're on your computer."

You momentarily pause to turn around in your chair to look at him. A trickle of sweat lines him, which doesn't help cool you down by any means. His hair is messed about meaning he definitely did not find the thermostat and was pulling his hair out over not finding the thermostat. "I'm just emailing Coco and then I'll be done." Coco, your insufferable boss. You didn't mind her, you quite liked her compared to previous bosses. Alex hated her guts. You might as well have been handcuffed to your laptop these past months.

"Why didn't you just ask Coco to come with us if you were going to email her the whole time?"

He's annoyed. You're a bit annoyed too but responding to an email is nothing, especially since you weren't planning to do anything today anyway. To Alex, doing nothing today was kind of the point.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the laptop. Alex moves closer, he leans his arms down onto the desk, trapping you in your seat. His mouth slides up against your ear. "No emails."

"Just this one. Okay?" You promise. Well, lie.

"I don't believe you." He kisses your neck. It's slow and teasing. He's messing with you—creating an itch that needs to be scratched. He itches his way down. "You're not even out of your airport clothes?" You're still dressed in jeans and even Alex has changed into shorts. He kisses your collarbone before reaching down to the ends of the white blouse you're wearing and pulling it up. Your arms block him from taking it off all the way but that doesn't prevent him from squeezing your bra-covered boob.

"Alex, come on," you urge.

His non-boob-squeezing hand reaches around you and shuts the laptop. "It's vacation time." You sigh and give in then. He pushed the cup of her left boob down and started playing with its nipple. It's a weakness. He fiddles with it. You often joke he is trying to turn the volume up by the way he turns it and by the way you moan louder from it. He mouths away at your neck, slowly, teasingly, skillfully going at it.

"Aren't you hot? I'm hot," Alex says. You quickly oblige to what he's hinting at and raise your arms for him to pull off your blouse all the way. He takes his shirt off too, something he probably would have done eventually because of the heat.

His chest has a sheen of sweat over it that makes you want to lick him. Is that crazy? To picture him as some human popsicle? He is what you need to quench your thirst. The cold beverage in this boiling bungalow. You both want to take a bite of him and watch him melt. You figure he's too tasty to be ignored, so you rush out of your chair and down onto your knees.

The perk of him changing out of his airport outfit and there is no need to work a belt off of him. You're quick in your unbuttoning of his blue Bermuda shorts. You don't bother to push down his shorts or underwear, instead electing to reach into his underwear to grab his cock. You're wrapping your hands around it when he quips, "I'll give you a job to do."

You start giggling at his penis before looking up to see him peering down at you with a chuckle. It makes you laugh more. You duck your head into his lower stomach to hide your laughter. It redistributes it into Alex's body, vibrating its way up his spine.

His fingers thread through your hair in a shared reassuring matter but also slightly urging you to attend to his hard dick, still in your hand. You lift your head and gaze up at him with a slight remaining giggle before kissing his tip slowly. The remaining smile you have turns him on more and with his hand still in your hair, he pushes the back of your head urging you forward more.

You accept his request and wrap your lips around his cock. You take all of him in, wetting his cock, so you can easily rub your hand up and down. You stare up at him. You like doing it when you're blowing him and he really likes it when you do it. Each time you place him in your mouth, his eyes flutter making you wetter with each blink. When he hits the back of your throat, your eyes close tight before you pop off of him, you open your eyes wide, and bat your lashes. Then, you do it all over again.

His hand tightens and releases around your hair several times with each moan that he can't help but utter. Alex is soft with you, not wanting to hurt you in any way. You gag around his cock and he pulls you off him and wordlessly bends down to kiss you.

He lays you down and follows you down onto the floor. The kisses get heavier as he lies on top of you. His hand grabs the side of your waist and yours are on the back of his head, keeping his lips on yours.

Alex's hand travels down your side to your right leg. He urges the leg up and you wrap it around his back, pulling him into you. His hard cock rubs against the rough denim material covering your center.

There's an urgency to this. Foreplay suffers in the need for completion on both of your ends. He unbuttons your jeans and begins to push them down. You break your kiss to help pull them off your legs, your panties following in tow. He lifts himself to pull them off your feet, turning the jeans inside out in the quickest rush to get them off.

You pull Alex back on top of you at the first sign your jeans are off. Your lips are back on each other like they are attacking one another. You curl your left hand around the back of his neck, toying with the ends of his hair.

He raises himself, halfway into a plank, and reaches down to line himself up. He enters slowly, just his tip, but you're in the need for haste. You curl your legs around his waist tightly and pull him close to you, therefore having him plunge deep.

The quick sensation has you slamming your hands onto his back, hugging him down onto you. Alex lets out a deep moan right next to your ear. He bucks into quick, understanding what you both want. You're tight around him and it feels like he is in another world, lost in the feeling of being in you.

He wasn't sure if it was you squeezing around him or the thought that you were on an island vacation that meant endless amounts of sex for a week. It wasn't a honeymoon, no matter how much your friends kept joking it was. There was a time, deep in childhood innocence, that you thought you would save yourself for marriage, mainly because boys were icky and if you had to do it at some point then your husband would probably be okay for that. You told him all this the first time you were together. Generally, it scared off men to know the women they picked up at a bar was talking about the sex that they would have on their wedding night, but it only endeared Alex to you. The cute way you had laid on your back, the white sheets tangled around you making you look like a bride. Your hair—short back then—scruffed up on the pillow. You talked with your hands, dancing them around the air, and telling a story with just them. Nothing was told in an expected way.

You had no plans to spend a life with the guy from a bar you hooked up with. Then, he told you about how during the summer before he started secondary school he used to hide under his covers reading encyclopedias because he was nervous he wouldn't be smart enough. He had a buzzcut and laid on his stomach when he talked. He had looked restless at the bar but peaceful beside you. His arms were tucked under his pillow but later on, after all the sex when you were just telling stories, he draped an arm over your stomach. Warmth, Alex had always brought that.

The sex you were having now. This was the sex you dreamt of losing your virginity on your wedding night too. So, if it had to be your "honeymoon" sex then it was well-suited. You felt weak under him, like a shaken leaf from his branches. It sounded vaguely misogynistic when he said it, like you were Eve coming from Adam's rib even though that didn't make much sense because didn't Adam have to have a mother? Don't all children come from their mother's ribs? Alex liked thoughts like this that you had. He called them "sex thoughts" because you'd whisper them to him after the act. Most men would be offended by the thought that the woman they were fucking had the ability to think about Biblical figures during sex. Alex saw it as inspiring you.

He thrust deep, hitting the ridge in the back of you. "Fuck," you muttered. You tended to do that too. The babbling during sex. Your eyes roll back when he hits it again, another "Fuck" drops from your lips.

Then, he's teasing, taking himself out to his tip and then slamming back into you. "Holy fuck." That was always a good sign.

Alex takes himself to the tip again. He holds himself there too long. You're whiny and desperate and reaching the end, orgasm in sight. You buck your hips up. It causes him to stumble, his elbows bend. His chest lands on you, suffocating you down. His cock deep, his heavy breathing and moans against your ear, his chest to your chest. You wrap your arms around him again and hold him to you.

You roll your hips up making him moan a "Fuck" of his own. He raises himself up again to thrust deep into you. You stick two fingers into his mouth, tasting of the strawberries you made him stop to pick up on your way to the house. You slink your hand down to the space between his stomach and yours. He could feel the curve of her knuckle moving against him as you touched herself. His pace is getting messier. A clear sign of the impending finish.

"Alex," you whine.

"Yeah," he responds. He knows you're close. You're getting messy too. Your hips keep shuffling around and he tries to pin you with his own to keep you straight. Then, he lets out, "Fuck. I—uh, god, fuck."

He manages to get in a few more pumps, feeling you clench up and squeeze around him before he finally allows himself to release into you. You would throw your head back if it wasn't rested against the floor. Alex buries his in the crook of your neck. Instinctively, you grab a hold of the back of his head, clutching his hair roughly.

He sinks deeply into you, out of breath, and tired from holding himself up the whole time. You love holding him back, but he's worried about squashing you to death. He pulls himself out of you and lies beside you. You're scattered toys on a child's playroom floor. You feel his cum leaking out of you, something you used to find gross, but now feels weird when he doesn't finish inside you. Sometimes, if it's his birthday or you're trying to cheer him up, you'll let him cum on your tits. He tells you he isn't sure if he enjoys it because you rarely do it or if he actually likes doing it.

"I didn't even take my bra off." One of your bra cups was pulled down, exposing your boob, and, on the other side, the strap was pulled down, barely hanging onto your body.

"I didn't even take my shorts off." His shorts lay in a tangled blue puddle around his ankles, his underwear hanging an inch off the rest.

"Well, you had a job to do." You both burst out laughing. The sun leaking through the windows feels nice.

Alex tied the knot in the back of your bikini. Why did he tie the knot in the back of your bikini? You're putting sunscreen on. The cream kind all over your arms. He's waiting for you to ask him to do your back. You already did his. Before he even stepped outside. He burns like a tomato and you seem to always get this golden tan that he will admit he'd be jealous of if you didn't look much better with it than he would.

You're talking about the email Coco sent you but he tends to tune out when Coco is mentioned these days and you're dressed in that white bikini. "Can you do my back?" Ding, ding, ding!

He must look like a lunatic the way he jumps up from his chair to grab the lotion bottle out of your hand. You're not oblivious. Alex has confessed to this turn-on of his when you first started dating and you went to some Malibu beach together. His slowness in rubbing the lotion in made you ask him what was taking so long and he had answered, "I'm savouring it."

Alex is savouring it now. He was bordering on giving you a massage, which you can't complain about as he gives special attention to your shoulders. Then, he's placing kisses on her shoulder.

"I'm not having sex on the beach with you, bunny." Another confessed fantasy.

He whines, "Come on. Isn't that the whole reason why we picked this house? There's nobody here." The house was only a few yards from the beach and you were nervous at night that the tide might sweep the house away. True, you hadn't seen a single person since sitting out on the beach. However, sex on the beach was reserved for cocktails only.

"I thought we picked it for the balconies." That was your fantasy. Too many readings and watchings of Romeo & Juliet. If Alex could climb the pipes up to the balcony, you would cream yourself.

Alex stops his sunscreen rubbing and turns into your eyeline. "No, honey, you picked it for the balconies. I picked it for a week of naked you. Indoor, outdoor, house, ocean, sand, I could go on."

You laugh and shake your head. "I am not having sex in the sand. I'll be finding it up there for months."

"I'll do a good job."

"I don't doubt you would."

You had generally been against public sex ever since one night, early on in dating Alex when you got caught in a club bathroom. Alex was spared any embarrassment, having all his clothes on. You had your bare chest exposed. It had generally been kept in houses since then. Although, you did seem to cover most surfaces. Bed, bedroom floor, kitchen counters, kitchen floor, shower, bathroom counters, you could go on. Never the bathroom floor though, maybe you'll do that here. The bathroom is pretty big.

Alex's shirts are your generally preferred vacation outfits. He wasn't much bigger than you but his shirts hung loose and were breezy in the summer air. They made good cover-ups for swimwear. This one, blue and white striped, was your favourite. You wore jean shorts with it and cheap sandals as you strolled into the little town just off the way of the beach.

"I'd like to grow old in a place like this," you say. It's quaint and foreign. A little seaboard town. A place where no one knew them. Alex's fame wasn't much of a problem. You adjusted easily to it once you found out the level of it. Something that had surprised him, though he never told you that. You were young but past the point where you were worrying about zits and fake IDs. Settling down felt far away and close at the same. If Alex wanted to, you would. As long as you got to pick where you lived.

Alex swings your hands in between you two. You both walk in short steps, taking in each piece of the town. You have a bounce in your step as you cheer about the town. "It seems like a place that would add 10 years onto your life," Alex adds. He had the thought that he was 10 years older than you. Does that mean he'd die first? He'd be fine with that. He thinks you have much more strength than him and could probably survive his death. If you were to die, he'd curl up into a ball in stay there. You'd probably grab martinis with friends after his funeral and he supports that.

"Fountain of youth. Although, isn't that supposed to be in Florida?" You wonder aloud.

"The fountain of youth is definitely not in Florida."

"Aren't I your fountain of youth?" You tease him. You did this often, teasing him over the age gap. It made him uncomfortable early on. Like he was taking advantage of you in some way. It made him feel particularly icky over a dinner where you had said, "Am I your sugar baby or something?" It was a joke but he was caught up in what you thought of him, what others thought of him. You had only been going out for a few weeks, not even officially dating yet. Then, when the check came around that night, you insisted on paying. Then, he felt ridiculous for ever taking your jokes as actual blows against him. They were more often than not just jokes about how old he was, which he could accept (most of the time).

No quip was returned before you dropped his hand and jumped up and down. "Ice cream!" Yeah, there might be a 10-year age difference but even Alex might jump up and down for ice cream. Well, ice cream with you licking the ice cream. He's horny first, human second.

Later, Alex and you sit in the ice cream parlour each equipped with an ice cream cone. The place has a singular small fan going, every 30 seconds you feel a slight gust of wind, which soothes your burning skin. "Ice cream is much better here than in America."

You had an impassioned hatred for America, which he never understood. You were American—well, mostly American—you had lived there your whole life—again mostly—your friends were America—again, again, mostly—you had met each other in America, fucked in America, fell in love in America, lived together in America, and, eventually, moved away from America. He thinks it has something to do with your mother.

He hums in agreement and settles at watching your tongue swish around the ice cream's tip, imagining scenes from earlier this morning. He is already biting into his cone.

Alex leans closer, up against your ear, whispering, "You want to go to the bathroom?"

You pull back to look him in the face, gifting him an eye roll. "I may be younger than you, Alex, but I was potty-trained."

His hand, resting on the curve of your waist, yanks you toward him. "There's no one in here. No one to walk in."

"Yeah, except the one employee who is going to notice his only two customers go into the bathroom together. We're 5 minutes from the house, if you want to go back and have me suck you off we can do that." The 15-year-old boy at the counter looked harmless and would likely be too afraid to prevent them from doing anything but he would concede that you had a point.

"You're so romantic."

"You're the one who wants me to do you in the bathroom."

He watches you in the pool. When you returned to the house, you didn't do each other. With the same enthusiasm that you had for the ice cream, you shed your clothing racing for the pool. Your shirt of his lay at his feet, disappointingly not leading to a naked you. He grabs a fresh towel for you and watches you splash around. Cheering for him to watch, here's my front flip, back flip, handstand, front flip into back flip into handstand.

He watches 5 minutes of this before it becomes repetitive and he turns to the book he brought out to read. The sun shines perfectly on his book and perfectly on you.

3 pages in something lands at his feet. A wet white bikini top. If this wet white bikini top is at his feet, then where is yours? His gaze moves slowly to the pool. You're acting oblivious, underwater, avoiding his eyes. When you come up, your back is to him. Turn around, turn around, turn around.

You're slow. You've always been a teaser. His breath is slow, hitched in his throat. He has made a point not to move, not wanting to distract himself with the flick of his own wrist.

Then, suddenly, you turn quickly, slingshot a bunch of white fabric flying toward him. Plop! At his feet again, your swim bottoms. By the time his eyes have lifted from the bunch of clothing, you've already dove back underwater. His eyes trail over the blurry curve of your skinny-dipping body. This is vacation.

You know what you're doing. You come up on the side closest to him, propping your arms up on the pool's edge. Your nude body is completely blocked. Your hair is sleeked back, giving him a detailed drawing of your face that he only quite gets when your hair is wet. Pet back in the shower, sleeked back in the pool.

"What are we having for dinner?" You smirk at him. A siren.

"Whatever you want." He can play along. Try his best to act uninterested despite the object hardening in his shorts.

"Do you want to eat out or in?" Your smile is a beam. A sight that happens often but not for more than a second before a burst of laughter. You've held it for 30 seconds now.

Alex looks down on his book. His eyes skim but he is pretty sure he can't even read the English language at this point. "Whatever you want." He prays for you to say in so they can order it, fuck, pay the delivery guy, fuck until the food is cold, reheat the food, fuck, eat, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm tired. Let's eat in. There should be takeaway menus in one of the kitchen drawers." You better not be tired.

"I'll go grab them after I finish this page." It should take about a decade for him to get through this page.

He hears a splash and looks up. You're back underwater, kicking your feet loudly. When you first got together, back during that rough buzzcut season of his life when he was in the perils of a near-mental breakdown and you were supposed to be a girl in a series of other girls until you weren't, Alex and you spent entire lifetimes out in his pool. You were relatively poor by comparison, sharing an apartment with 2 other people. No pool, no privacy. You joked with Alex sometimes that you'd never be together without those two things.

In those first few weeks, when the title of your relationship rested in the firmly sexual position, you'd do what you were doing now. The difference was Alex was usually in the pool with you, with equal nude-ship status. You fucked in the pool, multiple times. You fucked in the hot tub, multiple times. Now, he'd like to fuck in this pool or near it, he doesn't have to get wet, only you do.

"Water girl!" He yelled out. At the far end of the pool, you look behind your shoulder. The waves of the water shield any good view of your body. "Come here."

You push off the wall in his direction. Your hands wrap around the edge of the pool, hanging off of it. "Yes?"

"Come here." Alex gestures you out of the pool.

You bite your lip and sit your chin on the pool's edge. With a slight shake of your head, you say, "Too hot. Did you decide on dinner?"

"I didn't get the menus yet."

"Well, why don't you go do that?" You're manipulative and exploitative, dangling your body in front of him and snatching it away.

Thinking the dinner menus might get you out of the pool, he shuts the unread book, and heads to the kitchen. It takes him about 3 drawers to find the stack of menus tucked in the back. He thinks tomorrow you both should go to the grocery store a couple of streets down and he'll cook dinner. You're a rotten cook. You lived off fruit, McDonald's, and the kindness of friends before you met him. If there is any time he does feel like a sugar daddy is when he is servicing you with meals. You attempted to cook a meal together once and you had sliced your hand within the first 5 minutes.

When he turns around, a blur passes through the kitchen. He glances down at the puddles of water across the wood-paneled floor. He abandons the menus in favour of chasing that blur. You're easy to catch up to, you've made your way to the living room. Alex stands at the archway, blocking you in.

You stand, dripping, in the corner of the room. Your arms are covered over your boobs. Your legs are slightly crossed at your ankles. "What's your next move here, Turner?" You ask teasingly.

He stands back, trying to remain intact and undeterred. He crosses his arms. "I'm the one with the exit. You, my friend, are trapped in."

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head. "I'm the one with the advantage."

"How's that?"

"No clothes weighing me down and you are a man with the inability to focus on anything when boobs are present." You drop your arms to your side. Boobs with water droplets running down the sides and perky nipples staring at him.

Yes, he totally does get distracted by the boobs for a split second, but he is determined to stay resolute. He dashes across the room, eliciting a squeal from you before he even comes close to you. He reaches out trying to grab your slippery limbs.

You're both laughing messes when he manages to curl an arm around your waist. Alex's stumbling and your weight makes you fall onto the couch. You scream. "We can't get the couch wet!"

His back lands on the couch preventing you from soaking the couch. Your wet hair lands in Alex's mouth as he says, "You want to do it on the floor again?"

"Can't we ever just do it in a bed?" His tight grip on you doesn't allow you to stand up, still stacked on top of him, despite your wriggling.

"Not when you're running around wet and naked."

You're able to wriggle out of his grip and sit beside his lounging body on the couch. She smirks. "Why don't you hurry up and take your clothes off then?"

He shoves his shorts off pretty quickly after that command. With little hesitation, you straddle him, sinking onto him. That divine stretch has you unleashing a moan. He shivers from the chill you bring. You engulf him completely and lean down, scattering light kisses down his neck.

You sit up, lifting yourself slowly and then dropping down quickly, similar to the way he slams into you when he's in control. You grind on him, back and forth, making him let out a growly moan.

You place your hands on his upper chest. Your movements quicken and he places his hands lightly on your waist. He squeezes your skin when he moans. The sex itself is blurry like you running through the kitchen and his chase for his orgasm is short, already worked up from your teasing. Riding him often leads to a quickie.

"Where do you wanna cum, huh?" You're sneering and flirty taunting smirk.

His eyes widen from their previous tightly shut state. "You're gonna let me cum on your tits?"

She nods. "Just don't get it in my hair." You say this every time. He never has but you still have this great fear of a drop getting into your hair.

After a few more bounces of friction, heat, skin-to-skin, and whimpering gasps, Alex urges you off of him. You promptly go down to your knees on the floor. Alex swings his legs onto the floor and reaches his climax too quick to stand up. A couple of pumps and ropes land on your chest. His aim is still on point. He throws his head back, resting it on the couch. You run your hand up his inner thigh in both a teasing and soothing manner.

A beat passes before you stand up and peck his cheek. He blindly touches your elbow with a soft touch, trying to urge you to lie back down on top of him, chest-to-chest.

You disconnect from him. "I'm gonna order dinner now!" He's completely spent and you're energetically scurrying back over to the kitchen. At least, he can admire your back as you leave. And your ass, he doesn't appreciate your cute little butt enough.

You've got his shirt on again, except now there's no bra underneath. The first few buttons have been left open allowing him to see that sacred curve. The two of you sit, eating at a little table on the patio that overlooks the ocean. Your hair has grown lighter in the sun, bouncing rays off of it. It's messily dried from its former wet state, making it look like a light aura surrounds you.

"I'm going to bring out the bottle of wine," you announce, rising from your chair. It doesn't help matters that you're only wearing your underwear underneath the linen fabric.

His dressed state isn't much different than yours. His own loose-fitted, casually unbuttoned shirt. His sunglasses covering his eyes. That chain of his catching the sun. His hair was fluffy, always fluffy. You started calling him bunny after his hair had grown back. The way it flops around now reminds you of a bunny's ear.

You returned with the bottle, refilling the glasses you had been nursing. Alex had lit a cigarette while you were inside the house, the smoke exhaling from his lips in a spin that made you feel a lustful dizz.

You pluck the cig from in between his fingers, taking a drag of your own. He felt guilt that he had gotten you into the habit but you used to be one of those annoying people who carried around a vape and constantly hit it (god, he sounded old). He guesses taking a couple of drags of his cigarettes beats the damage that would have done.

You stick out your hand toward the setting sun, tracing the horizon as the cigarette billows smoke from it. "I wish we had this view all the time." The sky was a blue fading into a purple disappearing into a pinkish orange. It felt like a painting before you.

"Yeah, me too," he says. Your eyes dash over to look at him. His sunglasses are off and his eyes are on you. His irises looked honey-coloured with the way the remaining golden light hit them.

You give him a crooked smile. "You get me all the time," you point out.

"Not as much as I want," he wishes. He lifts his hand and motions to you. "Come here."

You giggle. "Me or the cigarette?"

He chuckles. "Both of you."

You hand the cigarette over and he takes it away from you and grabs your hand. You stand up, pick up your wine, and follow the tug from that hand. You land on his lap and his arm, once holding your hand, curls around you.

You sit peacefully watching the sunset. Alex takes slow puffs of his smoke and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and rest your head on his chest. The air is quiet. You don't think you've ever been in a place this quiet, the only sound being Alex's heart beating against your ear.

He drops the cigarette into the ashtray. With his newly freed hand, he runs it down your sternum into the shirt's opening. He goes up the hill and holds the soft skin of your left boob. "You feeling me up already?" You question.

You admire his profile. You think people should chisel statues out of it. Like David or atop Mount Rushmore. He's more good-looking than any dead president or Biblical king. His head shifts over to you, not able to fully look at you due to your head being on his shoulder. "Just keeping it there for warmth," he whispers. You giggle and tilt your head to kiss his jaw softly.

He doesn't make any moves to move things further, instead, he just sits there with you watching the setting sun.

You're in bed when he gets out of the shower—still, dressed in that shirt and that underwear. Good. Easy access. You've brought your computer to bed though, which doesn't help matters. He tries to mask a groan at the thought you're emailing Coco.

You turn your laptop around showing a map. "I was thinking tomorrow we could go for a hike. There's a little trail a short drive away."

Hike? You want to hike? Your athletic activity had generally been limited to sex and playing mermaid in the pool. When he met you he was probably at his fittest and you joked that he was a gym rat with a particular focus on the rat part. You'd be in the middle of sex, riding him, his hands would be on your waist, guiding you, and you would reach down and wrap your hand around his biceps. He had smirked thinking a compliment was coming when you jabbed, "Are you on steroids?"

It had all been jokes. You liked working out. Well, you liked watching him work out. Sweaty and spent looked good on him, not on you. You're happy to play cheerleader.

"Sure," he agreed, slipping on boxers. You rapidly clapped your hands delightedly, pulling the computer back onto your lap.

Alex turned the overhead light off and the room was dark beside your bedside lamp and the glow of your laptop. You had left the window open a crack, the ocean breeze drifting in, making the curtains blow around.

He carefully crawled into bed beside you. He is almost certain his back got sunburned, despite the copious amounts of lotion you applied to it, multiple times. He looks over at your screen, no longer on a map, but emailing Coco. "Come on, no work!"

"I saved it for the end of the evening," you reason.

"If you're going to email on vacation they should have given you paid leave." You conceded he had a point. But you were still going to finish this email.

You type away and Alex disappears under the covers. Suddenly, you feel a kiss on your ankle. You suppose you were too distracted to notice him inch his way down to the foot of the bed. "Alex," you say in an attempt to deter him, even though you don't really want to deter him.

He kisses the side of the knee, creeping up closer and closer and closer. Then, your inner thigh. You shake with anticipation at his next move, but he stops there. He kisses the same space again. Then, your other thigh. "Alex," you say more as a plea than your prior attempt.

He seems to give a little then, kissing your center over your underwear. He's delicate with it. A soft kiss, slowly making his way up your cunt. Your toes curl in wanting and waiting. He dances around your clit. "Alex."

He slides your panties over to the side, kissing your clit directly making you moan. "You're wet," Alex notes. His voice is muffled under the sheets. "You're emailing Coco while you're this wet. Is there something I should know?"

You roll your eyes. You're eager. You went down on him today, you rode him today, you let him cum on your tits. Usually, Alex is better than you in the pleasing department. You're selfish and he worships pussy. "You should know that I want you to get on with it."

"Close the laptop." A haggler. You give and shut the laptop, placing it on your bedside table.

You lift the covers off his head to reveal his grinning face. "Your turn, Turner."

"Good one," he says and then he's sucking on your clit and you're clutching the bedsheets. His tongue showing your clit special attention tonight. You tug on the sheets and to prevent them from ripping, you switch to rooting them in his hair.

He starts humming against you, which vibrates through you. You would hate that he knows your body so well if he wasn't so good at pleasing it. He licks down and his tongue pokes at your entrance. His nose hits your clit, another thing that has you moaning. You wish you could fuck his nose. It's a weird thought but it makes sense when it hits your clit. You buck up into his face. It makes him smirk but he doesn’t let up. Only quickens.

Alex starts strongly fucking you with his tongue. You think he should worry about hair loss considering how hard you're yanking his hair. He hugs your thighs, pushing against your hips that keep rutting relentlessly.

It's easy for him to tell that an orgasm is on the horizon. Your legs start to shake and you're moaning, "Fuck, Alex, fuck." Your favourite expletive. You bring your legs to the back of his neck, crossing them, keeping him locked into your cunt. He doesn't let up for a moment, even if you weren't there pushing him down, he wouldn't let up.

Your back arches up and you're gasping and moaning and he might cream his own underwear from the whole thing. You squeeze him to you tightly and he doesn't let up, leading him to overstimulation. "Alex, no more. Too raw."

Alex doesn't stop but turns soft. Little kisses around your clit that causes random rutting of your hips into his face. He fixes your panties, covering your cunt back up. He gives a kiss to the tiny bow on the top of your underwear. A little pink thing in the middle of the lace. He starts to kiss your body but you just feel utterly spent. You stop him when he attempts to unbutton your shirt. You tell him, "Too tired. We'll fuck tomorrow."

He kisses your belly button, then your shirt-covered boob, then your cheek, before rolling over to his side of the bed onto his back. You adjust your pillow and turn to lay on your stomach next to him. "I'll wake you up with a blowjob or something."

Alex grins. "A blowjob wake-up? You know how to please, woman." His hand snakes down your back and squeezes your ass. He toys with the lining of your underwear but makes no attempts to move it. "You've got a cute little butt, you know."

#alex turner #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner fic #alex turner smut #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #junedenim

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barblaz-arts · 6 days ago

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Since you’re answering the hard questions…. What’s your thoughts on Adam being redeemed? Cause it’s a thing in the fandom. Like the most popular fics center around it. And I can see it, because the show is about redemption… but I’d prefer just seeing Nifty stab him a bunch more

theories about Adam getting redeemed just felt so out of nowhere for me. First of all, nothing about him felt unfinished after his death, because it didnt feel like there was much to be explored in the first place. Say he comes back. What benefit would we have in having him come to our side, when the story already has Pentious's venture up in heaven to explore and Angel's still on going road to redemption? Baxter is soon to join the Hazbins too. It would just feel so dang cluttered already.

He was entertaining, when he wasnt being too realistically incel-y. But I'm done with him, and I think the story is done with him. Need a new sinner in the hotel? Baxter is on his way. Want more Alex Brightman? Pentious is still there. Need a villain on Heaven's end of the realm? Lute is itching to do that. Need a character that's from Genesis? Abel is coming up. We still have more to learn about Lilith and Eve too. If we're ever seeing Adam on screen again, I feel like it'll more be a flashback about whet went down in Eden. But having him come back as the next soul Charlie helps just feels like it would put too much on Charlie's plate. Also just. Idk. We got so much more going on. Does the show really need him anymore? Let's move on.

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mieeaahhh · 2 months ago

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Who do I think aftg characters would put on a hear me out cake?

Neil

Is astronomically confused and doesn’t understand what a hear me out is no matter how many times you explain it to him

A pixelated 0.5 picture of Andrew

Andrew

He wouldn’t say anything when he puts them on the cake. He just puts them on the cake and walks away in silence when it’s his turn

Buck from ice age

Ron Weasley’s dad

Fantastic mr fox

The dad in Horton hears a who

Johnny from hotel Transylvania

Renee (he and Renee thought it would be funny to put each other)

Kevin

Also doesn’t understand what a hear me out is but tried his best

Christof from frozen

Monica from friends

Fred from Scooby doo

Zendaya but only in the greatest showman

Aaron

Was forced against his will to partake in this activity

The ginger lady from minions/despicable me (I forgot her name)

Raquel from Barbie life in the dream house

Peabody from Peabody and Sherman

Mavis from hotel Transylvania

Nicky

This whole activity was his idea

Puss in boots AND donkey

Remus lupin in werewolf form

Jack Frost and the Easter bunny

Santa Claus

Wymack

Mr peanut butter

Foxy from fnaf

Renee

She hadn’t heard of a hear me out cake until they decided to do this, She thinks it’s silly but fun

Puts the same picture of Andrew that Neil put on the cake (she and Andrew thought it would be funny to put each other)

Simon from dinner in America

Jigsaw from the saw films

Miss piggie

The dragon from shrek

Allison

She’s been ITCHING to do one of these just to see what everyone else puts

The snake from the jungle book

Bolt the dog

Jack skeleton and Sally

Fear from inside out

Beans from rango

Dan

Rita the rat and roddy the rat

That cunty police officer from Madagascar

Scar

The Roblox chad face thing

Matt

Has never been so exited for a group activity in his life

Turbo the snail

A picture of Neil

Cole from ninja go

Merlin from finding nemo

Miles morales’ mum

Seth

Doesn’t really know what’s happening or why he’s joining in

Mother gothel

The puberty monster things from big mouth

Gamora from guardians of the galaxy

Margo Robbie’s Harley Quinn

Jean

Understand the game but thinks it’s stupid

Gomez and Morticia Adam’s

Sally from the nightmare before Christmas

That water guy thing from elemental

Fred from scooby doo

Jeremy

Having the time of his life

Gill from finding nemo

Jack Frost

Garfield

Sebastian the crab

Dracula from hotel Transylvania

Cat

Just wanted to see what everyone else was putting

The twins from the simpsons

Merida’s mother as the bear

The Roblox bacon skin

Emma Robert’s in wild child

Laila

Doesn’t understand the point of a hear me out but wanted to join in anyway

Black widow

The Alex skin from Minecraft

Shelly Duvall

The main character from I’m a cheerleader I forgot her name

#I would do more but I’m bored #all for the game #aftg #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #neil josten #renee walker #jean moreau #allison reynolds #seth gordon #kevin day #jeremy knox #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #matt boyd #catalina alvarez #laila dermott

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slippinninque · 26 days ago

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📑Ongoing📒

Alex Cross x Blackfemreader

Warnings: cursing, angst, misunderstandings, attempted break up, friends w benefits, hopeful ending, long fic

“You’re done running from me?”

The sound of him made you twitch as your concentration broke.

“Now…you know no one could hear you scream down here, right?”

You didn’t look away from the binder in front of you. After clipping a few pages of reports together as a place marker to resume your scanning. Once you had the rest of the necessary paperwork, it would be time for download. When you heard neither a response or your door closing, you took down your top knot of locs to release some pressure.

“I suppose that was rude. What can I help you with, Detective Cross?

“Can you look at me?”

His tone triggered one of your last nerves. You flicked your highlighter down onto your desk and leaned up against the wood as you faced him, brows popped as you snapped, “Anything else?”

Alex stood there with his crossed before him, dressed in the sort of sweater that had you skirting your eyes away to remain strong.

The silence stretched on between you until Alex chuffed, still not drawing your attention until he spoke.

“You really aren’t going to talk to me?”

“I asked you–

He took a few steps forward, deliberately and you stopped. The two of you stared some more before he tried again. The only witnesses to your dance were the folders, binders, journals, loose reports that's been been keeping you company during your Cross-Detox.

“I’m not talking about anything in this room.” He said voice low but level, “I’m talking about what I’m sure you saw about a week ago.”

Back to your binders. You turned and tried to refocus yourself. Martha Willborough’s cold case has been fortunately solved, due to a distant cousin’s deathbed confession of all things. The family wanted to pull the case and review the evidence in hopes of getting some closure but preferred it be digitized for easier handling.

“A lot has been going on in the last few weeks, to my defense but–

Alex came closer and you had to stop yourself from running. You knew Alex would never hurt you but if he got his hands on you, it would be game over. He was onto you.

“I want to explain that what you saw with Elle, that was…complicated.”

“You don’t have to explain a hug to me, Detective.” You reached for your highlighter in a desperate attempt to run down excess energy, “Besides, this mutual beneficial situation we have got–”

“Baby–”

“It’s best that we stop this, anyway. For good, all the way through.”

His eyes widened and he was suddenly striding towards you. Alex only followed you when you low-key moved around to the other side of the desk. Frustrated, he stilled and so did you. On opposite sides of the desk–it was easier this way but you could see him itching to get closer. On different sort of night, this sort of game would have excited you...

“I think we should talk about this, I’m so sorry that it happened, that you saw it–”

“It’s fine.” You said flatly, actually relishing the burn of the memory of them together. Alex made a placating gesture, just wanting your ear as he continued.

“It's not fine. Elle and I–we’ve been over for a while. Very much so when you and I began...seeing each other,” Alex paused, “She’s still close with Jannie and they were having a girls night. There were drinks after the kids went to bed–-it was only the hug, while I was walking her to the car. It was just the one time.”

You didn’t care, you didn’t care, you didn’t care, “You should be with her, Alex.”

Alex rocked on his feet and his arms snapped folded across his chest. You shrugged and knocked a bit on the wooden desk below. Alex had nothing say apparently to your comment but the look on his face said enough.

“I…believe you about the hug, okay? What I said, it’s just the truth, Alex. Not looking to be pitied –or psyched.” You said quietly, looking away as you swallowed, “I’m not warm, understand? I’m hot or cold. All or nothing. With what you have in your life…you need warmth.”

Turning away to straighten up the line of binders on your desk and you stared at the hard oak as your vision waved, “You need her. Not me.”

A woman who was kind all the time and knew just what to say when needed most. The kind of influence who could get him out of his head, not chase down the madness with him. To be soft enough to melt into the warm parts of Alex's life.

He nodded as he took in what you said “Are you going to let me tell you what I think I need?

“Alex–”

“So, you aren’t even giving me a chance to fight for this–

Your hands came down hard onto the table and the noise echoed as you stared at your spread fingers. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be but it was always the same in the end.

All this time you’ve spent building your walls, putting up your fences and steeling yourself to sever the bond–Alex comes and finds a front door with a fucking welcome mat.

“Just…please. No more back and forth, okay? Let’s just accept the ending.”

“I won't.”

Somehow, Alex’s touch was gentler than his voice. His hands came to your shoulders but you ducked away, he caught you again and met your glare.

He stood before you as if he had already had an answer to every little thing you could say.

This man…

“Why don’t you accept it, Detective? Hm? ‘Cause you can’t leave one case cold–not one lead unchased? Tell me why you won't accept this.”

Alex didn’t even flinch at the sight of your bared teeth or the way you reached up to dig your nails into his elbows.

“Because I can see it.” He said, “I see you at the coffee machine in the morning. I see you sitting on the back porch at night,” Alex spoke louder and over your protests, “I see you fucking up Nana’s garden, I see you dancing with the kids.”

He caught your tears in the cups of his hands just as they fell, “I see you with me, baby.”

The words landed hard into your heart, you went to pull away but Alex followed with that damned warmness of his.

“I know why you’re scared. I know…I know I haven’t made it easy for you, either. All this time together acting like I don't know what I feel for you, giving in to the flow because it's easy…” Alex trailed off into a soft grunt, “I'm done missing you, now. I want it all.”

“There isn't anything else– that's why I'm tryin’ to tell you.”

“You don't see what I do, that's alright,” Alex’s hand went running down your neck to keep your gaze on him, “I know you can see that I care for you, even if it gets on your nerves. Even if it makes you want to bolt.”

“Don't psych me, Cross.”

“Then tell me what's in your head. I know why you got spooked, but tell me why you stayed away.” Alex insisted sudden, making you want to squirm.

Not liking the direction, not liking the knots tightening in from your throat to your stomach–you tried retreating once more.

Alex apparently had enough and brought you into a proper hug, your arms caught between as the final wall fell away. Your tears came as it felt like your heart split open. Confusion, embarrassment, relief–everything spilled from your eyes and mouth as you confessed.

It wasn't even a kiss, that was the stupid thing about it. Seeing Elle cradled so perfectly in Alex's arms in the middle of the sidewalk, in their own little world–they looked so good together.

It made the bottle you brought feel heavy and childish, the idea to surprise Alex with a request for that long awaited poker lesson felt awkward. You should have considered the hour, the fact he had children–a life outside of chasing shadows.

It was so sudden and felt so clear. Your place in Alex's life, the one you stumbled upon, it was no longer enough for you but you couldn't give any more.

At the time, you turned and ran.

Once you were done, Alex held you still. He didn't undermine your worries or rib you about your conflicting heart, none of your worst case scenarios came true.

You stayed running until the inevitable happened–Alex caught up to you. Even after 10 days of chasing and evading, not minding your cold fronts and heated retorts after insisting that you were too busy to meet. Now that everything was on the table, you felt an odd sort of release. You had nowhere left to run, couldn't reach for anything that could distract you.

“I'm…I'm out of my depth, Alex. I don't know what to ask for…”

“I want to make time to talk. Really talk. I think we both want to make some things clearer,” Alex said, “What do you say to a stiff drink and honest words after work?”

His sweater was wet beneath your cheek and you croaked into the fabric, “Sure…”

Alex's hand cupped the back of our head and he used his height to lean into you, tucking you closer with his free arm winding around your waist.

Anyone could could walk in, anyone could see and it wouldn't be easy to explain away. You tried to hold onto the meaning in your surroundings but it was hard when it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Just a little longer,” Alex whispered as if he had a direct line to your mind, “Then I'll get the hell out of your office…”

Quietly, you trusted him and closed your eyes.

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fazedlight · 1 year ago

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Stargazing (soft supercorp ficlet, post-6)

She’s always wanted to be in love.

Lena pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter, as she glanced to the kryptonian opening up a thermos of hot chocolate. Kara passed the filled lid cup to Lena, as she tipped the thermos to her lips, taking a small sip. Lena pulled her own cup to her lips as Kara pointed up at the night sky. “Argo City is about there,” she said, Lena following her finger somewhere west. “And Rao is about there,” she continued, pointing farther south.

She’s always wanted to be in love.

Alex’s words rang in Lena’s mind. It had been a small, quiet conversation. Lena had counted herself lucky, that after everything - her betrayal, Non Nocere, Kara going to the phantom zone - that she had been able to find family in the end. That the people around her had forgiven her. That for the first time in her life, she found peace.

It had been a calm morning, her and Alex - the early risers - having coffee in the Tower, musing about life. The chat had inevitably landed on Kara, Lena finding herself constantly curious about what it had been like to grow up with an alien for a sister, a refugee who had struggled to adjust.

She’s always wanted to be in love.

And now Lena found herself gazing at the kryptonian, knowing that her expression would be revealingly wistful if Kara’s sights were not fixed to the sky as she rambled. Couldn’t she just fall for me? Lena thought, trying to chase off the melancholy.

It was the third Friday in a row where Kara had gently lifted Lena from the Tower balcony, taking her up to a flatter portion of the roof, the sky open above them. National City was a bit too bright to see anything as marvelous as the Milky Way. But the planets, Ursa Major, Orion’s belt - all shone brightly in the sky.

Kara rambled amiably about an old friend’s telescope, how she’d fly it over to the Tower next time so that they could see Saturn’s rings. Lena smiled softly, soothed by the sound of Kara’s voice, the gentle vibration that Lena could feel in her chest from their snuggled position. But it just itched at her mind - what is it that Kara wanted out of life? Had things changed?

Kara paused in her ramblings, smiling curiously at Lena. “Are you okay? Warm enough?” “I’m plenty warm,” Lena said, pulling her blanket in tighter. “Just thinking.” “About what?” Kara said, wrapping her arms around the human, as though to offer help in fighting away the cold evening.

Lena glanced up at Kara, uncertain if… this was a conversation they should really have. But with the warm blues staring back at her, with the itch in the back of her mind- “Alex said…” Lena found her voice faltering.

Kara rubbed at Lena’s back soothingly, as she tilted her head curiously.

“Alex said… you always wanted to be in love.”

Kara’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she replied, the word seeming to fall from her lips. “I- well.”

“Sorry,” Lena said, somewhat flustered. Why did I bring this up? “We can drop it, it’s a weird conversation.”

“It’s fine, Lena, it’s just - I am in love.” Kara’s eyes hesitantly glanced to the side, before meeting Lena’s face again. “I’ve been in love for years.”

Lena’s stomach plummeted, suddenly feeling anxious. “Oh,” she said. “But you’re… not with them,” Lena mulled contemplatively, her wistfulness tied up in some sadness. Because as much as she wanted Kara... more than anything, she just wished Kara could be happy.

Kara’s gaze left Lena, turning her head back up to the stars. “It wasn’t until I was in love that I realized I didn’t have to be loved back.”

“Anyone would love you,” Lena said.

“Not anyone,” Kara replied, glancing down at the roof. “Sometimes, things aren’t meant to be.”

“Who are you in love with?” Lena asked, the words falling from her lips before she could think to stop them.

Lena didn’t miss the way Kara’s throat tensed, a nervous swallow as she resolutely avoided Lena’s eyes. “You know, Lena. You have to know.”

Something tentative bloomed in Lena’s chest. A yearning, a hope. A realization that washed over her. Oh.

It almost felt silly, in retrospect, Lena’s mind parsing through the relationship. Because she thought she had been obvious, with the Valentine flowers, and she had taken the hint when the reporter had emphasized that they were good friends.

But… flying to Dublin, and Paris, just to give Lena a treat? The sobbing confession, that explained the line that Kara could never cross. Risking the world, in a fight to save Lena’s soul. For a friend like you, there are no boundaries.

She didn’t speak. Instead, she lifted her hand to Kara’s cheek, gently turning Kara’s face to her own. Kara glanced nervously back, her eyes shifting slowly between Lena’s eyes, when the truth of what they had both been wrestling with began to wash over her too. A shy smile, a small laugh. After a moment, Lena found her eyes drifting to Kara’s lips.

Lena smiled again, noting as Kara’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips in subconscious anticipation. Lena leaned forward as Kara’s head tilted in, Lena closing the gap to press her lips against the kryptonian’s.

They savored the brief meeting of lips, knowing that soon would come a time for passion and desire - but not now, not yet. On this roof, beneath the planets and Rao and the open sky, they only shared their intent.

Kara pulled away slightly, eyes still closed as she tilted her head to the side, nuzzling against Lena’s cheek in a silent confession that finally gave Lena the courage to say what she needed to say. “I love you too.”

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #supercorp ficlet #mel writes ficlets

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pariahofpelicantown · 5 months ago

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NSFW ABC (Haley)

(Minors DNI!)

A = Aftercare

* Haley is an absolute cuddle bug after sex, preferring to be the little spoon as you hold her. She will hold your hand tightly against her chest, bringing your hands to her lips and kissing your fingers gently.

* Please stroke her hair afterwards, she craves your attention and affection afterwards, especially if things got a little rough.

B = Body part

* For herself she loves her eyes. She loves that they can change color depending on what she is wearing, making her shine in every outfit (not that she doesn’t anyway.)

* For you, she loves your arms. She loves how toned they are from working on the farm, savoring the way they wrap around her when you come home to her each night. She loves that you are strong enough to pin her to the bed, but gentle enough to hold her afterwards.

C = Cum

* She has multiples, easily coming five or six times if you fuck her just right. She has squirted a couple of times, but it’s not a common occurrence.

* She is careful on what she eats to make sure she always tastes sweet for you as she loves when you go down on her.

D = Dirty secret

* Before you started dating you were the topic of all of erotic fantasies. She would be on her back, her knees bent as she used her toy, pumping it into her as she imagined you on the end of the dildo.

* On days when she was rude or mean to you, she would spent the night roughly fucking herself, imagining it was you punishing her for her attitude.

E = Experience

* She has plenty experience fucking herself, but she’s only ever slept with one other person, and that was Alex in a desperate attempt to get their virginities out of the way. It was terrible, he got off and she didn’t.

* That being said, she tends to be a bit of a pillow princess and tends to be fucked more often than she does the fucking. But when she does, she proved to be pretty skilled with her mouth.

F = Favorite position

* The slider (for a female partner). She loves the way your fingers move around her, sliding against and squeezing her clit, using her own wetness as lube as you touch her.

* The pretzel dip (for a male, or female partner with a strap) she loves that you can fuck her deeply like with doggy style but still gets to look at you as you do.

G = Goofy

* Depending on the mood she can be serious or goofy. She can laugh with you just as easily as she can scream your name, it all depends on the mood.

H = Hair

* She doesn’t really care what you do with your body, but for herself she prefers to keep self bare. The few hairs that may pop up are just as blonde as the hair on her head.

I = Intimacy

* She is actually very intimate when you’re having sex, loving the connection she feels with you. She loves fucking you, but also sees it as “spicily making love”. Sometimes it may get a little rough, but it’s always done with love.

J = Jack off

* She still indulges once in a while, but doesn’t feel the need as often as she used to. You keep her more than satisfied and would much rather have you fucking her.

* One the rare occasion you are out of town or apart and the mood strikes her, she will bring out her toys and scratch the itch.

K = Kink

* She is into light bandage, and loves to be pinned down and at your mercy. Pin her wrists above her head, or handcuff her to bed and she will be squirming with pleasure beneath her. Show her how much stronger you are than her, and she’ll whimper and moan your name almost incoherently.

L = Location

* Her first choice is always the bedroom, but she also loves being in the fields of the farm, sprawled out on a blanket as you fuck her underneath the stars. Sometimes the loft in the barn will also suffice if it’s raining or you just can’t wait long enough to make it back to the house.

M = Motivation

* She loves to build up the tension, playing a little cat and mouse throughout the day. She loves the anticipation, knowing when it finally happens it will be worth the wait.

N = No

* She is open to try new things, but anal is an absolute no for her. She would be open to pegging you, but it’s not something she wants done on her.

* She is also very big on consent, so if she says no to something she expects to be respected, and vice versa.

O = Oral

* As mentioned, she is a bit of a pillow princess and loves when you go down on her. Occasionally she is open to 69, but generally she prefers only receiving. (Bonus points if you tongue fuck her.)

P = Pace

* It again depends on her mood. She ask you to make love to her as quickly as she can tell you to fuck her. No night is ever the same so you can expect a lot of variety with her.

Q = Quickie

* She prefers the long game, with tension and build up, preferring to savor the moment. But she is not above a quickie here and there, and will gladly pull you into the barn for a tumble in the hay if she can’t wait for you any more.

R = Risk

* She is open to trying new things and experimenting, but she is not willing to risk being caught. She doesn’t necessarily care if people see her, but she is very possessive when it comes to you, and would lose her mind if anyone were to see you naked.

S = Stamina

* She can go for several rounds before tapping out. Sex with her usually lasts a while, so you can expect to be kept busy until late into the night. She cums multiple times, with the last one always taking a lot out of her, leaving her exhausted afterwards.

T = Toys

* She has a decent collection of toys, and has no issues with you using them on her. Occasionally she will use them on you as well, but normally they are used on her.

U = Unfair

* She loves to tease, savoring the build up and the anticipation. She acts annoyed when you tease her back, but she secretly loves it.

V = Volume

* Haley is loud and proud and doesn’t care who hears her. She’s been known to scare the crows from the trees surrounding the farmhouse with how loud she screams.

W = Wild card

* She secretly wishes she had met you sooner so you could have been the one to take her virginity rather than Alex.

X = X-ray

* She’s fairly slender with slight curves in all the right places. Her legs are toned from all the walking she does with her camera, and her pale skin has become slightly tan from being on the farm.

Y = Yearning

* She has a pretty high sex drive, and you have sex several times a week. That being said, she’ll never guilt you or make you feel bad if you’re not in the mood. She might have a high drive but she doesn’t expect you to match her energy every night.

Z = Zzz

* She usually falls asleep fairly quickly, as her multiple orgasms leave her pretty exhausted. But she’ll always make sure she says good night before she falls asleep.

#stardew valley #stardew valley haley #sdv haley #haley x farmer #haley x reader #sdv farmer #sdv

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corruptedcaps · 10 months ago

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I’ll take it from here

Alex stood at the front door of Gina’s house and was rethinking her plan when suddenly the door opened and her bully stood right there in front of her.

“Do you have my work done yet loser? That better be why you asked to come to my house after school. I’m suppose to be going on a date with your hot step brother Harry.” Gina snarled at Alex who stood calmly before her tormentor but inside was a bundle of nerves. It might have been a mistake to meet Gina at her own home, it face the bitch home field advantage.

“N-no Gina I don’t have your homework and furthermore I won’t be doing it or anymore of your work going forward.” Alex said stuttering unable to hide her fear. Gina’s bitchy smirk however turned sour.

“Excuse me? You don’t decide to stop, I’ll tell you when you stop understand? Oooh I was looking forward to getting wined and dined by Harry but it’ll be just as much fun beating you up.” Gina said advancing on Alex who pulled out a large red jewel from her pocket and pointed it at Gina.

“No! Stay back! I didn’t want to do this, but I bought this magic rock, it will strip away all your evilness once I say the magic word. If you just walk away I won’t use it!” Alex said almost shaking. Gina however started to laugh.

“A magic rock? That’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard! God I can’t wait until I tell all the girls about this tomorrow, they’re going to want a piece of you too. But for now you’re all mine!” Gina said with an evil grin as she advanced again on Alex.

“No please! No go away! Oh the hell with it! Alterexia!” Alex cried out and the gem started to glow. Before long its light was filling up the room and with a boom, a beam of red light hit Gina square in the chest. Then as quickly as it happened, the light died away.

“Wow nice light show geek but if I were you I’d get my money back.” Gina said mockingly. Alex looked at the gem confused, it should have worked. Then suddenly the gem turned to dust in her hand.

“Haha I guess even that’s not an option anymore. Now where were we.” Gina grinned as she stepped closer to Alex. However after one step she felt a sudden pull in her chest. Brushing it off she took another step and this time the pull was so intense that the buttons of her top flew open and she barely grabbed them.

“What the hell?” She said. It was as if her tits were trying to escape her body. Holding them tight she felt her breasts trying wriggle through her fingers.

“No! What’s happening? Stay put!” She cried but it was no use, with a pop her boobs came from her body leaving her with a flat, bare chest.

What happened next took both of them by surprise as the big boobs hung the air for just a moment before flying over to Alex and diving under her shirt. The very act froze Alex to the spot. It wasn’t until they reached her chest and slid over her own small pair, grafting onto them, that she let out a gasp.

“Ooohhhh fuck what is happening.” She groaned. It wasn’t a groan of pain though, it was one of wet eroticism. Her new heavy pair of tits felt so sensitive, her nipples standing at attention. The combination of both hers and Gina’s boobs gave her an impressive set.

“W-what the hell is this? What did you… wait, what’s happening now?” Gina said as she felt her head start to itch. Her blonde follicles began to rise and stand on end until one by one they were seemingly plucked by an unseen force. Before long every hair on her head was gone, suspended now in the air above her in a large clump.

Just as Gina jumped to grab the hair it shot across the room to Alex where it hit her softly in the face. It then migrated upwards to her head. Each strand latched onto one of her brown hairs, wrapping around it like a braid until it had consumed it and turned it bright gold. The whole process was orgasmic for Alex.

“Mmmm oh yesss that feels really goooood.” She moaned as her hair grew thick and strong thanks to having two sources. Alex ran her hands through her new hair and played with it lovingly. However she wasn’t happy with how her fingers looked wrapping her hair around them. Her nails were dirty and half bitten from stress. Not as nice as Gina’s pink press on acrylic’s. She suddenly wanted them. She felt she deserved them. Eyeing them with new found desire she instinctively lifted her hands out in front of her.

“Come to me, come to your new home.” Alex said in a new cold purr that came naturally to her now. Suddenly Gina’s arms went stiff and shot upwards. One by one each fake nail snapped off her fingers and flew over to a waiting Alex who groaned as each one pressed onto her own fingers.

“Mmmm yes these will do nicely. Thanks loser, I’m feeling hawt and bitchy thanks to you. No wonder you were so mean to me, I feel so fucking evil! But something tells me you have more to offer me.” Alex said as she strolled confidently over to a now cowering Gina.

“No please Alex don’t! I’ll stop bullying you and everyone else. I’ll do anything you want just please no more!” Gina said in a whimper. Alex stood over her unsympathetically.

“Why should I stop? I’m close to taking everything you ever had. I just need that deliciously evil mind of yours now and I’ll be the queen bee. You’ve been the model of an evil bitch but don’t worry I’ll take it from here. Oh and it’s Lexi from now on dork.” The new blonde said as she bore down on Gina and placed her new nailed hands onto her enemy’s bald head.

As soon as she made contact she threw her head back in ecstasy as her brain was filled up with fashion knowledge, juicy gossip and evil bitchy talents. Everything that made Gina ‘Gina’ followed effortlessly into Lexi’s head and a new wicked bitch was born. Not only that but remaining physical traits came over too. Tanned skin, perfect eyesight, pouty lips. They were all Lexi’s now.

As the transfer finished. Lexi let out a long cold cackle of triumphant. She felt incredible, unstoppable. She looked down at a catatonic Gina and smirked. She took off her own glasses and put them on Gina.

“Here loser, I don’t need them anymore, I’m perfection. Thanks to you I’ll be able to slip into the role of head bitch within a day. All your friends will be mine and all your boy toys too. Speaking of which I think you’ve lined up a hot date with my sexy step brother. Mmmm it’s so much badder knowing he sleeps in the room next to mine but after tonight I think we’ll only need one room from now on.” Lexi said grinning wickedly to herself while Gina drool in front of her.

Rolling her eyes Lexi pushed past Gina so she could get to firmer mean girls closet. If she was going to have a hot date she needed to dress the part. After 20 minutes of trying on sluttier and sluttier outfits she finally landed on one she thought would have her step brother creaming his pants.

“You have such hawt clothes Gina. Or should I say ‘had’. Once I rock Harry’s mind later I’ll have him come over here and get the rest of your clothes. Not like you’ll be using them.” Lexi said smiling wickedly again but Gina again remained motionless.

“Oh it’s no fun bullying you if you don’t react. I’ll have to find a way to give you some of your mind back soon but for now you can stand there and think about how you had everything and now have nothing.” Lexi said sarcastically blowing Gina a kiss before leaving.

In the quiet stillness of the room there suddenly was the sound of whipping sand. Particles of the magic rock around the room began to coalesce and reform before too long it had completely returned and sat upon the floor in front of Gina.

Gina’s mind was empty, nothing but darkness. However one word started to emerge from the darkness a word she had only heard once. Alterexia. It echoed again and again in her head. It was the only word in there. Her mouth started to move….

THE END

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #power transfer #cc2024

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