#possessed quackity

[kashthefrogprin]

Basorexia

(n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss.

(p.s.If anyone wants to see the timelapse video/speedpaint lemme know :] )

[starlit-bawka]

whiteboard drawing i did last night because ive been nonstop thinking of the lore stream

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Okay so we know he reeks of Techno and that diverts piglins away from him, but what about Phil? Do the other avians of the server instinctively want to avoid a very clearly I guess "claimed" Dream? Imagine qauckity in this situation lmao

i'm sorry but all i can think about is the fact that c!dream would probably smell like c!quackity after being tortured by him for several months.

after the escape phil is like "well mate there's no shot you're gonna fit in techno's clothes so i guess you have to wear mine /shrug what a shame /shrug damn i hope you don't smell like me immediately. literally as soon as possible. please put my robe on mate"

[alliumsduo]

tw for: unhealthy obsession, blood (in the playlist), and fear of abandonment (Let me know if anything else should be added! (stay safe everyone <33))

hi @zethsnex!! i'm your spooky gifter this year for @mcyt-halloween!! i tried my hardest with this playlist (warning: this is my first time making a themed... anything. i went for like three days straight in a private playlist eliminating songs left and right for what would fit and compiled them tonight lol) and i made it as disturbing as i could stomach (which isn't much lmao) but i did my best and i hope it suffices!! below is a more in depth dive of the au !! i hope you enjoy it, this is my first time ever doing smth like this!! :D

i made this a fae x prince au (to the best i could i hope i manifested those vibes into this playlist) but i did a sort of switch, and usually the fae (in this case, techno because i did a prey duo since you chose techno and quackity as characters) would be the one with a very possessive and obsessive personality, i flipped the tables and made q the possessive one. basically in this au quackity is the prince of a kingdom, born from cold and neglectful parents, he finds solace in the very creature he was warned to stay away from, fae. techno, the innocent fae in this story reluctantly (and i mean very reluctantly) befriends our prince quackity through days and days of gifts and forced conversations. quackity gets so close and connected with the fae to the point where he can't bear to be apart from techno. it becomes an unhealthy obsession (shown through songs 27-36) with the fae. songs (12-26) show a brief but wholesome period with prey duo where each other find a sort of safe space in one another, where quackity was starting to realize how much he trusted techno and how safe he'd felt around the fae, which would grow into an unhealthy and codependent relationship. and finally, songs (1-11) show the timespan before quackity met techno, his life in the castle and a brief look into the family dynamics of his (formerly) cold life.

A couple of songs I'd like to highlight:

Step On Me: The Cardigans

I honestly thought this song showed quackity's willingness to do anything and everything as long as techno stayed, and kept being his safe space where he could confide in him about everything anything: even if it meant betraying confidential family secrets.

Absence: Rio Romeo

Quackity couldn't begin to imagine a life without his friend: but could Techno? A song like this conveys perfectly I think Quackity's fear of abandonment: and that he's more than willing to do anything to keep his friend.

Somewhere Only We Know: Keane

Quackity and Techno meet in the same spot every day: In the woods under a massive willow tree, surrounded by deer and flowers. Quackity's family never cared enough to go looking if he ever went missing, and even if they did, no one would know he was hanging with the fae in the woods.

Treehouse: Alex G, Emily Yacina

Do they have a treehouse? No. But the lyrics 'Why can't everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.' I feel screams to me that Q trusts Techno to the point where no one can just let him talk and yell and scream and not say a word about it. He isn't 'Quackity, Crown Prince.' with Techno, he's Just Quackity. Random guy who ate a cattail plant and was spitting it out for almost ten minutes straight while the fae laughed and made fun of him.

[dnalt-d2]

Okay I'm back here you go, guys

[mysecretdsmpblog]

My Friends: man you're really into your q!phil DID headcanon

Me, who has more qsmp DID AU/headcanons q!phil is just the only one I've posted about: O.O *frothing at the mouth*

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Some others:

[songsofsoot]

Las Nevadas Quackity wears black lipstick

[qquackblr]

okay, if the poster for todays event still has implications - the packages for the cubitos have ‘two secret items’ in them. this implies that the minimes have something hidden within them, probably something physical

[quackitytheduck]

the concept of possession arc with glatt's presence only being felt (unconciously by quackity) since the funeral where quackity's slightly "uncharacteristic" outburst of hatred and violence towards schlatt's corpse is in combination with glatt's own detestation for himself

[blown-to-kingdom-come]

fuuuick ive started caring about some dsmp characters again

[starofficx]

Ⲓ'Ⲙ ⲦⲞⲬⲒⲤ? ¬ 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 - PART ONE

"Quackity." I yell out, "I'm going out with a friend. I'll see you later." I hear him scoff, watching him slowly walk towards me. "And what makes you think that you are?" He wraps his arms around my waist, digging his face into the crook of my neck. Feeling his breath with every exhale. "Quackity." I say softly, trying to push him off me. But his grip on me only hardens. "Mi amor, don't do that to me.." He starts, hands travelling up and down my back. "You know I hate when you push me away." He took away one of his hands hand reached for his wallet. He pulls out a card and hands it to me. "Spoil yourself Mi amor." He smiles and tilts up my head to give me a small kiss on the lips. I smile, I put the card in between my pointer and middle finger. "Thank you" I smirk, extending the you. I walk out the door whilst blowing him a kiss.

Dating Quackity is fun, but he's possessive and controlling. The only good thing about what we have, is that he's the best gambler in this stupid city. I sigh, looking at the card he handed to me. 'Why did he even give this to me?..' I think. I feel something burning into my back, like a pair of eyes, watching my every move. It's unsettling. I brush it off and continue walking to go to the designated spot my friend and i decided to meet. The burning slowly fades and I feel less tense. I slightly look behind me and notice Quackity's blurry figure in the window of his Tower.

QUACKITY'S POV: I stand with my hands behind my back, staring at her as she walks away. My eyes get heavy. "Pathetic. Absolutely worthless." I scoff and turn around, walking further into my tower. "Sir?" Someone says behind me, "You needed to see me?". "Ah, you're just in time." I turn to face the boy. "I need your help, Purpled."

"Here you are, Quackity." Purpled starts, "Every transaction she makes, it will appear on your phone. Not only will it tell you how much she spent, but where she bought it from as well." I smirk, "Perfect. Thank you, Purpled."

READER POV: "Sap!!" I say excitedly, "It's been too long." I give him a big hug and he hugged me back. He feels nothing like Quackity. Quackity is cold and firm. Sapnap is warm and relaxed. It's a nice change. "So.. y/n. How's it been with Quackity?" Sapnap asked, smiling. I look at him weirdly in response. "A nightmare." Sapnap's smile faded. "That bad huh?" He sighs, "We warned you y/n. Don't gamble with the devil." "I know Sapnap. But.. it was worth it" "Oh?" "Look, I may not have control over myself anymore. But at least I saved you" Sapnap looks away from me, "I'm sorry." "Don't be Sap. Like I said. It was worth it." He smiles at me. "Let's go then, shall we?" I smile back at him. "We shall."

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[cdroloisms]

dreambur hate sex goes hard

i mean they don't hate each other tbf but i saw the words c!dreambur and sex so sure i'll support the agenda

[v0idsp3rson]

Just got the awesomest idea ever

What if I gave c!Quackity more angst? :D

[tbmkit]

Las Nevadas Ending...

where do i even begin with how wonderful that was... the ending to las nevadas really fits, and i'll explain why.

i think, in a way, it represents how alex himself couldn't find closure on the dream smp. bad memories, bad actors, so much drama... i think, just like that, c!quackity also didn't have a good ending. he could never find closure, he lost all his friends, everything he held dear -- all gone.

nothing was necessarily out of place -- it was exactly how it was meant to be. the ONLY thing that i think was missing was a bit of closure with c!foolish. the bits with c!slime felt SO perfect.

c!slime was like... all that c!quackity had left. he was his everything. if you love them, let them go. he let c!slime go and he let him finally go after being so controlling of him and the person he was. he realized that if he was still controlling over c!slime, he'd be continuing the cycle of abuse inflicted onto him. the possessiveness, he had to realize that it was just a cycle. to ME, the interpretation i got from c!quackity's arc as a whole, was the cycle of abuse and him finally getting closure. he, although battered and bruised and ran through hell, he finally realized that it was time to put an end to the cycle.

a lot of people called it empty or vague and i truly think if you were paying attention you'd realize every single bit was intentional. every single aspect of it was planned and every line and scene was meant to be there. if you paid attention you'd realize the overall story and message (because yes! there are so many deeper meanings to a lot of things that even i realized when i rewatched clips!)

i truly think that alex meant to do this in such a different way, and thus that's why people felt it was off. he couldn't give him the "true" ending, but i think this is more or less what he had planned regardless. i think other characters could've helped further along the point of breaking the cycle, but obviously they couldn't show up. had c!dream or c!wilbur been able to make an appearance, he would've been able to do a lot more. obviously, they couldn't and shouldn't be there. hell, even c!schlatt could've actually appeared to hammer the point home and i would've been fine with that.

all in all i think c!quackity's end is perfect. it fits, it's symbolic, it was beautifully portrayed and alex did an amazing job acting. he doesn't get enough credit for his acting holy shit he is amazing at that.

yk, as i'm writing this, he replied to someone on twitter calling c!quackity his comfort character. i think that also proves to show how much emotion he put into his performance. you're amazing quacks :(

[tboyquackity]

DOMINANT THINGS TO SAY DURING SEX:

• "the day gets worse!"

• "[you eyebags...have you slept?] no i haven't slept?!"

• "[abt a portrait of schlatt that got hung up] what the fuck!? i need this, i need this, i need this, WHY CAN'T I BREAK IT- I NEED IT, I NEED IT, i gotta hang this in my house-"

• "why did punz [kill me]!? i wanted to hold [the portrait] on my wall, i wanted to kiss it, i wanted to have it to myself!"

• "here's what i'm going to wear for my- [hesitates] for my *friend's* funeral!"

• "i'm sorry i'm sorry- this is just too shocking to my system."

• - bad: "you look very emotional quackity"

- q: "can you- can you repeat your words [from earlier?] you stood up here and said 'TOGAY?'"

- bad: "oh my goodness quackity, go sit down."

- q: "badboyhalo, please please, i'm hurting here, I'M GOING THROUGH THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF, and the fifth one is-

- bad: YOU'LL BE OKAY, QUACKITY! - ...Just go sit down."

• "uhm. uh. realistically and jokes aside, i think serving next to schlatt as a vp taught me a lot of important things in the world. more importantly, a side of him i don't think many of you really knew...uhm, but if there's one thing i can say about schlatt is that......AYY THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S DEAD!! [eats his heart] LET'S GO, HIS HEART IS WITHIN ME NOW. his heart is within me now!"

• - bad: "anyone who was a close friend of schlatt wanna come up?"

- q: "ME."

- bad: "ANYONE EXCEPT QUACKITY."

- q: "I HATE YOU!"

• "i have his heart within my body. i ate it."

• "[abt cschlatt body parts] let's [all] throw it in the river and piss on it! let's go!"

• "[as soon as the funeral is over, cq mutes his mic, sits in silence, breathing heavy] i need to pick up his bones. i need to pick schlatt's bones, i need to pick them up. where's his body? where's his body? i need to pick it up." [dives into the river to pick up whatever he can]

• "i don't think jschlatt should die- i don't think jschlatt should die! i think he should relive. i- i think he should live again. i think he should come back to life. oh my god. what the fuck did i just pick up? i need to get a piece of his teeth."

• "i'm gnna bring jschlatt back to life. i gotta see what the boys think! tubbo, where are you?"

• "chat- chat- hahhh- this funeral doesn't sit right with me. this funeral doesn't sit right with me and i feel like i need to do something about it!"

• "i- i gotta retrieve his body, i gotta retrieve his goddamn body. whatevers left in that fucking- that fucking chest-"

• "i'm gnna pick him up and resurrect him."

• "'RIP JSCHLATT'? nooo no baby no, there's no 'RIPS' in this land, baby. he's coming back, i'm bringing him back."

• "his dry old man bones...i couldn't be more happy than to do this to his body."

• "i need to speak to sam. sam will know, sam will know [what to do]! i need to speak to bad really fast, too."

• "sam- sam i'm a bit angry at the moment."

• - q: "i am in possession of schlatt's bones!"

- bad: "ok, can you put them in his-"

- q: "no no, i have a big plan."

- bad: "what are you gunna do with jschlatt's bones!?"

- q: "hey- hey, there's a little thing i call the frankenstein arc."

- bad: "NO!"

- q: "YES!"

- bad: "quackity, you can't do that!"

- q: "bad, we can bring him back to life-"

- bad: "don't do that! why do you wanna bring jschlatt back to life, don't you know how much- how much problems that would cause? if you revive him?"

- q: "listen, i'm just sayin', if we brought jschlatt back to life, he could bring glory to our country once again!"

- bad: "wait, so if we bring him back to life, he'd basically be unkillable then?"

- q: "yeah! yeahyeahyeah-"

• "DON'T TALK TO ME- i'm having a moment."

• - q: "i took his bones from his grave, i-"

sam: "what? that's bad luck."

q: "wait, really? are you serious?"

sam: "yeah, that's bad- better be careful-

q: "nononono, don't say that, are you serous? no, guys c'mon, nooo...can you please pretend it's good luck?"

sam: "to rob a grave!?"

• - sam: "wait, you're gunna try to bring jschlatt back to life?"

- q: "i have his bones, and that's all i need, baby!"

- sam: "but you just said how much you hate jsch-"

- q: "NOOO, I HAVE HIS BONES AND THAT'S ALL I NEED!"

• - bad: "wait, if you brought him back to life quackity, wouldn't he be mad at you?"

- q: "no- listen, listen to me, listen to me..... have you ever taken a look at l'manberg and said, 'hmm, i want that place all to myself?'"

• - sam: "i want you to listen to me, quackity."

- q: "yeah?"

- sam: "you listen to me. i will bring jschlatt back to life, but whatever happens with him afterwards is up to you."

- q: "that's all me, baby!"

- sam: "that's all your responsibility, i'll have nothing to do with him once he's back."

• - q: "just know that once we bring him back to life, he'll be back to power, and he will be our political puppet and we can take down ANYONE. ANYONE!"

- sam: "he wasn't exactly a great politician, though, was he?"

- q: "hey, c'mon.."

- bad: "yeah, will he be a better one as a zombie?"

- q: "shut- shut up bad! shut up! jesus christ!"

[fairytsuk1]

hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!" 

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

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You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting. 

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up. 

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and–"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking. 

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted. 

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled. 

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified. 

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.