#quackity scenarios

[hesoprettyithurts]

I need a headcanons for quackity and wilbur with a pregnant reader for yesturday!! Its a request from brazil <3

I’m on the case!🫶

there not exactly headcanons but there little short stories yk? Sorry if its not what you wanted

🇧🇷 =🥵

Quackity:

Telling him you were pregnant was difficult, mostly because you were afraid he didn’t want the child and that he would leave.

you grabbed the pregnancy test and waited for his stream to end. How were you going to say it?

finally you heard the annual “BYEEEEE” and you waited till you got the text saying he finished. You walked out slowly with the test in your pocket.

“Hey, guess wh- are you okay? You look sick. What’s wrong?” He got up to comfort you but you took his shoulders and moved to sit him on the bed.

“look,” you spoke “I have something very important to tell you”

“yeah what’s up?”

“I’m pregnant”

his face dropped oh this was not the reaction you wanted

millions of thoughts paced through your mind “was he going to leave” “oh no”

“you're being serious?”

“Yes” you say as you pull out the test handing it to him.

he reads it very carefully till getting up and RUNNING OUT THE DOOR 🏃‍♀️

nah but he got up and hugged you immediately causing you to sit down with him.

“I’m gonna be a dilf?”

You laugh with relief as you say “mhm”

“you don’t know how fucking excited I am!”

he jumps up and spins you around

(I’ll write a different reveal and the telling parents, gender reveal, baby clothes shopping, and journey IF the poll wins)

Wilbur:

Wilbur and you have always talked about having a baby but when you found out that you were pregnant you were shocked. “Was he even ready?” Was the most recurrent thought that kept racing left and right through your brain .

It was time, you thought, time to tell him that I’m going to have his baby.

My palms were sweaty as I waited for him to get home, then all of a sudden a jingle of keys could be heard and I panicked.

eventually the door swung open and there he was, beautiful, lanky, just woah is he gorgeous.

He immediately knew that something was off by the way that your leg was bouncing up and down.

“hey what’s wrong?”

“we need to talk.”

oh if only you knew how much effect those words had on him. He was quite frankly shaking. He went and sat down next to you, anxiously waiting.

“I’m pregnant” you said out of the blue

he froze, not the reaction you wanted, tears were forming in your ruses when he said “woah what the fuck I’m gonna have a child!” He began smiling and he leant down on his knees to kiss your belly 💋 “my child’s in there, hi baby, hi!”

“Wilbur it’s the size of a bean”

“shh that’s OUR baby”

sorry for the long wait I got busy with school

but I hope you enjoyed ✌️

[fairytsuk1]

alex always looking at his girl with mega heart eyes 🤭🤭

alex is always looking at you <3

he doesn't even realize it when he posts the vlog, really! he'd been so engrossed in cutting out all the ugly, sensitive and otherwise important information that he hadn't watched it in full. he posts it, then cross-posts it, and then sees his fatal mistake trending on Twitter.

#HEARTEYESQUACKITY

#QUACKITYNOVIA

#STARING PROBLEM

huh? he takes another look at the video, WhatsApp buzzing incessantly with teasing remarks. and .... oh.

5:34 / 12:04

you're holding the camera, showing the bustling market and your commentary is nothing short of overjoyed as you pan the camera to alex.

"i think it's so cool," you hum happily, smiling from behind the lense. "it's like it's own little ecosystem, right here!"

and the way he's looking at you. doe eyes wide in fascination, like the most beautiful statue in the world stood up and started to prance around the world as if it wasn't so delicately made of marble. you were carved to perfection and his. that only just barely touched the surface of his glance at you as you spoke.

alex's cheeks are hot as he skips forward into the video. maybe they were overreacting. it wasn't as bad as they were making it!

7:16 / 12:04

"what, do you think this looks like me? is that why you're laughing, huh?"

"no! i didn't say that! you're putting words in my mouth," you giggle, flipping the camera from your smiling face to his staring down at you, "let them look at your guilty face."

alex is doing it again. he can't help it, it seems, too enamored to look at you like you were any other person. no. you were the person. he could only ever look at you one way, a way in which it conveyed how utterly, depravedly, desperately, happily he was to be in love with you.

he sees now, what they meant about the staring problem.

he knew you were sleeping still. you had yet to brace the wave of commotion that would surround you when you awoke. however, alex aimed to be the first to contact you. he sent you a simple message, a light in wave of notifications.

[alexis]: i love you

[goobstars]

𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍

⋆ precis ~ you do the 'a man' trend with quackity! (the trend where someone lifts up another and places them on their shoulder.)

⋆ tags ~ profanity, i got this idea because my friend showed me a video of "buff quackity", use of quackity's real name, kissing, and romance.

⋆ notes ~ my friend likes to read about quackity but complains about how most of the stuff on here is smut, so i'm writing some fluff for her! feel free to request for him if you want, he seems cool so i'll be writing for him more :)

the trend was one you were heavily aware of.

how could you not be? videos popped up all over your 'for you page' with the same song playing at the start, and the same actions flashing on your screen with each video you scrolled past.

there would be two people, and as the song went on, one of them would pick up the other and place them on their shoulder.

clearly, the amount of times these videos have popped up is a sign that you should do it.

so, why not nicely ask your boyfriend to do the trend with you?

"ALEXIS!"

"WHATEVER IT WAS, I DIDN'T KNOW, DO IT, OR HELP WITH IT!"

you raised an eyebrow as quackity rushed into the living room—staring at you through the doorway while you blinked at him a few times.

"i don't know what you're on about, but you're doing this trend with me."

he walked over to you as you pulled up the video on your phone, and he rested his chin on your shoulder while the video played.

his eyes shifted ever-so-slightly with each movement that happened on your screen, and once it was over, he hummed. "i bet i could do that."

"do what? pick me up or drop me? because the guy dropped her in the video—"

"I MEANT PICK YOU UP! WHY WOULD I DROP YOU!?"

"BECAUSE YOU WOULD TRY TO PICK ME UP, SLIP, AND THEN YOU WOULD FALL AND DROP ME!"

quackity hastily snatched your phone before grabbing a small phone stand he had resting near the tv, and he set it up as you walked up behind him.

"first of all, i wouldn't fall because i've already fallen for you." his corny words were remarked with a snicker from you. "then how did you fall in the kitchen yesterday?"

"shut the fuck up."

your phone was situated on the stand as he backed up, and he crossed his arms before gesturing to your phone. "and second of all, watch me. i won't drop you."

you turned your attention to your phone as you fixed its placement a bit, and you peered over your shoulder at him. "you sure?"

"the more you doubt me, the more likely it is that i'm going to drop you, and take of photo of you before posting it online."

"I'M GONNA START RECORDING!"

a laugh erupted from him as you quickly tapped your phone, and you rushed to stand in front of him as you looked over your shoulder to stare at him.

"can you jump real quick?" he mumbled as his hands grasped your hips, and you did ask he asked.

in a matter of seconds, you were lifted onto quackity's shoulders—his body slightly leaning back as you attempted to lean forward so you wouldn't fall.

"shit—"

quackity stumbled a little bit as one of your hands held onto the back of his neck, and he shifted a bit more before he finally grounded himself.

your previously muttered profanity had earned a laugh from him while his arm partially wrapped around your thigh, and his free hand rested on your knee. he looked up at you with a wide grin as you stared down at him—matching his smile.

"i did it." those three simple words were drenched in pride as you snickered, and quackity moved his shoulder a little bit before it was hastily removed from underneath you.

your breath hitched as you assumed you were going to fall, yet all you were met with was an arm around your waist and a loud laugh ringing out from the man who held you.

"did you think i was going to let you fall?" his taunting question only made you frown as your feet were placed on the floor, but he didn't let go of you. his arms only seemed to tighten around your waist while his forehead was pressed against yours.

"you literally dropped me."

your reply only got a shrug out of him as a quick kiss was placed on your lips, and he finally let go of your waist. "doesn't mean i was going to let you fall."

you watched him walk into the kitchen as you went to grab your phone—removing it from the stand while you immediately went to see how the video turned out.

yet, nothing was there.

"alexis—"

"yeah?" his reply echoed from the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge closing caught your attention while he stood in the middle of the doorway—a bottle of water in his hand as he stared at you.

you held up your phone, and you could only give him the most innocent smile you could muster up.

"i forgot to hit record...can we do it again?"

an exaggerated sigh escaped his lips, and for a moment, you truly thought he was irritated until you noted the grin on his face.

"only if you talk about how strong i am in the caption."

"how about i put 'buff quackity'?"

"nevermind, i'm not doing it."

©𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

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[tokischaaaaa]

untitled

!alex quackity x !reader

word count: 1k

— (smut) —

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

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

but fate had a sense of humor.  

because somehow, alex was always there.  

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

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

  

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

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

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

"you always do that," she murmured.  

"do what?"  

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

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

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

"just vibes," she echoed, amused.  

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

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

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

his smirk deepened. "you could."  

her breath hitched.  

and just like that, the air between them shifted.  

because it had always been this.  

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

a game they played too well.  

but tonight—  

tonight, she didn’t feel like playing.  

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

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

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

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

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

maybe he did.  

maybe he always had.  

---  

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

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

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

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

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

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

"shut up and kiss me," she whispered.  

he did.  

and fuck—  

it was good.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so fucking pretty like this.”

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

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

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

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

“just let me take care of you.”

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

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

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

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

that was it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

she didn’t mind.

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

---  

morning came too fast.  

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

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

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

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

her breath caught.  

he never asked her to stay.  

but maybe—  

maybe it was time she did.  

~ fin

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

[l0qu1t44]

Driving Home

smut, fluff?

word count: 872

versión en español

You and Alex are driving home after a date, the air between you charged with anticipation. His arousal is impossible to hide, the way he shifts in his seat, the firm press of his cock against his pants. One hand grips the wheel, the other grips your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, not enough to hurt you, but just enough to restrain himself.

You catch the tension in his jaw and smirk, turning to him with a slow, teasing look that only makes things worse. His knuckles whiten on the wheel as he struggles to keep his focus on the road, but the look in your eyes is driving him wild.

Traffic slows ahead, a long line of red brake lights. Alex curses under his breath. He can’t take it anymore.

Without a word, he veers off onto a side street, tires crunching over gravel as he pulls into an empty parking lot. Normally, he’d never risk something like this, always too cautious, too aware of who might see. But right now, none of that matters. He needs you. Now.

The sudden detour caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected Alex to be this desperate, this reckless, but the neediness in his actions made you smirk.

He practically jumped out of the car, circling around to open your door with urgency. You looked up at him, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I didn’t think you’d be so needy today,” you teased, lips curling into a slow grin.

He rolled his eyes, flustered but trying to play it cool.

“Shut up,” he muttered, not with malice. There was no heat in his words, never with you.

He offered you his hand, helping you out of the car like he always did. Always gentle and thoughtful, even now, with desire burning under his skin. Leading you to the back, he opened the door again, like instinct.

Once the two of you were inside, Alex wasted no time. He pulled you close, his hands firm on your waist, lips crashing into yours with a hunger that had been building the entire ride. The kiss was deep, urgent. Like he’d been starving for you.

Your hands slid down, fingers trailing over the front of his pants. You could feel how hard he was, straining against the fabric. The way you touched him, slow and teasing, made him moan into your mouth.

You quickly broke the kiss, leaving him breathless as you sank to your knees in front of him. Your fingers moved quickly, unbuckling his belt, then undoing his pants with ease. You tugged them down, boxers included, freeing his cock, hard, aching, and already twitching with anticipation.

You didn’t hesitate. Taking him into your mouth in one smooth motion, you looked up at him, never breaking eye contact. His breath hitched, his body tensed, and his head tipped back as a deep groan escaped his parted lips.

You started slow, bobbing your head up and down along his length, each pass taking him deeper as you maintained a steady rhythm. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then snapped open to watch you. The sight of you on your knees, lips wrapped around him, eyes locked with his, it was almost too much.

His fingers found your hair, tangling gently as he began to guide your movements, hips lifting in sync with your rhythm. The pressure was building fast, the sensation growing in his stomach.

You felt it too, that shift and tension in his breathing, and you responded. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him even deeper, maintaining eye contact as your movements grew more focused, more relentless.

A ragged groan tore from his throat, his grip in your hair tightening. His hips moved with growing desperation, sloppy and uneven now, chasing that final high.

He finally came, his body tensing as he spilled into your mouth, a deep, broken groan escaping him. His grip in your hair loosened, his hips slowing down as his release slowly washed over him, his breath coming in shallow, uneven waves.

But you didn’t stop.

You kept your lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling gently as you swallowed every drop, milking every last bit while he shuddered above you. His hand slid from your hair, fingertips brushing along your cheek, a soft, dazed touch.

When you were finally done, you slowly released him from your mouth, placing a soft, lingering kiss on his tip. He let out a quiet, breathless groan in response. You rose to your feet, sliding into the seat beside him, you barely had time to settle before he leaned into you, still breathing hard, his head nestling into the crook of your neck like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.

You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, your fingers gently combing through his hair, calming him as the final waves of pleasure faded from his body.

“You want me to drive home, princess?” You teased softly, voice warm against his ear.

He nodded, too spent to speak, and you smiled softly. You placed one more kiss on his forehead and then you let him rest, holding him for just a moment longer before starting the drive back home.

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just a quick thing i thought of before i go to sleep :3

[hesoprettyithurts]

baby sitting with quackity 🤧🤧💕💕

ABSOLUTELY!!!

I’m gonna make this headcanons🫶

Let’s say one of your guys friend had a baby and they’re going on a vacation!

•Watching that baby with HIS LIFE

not taking his eyes off no matter what

• COOKING for the child 100%

“what do you want to eat”

“Are you hungry?”

•holding the child would be so sweet

like you walk out the bathroom and he’s just holding the kid in front of the TV

•Spoiling the living life out of the kid

buying them anything and everything there is NO LIMIT

•Putting his beanie on the kid

taking off his beanie and putting it on their head covering their eyes

•Singing little songs

like the most random sweet, silly songs ever!

I definitely see him wanting kids despite saying he hates them

[pregnant story??!!🫣😭❗️⁉️] ⬆️if you guys win the poll ⬆️

•And when it’s time for bed he tucks the kid into bed

“goodnight little (buddy, guy, nick name)”

I would so have kids with this man

I can’t believe my inbox is thriving

(they’re all from you)

REQUEST!!🫶🙈

[fairytsuk1]

a sense of belonging | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: sexual content, loss of virginity, dry humping, p-in-v, vanilla sex, missionary, protected sex, pre-established relationship

request: like, imagine reader and Alex having their first time together, like, both of them losing their virginity together

You weren’t expecting anything. That’s what you tried to remind yourself; it was a date like any other. No expectations. Alex was your long-term boyfriend, and you trusted him! You could remember flashing adoring eyes at him across the lunch hall when the two of you were young, his cheese quesadilla stretching to the table as he laughed with his friends.

He was smaller back then, a bit nerdy-looking to some, but perfect to you. You loved looking at him. You always had. 

Alex grins, teeth shining as music permeates the still quiet. He looks perfect today as you sit comfortably on his bed. Your lip gets caught between your teeth as your eyes rake over his black, wispy strands of hair, contrasting with his rosy lips in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together. You must look away, cheeks hot as your man settles next to you. 

“Is Mac Miller okay?”

Alex breaks your reverie, nudging your side with his elbow. You nod eagerly as you try not to get ahead of yourself. 

“You know I love him too.”

“Right! You get it,” Alex hesitates. “You look really beautiful right now.”

Your boyfriend sits next to you, and you can feel his body heat radiating towards you. His tone is aching with sincerity as he speaks; it makes your eyes well with tears. A hot rush of warmth courses through your veins, “thanks, ‘lex. You look really good, too.”

Your fingers graze his bicep as you compliment him, and you can feel the goosebumps that prickle his caramel skin. When your eyes meet his once more, they look a little more hooded and have a little more intent. It makes your clit pulse with need, and you know you’re soaking your panties.

“Thanks… hey, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur, “so much!”

Neither of you realizes how close your faces are, but your expressions reflect the same desire. Fuck me. 

Alex swallows, brown eyes staring into yours for so long that it feels like forever. 

“… Can I kiss you?”

The confirmation you utter is both whiny and breathless. Alex’s lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, and there’s a sense of urgency behind his movements when he settles a warm hand on your knee. 

A saliva string connects the two of you when you break apart, “Alex…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready to… You know,” you start to laugh, your head falling into his chest, and he smiles at you. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, baby,” Alex pecks your forehead with a gentle kiss.

He’s not the boy he used to be. He’s a man now, the way he settles a gentle hand on your waist. Not only that, but he’s more confident now too, and it is so fucking sexy. You nearly purr when Alex helps you lay down against his soft bedsheets. They smell like him, some cologne he’d bought and insisted you smell. Do you like it? He asked with a soft smile. You had.

The way he kisses is heavenly, soft lips colliding against your own with an eagerness replicated in his grabby hands. You’d had heated make-out sessions before, but it’s different, the way you accommodate him between your legs with pouty lips.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs into your neck. “We don’t have to rush or anything…”

“I’m okay,” you assure with swollen lips. “I promise, let’s keep going. Unless you don’t want to! We can also stop–”

Alex kisses you again. His tongue slides wetly against your bottom lip, intertwining with yours in a sticky, hot kiss.

“I wanna keep going.”

Your moan is loud and embarrassing, and you shrink at Alex’s gleeful face. To you, it feels so lewd to cry out when he sucks a hickey on your neck, but your boyfriend feels differently based on how he grinds desperately against you.

“You’re really hot when you moan like that,” and he fucking shudders.

Something inside you burns hot and bright as his words, “Well, I want you to fuck me. C-Can’t help but moan when you’re touching me like that.”

It comes out as a light whisper but triggers a deep magnetic pull in Alex’s chest. He can’t help it, he wants you so badly, and here you are presented like a breathtaking present, ready to take his thick cock inch by inch till he’s balls deep inside of you. 

“Yeah, well, I need you…!”

Alex breathes into your neck as you grind up against him. He’s so weak for you, nearly trembling. You’re not unshaken, either, clit rubbing just right against his bulge. You can feel how hard he is against you, and it's so fucking sexy. 

His hands skim the bottom of your shirt, soft eyes asking for permission. You give a shy nod, and his hands give way to bare skin, “Jesus.”

“…What?”

“You’re just so beautiful. Seriously! I feel so grateful right now, being here with you.”

A ball of emotion wells in your throat as he slowly reveals the softness of your tummy and then your nude bra. You start to feel flustered as he takes a confident move to grope your tits, feeling them squish under his fingertips as you squirm. Alex kisses you again with lips that soothe like a balm. He pushes the cups down to leave you nearly naked, and he’s breathless at the sight.

“Wow, they’re really… I mean, seeing you like this is…”

“Sexy? Hot?”

“Yeah, exactly. All of that,” he kisses your jaw wetly before coming eye to eye with your hardening nipples, taking one into his warm mouth with a hum.

“Oh, fuck me, Alex. Be careful, ‘m so sensiti–ooh!”

He doesn’t even speak as he rolls your nub on his tongue, loud, wet noises echoing in the wake of your whimpers. Your hands tangle into his hair as you unconsciously pull him closer; the both of you writhe as if trying to mold your bodies into one. Alex sucks a hickey on the bottom of your breast and then pulls away proudly, “what do you think?”

It’s half to check in on you and half on him. You look at his eager-for-praise face for a second before grinning and pulling him close by his shoulders.

“I think… you’re really good at this.”

“You flatter me too much,” he croons into your chest whilst laying sloppy kisses on the column of your chest. “You just drive me wild, babe. I can’t explain it. You make me wanna do all these things…”

He pauses as he reaches the button of your shorts, giving you a careful eye as he settles more comfortably above you. You don’t mind undressing further, but you’re starting to feel curious about what’s under his black shirt and shorts. Manicured nails lightly scratch his bare stomach as you slowly push the cotton upwards, his breath stuttering as you move inch by inch. You’ve seen him before but hadn’t had the chance to see him until now.

It’s obvious he’s nervous as he pulls the shirt over his mussed hair. He kneels between your legs quietly as you take in the firmness of his pecks, how his nipples pebble under your thumb. You end up in his lap with him flat on his back, open, pliant, ready to be devoured. Your hips rock against his effortlessly as your hands glide over his chest and abs, feeling every breath inhaled into his lungs.

Alex’s rib cage expands and caves under your touch. He’s shy enough to keep quiet purposefully, but every other rock of your hips lets aching whimpers flow out of him. He was so noisy. It made you feel dizzy with power and want as you touched him.

“B-Babe, I, uhngh, wait,” and you pause immediately with worried eyes. 

“I just, fuck, I needed to calm down,” he pants with eyes closed and bruising fingers on your hips, “any longer, and I would’ve–haha.”

The two of you laugh at the thought, but it leaves an indelible mark of love in your heart, thinking of how Alex is so deeply attracted to you. The mark grows into a phrase that just can’t be held back anymore, and you resist his hand strength to drag your hips over the length of his dick over and over—

“I need you inside me, ‘lex. I need to feel you fuck me, please? I’m so wet, I wanna know what you feel like,” your mewls leave him scrambling to unbutton your jeans. “Always finger myself thinking of you, imagining its you. Do you… think of me?”

“God, of course I do. You’re the only one I am thinking of,” his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can’t wait anymore, baby.”

It comes mumbled out as a sigh, but you’re nearing the end of your rope as your panties stick lewdly to your pussy. Alex whines as you pull away to lay flat on your back; you grin up at him as you loosely hold the backs of your thighs.

“Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna do somethin’ about it?”

“Shut up.”

He pins you down with a bruising kiss, and remember just how much Alex loves to be in control. You can feel it in how he insistently tugs on your panties, snapping them against your flesh, just to see it turn flushed. Tenderizing you, making you ripe for his picking as the meat of his hand pushes your thighs further back.

It seemed like he knew what he was doing, and you knew your sloppy pussy was drooling. Your thoughts were confirmed as he rubbed the flat of his thumb against your swollen clit, neglected and begging for his touch.

“She wants me, so wet, I really wanna taste you,” Alex rambles as a forefinger dips slightly into you before pulling back. “You know you look good, right? You have’ta know, babe, ‘cause I’m always saying it.”

Alex lays a gentle kiss on the inner bend of your knee. Featherlight and loving.

“I always want to show it,” he practically purrs as thick fingers deftly untie his bottoms. “I’m always thinking such… dirty thoughts when it comes to you. What can I say? You’re my favorite girl.”

You’re quaking as his voice strikes every nerve on the dot. Your legs fall and close in on themselves as you tremble, core swirling white-hot with arousal. Every nerve wants to keel over itself and just obey him. 

“You’re making me flustered,” you grumble as he pumps his cock.

It’s so hard not to stare at how his hips twitch every thump of his fist against his navel. It’s even harder not to ask him to fuck you raw for every bead of precum that spills over his knuckles like syrup. 

“I like you flustered. All loving and cute.”

The two of you are quiet aside from the desperate hiss that emerges as you feel his head just barely push against you. You know it’ll sting and that’s the nerve-racking part, but Alex intertwines your hands and pecks the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll go slow, yeah?”

“Yeah, just be gentle, okay?”

“Of course, baby,” he kisses your shoulder and rubs his nose against your jaw. “Whatever you want. It’s just you and me.”

He lets you hold his gaze as long as you need to, breathing shallowing as you remember all your reassurances: Alex loves you, Alex would never hurt you, Alex is your soulmate.

The last one leaves a warm rush of confidence, thrumming down your vertebrae. Your brain gives you a rush of endorphins, and you’re kissing Alex’s pink lips to say, “I’m ready.”

Your boyfriend nods and sighs heavily on his haunches. His dick sits thick and leaking. It’s so lewd how his hand grips the base, and he shudders from the barest pull of his fist. Alex’s eyes admire your sloppy pussy, and he can barely look away as he pats for a condom.

His teeth look animalistic, ripping the foil. His hands look even stronger and skilled as he starts to roll the condom on, and you feel intimacy call your name as you sit up to come close. All you can hear are the soft sounds of your needy breaths as you both roll the latex down his sensitive flesh.

“T-Thanks,” he murmurs with a blush crawling up his neck. “Lay back for me, hermosa.”

Your hole clenches around nothing, and you try to keep your hips from canting towards his, but it’s useless. Alex pushes the tip against you, eyes raking over your form as he squeezes your hand before moving forward. There’s a hot pinch of pain and your eyes automatically squeeze in tears, “‘m sorry, baby. Let me know when I can keep going, mhm?”

Alex sucks your nipple into his warm, inviting mouth, and you let out a pleasured sob. God, it feels so fucking good, and every shift has him moving an inch deeper every single time. Slowly, he fills you to the brim till you’re stuffed full and making grabby hands for him.

“Ohmygod, ngh, ‘lex, feels so good!”

“Fuck, you feel–fuck–so good, babe.”

There’s a wet clicking sound that echoes in your ears as Alex rolls his hips. He’s slow at first, heavy cock dragging down and splitting you apart before fucking himself back into you with a haggard groan. You mewl, fingers digging into pliable skin, when he angles his hips up and hits right there.

It’s so sloppy how your arousal sticks to both of you. Sticky strings keep you nice and wet as Alex grinds himself against you, tip kissing you so deep you arch back and sob out, “you’re fucking me so good, ‘lex. Ohgod, you’re so deep; I-I can feel you here…”

You can barely think straight as tears spring to your eyes. Alex is hardly holding himself together as he hones in on the way your walls greedily suck him in to slide home deep in your cunt. A creamy ring of white coats his base, and he lets out a shuddering wail, his hips jerking wildly and his eyes scrunching closed.

God, you and your pussy were fucking ravishing him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, I love you, baby,” his lip trembles as his hand clumsily squeezes your breast. “I love you so much, love how you can take me like this–ohfuck, I’m getting close.”

It’s obvious that Alex is losing it because his eyes roll back, and his moans grow higher, pitched, and needy. You feel it, too. Your hand comes down to rub tight circles on your clit, both you and Alex rippling and grinding desperately to reach your peak. His lips pant against your sweaty skin before giving you a loving kiss, “I want you to cum with me, please, can you?”

Both your mind and pussy are delirious, with only one thought coursing through you: AlexAlexAlex! You sniffle, hands scratching delicate flesh as you pull him close, walls clenching around him as if trying to fuse him with you. 

“Oh! Alex, I’m so–feeling like I'm gonna cum,” you warble desperately, practically shaking like a wild animal as Alex talks you through it. “Fuckfuck, I’m gonna cum, ‘lex!”

The neighbors must be infuriated as your mouth opens into an “O” to let out a cry of pleasure. You don’t even realize you’re begging Alex until he sighs deeply into your ear, “fuck, I’ll give it to you, baby. Shit!”

His balls slap against your ass as he groans, hips tilting forward as he spills into the condom and fills it. It’s blissful warmth that leaves stray tears falling down your cheeks as you chase his lips for more. Alex shudders at your gummy walls as they spasm and milk him for all he’s worth. Alex rocks into you to ride out your highs, softening and letting you both come to.

Pulling out, your boyfriend is immediately leveling face-to-face with you. Alex goes to speak, but you have no time for words as you pull him deep into a kiss. He adjusts to your wants easily as he rests on his forearms and pulls you close. It’s tender. His fingertips brush so softly against your skin like they weren’t just making indents on the backs of your thighs.

“Like, wow,” he murmurs, hot and sweaty against your lips. “You’re everything I’ve wanted and more, seriously, mi amor.”

“Stoppp,” you’re too shy to do anything but simper at him.

Alex kisses you again, and then squeezes your hip. He doesn’t need to say much. You both knew.

“Hey, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You hadn’t been expecting anything. But, of course, Alex surpassed your expectations in every which way.

[goobstars]

general hcs about dating irl!quackity?

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

⋆ precis ~ headcanons on what it's like to date quackity!

⋆ tags ~ romance, use of quackity's real name, kissing, and fluff.

⋆ notes ~ thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy!

⋆       to start this off, he's absolutely enamored by you. he's obsessed.

⋆       but the best part of it is that he's not embarrassed to show it.

⋆       you could literally be doing nothing and he would just be staring at you with so much love in his eyes you would think that you had just given him the world.

⋆       which, according to him, you technically did since you are his world.

⋆       another way quackity shows his love for you is that he always has to be touching you, or he has to be somewhat close to you.

⋆       of course, if you asked him to stop, he would, but if you're okay with him being clingy, expect him to be clingy.

⋆       holding your hand while you're both walking around, having his hand on your thigh while you both eat, wrapping his arms around your waist while you're talking to your friends—he doesn't care as long as he gets to be near you.

⋆       but if that doesn't show his love for you, then the way he talks to you certainly does.

⋆       quackity is a 'words of affirmation' person, so he's constantly complimenting you and just saying positive things overall.

⋆       when you wake up, he'll tell you how he thinks you look stunning, or if you accomplished something, he'd celebrate and tell you how proud he is of you.

⋆       also, if you did the same back to him, he'd be the happiest man in the world.

⋆       when it comes to dating quackity, chat more or likely knows about you (if you were okay with them knowing about you).

⋆       they probably figured out about you either because quackity started talking about you, or you accidentally walked in while he was streaming.

⋆       and now, every time you walk in on him streaming, they get excited.

randomuser213: WHERE'S [NAME]????

ILOVEMEN: I WANNA SEE [NAME]

TVgirlML: WE WANT [NAME]

"you want [name]?" quackity asked—not noticing that you had sneaked into his room because he was too focused on chat. more messages kept spamming as everyone started to ask where you were, and he could only let out a chuckle.

"i want [name], too—"

"YOU WHAT, ALEXIS!?"

quackity's head snapped towards the door as you stood there—eyes wide and your mouth agape while he could only purse his lips.

chat started to mock him and greet you and you both remained silent, and quackity eventually turned back to face the computer screen.

"i'm ending stream."

⋆       also, he'd invite you to play games with him on stream.

⋆       you'd either be sitting in a chair beside him, or you'd be on his lap while you both played. if you were on his lap, he'd have his arms around your waist and his chin would rest on your shoulder.

⋆       quackity can cook, by the way. a good one.

⋆       all you have to say is that you're craving something or you're hungry and he's in the kitchen with a 'kiss the cook' apron on while cooking up whatever it was you wanted.

⋆       music would be blasting through the kitchen and he'd be singing so loud you would've sworn the whole neighbourhood could hear, but he wouldn't care. if you were to walk into the kitchen, you'd be pulled into a dance with him.

⋆       he might get too distracted by dancing with you, though, and burn the food.

⋆       so, if you don't like your food being a little crispy, remind him that he's cooking.

⋆       he'd teach you if you didn't know how to, but if you did, you both are cooking new recipes and such together.

⋆       back to the clingy thing, he's the type who—if you're okay with it—would put his arms around your neck whenever he's behind you.

⋆       it would be like a headlock, except you're not choking. he does it because he just likes physical touch and it's comfy, but it also shows off his muscles.

⋆       speaking of muscles, he'd wear compression shirts or tank tops just to tease you if you liked his arms.

⋆       if you liked going to the gym, you'd both go together and he'd take those couple pictures you'd see on pinterest.

⋆       like, the ones where you're standing in front of the gym mirrors, and he would be behind you flexing.

⋆       another thing is that he would take couple pictures or do tiktok trends with you if you asked.

⋆       it could be the stupidest thing ever, but he would still do it because you seemed really eager to do it.

⋆       this man would act childish, by the way.

⋆       he gets all giddy over little things, and if you deny him something, he'll pout about it.

"why are you in the corner, alexis?"

your question rang out as you stared in confusion at quackity—his head leaning against the wall as he stood in a corner.

"because you told me that you didn't want to go out with me."

"because it's raining." you remarked, and when he didn't reply, you let out a quiet sigh. "and i was thinking that we could stay in and watch movies."

that got his attention.

he slowly turned around as he stared at you for a minute, "can we make a fort?"

"of course, we can make a fort."

a wide grin sprawled across his face as he dashed out of the room—leaving you to be puzzled until he walked back in with a bunch of blankets in hand.

and a lot of plushies.

⋆       your dates would typically consist of you both going out, but not just to restaurants or whatnot.

⋆       he would plan dates like a picnic under the stars, or he'd take you on a trip to another town nearby to experience new places. if you wanted, you'd both could just stay inside and order takeout while laying on the couch together.

⋆       he does not care what you both do as long as he's with you.

⋆       but with dating comes arguments.

⋆       quackity will not raise his voice during an argument. instead, he's very quiet—which is scary.

⋆       while it's rare for you both to get into arguments, when you do, you're the one who's talking through it all while quackity just stands there. he's quiet while you get your point across, and he doesn't even dare try to speak a word while you're speaking.

⋆       once you're done, he'll either step out of the room for a minute with a nod, or he'll bring up his points and talk about how he wants to fix things. it really depends on what you're both arguing about.

⋆       sometimes, he would just need a breather before communicating with you. if something hurtful was said, he'd need a minute to think about it.

⋆       eventually, you both would make up. if he was in the wrong, he'd make it up to you by gifting you a long apology and promising change, and he'd probably give you a gift as well.

⋆       another thing with quackity is that he's not necessarily the jealous type, or he at least doesn't show it.

⋆       if you're just talking with someone, he might pop up beside you and hold your hand, but if someone's flirting with you, he'd get more touchy. if the person doesn't stop, he might say something, but he would definitely get a word in if he noticed you were uncomfortable.

⋆       a little detail about dating him is that he'd be the type to have a little note on his notes app about you. like, he'd keep little details about you that he's noticed, and he'd have a photo album dedicated to just you and him.

⋆       with all of those photos, they could be point fives or whatnot and he would say you looked stunning in them.

⋆       again, he's enamored with you. he's in love.

⋆       there's no doubt about that.

©𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

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[deadqueerboys]

Her hands were scratching his shoulders as he went deeper inside her. His cock slaps, filling the air with the sound of their love. It's been a while since they're doing this, Quackity wants to cum inside her with all of his strength. Her nails are digging on his back as she rides him. Her pussy is tight, since they don't see each other so often. It's hard to get inside her, and it's even harder to get out. He giggles, burying his face on her neck, kissing it. "Amor.. if you keep doing like this, I will cum before you even think about finishing." He smiles, taking his dick out of her pussy and then pulling it inside her with all of his power.

[tokischaaaaa]

BARK BARK BARK AHHH GUAPISMO 😻😻😻😻

guys i just know its perfect omfg i can’t this I NEED HIM HOLYSHIT

[hesoprettyithurts]

shadys back

[fairytsuk1]

i think people should write alex with squirters more🤔🤔🤔

alex who finds out you can squirt and goes CRAZY. obviously he just wants to make you cum, but being able to do that? he’s a goner, “well, babe, you’re gonna have to do it again! i basically missed it!”

alex who slots your hips together so perfectly as he grinds his fat tip against your g-spot. he’s so heady and all over you that you can only mewl and claw at his back as he fucks you into the mattress.

“so wet, so sloppy. you love me that much, baby? ngh, ohfuckk, wanna fill you up so bad.”

“alex, ‘s too much! i c-can’t—“

“don’t act all whiny when i know you can take it,” he pants against your lips as he smushes his tummy against your puffy clit. “wanna feel you gush ‘round me. mmf, please? please, baby?”

and he’s in AWE at how you cream him, squirting so lewdly as he keeps fucking himself into you. he can’t help it! not when you’re gripping him so good.

“god, can you—fuuck. can you do that on my face next?”

[goobstars]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

⋆ precis ~ headcanons on how quackity acts when he has a crush!

⋆ tags ~ profanity, romance, and fluff.

⋆ notes ~ taking c!quackity, q!quackity, cc!quackity, and k!quackity requests. bro's cool so yeah.

⋆       hear me out, it would be hard and easy to know when quackity has a crush on you.

⋆       if you were a streamer like him, he would constantly watch your streams or raid them with his own viewers.

iwatchquackityhaha: RAIDDDDD !!!!!

greenbeans: QUACKITY RAID!!!!

mynamesjeff: THIS IS THE 5TH TIME QUACKITY HAD RAIDED [NAME] HE'S OBSESSED

quackity: @.mynamesjeff SHUT THE FUCK UP JEFF

⋆       his viewers would absolutely call out him on this, but it would be a little tease that happened because it wasn't that big of a deal. he was only watching your streams, and that could simply be because he likes your content. he might be raiding your streams because he feels like it.

⋆       you, of course, never speculated about it either. it was simply him being nice and you always greeted him once you noticed his presence in your chat.

⋆       but then it got to the point where he would donate to you.

⋆       if it was a little bit of money, then no one would have batted an eye.

⋆       but this man would donate hundreds just to see your reaction.

⋆       why? because one, it makes you notice him, and two, he enjoys watching how your reaction changes every time he donates.

⋆       when he first donated, you were shocked and made sure to thank him every minute of your stream. you could be talking about something else and then randomly thank him again for the money.

⋆       then after a few more times, it got to the point where you'd lecture him for donating so much, and it eventually turned into a war with you both donating loads of money back and forth.

⋆       he always won, by the way.

' quackity donated 200 ! '

"hi"

despite the fact you had a robot reading your donations out loud, you still found yourself looking at the screen as you read what quackity had sent.

"did you seriously just donate to tell me hi?" your words echoed throughout your room, and before you could assume that he wouldn't answer, another donation appeared on the screen.

' quackity donated 100 ! '

"yes"

"quackity, we're throwing hands."

⋆       eventually, he would start texting you on discord to ask if you wanted to do a stream with him.

⋆       at first, you believed that streaming with him would be like a one-time thing, but then it became a consistent thing for viewers to see you both streaming together.

⋆       streams with similar titles started popping up all over youtube and twitch.

⋆       "minecraft with [name]" or "playing roblox with quackity"

⋆       things like that.

⋆       and that's when people started to get suspicious.

⋆       i mean, who could blame them? you both just seemed to click, and given how fast it happened, everyone was just curious.

⋆       eventually, everyone's curiosity turned into a chance to ship you and quackity, and that led to fanfics, fanart, and even edits.

⋆       to which quackity reads, views, and watches them all.

⋆      he was amused by people picking up on his little crush, but this is where him being 'a hard person to know when they like someone' comes in.

⋆       he never confirms that he likes you.

⋆       at least to you.

⋆       he'll constantly like and comment on edits or fanart of you both, or repost them to where everyone can see that he did.

⋆       it's never a shock to find you and him trending all because he decided to comment a ';)' on an edit he saw.

⋆      this would happen for a little bit until it got to the point where you started questioning what you and quackity were, so he'd ask you out later on.

⋆       he wouldn't do it on a stream because one, he wouldn't want you to feel pressured, and two, he wanted it to be a moment between you and him. nobody else.

⋆       it'd probably be around vidcon time, and that's because you'd both be in the same place, and you had more time to be around each other.

⋆       he'd invite you to hang out with him for a day, and he seems like the type of person to pull a move out of a romcom.

⋆       like, he studied romcoms a week before because he wanted to do something special.

⋆       if you're at a resturant, he'd write a note on your napkin asking if you'd be his. if you go to a beach, he made sure to write the question with seashells he found prior on the sand. if you don't like big gestures, he'll just ask you while you're on a walk or something.

⋆       but no matter what gesture he ended up pulling, his reaction would be the same to each one if you said yes.

⋆       a wide grin would spread on his face, and he'd probably give you a hug if you were okay with it.

⋆       if he ended up asking you on the beach, he'd jump into the water.

⋆       there's no denying that.

⋆       if you were okay with making your relationship public, he'd probably post a picture of you two kissing or whatnot with the caption telling fanartist to remake it.

⋆       his lockscreen would be that photo, and every art remake his followers made for him.

⋆       now if you aren't a streamer like him, it would be a little bit different.

⋆       he probably met you at your work, or just a random place in general.

⋆       if he met you at your work, you best believe he'll be constantly going there just to talk to you until he gains the confidence to ask for your number.

⋆       and that might take a bit, so you're better off asking for his number first.

⋆       he would text you all the time.

⋆       the type of man to apologize if he left you on delivered for like ten minutes.

⋆       the type of man to quickly text you back when he's streaming to let you know why he might not answer, and then proceeds to talk about you to his viewers for the rest of the stream.

"who are you texting?"

his friends taunting voice rang in his headphones, yet he could only laugh a little bit while he continued typing his message to you.

it wasn't a simple sentence that stated he would be busy, but rather a paragraph saying that he was playing games with his friends, and that he would make sure to text you as soon as he had the time.

"someone i met a while ago." quackity finally responded, and his friend hummed. "you like this someone?"

"like is an understatement."

⋆       eventually, you both would start to hang out, and then he'd ask you out once he felt like the time was right.

⋆       since you weren't a streamer, though, his chat would literally be jumping with joy once they met you.

⋆       they'd give you a nickname to match quackity's, preferably something that refers to a duck, or they'd just call you by your name if you preferred that.

⋆       if you're ever lacking confidence, quackity could sit you down in front of his stream, and with his viewer's compliments towards you, it wouldn't even take you that long to feel amazing again.

©𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

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[hesoprettyithurts]

quackity x reader who is a nurse 🥲🥲 IM STUDYING IT FOR MY MAJOR 🤧🤧‼️‼️

YES

I’m pretty sure he’s not still in law school so ima do 2 parts

1

Quackity is a law school student

he’s so supportive because he knows that school is tough

helping you with anything that he can do like making notecards for you and proofreading your papers (SO CUTE🥰)

He’d literally drag you off of your desk like say your working to long and after numerous attempts he’d just go and pick you up and carry you to bed, he’d already have a movie and a bowl of your favorite snacks on the bed he’d plop you onto the bed and just lay on you🫣

both of you helping each other out🫶

2

Quackity knows what it’s like to go through school so he’s very comforting and supportive

he’s just such a sweet little man💪

he would literally drop a stream just to focus on you

takes pictures of you while your focused or completely passed out on your desk🫶🫶

IM still in high school I don’t know what I want to do yet I kinda wanna be a neurobiologist 😭🫶

[fairytsuk1]

alex with a gf that’s kinda shy when it comes to initiating sex but he’s so in tune with her he alr knows and it’s been a minute cause he’s so busy and n she’s needy <333

alexis with a shy!needy!gf

he’d been busy. that was all there was to it, with the constant promise of projects and events; alex had been occupied all week. of course, he still made sure to make time for you: cuddles, kisses and the rare make out session.

it wasn’t that you were necessarily angry about the lack of sex, mostly just needy and wanting. you missed his firm body splaying over yours, soft groans and moans tumbling from pretty pink lips. you missed him more than anything, and yet you were too shy to say something.

alex had noticed your closed off attitude, how you averted your eyes and wrung your hands together every time he got close, “baby… i’ve missed you.”

he murmurs into the skin of your neck, heavy arms wrapping around your waist as he tugged you closer till your hips were joined together.

“have you missed me?”

you want to respond, you’re aching to respond, but no words come out. luckily, alex knows exactly how you feel as his hands start to push up the hem of your shirt, “oh, baby, i know you have. i’ve been so busy, right?”

“y-yeah,” you whisper, pushing your hips back against alex with a pant. “i’ve missed you, i want…”

“you want me to fuck you, is that it? you miss how i touch you?”

a sneaky hand gropes your breast, and you clutch the countertop with a wrinkled nose and pouty lip, “yeah—yes, please.”

he fucks you right on your kitchen counters. alex sighs into your neck, hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he drove his hips deep against yours. he smelled like fresh linen and your head bumps against his as he angles upwards to press his fat cock into your guts.

“oh, oh! alex, yes, please—feels so good!”

“yeah, yeah… fuck, you’re so tight, baby. i haven’t been, ngh, satisfying you. been too fucking busy working,” and the thought spurs alex on to fuck against you harder till there’s audible claps echoing from the two of you.

your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer while you cling to him like a koala. your cries and whimpers are music to alex’s ears as he makes a mess out of you.

your sloppy pussy squelches with every thrust; alex’s thick cock stretching you out as he drove in deep before pulling out slowly, letting you feel every heavy drag of his hips pistoning in and out of your hole.

it’s when he kisses at your neck do you start to lose it, head tipping backwards to expose the column of your throat while alex nipped and sucked at every inch of skin.

“god, i love you, i love you so fucking much.”

a line of drool slips past the corner of your mouth as alex fucks you dumb, your brain mush as all you can think of is alex’s dick that throbs inside you, pounding into you while you just took it. alex pants against your skin with fluttering lashes, rhythm growing unsteady as he draws closer and closer to his peak.

“i-i love youuu—fuck!! alex,” you cry out, barely able to string words together as you cum hard. “alex!!”

your man lets out a broken moan, practically collapsing as he thrusts once, twice, before settling right against your womb and flooding your walls with his release. your cum mixes with his and there’s a pretty ring of white around the base of his cock, the sounds utterly depraved as he holds himself deep against you.

“fuck, fuck… i-i needed that, you were so sweet for me,” and alex plants kisses on the curve of your shoulder, the space underneath your ear.

“alex, i needed you, too…”

“i know, baby. and i’ll always give it to you.”