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alisonwritesimagines · 1 year

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Naps in the Quinjet ~Peter Parker Imagine~

Requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent:

Peter Parker x female!Stark!reader

Reader and Peter getting back from a mission, on the quinjet, and the other avengers can't get over how adorable they are

Bc they are all cuddled, and how about Peter got a mild concussion so he's just snuggling int reader

Summary: After a rough mission, both you and Peter crash together in the quinjet.

Author’s Note: I got physically sick last night from being in charge of a family trip because no one understands a certain amusement park like I do.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of concussions, injuries, reader gives out some Alex Russo vibes

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

Your father was never fond of the idea of you joining the Avengers team. However, it was bound to happen since your father was non other than Tony Stark. So you were a target to most enemies.

When your father took in Peter Parker after the civil war fiasco, you two have been together like glue. You both were the same age, liked the same stuff, and you two had fought many enemies together side by side.

However, this mission was harsher than any one that you and Peter have faced. Your father had to carry you back to the quinjet before setting you down on a bench.

"You should've been more careful," your father scolded you.

"I was careful," you tell him.

"No you weren't. Because if you were careful, you wouldn't have a wound on the side of your body," your father tells you.

"It's technically a minor wound," you tell him.

"Minor or not, I'm still upset you got hurt," your father tells you. "And that goes for you to."

You looked over at Peter who sat next to you. Peter had a cut on his head that was making him bleed a little. You frowned a little as you stared at his cut. Natasha walked over to the two of you before fixing Peter up a little until you guys got back.

"You okay, Peter?" You asked him.

"I'll be alright."

"You two can be reckless, you know that?" Tony tells you two, looking at you both with a stern look.

"But we survived," you pointed out. Tony gave you a look, making you quiet.

"Let's head out already so the two can be checked out," Tony tells Clint and Steve.

"On our way," Clint told Tony as he began the quinjet.

"Peter?" You asked.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna take a nap?"

"Yeah."

Natasha noticed you both first. She smiled softly as you leaned your head onto Peter's shoulder with his arm wrapped around you. His head was leaned back against the wall, making him look up at the ceiling as he slept.

"Steve," Natasha said quietly.

"What?"

"Look," Natasha pointed over. He looked over and smiled at the two of you.

"Tony's gonna have a blast when he sees that," Steve chuckled.

"Hold on. Before you tell him or before he finds out," Natasha said before taking out her phone. She snapped a photo of the two of you before smirking at the photo.

"Okay, now he can see the two," Natasha joked.

"Hey, Tony," Steve called out to get his attention.

"What?"

"How do you feel about y/n dating?" Steve asked him.

"I'm not ready for her to date," Tony said.

"Well you might need to get ready soon," Natasha said as she looked over at the two of you.

Tony followed her gaze to see you comfortably sleeping on Peter. Both Steve and Natasha smiled at Tony's small look of disapproval.

"He's a good kid. Plus they always hang out. What will be the difference?" Steve asked Tony.

"Because I would need to see him as a potential threat to her," Tony pointed out.

"How is Peter a potential threat to y/n?" Natasha asked.

"Because she is my little girl and if anyone hurts her, I will throw them up in space without any oxygen," Tony told her.

"Oh please. For anything, it would be Peter to get hurt from y/n," Natasha told him.

"Let them sleep. They need it," Steve told the two.

Once you all made it back to the base, you woke up to feeling Peter's arm around you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked up at Peter.

"Peter. Wake up," you whispered as you gently woke him up.

"Hmm?" Peter asked as his eyes opened up a little.

"We're back. Let's go get fixed up. And then maybe later, we can watch a movie?" You asked.

"I would need to check in with my aunt first," Peter told her.

"Of course. But whenever you're available, we can have a movie night?" You asked.

"I'd like that," Peter said as he helped you over to the infirmary.

"I bet you ten bucks those two will get together within the week," Natasha tells Steve.

"Ten bucks says Tony is going to have a small fit over her dating," Steve added.

"You're on," Natasha smirked at Steve as the two shook on it.

Bonus:

"You two are dating?!" Tony asked in shock.

"Yes. And I am old enough to date. Don't make me remind you of your dating history," you pointed out.

"At least it's with Peter," Pepper pointed out.

"Thank you," you tell her.

"Just no kissing in front of me okay?" Tony said.

"No promises."

While you and your father argued about your dating life, Peter looked at Natasha and Steve confused on why Natasha gave Steve ten dollars. The three were sitting together while they watched you defend your relationship with Peter.

"Why did you give Cap ten dollars?" Peter asked Natasha.

"Don't worry about it kid."

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #alisonwritesimagines

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lxvvie · 4 months

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A DITL with Alex Keller would consist of:

You enjoying one of the few days you can actually sleep in... until you hear a husky yelp, feel the other side of the bed jerk, and then "Wicky!" Oh... Brunswick must've bitten Alex's nose again. So much for sleeping in.

You two stumbling into the kitchen, Alex holding Brunswick like a baby in one arm, bed hair on 1000, scratching his chest with the other hand, and yawning. While he's busy feeding your devious furbaby, you... look in the fridge for something to eat.

"Frosted Flakes." "Alex, no." "Sure thing, Boss. Honey Nut Cheerios it is." "Alex, please—"

Settling for a HOT breakfast this time that Brunswick keeps trying to steal from Alex's plate.

While you're cleaning up from breakfast, Alex is busy preparing his world-famous chili for the crockpot so it'll slow cock throughout the day. Says the weather is perfect for chili... as you remind him that he wanted cereal for breakfast. ("Pfft—")

After you and Alex have gotten yourselves ready for the day, it's time to... give Brunswick a bath. Good luck with that, Alex.

While you're busy indulging yourself during a much-needed break, it's practically a warzone in the bathroom—"C'mon, buddy, you should already be used to—OW! Dammit—Wicky, no!" Alex is a mess when he emerges from the bathroom, and you fail to hold your laughter in.

Wicky deviously deciding to make Alex's day a living hell if his meowing and antics are any indication. "Wicky, can't a man use the bathroom in peace?" "Wicky, that's not a toy..." "The hell you keep nipping at me for?" "Wicky, I can't keep picking you up."

You and Alex finally getting around to watching that one show you've been planning to see together until he realizes—"When you'd start without me, Boss?" Cue you feigning innocence. Whatever are you talking about, Alex?

Also finding out that Brunswick will sometimes sit or, er, stand on his hind legs and watch TV. Wait a minute...

Binge-watching said show until dinnertime at which point you feed Brunswick after he's made enough biscuits on Alex's head and you two get to enjoy his world-famous chili.

In the meantime in-between time, Wicky ventures off to do whatever it is he does, you and Alex clean up and prepare for bed because your day starts early tomorrow.

...At which point Brunswick came back to express his love and gratitude by presenting you a gift. In bed. You and Alex have never jumped so high before in your lives. Dammit, Wicky.

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ivymarquis · 5 months

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Garnish

Pairing| Alex Keller x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Free use smut (pre-negotiated terms), dirty talk, a brief sprinkle of dummification

For @glitterypirateduck's Alex Keller Challenge!!! lmao idk why I was so intimidated writing this. I haven't really been the biggest Keller girlie so I had no idea where to go with his voice. Obviously the best way to try and get a handle on it was to write a filthy PWP :) "I bet the neighbors know my name"

Alex would know those earrings anywhere.

They are, without question, his favorite pair of hers. And while a part of him has hoped she would decide to don them after his return home, until this morning the jewelry’d remained sitting in her jewelry box.

Of course they are his favorite for a very specific reason.

The idea of roleplaying a free use housewife fantasy just scratches a deep seated itch inside the both of them. He's already got plans- one day in the very near future- for how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger. Take the 'house wife' part out of the fantasy by entrenching it firmly in reality where it belongs.

But right now his thoughts are focused less on the engagement band and more on the pair of earrings dangling with every tilt and move of her head. She's taunting him.

The "rules'' are pretty simple. If she's wearing the earrings, Alex has full rein to treat her to like a personal fuck doll whenever and wherever the mood strikes him and she'll go along with it. When she's done playing, the earrings go back in the jewelry box and their sex life is the same as any other couples.

The second he sees her- having walked from the mutual bedroom to their kitchen where he found her upon waking up- he decides that today will be a lot more fun if he takes a slightly different approach to start.

He gives zero acknowledgement of the dangly jewelry despite the fact that he knows she knows there's no way he didn't see them. Just gives a half-sleepy smile and presses an affectionate peck to her temple while murmuring "Good morning, pumpkin." and it takes everything in him to not crack a grin at the indignant look on her face.

No doubt she expects him to jump the moment she gives the go ahead. To pin her down against the cabinets with one arm, lift her skirt with the other and have his wicked wicked way with her.

Oh no, dear heart.

They sit and have a perfectly normal breakfast. Or at least Alex does. His pumpkin looks wild eyed and a little suspicious at his newfound self control. Clearly not expecting it and doesn't know what to do with herself about it.

"Did you sleep alright last night?" he poses the perfectly innocent question. He's being an asshole- he knows it, but he's having too much fun. He knows damn well she slept fine last night because he wore her ass out. Could barely keep her awake long enough to clean everything up.

"Yes, did you?"

"Like a baby. You seem a little jumpy though this morning- might want to watch the caffeine."

Oh she's watching something but it sure as shit wasn't the coffee.

After collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink, Alex whistled to himself while getting ready for the day. Nothing too exciting- just a few 'Honey Do's, after he put his poor girl out of her misery.

She's finding any reason she can to be in the same room as him and it's adorable. Looking for this, needing to place that- she flits in and around like she's worried he'll forget she's there if not in his line of sight.

Eventually an actual task takes her attention off of Alex and that's when he strikes.

She's bent over in front of the dryer, no doubt fishing some far-flung sock that refused to come along quietly with the rest of the laundry.

Well fuck, he can't refuse a sight like that.

He knows her well enough that as one heavy hand lands to grab her wrist, the other fists the back of her hair with enough force to keep her from banging her head against the dryer in case she startles- which she does.

Huh. He'd of thought for sure that maybe a part of her was playing up the whole 'being bent in half in front of the dryer' thing, but from that reaction he's starting to think she was actually just focused on the laundry for a split second.

He doesn't miss the way she relaxes against his hold now that his little game is up. "What a desperate little thing you are. I haven't even done anything and you're ready to roll on your back for me."

Now that he knows she's not going to split her head open on the edge of the dryer he releases her hair, his newly freed hand now reaching down to flip her skirt up.

The sight that greets him is enough to draw a low whistle from the man. "No panties? Naughty girl. Almost like you were expecting to get fucked today." he teases, chuckling to himself as she nods and presses her hips against the stiffening bulge in his pants. "And here I was being a mean, mean man and making my poor girl wait. Surprised you didn't have to clean up your seat after breakfast this morning."

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to actually do anything today," she can't help herself but to lightly grouse at him.

"That's the fun of me being in charge of when you get fucked today, pumpkin. I might bend you over every singular solid surface that can hold your weight, or I might make you wait. Choice is all mine."

Well, until she says otherwise. Or if she outright safewords. But that is a given.

His pretty girl is getting spoiled though if she's got time to be grumpy about not being bent over to her satisfaction.

One hand trails over her hip, teasing the exposed skin as he revels in how twitchy she is.

It takes prep- always does, always will. But they'd been at it for a good amount yesterday and with her presently about to melt into a puddle of desire and neglect after this morning, Alex is mindful but not too apprehensive as he opens his pretty girlfriend up on his fingers.

First one, just to confirm his suspicions- she's primed and wants to go, pressing back against him in anticipation as one becomes two. He knows that two of his is something akin to three of her own, and that finally seems to settle her down as his fingers stroke that spot inside of her that has her grabbing at the dryer for leverage and pushing back against it to press further into him.

"That's it, baby. Nice and fucking wet for me. You know what your job is, hm?" he purrs behind her.

"Yes," she pants quietly. "Alex, please-"

"You're spoiled, you know that?" he still ends up pressing an affectionate peck to her temple again, pulling out of her warm body to work on freeing himself one handed.

She's all too eager to help get things rolling- standing on her tip toes and arching her back. It makes it easy to slide into her, taking a few shallow, rolling thrusts to work himself all the way inside.

Rewarded with the sound of her pleased moans, Alex is quick to settle into a pace that he knows will get the pair of them rolling their eyes in no time. At this point he knows how to get her going as certainly as he does to get himself off.

"Oh my God- right there," she moans, her own hands scrambling for purchase against the dryer to brace. Alex bands one arm across her waist while the other continues to knead her hip, keeping her close to him as he thrusts.

'Yeah? That's the spot right there pumpkin?" he asks despite knowing the answer. He just likes watching how she'll go from a smart, capable woman to a dumb little cocksleave desperate for his cum with the right kind of prompting.

"Ye-ye-yeah," she confirms as he stays steadfast in his tempo.

"Fuck,” he groans at the wet heat of her clinging to him like she never wants him to leave her.

Letting go of her hip with one hand but keeping his other banded across her waist, Alex is all too happy to grope at her chest. Fingers plucking at her pebbled nipples- rolling and pinching one before switching to pay attention to the other. Those hitching breaths work in time to his ministrations as he works her up just to pull his hand away from her bust in favor of her clit.

Now that got her attention, each thrust of his hips and slow stroke of his fingers being rewarded with his name a constant chant in her mouth- Alex Alex Alex Alex-

“That good, pumpkin? You gonna- fuck- make a mess for me? Come on, honey, ask me for it,” he goads.

She’s sputtering and scrambling to get her brain in working order- trying to be a good girl. Fucking adorable.

“Alex- fuck,- hgn- Alex- please! Let me- let me,” her brain struggling to play catch up.

“All ya gotta do is ask, honey. You can do that, can’t you?” Pressing another chase kiss to her temple, the dichotomy is not lost on him paired with the absolute filthy noises coming from where they’re joined. She’s gagging for it- literally can’t get the words out of her mouth in the right order. “Must be fucking you good if you can’t even talk properly,” he teases, a grin escaping him when she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “I bet the neighbors know my name,” the uppity ones who seem to think they’re above socializing with any of the other tenants in the building- brushing off anyone who tries to get to know them.

God they must fucking hate Alex when he’s home after being sent out on mission.

“Alex please! Let me cum, please!”

His fingers kept up that maddening pace until his ears finally register that she did, in fact, use her words.

And Alex is nothing if not a man of his word.

He knows exactly how to change the quiet strumming of his stroking fingertips from the teasing touches meant to ramp her up, and the ones meant to drag her across the finish line.

Those pretty thighs are trembling as Alex plays her like a fiddle. She cums with a cry, seemingly caught off guard by how intense it is.

It doesn’t take much more to get Alex chasing his own end.

He finishes without much fanfare Pulls out, tucks himself away, pulls her skirt down and kisses her temple again before leaving a shaking mess left to sort out the laundry.

Much like breaking the seal on a night out of drinking- now that he’s given into the temptation he just cannot stop the rest of the day. The second his refractory period is up and he feels ready to go another round, he’s seeking her out within the house and can’t wait to climb on top of her.

He may or may not be the reason that lunch burns that day a few hours later. It’s a worthy reason though, and he happily orders takeout as an apology.

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

#alexkellerchallenge #alex keller x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #my writing

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 months

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Cornerstone.// Alex Turner X Reader! (Non-smut)

prompt: Alex used to date your sister, but now that she has passed away, you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face.

words: 3K.

a/n: I have a habit of revisiting some old fics of mine, as is the case with this one. It helps me improve my vocabulary. I thought it was fair to repost this one in particular, now with Alex.

You vividly recall the first encounter with him.

It happened at the inaugural party of many to come in your life, precisely on your 18th birthday. Given your introverted and reserved nature, your sister, despite the physical resemblance, had a personality that stood in stark contrast to yours. With a two-year age gap, she possessed a demeanor at parties that belied her years. Able to handle drinks effortlessly, her charisma was perfectly suited for celebrations. While you had always imagined her to be that way, having grown accustomed to her returning late on weekend nights, witnessing it firsthand was both fascinating and slightly intimidating. Parrot's Beak, it seemed, was made for her.

Approximately 45 minutes into the party, your gaze landed on Alex, engrossed in conversation with some friends. His adorable cheekbones and striking eyes were prominent, and the effects of the drink had bestowed a lovely, flushed pink hue on his face — almost as if his skin begged to be kissed. The memory of that moment remained etched in your mind, easily replayed without closing your eyes.

Over time, you found yourself mustering the courage to smile at him, occasionally adjusting your hair between shy glances, attempting to present your best self. However, the anticipation and hope in your smile quickly transformed into disappointment as he approached. It soon became evident that his occasional sweet eyes between sips of beer were not directed at you but at your sister. He hadn't even noticed your presence, and then a discomfort sensation enveloped your entire being.

That night, you accepted being an outsider as they walked away to the bathroom, deciding it was best to keep your initial impressions of Alex to yourself. It seemed like the wisest course of action, even after four years of witnessing their relationship and continuing to find him captivating.

"You need to stop calling me," you sighed, running the back of your hand over your eyes. The dawn unfolded around you, and in her absence, you imagined how she would have already roused you, taken the phone from your hands, and playfully sprawled on top of you, eliciting laughter until you both drifted into sleep together. "It's been almost a year now; you need to stop calling me."

"But you always make it better," his inebriated voice resonated in your mind. Oddly, you found solace in listening to him. After spending numerous years making her happy, hearing his voice felt akin to experiencing her broad smile after buying a chocolate cake at the corner coffee bar where you now worked.

"What do I make better, Alex?" You asked, elongating a conversation that felt uneasy.

"Me," he sighed deeply, prompting a mirrored response from you. "I like your voice, especially after you've just woken up. It's so calm and crystal clear." He continued speaking until your voice fractured into a sharp sob, and you attempted to bite your lip to contain yourself. If she were there, a single word from her would have pacified him. But she wasn't, and he was like this because he no longer had her.

"I like you, Al. I genuinely wish you nothing but the best, but I can't do this anymore," you expressed, aware that there was a chance he remained oblivious to the fact that he sought you out because you reminded him of her. "I miss her too, and it's becoming too painful."

With those words, you ended the call, pressing the phone against your chest, fully aware he would call again the next night, and you would pick up. You'd exchange a few words with him, feeling miserable afterward for allowing him to repeat the cycle. Yet, the truth was, the following day, you'd feel a strange sense of contentment—not in a healthy way but in a nostalgic manner that trapped you in a cheerful image of your sister. Whenever she had the chance to describe how wonderful a date with Alex was, you would endure the day.

As you drenched your pillow, the pulsating music from The Rusty Room, coupled with dancing figures, prompted Alex to moisten his lips. His night would unfold like countless others since she departed – he'd drown himself in alcohol, envision her face in someone else, and either find solace in the arms of a new acquaintance or get ousted for being too much, leaving him no choice but to dial your number. On nights when his emotions surged more intensely than before, he would do both. He'd call you, harboring the hope that, upon hearing your voice, you would magically transform into her. Then, he'd share the details of his day, lamenting about how no one in the band seemed to tolerate him anymore, and wait for your reassuring words. Obviously, reality didn't align with his expectations. You were as resilient as she was, which, although beneficial for him to picture her, wasn't what he needed in those moments. Especially because the two of you had never spoken for more than five minutes. Consequently, he had no option but to persist in his search for her.

In the light streaming from the window where she stood gazing out, her hair shimmered like yours, yet somehow it seemed to complement her better.

"Do you think he'll come in the cute blazer?" She asked dreamily, evidently already envisioning the date like a movie. Witnessing her enthusiasm brought a sense of joy to you.

"Yeah, and 'comfortably' smelling of cigarettes," you laughed, mimicking air quotes as you repeated what she had confided to you the night before.

However, her expected laughter never came. In seconds, as soon as she spotted him approaching, she flung the door open and leaped into his arms. Her limbs encircled his neck, and so did her legs. He held her securely, accustomed to this routine, and kissed her head with a broad smile.

"I missed you," he sighed, muffled against her shoulder, embracing her tightly as she nestled into his black blazer. The words carried such weight that you almost believed they hadn't seen each other the day before.

They continued murmuring sweetly under your observant eyes until you realized how awkward it was to linger there. Forcing your legs into motion, you retreated from their line of sight.

"Sis, babe. You want some cake? We’ll bring you some!" She shouted, causing you to glance back at them before truly departing. He waved at you. Apparently, they hadn't even noticed your presence. Even if you declined, she would bring the cake, knowing you'd indulge regardless. You nodded.

"Fine, we're going to deliver some pieces of red velvet," he declared, his focus already back on her face, causing your stomach to flutter with the realization that he remembered your favorite — as inappropriate as that was.

Still absorbing your dry words, he caught sight of her shiny hair and perfect skin bathed in the strong red light. She smiled at him, huddled up in a wicker chair, her eyes at the same level as his as he wandered up for a closer look. It felt like the first time, so he came close and kissed her, stealing all the air from her lungs; the random girl wouldn't mind having another name tonight.

Alex returned home the next morning in his car, swearing he could still smell her scent on his coat, transferring it to his seatbelt as he extended his trip to the next coffee bar just to feel her presence for longer.

"He's all yours today!" Your manager said in mock animation.

His eyes were lazy, his lips rosier than usual trapped in a perfect pout, stubble on his face, and yet he looked like an angel; but smelling of booze and sleep-deprived.

"What do you want?" You asked, observing him up and down; putting on your best character to try to fool him, or yourself. "You need to stop harming yourself like that, Al." You let your eyes dip into his, and what a regret, now your whole body tingled.

"I just want a nice coffee, I need to be alive to work," he raised his hands in redemption, giving you a cute half-smile. His voice as melodic and sweet as on the phone. "I just need to calm my mind down, buttercup."

His whisper ran down your spine, making drops of coffee from the machine splash onto your hand instead of into the cup; your body knew it was wrong, but your mind had liked being called that.

"How's life?! How are things going, huh, after all that, y'know..." He went on while you gave him his usual hot coffee.

In response, you shook your head, looking around you, cursing the place for not being so busy so that you could have more customers.

"Fine, no more talk, buttercup." He sounded low and careful this time. You had to take your eyes off him because you felt like you were going to cry.

No more smiles on his tired face, he straightened his clothing, handing you a crumpled currency. Avoiding his eyes, you took it in your hand, taking his change and writing it out in Letraset for him.

"Thank you," he said, this time without repeating the pet name, since both you and him were now being watched by your manager. Even in front of others, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at your writing; so similar to hers in form, yet so cruel.

“She deserves a better job.” You heard her speak even though you were away from their table. She was in his lap, not in a vulgar way, they were just enjoying each other's presence like that. Couples passing by whispered about how cute they were; you didn't deny it.

“She seems to like it ‘ere. It's super cozy; you love it too,” he said in his husky voice, running a hand through his dark hair. He was right; you didn't hate it there.

“I know, but I think she can do better. I trust her. She has potential; she just needs help.”

You dodged it, even though you knew she only wanted your best. Hearing her talk about it made you feel smaller, and seeing her talk about it to other people—Alex—made it worse.

“And...?” Al pouted, letting her kiss him. His smile grew, face lit up, and for a minute, you thought she wouldn't speak anymore as she focused on his lips.

“I wish you could ask her to do some marketing for the band, like around here and Twitter. She would do fine. You know I wouldn't lie. She likes these things; could be a good try.” She winked at you, and you smiled excitedly. It was a good idea; she knew you well. You loved her.

“That sounds good for the band too; we could have more people listening to us,” Al said in agreement, beaming just as she was. You would be the first person working for them. “That’s wonderful, buttercup.” He added, making her hug him tightly, nearly knocking them off the chair.

Your tongue flicked over your lips, repeating the endearing nickname silently. It was adorable and suited her. Running a hand over your hair, which now had a dark coloration, you wished you hadn't dyed it. Not that that would change anything.

"You shouldn't let him call you the same way he sweetly called her," the manager warned when he saw him leave. Your sister was always around with Alex; they were completely in love with each other and never hid it from anyone. It was evident he had noticed.

"He just needs to heal."

"So do you."

'No, you can't call me the way you used to call her' was marked on his change.

Next night, at Battleship.

Rum had already become a vital elixir to oxygenate his blood. By the 4th shot, his mind swirled with thoughts of you, from the tip of your nose, seemingly tracing him as he spoke, to your conflicting voice when you expressed that you didn't want him around. He craved you.

He glanced around the room, searching for his daily fix of sex for the night but soon changed his mind, taking his cell phone in his hands and punching in your number that he already knew by heart.

"I'm sorry, you're by yourself?" A serene voice awakened him from his trance. The shiny hair and lips drawn in a perfect shape that made him forget about his cell phone.

"Yes, I am," he confirmed, his throat going dry. Every night the same thing, but he still got carried away by a vision trick; given that the reality was way too difficult to face. "All by myself, yeah."

She chuckled at his despair, and even though the sound didn't resemble hers, he decided he could play pretend in his mind. The girl remained silent, planting the image of her in his head as he tightly shut his eyes. For a moment, he swore he couldn't feel his feet anymore, wondering if it might be the effect of being close to her ghost. However, when he spoke it out loud, calling the random girl by another name, all he felt was a pair of hands pushing him back while she cursed him in as many ways as possible. Did the girl say her name to him? He couldn't tell; it wasn't like he cared.

"I need you," tears streamed down your chin, your voice reduced to sobs.

His smile broadened, scratching the affected spot, his body easing as he listened to your voice fill the phone call. You needed him, so you called him, just like every other night.

"A nightmare again?" he asked cautiously, not even needing to inquire about its content; he already knew.

"Yes," you looked tired, as much as he did. "I need you, Al. I can't stop thinkin’--."

"I'm on my way, buttercup."

The shared room still carried her scent; he recognized it as you dispersed the remnants of her perfume across the bed she once slept in. The ambiance shifted in her absence, a palpable change felt by both of you. Strangely, it felt comforting to be there, surrounded by the lingering trace of her false presence.

"You're drunk again," you sighed as his fingers grazed your cheekbone, wiping away some tears. "She wouldn't like that."

He nodded, "she really wouldn't." Alex smiled, observing a shy smile form on your lips.

In the ensuing silence, your movements were sudden. Your arms encircled his waist, compelling him to embrace you tightly. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he found solace in the fact that you were no longer shedding tears. The absence of words rendered the atmosphere more comfortable, clearing his mind and relaxing his muscles. As you buried your face deeper into his shirt, he let his chin rest on your head, and you sought comfort in the scent that had once clung to her clothes.

“Sis?”

“Huh?” You mumbled in pain.

“C’mere,” she replied before you vomited again. You were seated in the bathroom, facing the toilet—for the third time this week. “You have to promise you won't drink like that again—or I'll have to let our parents know about it.” She pulled you into her arms, her voice shaky with concern.

“I’ll try,” you said, the words sounding funny and somewhat meaningless. She furrowed her brows, uncertain about how to handle the situation. “I promise.” You buried your nose in her sweatshirt, which belonged to him but had been in her possession for a long time. The scent was potent, with lingering traces of cigarettes that infiltrated your mind. It brought a mix of sadness and comfort, akin to having him somehow. She didn't say anything else, just squeezed you.

The weather mirrored your mood—grey and somber. Finding motivation for work was the last thing on your mind today, and on many other days.

"What’re you doin’ outside? Weren't you supposed to be workin’?" Al said, tucking you under his umbrella. His eyebrows turned into an adorable concern.

"I can't work; I'm very sad and sleepless," you imitated your manager's voice, displaying pure irritation.

"Not a good day, I see," he remained in high spirits, even with your angry face as your Uber request was denied on the screen in your hands.

"Wouldn't you go get a coffee?" You deposited your disappointment in him. His face still in a smile, he was never one to be shaken by so little; just like her, in fact so alike to her that it was quite annoying at times. She wouldn't be giving hate to anyone for her bad day.

"There's no point; I only come ‘ere for you." Your mind knew well; it was already used to his tricks, but you still couldn't help but melt.

His words softened your body, and you allowed yourself to look at him. He didn't seem to have had a rough night; his eyes were as intense as she had described the night she met him. "Cornerstone doesn't make any sense without me, I agree with you." His lips spread; you were happy to be the cause of it.

The comfortable silence wrapped around you. He brushed your hair back from your eyes, getting so close he thought you might understand. "Can I get much closer?"

You nodded, feeling the tears blurring your vision. You knew he saw in you a way not to forget her face, but letting him go would hurt more. "Look, I'm really not supposed to – but yes, you can call me anything you want."

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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Hello Alex! Hope you had a great week-end ! I was about to sleep can't sleep when this random question/thought hit my mind and it's kinda hilarious lol, like what if you and bakugo were out in public or you were having someone at home or with your kids idk and you suddenly were in the mood, what do you think your secret sex code would be? I was trying to come up with some codes and now i can't stop laughing!

Hi!! Sorry I saw this ask last night at like 3am and promptly passed out LMFAO. I hope you were able to sleep and also had a great weekend too!!

I've actually never thought about secret codes for things, but this idea is funny to imagine with Bakugou LMAO.

I imagine it sort of evolves over the years, at first you had attempted to give him 'the look', didn't really work because he thought you were just looking at him strangely from across the table at the hero convention. He just frowns, mouths a "what?" and you just have to shake your head at him to shoot him a text saying you wanna leave & y'know go fuck—totally makes him blush across the table, does the thing where he covers the lower half of his face with a hand whilst glaring at you from across the table for turning him on so easily.

That's when it starts to evolve into secret codes, if you can't explicitly tell him how you're feeling then I imagine codes come in the form of touches, squeezes and just body language in general. You squeeze his hand three times as one of those secret codes, leaning into his side when you're both at some formal event and kissing his jaw when he leans down to whisper if you're okay in your ear. He knows exactly what that means.

And when you're both a little older, got young children and they're at that age where they're becoming a little too observant so Bakugou can no longer bite your neck without your kids freaking out about 'Daddy's attacking mummy!!' - they proceed to try and yank him off of you and thus meaning no sex anytime soon.

That's when the code words start to come in, I'm not sure what they could be. Maybe something so mundane and "adult" that the kids will show no interest in it.

Bakugou's leaning against the kitchen counter, elbows forward and bent at the hip and you can tell he's just finished in the shower from the droop in his hair and the dampness to his bare chest and arms—a habit of being shirtless that you're thankful he never grew out of as you both got older. You can't help but oogle at him whenever you get the chance, it instantly sends a pang of heated lust straight to your stomach and since both of the kids are busy watching TV in the living room just behind you, you realise it's the perfect chance to finally have a moment with your husband.

"Hey, I need help with the taxes." and Bakugou's head snaps up at that, it was a stupid code but it worked well (he has helped you with actual taxes in the past and it most definitely did lead to you being more handsy with him because he's just so smart & god it's attractive).

His eyes instantly drift to his two devil spawn of kids before they're back on you, that cloudy look in his eyes that tells you he's already fucking you in his mind before he stands up at full height, smirking when you start to backstep a little to sneak off up to the stairs. "Of course baby, anythin' you want."

OR another situation being when Bakugou is out with Kirishima or something, maybe they're just finishing patrol and Bakugou is taking his hero costume off in the lockerrooms when he gets a text from you. He's instantly heating up, ears on fire when he turns to look at Kirishima who was trying to convince him (and you) to come out for some drinks after work.

"Can't, gettin' coffee with Y/N after." Bakugou hopes it works. But Kirishima is giving him the most suspicious look.

"Coffee? You don't even like coff—Oh, you two think you're slick, huh?" Kirishima smirks whilst Bakugou is just blushing furiously, shoving his hero costume into his gym bag before turning on his heel to stomp out of the room before Kirishima can comment anymore. Kirishima 100% is telling Kaminari later that night in the bar about both of your secret sex codes.

#— alex has mail !#— user asmaechan #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #sorry this kinda sucked #im so bad at secret code things because i really just #jump their bones

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swiftsdelucaa · 16 days

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What about a Carina DeLuca x female!reader where they get married? Maybe Y/n could be a trauma/general surgeon and you can add a flashback when they meet at work and operate on someone and their eyes meet during the surgery and they're both instantly attracted to each other. Then fast forward to the day before the wedding and the same situation, they're operating and also talk about their wedding.

The wedding happens and they celebrate the night in their hotel room

❛ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Carina DeLuca x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Heyy hope you like! Kinda happy I posted this not after so long ahah

It was all in 24 hours and you could already feel all your body shake in happiness and excitement. If you think that tomorrow you would have got married it still felt so surreal. And with an amazing woman, Carina DeLuca.

Right now you were still at the hospital, a trauma had just arrived, so you had put all your feelings aside and do what you could do best, saving lives. The paramedics had already come in starting to list the case, you helped them to take the patient in a room. It had been a serious car accident and the woman was also pregnant, so you called OB/GYN. When you pronounced that phrase and saw Carina walking in, it all instantly seemed so familiar, like the first day you've met each other.

You still remember it like it was yesterday, a woman had been run over, and was halfway through her pregnancy. The way she behaved with patients immediately struck you, she was so sweet that she managed to reassure you too. At that time she was new at the hospital, and you felt the need to get to know her right away, that smile and those eyes on you the first time she saw you got inside you completely. And during the surgery, step after step, your gazes couldn't help but meet everytime. You didn't believe in this kind of things, like love at first sight, but with her it's been different because you had immediately felt something building inside you, the same was for her.

And here you are today, again in the same situation, your hands and bodies concentrated on the surgery, but your minds and hearts were already thinking about tomorrow.

"I wonder how you can stay so focused, I mean, I really admire you for this" Carina said giggling softly.

"Focused? Oh God I feel like I'm going to explode every minute, I'm too excited" you said smiling under the mask.

"I know right, I just can't wait to be your wife" you could hear the joy in her voice.

"Me too darling" you said. "You know what, I also can't stop thinking if everything is ready, I just want it all to be perfect" you sighed.

"I get that, it's something that never stops to pressure you, the anxiety and all that stress damn" she laughed softly. "But Andrea and all my frieds helped me a lot, he made me sure that all was perfect and I hope so"

"Yeah, Meredith, Amelia, Jo, Arizona and Alex helped me a lot too, I think without them I wouldn't made it" you said as you continued the procedure carefully. "Why is marrying someone you love so stressful?" You asked chuckling.

"Well, it must be the best day of our lives, I think it's normal some stress. And it'll be worth of it, bambina" she looked at you, even she was wearing the mask you could see her smile.

"Yes, you're right" you reciprocated the look.

After she completed the cesarean section, you still had a lot to do, Carina moved the baby where the nurses placed her in an incubator, ready to take her to peds.

"So, see you tomorrow" you said before she could leave.

"See you tomorrow and good luck with the surgery" she smiled at you before leaving with the nurses.

The surgery luckily went well, the woman was stable, the same for the baby. Your shift was over, so you went home to celebrate the night before tomorrow with your friends, which had taken pretty long, but it didn't matter since you couldn't sleep. Your mind was too awake.

The day after you woke up early and had a shower, before waking up the girls who stayed with you all the night. Meredith and Amelia prepared the dress for you, after you came out of the bathroom they helped you to put it on. The sight of yourself in that wedding dress have already had a big effect on you that facing this whole wonderful day was even too much.

"You're so beautiful" they said to you. "Hey, this is not a dream" Meredith added. You laughed softly.

"Yeah I'm just trying to realize everything"

"Damn, I'm already going to cry" Arizona said, looking at you.

"Oh, do not please, or I will too" you chuckled. When everything was ready, they helped you to get in the car.

The wedding wouldn't be in Seattle, but in a location not far away. You and Carina didn't want something very big, something intimate and simple was enough. It would have been an outdoor ceremony with all your loved ones. The journey seemed endless, but finally the car stopped at the destination. Your bridesmaids preceded you, then your moment arrived. You could feel everyone's eyes on you when you were walking, but your eyes were only focused on your future wife, right in front of you. She was sobeautiful, as always, at the sight of you her eyes were literally shining.

When the priest started the ceremony, you and Carina were just standing in front of each other, holding your hands and can't helping but smiling to each other. Your heartbeat increased every second, every single word about your story made you both almost cry in happiness and gratitude. During the exchange of the wedding rings it was a miracle that you didn't drop it. And then, it was that moment, that question finally arrived.

“Y/n L/n, do you take Carina DeLuca as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you grinned at her.

"Yes, I do!" holding the tears was now more difficult.

"Carina DeLuca, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?” she gave you the same grin.

"God, yes, I do!" She exclaimed.

"I officially declare you wife and wife, you may now kiss" you both didn't wait one more second to approach and giving you the first kiss as a married couple. As you kissed, everyone started clapping.

The party and celebrations could begin, even if you and her could only think about your life together and what it would be like with each other every day of your lives. Everything was amazing, also all your favorite people made this day very special, but for you and Carina felt like in a romance novel every second of it.

After the night has come and all the guests congratulated one last time before leaving, you and your wife reached your hotel room, that had been prepared. You sat on the soft bed looking around.

"I still can't realize this" you sighed, still thinking about this wonderful day.

"And maybe I can, because my awesome wife is right in front of my eyes" she smiled leaning in to kiss you. You placed your hands on her cheeks, deepening the kiss.

"What a honour to be married to such a beautiful italian woman like you" you whispered in the kiss.

"And what a honour to have you all for me this night and all the nights that still have to come" she whispered, with a hand moving a lock of your hair and the other one played teasingly with the sleeve of your dress.

She made you lay down on the bed positioning herself on top of you.

"Ti amo, bambina" (I love you, bambina) she said pressing a soft kiss on your neck and then looking at you.

"Ti amo anch'io" (I love you too) you replied smiling, that was all the italian you learnt since you told her so many times. Her lips returned focusing on your neck, tasting your soft skin, you rested your head back against the pillow as your hands explored her body. Now it was just the two of you, forever and always.

#carina deluca #carina deluca x reader #carina deluca imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #station 19 #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine #my writing #y/n #fanfics #requests

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wolfiemcwolferson · 7 months

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hello, unusual request of mine, but for the prompt thing .. could you maybe do 9???????

thank u love u

hi baby, Piarles son of my CEO with a twist. I was going to make everyone suffer DEEPLY about this pre-race drabble but I decided against it after making myself very sad.

Pierre has no business being here.

It's too late, it's too hot, and he's got to be in a meeting to meet the new nepo hire tomorrow morning at 10 AM.

But, that's why he's here.

His guy - the one he hired and trained and turned into the perfect employee - was passed over for the son of the CFO.

He's barely out of grad school - probably can't write a report without consulting his textbooks.

And he's meant to be Pierre's equal. He's meant to be the person that Pierre is going to work with on major acquisitions - trust to read his mind and stay late. Do all the work that Pierre does.

So, he swore off doing this - off dragging pretty boys in bars home when he should be home sleeping and resting his brain for his job, but he's here and there's a boy sucking on the side of his neck while they ride the elevator to his floor.

"You live in a nice place." The Pretty Boy says when the elevator stops and Pierre hums, squeezing his waist, pulling him down the hallway.

They haven't spoken much. There had been some dancing and some light kissing and then he had been the one to ask Pierre if he wanted to leave with him.

He's electric though. He's electric underneath his touch and he's beautiful even in the harsh light of the hall and Pierre knows he's the kind of guy he would ask on a proper date if they met in a coffee shop or maybe at the gym.

"I do," Pierre smiles at him as he pushes the door open and then there's no more talking for awhile.

There's no more talking for exactly three hours and then there's too much talking for Pierre's liking, but he can't seem to stop.

Charles is funny as hell and he's kind of stupid and he's the best fuck Pierre has had in ages, and he's eating Pierre's lunch currently, standing up at the counter while Pierre sits across from him, accepting cold chunks of sweet potatoes off the fork.

"I just think," Charles laughs through a mouthful of potato and a smile, "that no one actually hates action movies. They say that because they want to seem cultured and interesting and above it!"

Pierre has to swallow a piece of potato that's a bit too big so he doesn't choke on it.

"There is not another genre of anything that lets you look at a dirty, hunk of man, doing things that no human being should be able to do, and -"

"Okay, yes!" Pierre agrees with him, but he waves his hand to try and get him to stop talking. "But that doesn't really do it for me so maybe that's -"

Charles spears another sweet potato and hangs his head. "There's not a single part of you that enjoys the thought of some big strong man throwing you over their shoulder and -"

He squeals because the stool Pierre was in falls to the floor and Pierre is chasing him around the counter and it's way too much for a hook-up but Pierre can't care.

Charles is gone when he wakes up, but his name and his number are on the fridge whiteboard calendar in the Saturday slot and Pierre understands that he's meant to call him on Saturday, but he's running a bit late, so he just dumps his ruined lunch into the trash and grabs one of those canned coffees that he keeps in the fridge and hopes that his shirt goes high enough to cover the bruise on his neck that Charles left with his teeth.

He's going to call him. He's already decided.

Pierre is halfway through his morning routine. He's checked his email on the train and now he's responding to everything urgent and he's about to go and debrief with Alex about their upcoming meeting, but Otmar knocks on his door, sticking his head through it immediately.

"He's here," he says simply and Pierre abandons his emails and he knows that he won't be talking with Alex. He walks into the hallway after Otmar, expecting to be met with the face of a literal child except -

Charles stands there, new badge around his neck, hands in the pockets of his black suit pants, smiling at Esteban with his eyes crinkled up and Pierre thinks he might just die.

That's the fresh faced grad that he's going to have to suffer through.

"It's nice to meet you," and then Charles makes a show of looking at his badge, "Pierre. I hear we are going to be working together on acquisitions."

Pierre has regrets, but he nods at Charles, making a show of looking at his badge too. "Charles, we will be spending most of our evenings together."

And then when Charles reaches out to shake his hand, Pierre squeezes on it too hard, watching Charles' nostrils flare.

He's swearing off pretty boys in clubs. He decides. For good this time.

#piarles #a little nonsense #pre race drabble

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bunny-heels · 5 months

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How touch starved do you think Alex really is? I feel like initially he's not one for touching at all. But if it's someone he cares about, even platonically and they're super important to him he just... melts if they touch him. He won't show it of course. BUT YEAH. What do you think about Alex and the touch starved thing?

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT

OK SO

when him and Miranda split he probably had a lot of nights of just holding pillows and blankets in his sleep, keeping a couch cushion on one of his thighs, hugging himself in private without realizing it, maybe at a desk when he was listening to someone he would put one hand on top of the other on the surface and hold his own fingers. small things to give him the illusion that someone else was there.

i do think he's still touch-starved, very much, but i believe its one of those things that he never really thinks about anymore because well, he just works all the time and lets it run through his mind a lot by choice, plus he now has people that he cares about that he can be around and they fulfill his need of company by just existing around him, so he doesn't really NEED the touchiness.

but. i also like the idea that, when alone with Saga or someone very close to him, and that person begins lightly touching him, but nonstop? a hand that's continuously massaging one of his shoulders, or rubbing up and down his back, or fingers in his hair, or an arm wrapped around his shoulder?

man turns into a silent MESS. like an actual pitbull that whines when you stop petting it. he gives silent approval throughout the whole thing by not moving away, but in his brain he's like "please don't stop please keep patting me and hugging me and holding me and having your hands on me please please please".

and he tries SO hard not to move in a way that mistakes for him not enjoying it. maybe he'll just relax his body, maybe a gentle sigh. if they're lucky, he'll literally scoot like an inch or two closer to them. it they're VERY lucky, he might even work up the courage to put his hand on them as well, on their shoulder or the side of their thigh.

and when that person stops, he'll try to hide it but he will FEEL and LOOK SO SAD. he'll look away for a second and take a small breath and compose himself but deep down he's like "no no no no please don't stop please i was having such a good time i don't want this to end please please please"

and that very very very special moment when someone gives him a hug. ooohhhh. ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoohhhhh. oh he takes a second to realize that it's actually happening but when he does he HOLDS that person. he does NOT want to let them go. hands supporting their back, chin that's ever so close to resting on the shoulder or the top of the head, chest against chest [he's hoping so so so hard that they can't feel his heart beat]. he could pass out with a smile he's so happy.

bonus stuff with Saga cause of course.

i imagine a scenario where she's been very close to him most of the day on a case or just around the offices, standing right behind him so her chest is on his back or his arm, hand on the shoulder as a friendly lean, patting the side of his arm when talking to him. at the end of the day he seems like he's in he's usual normal poker face mood but something is off. she can't help but give him at least ONE profile, just to make sure he's okay.

"Something missing from home Old soul looking for shelter So selfish to ask more from someone who gives me more than enough Desperate Case Casey"

and she could just, start bawling her eyes out just from that.

so when they're at her place, and she sits on the couch, she offers him a spot. he takes it, and of course he hopes for a least a hand near the leg, or for her to be a few inches closer than usual.

then she just, straight up sits right next to him and puts her head on his shoulder while they watch TV. he's SO taken aback. he can't process it fully. before he has time to ask, she's already talking to keep him from questioning it. "I think the day went pretty well." "I wonder if we should take that case up town." "This show looks good, I've seen this actor before." he gets no chance to speak. he just sits there with this closeness put on him so suddenly. but after a few seconds, he finally leans back into the couch and tries to calm his breathing and his heart. he's glued his eyes to the TV screen, avoiding eye contact. but she can read him, and she's so happy knowing that in his head, he's practically screaming with joy that his body is just too in shock to be able to express.

#the bun answers #alan wake #alan wake 2 #alan wake ii #alex casey #saga anderson #cause i love them and you know i do #remedyverse #remedy entertainment #remedy connected universe #hhuguhhughgghghg to hold him the way he deserbves..... pleases......

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bwoahtastic · 5 months

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WAIT BUT POOR LOGAN IN THE FORCED DRIVER AU!! the fia snatched him up because they thought he had potential and only needed a bit of “encouragement” (not that what they think is encouragement isn’t awful), but his first season doesn’t go well at all and he’s constantly getting punished despite how much james and the pack try to protect him, and then when he’s hurt from punishments he can hardly drive which just makes everything worse…

and if he’s an omega, what if as the season is winding down james learns that the fia is just going to cut their losses and fire logan as a driver but keep him as breeding stock (maybe that’s how he ends up with alpha lewis or dan, because fia forces them together to try and breed and get a good racing baby), and is so scared for the poor kid and desperate to do something so he goes against fia and signs logan for the next season anyway? he might get punished for it himself, team principals aren’t exempt from the cruelty, but it’ll be worth it if he can buy time for logan to improve and hopefully for the pack and the team principals to figure something out to help him, and the pack is so grateful to him for keeping logan safe (or as safe as any of them are) for a little longer.

— 🌸

Oh plss!

Poor Logan having great potential for driving but he is just so scared and never wanted to be a driver! Maybe he was setting up a litlte bakery when fia called for him🥺

Logan steuggling so much because he doesn't really want to race and the punishments are so,hard on him! He is often too sore to race, lacerations on his back and thighs and he just cries himself to sleep most nights because he just wants to go home!

The pack would be protective, as would James, he needs to protect both his boys! Alex is doing well enough that fia leaves him alone bur poor Logie...

James overhearing fia wants to make a breeding omega out of Logan, that he cannot go home without at least being of some use to them and James knows it eill break Logan, he deserves so much more!

James signing Logan even though he wasn't supposed too, fia had someone else picked out already but now can't do anything because Williams announced logan already.

Logan is clueless until he comes in to the pack room and everyone is crowded around a table, and on the table is James, who has been punished by fia and is definitely in pain! Logan crying but thanking James and pls he won't leave James's side at all!

#asks #forced driver au

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luke-hughes43 · 2 months

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meeting trevor | trevor and Mackenzie

this is the first time Mackenzie and Trevor meet. it's the summer of 2018, matt got her invited to the lake house so that he could spend time with his friends but also hang out with his sister. and she is currently dating the toxic ex boyfriend that I mentioned but they aren't ex's yet. his name is Dylan for reference. and they get into a fight about him not trusting her during this so it's a little long but I'm trying to establish her and stuff.

also; there's underage drinking this. just an fyi.

mackenzie's pov

so we're at some house on a lake in New Hampshire and I genuinely don't know where I am. matt does so it's fine. I'm here for 2 weeks with a bunch of his friends from the ntdp.

it's cool of them to invite me. they def didn't have to.

anyways, after we throw our stuff in the rooms we're sleeping in, we head out back so that I can be introduced to everyone.

matt says to everyone, "boys, this is my twin sister, Mackenzie. mack this is Quinn, Johnny, Cole, Alex, and trevor. you've obviously met jack already."

I smile and wave, "hey. you can call me mack or kenz. it honestly doesn't matter."

they all smile or wave while hi. jack says, "grab an open seat. we're talking about dinner and the boat."

I nod and just take the first open I find which is next to trevor, I think. I smile and he reciprocates. he then says, "it's nice to meet you mack."

"you too. trevor right?"

"yea. so do you play any sports?"

"I play hockey and softball. I'm committed to bc for hockey. I'll be playing with matt next year."

"oh sick. I'm going to bu!"

"ew." I say playfully. he laughs and I hear jack say, "so boat for 2 hours, then dinner, then a fire." everyone agrees so we all head over to the boat and get in. Quinn I think it is says, "I'm driving."

I nod and get on after matt. I feel my phone buzz as Quinn starts driving the boat. I check it and it's my boyfriend.

dylan❤️: hey babe, where are you rn?

me: with my brother and pat and their friends in nh. why?

dylan❤️: oh.

me: why?

dylan❤️: just curious. are you the only girl there?

me: yea.

dylan❤️: oh.

me: is that a problem dyl?

dylan❤️: I mean I'd prefer you not be surrounded by a bunch of guys without me there.

me: it's not a big deal. I'm with my brother, it's not like anything is gonna happen. and I let you hang around Sarah (random name) and all her friends without me all the time. and I know that all of them wanna get with you. I trust you so why can't you trust me?

dylan❤️: it's not like that babe.

me: well it sounds like it is.

dylan❤️: it's not but whatever. and this is entirely different than me hanging out with Sarah.

me: it's not and you know it's not. Sarah has said to my face multiple times that she wants to get with you. and so has all of her friends. where's the trust Dylan?

dylan❤️: I do trust you kenz.

me: yea well it never feels like it.

dylan❤️: what's that supposed to mean?

me: exactly what I said. look I'm not in the mood to fight with you about this again. I'll call you later.

dylan❤️: ok.

I roll my eyes and put my phone away. matt sees my annoyance and asks, "what's wrong?"

"dylan's just being an ass."

"I thought you broke up with him."

"no. this is the first time we've really talked in like 2 weeks. I'm breaking up with him when we get home."

"why haven't you already?"

"because I haven't. it's complicated." I say back to matt. he doesn't say anything and drops the conversation. I enjoy the time with the guys and it's a nice break from all the stress from softball and hockey and my shitty boyfriend.

~later on that night~

so for dinner, they got pizza and then we started a fire in the backyard to hang out and drink a little bit. I went inside to go the bathroom real quick and when I come out, trevor hands me my phone. it's Dylan. I fake a smile and take it from him, walking away, "hey dyl."

"who just answered your phone?" he snaps. I answer, "oh that was trevor."

"and who's trevor?" he asks again. he's got his pissed off tone going. I say calmly, "one of matt's friends. I was in the bathroom so he must've answered for me not wanting me to miss it."

"why is he answering your phone?"

"I don't know Dylan. he probably saw your name pop up and didn't want me to miss the call. I don't know, and I don't really care. I'm too tired to fight with you right now."

"well we wouldn't have to fight if you didn't let random guys answer your phone for you."

"oh you would be just as upset if matt or pat answered my phone. it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that you don't trust me."

"ok fine, I don't trust you. not around all of those guys."

"you don't even trust me when it's just my brother and then pat."

"that's because I don't trust pat. I think he wants to sleep with you."

"ew no. he does not want to sleep me." I say to him. he says back in an accusatory tone, "how do you know that?"

"because he's known me since we were kids and he's basically my brother." I explain. it's true, pat thinks of me as his sister. I can hear Dylan rolling his eyes, "whatever. when do you come home?"

"two weeks. I told you this dyl."

"no you didn't."

"yes I did. I told you like 4 times that I was gonna be gone for 2 weeks. not my fault if you weren't listening."

"babe, you never told me. whatever it's not important. so what are you gonna be doing up there?"

"just hanging out. going on their boat, playing yard games. that type of stuff. obviously training because they all play hockey so they need to like workout and stuff."

"they all play hockey?"

"they play at the development program with matt and pat. these aren't dexter people or you'd know them."

"right. well just be careful. please mack? we don't need you hurting yourself again." he says kinda sweetly. I smile, "I will dyl."

"good. I'll talk to you later mack. good night."

"night." I say before hanging up. I go back to the guys and sit next to matt. he wraps his arm around me and smiles. he asks, "Dylan?"

"yea."

"who's Dylan?" Cole asks. I fake a smile, "my boyfriend."

"he is not a fan of me. I'm worry for answering your phone by the way. I was trying to wait for you to get back but I didn't think you wanted to miss it. I'm sorry if I caused anything." trevor says.

I shake my head, "you didn't do anything wrong trevor. Dylan is just overly jealous. he doesn't even like pat."

"what? why?"

"he thinks you want to sleep with me."

"respectfully, ew."

"that's what I said."

"why are you still with that asshole then?" matt asks. I shrug, "it's complicated. I've been meaning to break up with him but I don't wanna do it over the phone and I haven't seen him in two weeks. but once we get back home, I'm breaking up with him."

"fair enough."

the conversation gets dropped and we enjoy the rest of the night, drama free. no boyfriends, no girlfriends, and no crazy ex or soon to be ex's ruining it.

I didn't know it until way later but this was the start of life long friendship that I'm so fucking grateful for.

#mackenzie boldy #trevor zegras

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innytoes · 8 months

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make more dark fantasy AU. please. pretty please. sugar please. there are children crying. Its me im children crying

I mean same, anon.

-Caleb just being completely obsessed with the jazz beat Alex showed him. He's pretty sure that's why it took so 'long' for the fairy to turn on him, he loved jazz.

-Alex was supposed to learn the drums to play in a nice, wholesome, Christian marching band and do the military drum beats for the army parades and scouts stuff but he learned the Fun Cool Music on the sly.

-The first several years Alex was in the fairy realm, he and Willie never exchanged a word. Like, when he was still having a good time, he'd spot Willie from across the room and think he was pretty, but he was always whisked away by a fairy who wanted to dance with him or Caleb who wanted him to play drums.

-Once he realises he made a big mistake, and it's too late to run, and his feet keep moving without his permission, his face in a smile that isn't his own, that's when he and Willie finally make contact. Every time he's nearing his breaking point and thinking he's going to go insane, Willie is there, whisking him out of someone else's arms, feeding him honey cakes, dancing with him to a song he hums in Alex' ear, slow and sweet and not at all what the music around them is, and he's practically holding Alex' body up, letting him rest.

-It's not until Caleb and the faeries disappear on some kind of hunt, who knows how long after, and he finally has control over his own limbs again, that Willie speaks. And then it's only a "come with me" as he leads Alex away, gently holding on to his fingers. And what is Alex going to do, not follow?

-They end up in some kind of room with a bed made out of moss. One of the musicians he saw was also there, already asleep, and oh god, there's more humans here? Willie just urged him into the bed and gently tucks him in and curls around him, and he's not sure how long they sleep but when he's woken up it's frantic and the boy with the lute - Luke, he introduces himself hastily - is dragging him up and away because its best not to keep Caleb waiting and he shouted he wanted music.

-Over the months, years, decades, he can't tell, he slowly learns more about who Luke and Willie are. Other humans come and go, and Alex sees just what can happen to the ones who do not stay on the fae's good side.

-Let's just say Caleb does Not like disco.

-Willie gets away with a lot more than the other humans can. And some of the lower ranking fairies seem to be almost afraid of him. Alex can never figure out quite how Caleb sees him though. Sometimes he acts like Willie is his child - usually when he wants affection or admiration - sometimes like Willie is a pet, and sometimes, the worst times, he takes his anger out on Willie in a way that is sometimes subtle, sometimes overt, and always terrifying.

-Once they live with the Molinas, Reggie is just dying to introduce the guys to things like Pizza and Poptarts and poprocks.

-The boys have very fucked up sleep schedules. Sometimes they don't sleep for days. Sometimes, worryingly, they do. Sometimes they sleep for 12 hours, raid the fridge, and go nap for another four.

-Willie biting into a pear and realising pears and pixie pears taste VERY different: excuse me but what the fuck is this?

He makes Reggie taste it and Reggie is like: yeah sorry buddy that's just what pears taste like here.

-On the other hand, pineapple is a new and exciting thing. For Luke, too, honestly.

-Carlos introduces him to Pixie Stix which have nothing to do with actual pixies but are Really Good and if you have 15 of them you have So Much Energy!!!!

-Willie being a Disney Princess. He can talk to birds. He makes friends with neighbourhood cats. Ray has a long conversation about how animal friends are outdoor friends after he came downstairs to find Willie on the sofa petting a raccoon in his lap and sharing a carrot with it.

-Look, Ray isn't saying now that he knows his kids have some kind of fairy changeling lineage that he's noticing things but... sometimes they are weirdly lucky, just like Rose was.

-And he's never had a green thumb... Rose's plant wall in the studio was close to death, until Carlos started going into the studio again. And they didn't truly perk up until Julie started playing music there again.

(Or maybe that's because Ray stopped overwatering the plants after Willie talked to him.)

-Reggie knows that he's not the only one with nightmares and trauma, okay, he knows that, but none of the other boys were hunted for sport and none of them have his weird aversion to horn sounds and bows and arrows. It makes things really awkward when Julie tries to show him nerdy movies he missed, like Lord of the Rings or the Hunger Games.

-Ray reads a lot of books and guides and studies on trauma informed parenting and how to help the boys, because he's pretty sure telling a therapist 'I was kidnapped to the fairy realm' is not going to give the kids the help they need.

-When Luke and Julie start dating, he's happy for them, though he does do the strict dad routine. Even though Luke is very old fashioned in a way that is charming and a little hilarious at times, given that his perception has been warped by hundreds of years of fae revelries. (Orgies? Eh, whatever. Getting to hold Julie's hand? Life changing, huge step.)

-The other guys seem happy for him. But the first time Luke falls asleep in Julie's room - innocently song writing, but he hadn't slept in two days and Julie's voice was so pretty and her bed was so soft - and she lets him stay, he wakes up to find the other boys demonstratively piled up on the floor around Julie's bed.

-Because Willie can't sleep without Luke there, so he bodily carried an already sleeping Alex to Julie's room. He was just about to go back for Reggie, but Reggie doesn't like sleeping alone either so he followed, dragging one of their blankets with him. And yeah, Julie has some explaining to do to Ray when he finds them like that the next morning. (The door was open! Luke was on top of the covers and she wasn't! They weren't even facing each other, dad!)

-Willie not quite knowing what to feel because on the one hand, relationships were very fluid among the fae and it's not like he has issues sharing. He never minded sharing Luke with Alex or Reggie. But then they were all together, and now, Luke and Julie keep disappearing together.

-And he's had Luke in his life the longest, and he doesn't know what to do with this new feeling inside him that makes him want to grab Luke and keep him away from everyone except his boys. And then he has a realisation that he's just like Caleb and he maybe hides out in the loft of the studio until Alex and Reggie find him and coax him down.

-Alex soothes him that he's nothing like Caleb, that being a little jealous when one of your friends pulls back because he's head over heels for someone is normal. That's the word for his feelings. Jealous.

-Reggie is very silent, and Willie flops on him and stares at him until Reggie starts petting his hair. And he realises that maybe Reggie is also jealous of Luke and Julie. And then he thinks back at how many times he and Alex have gone off on their own and thinks maybe Reggie is jealous of him and Alex as well. There's no more revelries where they are all together anymore. He should fix that. He doesn't want Reggie to feel what he's feeling.

-He makes extra sure to cuddle Reggie during that night's 'watching the tellyvision'. It also distracts him from wanting to hiss at Julie when she snuggles up to Luke and pull him away.

-Asking Ray about hosting revelries goes badly. He's pretty sure the modern human word for it is 'buzz kill'.

-As a compromise, Ray hosts a 'pizza party' which Willie is pretty sure is not comparable. He wants to pout, but then Ray mentions you can put pineapple on pizza and he's distracted.

-He talks to Alex about it all, because Alex is better at feelings and thinking. Reggie says he's better at Overthinking but Willie is pretty sure he's just jealous Alex can think of all the bad outcomes of their plans before they do them. (It doesn't stop them, but sometimes Alex does get to say 'I told you so', which is funny.)

-Alex tries to explain that things are different in the human world, that romantic and sexual relationships are between two people, usually. Alex is very cagey about answering Willie's question about whether or not he misses the other two boys, but finally Willie drags it out of him that yes, he does. But he also wants to be normal, and being with four people isn't normal, and he loves Willie and what they have.

-In response Willie pushes him through a wall, just to remind him they're Not Normal, and says they should kiss Reggie and Luke at the pizza party.

-Alex splutters and says they should ask first. He is also very insistent that there will be Nothing More Than Kissing at the pizza party, and Willie pouts. Ray already had that talk with him, thanks. Humans were so weird, they invented the most amazing ways to have fun (skateboards! Tellyvisions! Dubstep!) but were so boring in other areas.

-The pizza party was a success. He and Luke were Very Excited about the Pineapple Pizza. Reggie looked in heaven. Even Alex seemed to forget he was nervous about tonight as he stuffed an entire slice of pizza into his face. Alex was so talented.

-So around the last slice he asks Reggie if he can kiss him, and Reggie splutters and is confused, and Willie says he misses him, and Ray won't host any revelries and he wants to kiss him and Alex said he had to ask first.

-And Reggie looks at Luke and Julie and he looks conflicted and for a moment Willie is scared that Reggie doesn't actually miss them at all, he just wants Luke and Julie, and he's ready to teleport away and hide when Reggie says yes.

-The kiss is sweet and tastes vaguely of pizza. They have a very long talk and Reggie admits he'd missed them too but didn't want to intrude. He'd come to them last, he understood if Willie chose Alex, and Luke and Julie were clearly meant to be.

-Willie cuts him off and pulls him close and is like: you're ours and we're yours.

-Luke is looking very, very conflicted, and Julie looks like she's trying to understand, like when Willie tried to teach her a fae dance. He knows he should not anger their hosts, that's like the first thing he learned, but he can't help it and pouts over Reggie's shoulder: "Julie, you need to share."

-And Julie paused, and then nods. "Okay."

-And Luke is shocked, and Reggie and Alex seem shocked, but Willie is just pleased, and he leans over so he can kiss Luke as well, and finally the tight, sour feeling in his chest goes away and all is well.

-And if a few weeks later, Julie comes into the studio holding Reggie's hand and declaring Willie has to share, Willie is fine with that.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #oh man this fought me the entire way but I finally figured it out #alex is in that sweet spot of history where people were doing atrocious things to pineapples so he's not as impressed

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undead-merman · 1 year

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Your male lactation posting gave me ideas

Love interest with male cow PC good-natured but rather dull-minded and lazy due to their cow transformation they just want to lounge around and eat grass but they have to work to pay off Robin's debt and Robin and Sydney keep dragging them to class despite Cow PC mooing at them to stop and giving them pleading looks maybe trying to seduce them to make them stop (Robin and Syd barely manage to stay focused and get PC to class), always lounging around naked clothes just don't feel natural after spending so long naked with Remy, Robin is so flustered to find cow PC just lazing about in his room waiting for him giant cock hanging out using his console, and Alex barely manages to restrain himself from fucking PC when they catch them face down fat ass up eating grass moving in delight at how good it is.

PC’s large and muscular from physical work on Alex’s farm before getting kidnapped and turned into a cow and then running around on Remy’s farm has wonderfully grabbable pecs big meaty and full of milk their nips constantly leaking with milk maybe they put little bandaids on to make sure their clothes don't get dirty but they can't help but tweak at their nips because they feel so full of milk, and they look so cute and dopey without a care in the world the only thing on their mind is grass, and when they're gonna milk themselves their balls heavy with cream already groping themselves softly a light moo escaping their lips almost a moan

Robin found you in the park munching on the grass when he was looking for you just before school. He had made it a habit, and he was glad he did. Your bare ass and… humongous cock out in the open for anyone who was around to see. Thank goodness he was the only one around.

He ran up and threw his jacket over you gaping as he asked you what happened! But he quieted down when he saw the horns and tail, as well as the confused face. He hated the look in your eyes. Like he was some kind of stranger. It made him ill just thinking about it. He had to downright herd you back home and you refused to stay in your old room. He had to keep you in his own. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. The fact that you wouldn’t stay put in your own room, that you would only sit just to sniff robin’s clothes.

Weeks passed and you didn’t talk, he had to teach you again. And because of that, he couldn’t have you go to school. He would run to school and run back to make sure you weren’t getting into trouble. Luckily you didn’t do much besides eating grass and sleep, though he was thrilled you were getting back into video games. When you sniffed the controller and picked it up and started playing it, he nearly cried.

Today was the same, running back and throwing open his door to see you with your cock out and playing. Robin was sure he was used to it, but he couldn’t help but flushed and nearly drool over those pecs and the pretty color of your cock. The head is so… delicious looking. But he tries to shake those thoughts out of his head. You were sick! He couldn’t think like this! He couldn’t think about holding those horns and slowly pushing his cock between those manly lips or huge pecs.

But it was too late. He was already hard in his school trousers. He wanted to slip out, but you already perked up with that adorable smile. Calling him his name with that deep voice that could send shivers down his spine.

He tried to convince you to try going out today, he got a new sweater for you to wear. A big one so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear. But you mooed in protest. His heart sank, he was hoping today was the day, and money was getting tight. You told him about a secret fund you had hidden away that had been enough to pay for a month, but that’s it. There’s no more money in that spot and he hasn’t scrapped up enough to pay. He didn’t want to lose you again!! So he tried pulling you up from the pile of clothes but with your strength, you were easily able to crawl back down and let out another pathetic moo.

Still trying, you noticed a tent in his pants. so, knowing from your days on the farm that if you just let them use you they’d leave you alone. So your long flat tongue licked over his crotch and his whole body jolted and shivered. His hands caught your horns so he didn’t fall. His knees buckled and he couldn’t even fight back as you did it over and over again. Your teeth find his zipper and pull his virgin cock out. Something like memories drifted through your head of grinding your cock against his freckled dick but you shook them off. You pushed him down and he was frozen as you ground your massive cock against his, dwarfing it.

Each slow thrust of your hips got you hard and Robin squirming. Precum leaked out of his tip more and more making it easier to glide your cock against his. And he’s bucking into you, it is hesitant at first but he starts getting into a rhythm. You smiled happily, knowing it worked, and pulled away to lay back down on the pile of clothes with outstretched hands inviting him back in.

Robin, of course, couldn’t say no. He rolled on top of you and ground into your big body. His face was steaming hot and his dick was rutting into you and even getting you into a heated pace. Your balls felt so full lately and your hand just wasn’t doing it anymore. Not to mention your nipples leaking with each thrust. In a lust-drunk gaze, Robin looked at those pretty numbs and squeezed your chest making milk squeeze out. A long moan fell out of your mouth as he massaged your chest and firm muscle.

You couldn’t help but writhe, those small and scrawny fingers pinching your engorged buds and squeezing out the milk that flowed down your chest as if they were towels soaked with water. He was astonished at how much came out. But you smiled proudly and your tail flopped on the pile, you were the best bull after all. You bucked up into his hips and that only snapped him back to the reality that his cock was grinding on your fat rod.

It took a bit longer than you'd like, the machines at the farm were so efficient. It felt like Robin was edging you and it wasn't fair! You need to cum. Empty yourself of milk. Robin watched as your tail slapped the ground in frustration. He was shocked when you grabbed his waist and fucked into him. He yelped and grabbed your chest harder causing much more to leak out due to the rough treatment.

Robin held on for dear life as you both frotted your dicks together. All he could focus on was the noises and pleasure he was trying to ride up and over to climax. And with a few sloppy thrusts, you both were able to.

He spilled himself in the deep v of your hips while you exploded on his stomach enough for it to hit his chin and drip off in excess. It was so much. Robin marveled at how you made enough of a mess to fill a whole jug of milk. It was all over him and all over the floor.

But the way you blissfully smiled and mooed at him made his heart clench, but not in a good way. Were you really beyond help? Had you truly forgotten what you had been in favor of being a cow?

He let out a defeated sigh. You were still his friend, he couldn’t just give up, even if it felt hopeless. He just hoped that Bailey wouldn't find you like this after he wasn't able to pay this week's rent.

He won't lose you again.

---

Sydney was awestruck when he saw you sitting naked eating the roses off a bush you had ripped out of the ground. It was you! You!

He was so caught up in the fact that he missed your face and presence that he didn't even notice your new ears and horns let alone your tail. And his excitement died on his tongue as he slowly realized what happened.

You hardly understood a word out of his mouth and while you still seemed to recognize him, it deeply traumatized him to see you as a shell of what you were as well as the brandings on your skin. He sobbed on your shoulder and he found it hopeful that you still tried to comfort him, pressing your nose under his chin and cupping it to look at him.

Sadly he couldn’t keep you at his home, so he had to rely on Robin. He was relieved when he decided to help try to take care of you. He would help bring food for you since you had a sudden distaste for anything besides grain and apples, and you had tried to eat the brown rotten grass there at the orphanage. Sydney would come in the morning before school to help feed you.

Sydney had to get you a new uniform since the last one didn’t even come close to fitting anymore, the buttons had all popped off embarrassingly around the chest and the trousers had ripped at the thighs and bottom. And even when they got you one that fit you still tried to tug it off. It was a full day's battle to get you to stay in it.

But it was worse when they tried to get you to school. You just lounged in the library. While Sydney would have normally loved this, it was rough seeing you like this. Sure you picked him up when he needed to grab a book, and you even were able to carry just as much as a book cart. But it just wasn’t you.

He had tried to get you to go to class but it was a disaster. River had tugged at your ears and horns and you head-butted them into the chalkboard. Winter got upset that you just cocked your head at them every time they asked you a question. Even his father was bewildered. It ended up in a lot of questions that deep down he knew if he answered honestly would get you taken away again. So he lied.

And now you were here. Sydney let out a sigh, a hopeless and crestfallen sigh as he pushed up the glasses you had bought him.

The sound of a soft moo drew his eyes over to where you were sitting behind him. Hand on your scratch palming your hard dick. Sydney panicked trying to pull your arm away and looking around the empty library. “Hey, come on please don’t do that.”

But you just keep going. Pulling out your own cock without a care in the world. Sydney’s gaze darts around just taking a second look just to make sure everyone has left for the day. Your cock is so flushed and it looks painful, not to mention when you tug up our shirt so are your nipples. You shamelessly start masturbating right in front of him and he slaps a hand to his eyes.

You're sick, he gets that, with these new features of yours, you’ve picked up the traits of a cattle as well… and he supposes that means you need to find relief. Robin told him about the lactation. How some of our shirts were covered in milk and just the lightest stimulation to them got you worked up. Did you need to be milked? He had read about dairy cows, but did it apply to this?

He didn’t even realize he was swallowing a hard lump in his throat as he watched your large hand pump your cock. It was so big… and it was leaking so much. You mooed in discomfort and he did his best to calm his itching hand, idle hands are the devil's workshop.

But he can’t stop himself and his hands brush against the tip, his fingertips smearing with pre cum. It’s so warm. His hands move deeper down your shaft and you move your hand away just like you were trained to do.

It was an awkward pace, you were used to the farm hands being much more efficient but happy that someone was finally helping, Sydney was just fascinated by it all and just wanted to see more. He started slowly rubbing, following the same patterns he enjoyed when touching himself, and he was happy to see you mooing happily.

His movement gets more confident and you are just happy to buck into his hand. And his mouth slowly presses against those pretty but irritated nipples. You mooed loudly and his mouth was filled with creamy milk as it was shot into his mouth. He had to cough it up and you bit your lip and watched him hack up a lung, even offering a comforting lick to his lips. But Sydney wasn’t shaken. He wiped his mouth with his wrist and went right back in. his soft hands stroking up and down and even playing with your wide head as he started to drink down your milk.

It was much creamer and distressingly more refreshing. It was dangerously addicting, all of this. So he continued drinking as much as he could, big mouthfuls as you bucked into his hand and he stroked you faster while looking at your pleasure-filled face. He loved the way your lip quivered and it wanted him to do more, mess you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

And when you came it burst over his hands and chin, even when he backed off you still spurted more and more, just strands of ‘cream’ landing on the both of you. Even your pecs were twitching and gushing out and making such a mess. By the time your powerful orgasm dies down and you are left a panting mess so drained you can’t even move your tail, something in Sydney's brain just shifts so naturally, like tectonic plates. He’d love to do more. Seeing the big and built you trembling under his hands, it's such a dangerous want.

---

When you came back to the farm during a rainy night and he came into the barn and found you sitting on some straw, he burst into tears. Alex thought he’d lost his partner forever. He was crushed to find out what happened to you and noticed very quickly you were just like the other cows on the farm. And every night he’d help milk you. It was difficult to handle you like livestock, but he was willing to stick by you no matter what.

Still, it seemed like you were taking to your old life again. He’d roll you out of bed despite your protests, you didn’t work, you didn’t eat. So you’d stand behind him and help when he asked and you'd get to work.

You had bulked up a lot, massive really to the point you were now bigger than him. And you easily did the heavy lifting around the farm. You could even pick up a squealing pig and wrangle an armful of chickens. Work got done so much faster and with much more ease and there were moments he was shocked to finish the work early and was laying down under his lucky tree. His eyes watch the setting sun when he catches you naked once again, but this time you are on your knees eating at the grass. He wanted to look away but something today stopped him. He always fancied you. But now getting to see that perfectly plumped rear with your hole right on display, not to mention that delicious set of heavy balls. They could outright fill his palms, each one as large as plump as juicy apples, maybe even oranges. His mouth is watering just thinking about it and soon enough he's hard, imagining sucking on them before sinking his cock right into that pretty little hole. It’s a bit puffy so he knows you’ve been fucked often, but he’s not sure if that was before or after Remy’s farm. But he doesn’t want to think about that now. He wants to think about fingering your hole and listening to you moo.

But today he was feeling lucky, brave even. So he stood up, moved over to where you were nibbling, and stroked your back. He loved when you leaned into his touches, but he slowly moved his hand down to your hips, cupping the meat of your tush. He just stood there just feeling your warmth between his fingers. But soon his fingers rubbed down your crack and against your hole, careful of your tail. He takes it slow, making sure to slip his finger right over your rim. Waiting for you to buck your hips into his rough finger.

He smiles when one quick jolt of your hips sends his finger inside your soft velvety ass. He rocks his finger inside in time with your hips, holding your tail to keep you steady. He finds your movement adorable and the more you go the harder he gets until he has four fingers inside you and his cock is straining painfully in his overalls. He grins at how desperate your hips move trying to get even more stuffed into you and he decides to treat you. Pulling down his work overalls and patting your hole with the head of his dick. Spitting down onto your hole and enjoying the squelch that his head makes against your hole.

With a solid yet slow thrust he’s buried deep into your insides and he loves how your tail squirms in his grasp. He takes a hurried pace, his hips snapping against your ass as he holds your tail out of the way. He fits so perfectly and you are so damn warm and snug he couldn’t go slow. His tight grip on your tail slowly stroked from the base to the tip and he loved how your guts tighten up.

He kept going, chasing his own pleasure as he toyed around your beefy body. Fingers down your spine. Yanking your hair, and even pulling your horns so he could reach deeper inside you to bully your prostate. When he finally came he made sure to yank you back so he fills you up completely. And how much had you cum? With how much you spilled it looks like a gallon on the ground. Twitch after twitch you empty your balls onto the ground and Alex can only think ‘what a waste’. Still, maybe if you wanted he could milk you too? Only if you wanted though… You seemed happy as a cow. Though he still missed the old you. You were fine the way you were.

#tw: mind break #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #robin dol #sydney the fallen #sydney dol #alex the farmhand #alex dol

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cianmarstoo · 14 days

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How do you think MerDer would react to Alex being bi and sneaking out to meet a guy or someone from the hospital catches him and MerDer find out (I know he doesn't experience any attraction due to being little but if he were Big or in another AU)

(sorry this took so long!)

I think Alex would be so sneaky about it and would start to set up lies for alibis (managing to pay Jackson in coffee or something to say they're going out together somewhere while also telling Jackson nothing about who he was going out with) and sneaks out at night, or claims to be working nightshifts (that one rarely though as he knows he'll be found out fast) While MerDer try not to be overbearing when he's big they do worry a lot about him, and Alex is often grounded anyway, and he does have a curfew for when he's not working as even when Big as a Little he needs more sleep than Neutrals or Caregivers

He ends up being seen by Bailey who is at the same bar with some friends, but Alex and the guy, who also works at the hospital, leaves before she can go over, after he leaves she does see that there were two empty beers on his table. Alex gets caught sneaking back in, he claims he just went for a run, and MerDer are already so tired from working that they ground him for being out past curfew and tell him that they're going to have a long conversation after work the next day

It's only when at work that they find out - with Bailey bumping into Derek (cause the two of them are friends lbr) and stopping the elevator like they do, and being like 'I'm not telling you how to parent, but I'm surprised you and Grey let Alex out on a date at a bar at night, especially without you guys around." She quickly realises by the look on Derek's face that he had no idea and is like "... ah... I'm guessing you definitely didn't know about the whole beer thing then?"

Derek literally goes storming off and reluctantly forces himself to see Mer instead of going straight to Alex and grounding him forever , because he knows (after several fights in the past) that parenting is them having to talk first.

Meredith hears about it and like Derek wants to find out who this guy is and kill him, but they need to find out who is first, they page Alex claiming its an emergency and he thinks it going to be a cool surgery.... nope, its them and they force him to go to Derek's office which is when he knows he's in trouble they force themselves to not yell or say anything until they get to the office, and when they do they demand the name of whoever it was he was on a date with

Alex internally spirals, Jimmy Evans was probably every type of phobic, and Alex didn't think that MerDer would be but he worries now.

MerDer on the other hand aren't even thinking about the sex or gender of whoever it was, they just care that Alex has been hiding it from them, sneaking around, and drinking when he definitely shouldn't.

Meredith is like "Alex I mean it, tell me his name now. I'm going to kick his ass."

"So am I!"

"Wait... what, his ass? It's not like he turned me bi, the fuck?"

thats when MerDer get confused and realise Alex is looking panicked.

"Yeah, you were drinking, Alex, and sneaking around, hiding things from us? He's clearly an asshole-"

"-he didn't make me drink!"

"Don't care, he should have made sure you didn't, you're not meant to, you're a Little, you know that, so why didn't he stop you?"

"... because he doesn't know my classification, we've only been on a few dates...?"

its then that they realise that they probably can't kill this guy, even if they feel protective of Alex.

They assure him that they know someone can't just turn him bi. That they're not homophobic or anything, and love him no matter what.

Then they get him to tell them absolutely everything, because they need to be able to trust him, so he does... and totally ends up grounded for a month...

They also find out about the guy, like who it is, how they met, what he knows about Alex or doesn't know.

They all leave to head back to work and MerDer privately admit to each other that they still want to kill the guy, and are like "Who doesn't ask about their classification in the first few dates?" then realise that they only promised not to kill him... they didn't promise not to threaten him....... so of course they do threaten him, because at the end of the day they know what they are, and that's protective parents

they also give Alex a very indepth sex talk, he points out that he's both a doctor and completed high school, they tell him they don't care, they know him, and they heard him and Jackson saying that they thought the morning after pill is 100% effective, and they're like 'nope, you're gonna be safe, whether you do or not, and you're getting regular checks'

'and someones going to be in the same place as you are on dates until we know him better, us, or one of your uncles'

Alex would never agree to them that it's nice getting to have essentially the teen experience which he never had, even if they're overprotective and embarrassing

(Alex when being made to listen to their safe sex talk - it doesn't work they still give him the lecture)

#big alex #agere fic #alex karev #little alex karev #caregiver meredith grey #caregiver derek shepherd #greys anatomy #headcanon #asks #ask #answered

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solibrie · 5 months

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sorry i'm being self indulgent gimme a sec . jatp as rapture (a bff discord server i'm in) quotes

julie: lord the white people you put on this planet are poisoning themselves luke: julie you're such a talented singer you can literally make me like any song reggie: yeah i didn't even know the mona lisa song was by brendon urine. yuri? alex: help. reggie: brenan. what's his name. panic at the disco

flynn: those words don't please my spirit willie: well your spirit can take a hike, pal

reggie: wait wait wait. everyone. i lost my pants. i could've sworn they were on my body julie: ??? reggie: where did my pants go luke: how high are you right now alex: you LOST them? reggie: SOBER. I'M ON DAY 4 NO WEED. THIS IS JUST #ME

willie: you have to experience the lows alex: i'm not already doing that ?

luke: [shakes a magic 8ball] should i lie to my bandmates? 8ball: without a doubt

julie: chris brown's been found murdered in a costco after alex did his little dancey dance

reggie: gonna ask if they're looking for a third but at this point the line's so long i'd be lucky to be a fifth

luke: in some alternate world, "stand tall" brought world peace

flynn: @/everyone if you had to think of an animal that screams socially progressive and fiscally conservative what animal would it be? reggie: girl wait flynn: HUH? reggie: my answer isn't girl

alex: the gang goes to ital y willie: ital luke: y reggie: ital julie: y alex: thanks guys reggie: new call and response just dropped julie: when i say ital you say y

reggie: i haven't seen the matrix either flynn: hand over the bi flag mr peters

willie: we should be able to put actors in gender studies classes against their wills

flynn: what if i gathered a bunch of twigs and sticks and made a giant bird's nest and then tied you to the nest a la looney tunes and then summoned a flock of ravens to peck at you until the mother bird imprints on you and sees you as a surrogate child and then raises you with them until its time for them to kicked out and then she throws you out of the nest but you can't fly because you're a human and so you fall and die julie: flynn you're insane flynn: HOW AM I INSANE

luke: you can't spell wednesday without "he" julie: yes you can? luke: wait fuck

reggie: who are you calling gay alex: yes

reggie: [shaking a magic 8ball] do you like my songs 8ball: very doubtful

willie: i think all straight people should be allowed to cheat in a gay way

luke: i'm giggling can you tell i'm swinging my feet in the air giggling alex: i can tell can you tell i'm exploding you?

reggie: a tank is just like the horse of cars

julie: i don't think i've ever met a clown that spoke? alex: luke speaks.

alex: they hate me for my sparkling water swag flynn: it's not swag.

julie: i think all of sunset curve should go to sleep. except for luke who should stay up and repent

#HONESTLY MIGHT GENUINELY PULL DIALOGUE FOR THEM IN 22C OUTTA THE SERVER #the i don't think i've ever met a clown that spoke / luke speaks one #is REALLY good #hummingbird chirps #jatp #rapture #jatp as rapture series

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hello! I saw you made a post on the analysis of the ultracheese and honestly it was such an intriguing read! I read that that you believed golden trunks was an even more meaningful song when related to miles and alex and I would really really rEALLY love to hear what you have to say about golden trunks because honestly its one of my favorite songs

hello and thank you!!! always happy to hear people enjoy my song theories ❤️

golden trunks is one of my favourites too and i was d y i n g to analyse it. it's just such a unique song sound and lyric-wise, definitely in my top three in tbhc.

(as always, disclaimer: this is just a fan theory and everything i'm gonna say is 100% subjective. i'm not claiming it's the Real Meaning TM of the song bc 1) songs can have multiple meanings depending on the lens that is used to analyse them and 2) we'll never actually know what alex meant by writing it. we only know it's the closest thing to a love song in the album, featuring a conversation between him and someone he's falling for. nothing else is set in stone.)

but let's get to the actual analysis, shall we?

to me, this song is about miles. 100% about miles. the person he's talking to, and the person he's falling (or has already fallen) for is miles. there are theories going around on the internet saying it's about taylor or even louise, which are both??? kinda senseless theories??? first let's talk about taylor: why would he create that same sense of secrecy (that is present in songs such as the ultracheese) in this one, if it were a song about his (at the time) girlfriend? why would he add that 'we're friends but i'm falling for you' vibe (that we can find in diwk too) in a song about his current partner? why would he admit to fantasising about that person (keyword: admit, like it took him some time to come to terms with it) in a song about his so of literal years? tbh it doesn't make any sense to me.

and then louise... a bit more plausible since it would at least explain the secrecy if he was cheating, but then again, still doesn't really make sense. what's with the wrestling references. i don't think she's a wrestling fan, and if she is, she's never publicly shown she is. not that she needs to, ofc, but... you know. this theory usually comes from twitter fans who can't even bear the idea of it being about miles, because god forbid someone ever mentions the idea of alex and miles being a thing!!!! so really considering the source of this "theory" is twitter i wouldn't give it much more thought lmao

so now onto the lyrics...

"last night when my psyche's / subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice / you slowly dropped your eyelids / when true love takes a grip, it leaves you without a choice"

this is such an interesting and powerful opening verse to a song. it's so cryptic, and at the same time so blunt. he admits to being a victim of night-time overthinking, that moment when you keep tossing and turning in bed and sleep just won't come to you, dooming you to unwanted thoughts, realisations and fears coming together to haunt you through the night. he's scared of those voices in his head, whispering all those truths to him that he doesn't even want to consider; his mind is being flooded by snaps of the person he's maybe trying not to think too much about, but at the same time he knows it's a losing game: there's no choice to be made, no power held over the images that keep shooting through his mind. he also seems to realise something about the person in question: the possibility of them being his "true love" (or, similarly, him being this person's "true love", hence them admitting to fantasising about him). once again, this is extremely important because he rarely ever refers to love so directly in his songs, and i don't think it's a coincidence he does it here as well as in the ultracheese. having no choice could also refer to him finally coming to the realisation that - despite the fact that he's still so scared of the whole situation - he can't run away anymore. there's no choice, he has to acknowledge the facts because they're all there, hiding in plain sight. there's no way he can escape the truth, and that terrifies him. but he does acknowledge it, as he sings:

"and in response to what you whispered in my ear / i must admit, sometimes i fantasise about you too"

i can just so easily imagine him and miles sitting entirely too close to each other in some booth at a bar, the unspoken boundaries of friendship getting blurred as too much alcohol gets in the way, and miles leaning closer and closer to him just to whisper in his ear that he sometimes fantasises about him in ways friends shouldn't. or as they rehearse their songs right before/during the eycte tour, which always reminds me of this quote:

MK: I remember, one time Alex came up to me and said "I want to see how you spit, while singing "sick puppy" in Bad Habits. I called him a madman afterwards.

AT: Yeah...

MK: But he was right. No one else would say something like that to me, It was beautiful.

AT: You see, Kasia, I just tell Miles about my fantasies, and he tries to fulfill them, even when they are very kinky, like in that case.

(full interview here)

or even during concerts, since we all know how much they loved whispering god-knows-what to each other during song breaks, then proceeding to giggle and flirt with each other like they weren't being watched by an entire crowd sksldklsh. they seemed to be self-aware of this, as they also used to take the piss and play with interviewers when asked about it:

Interviewer: What sort of things do you say to eachother on stage?

Alex: Dark, twisted and very private things.

Miles: You'd think we were freaks if you knew some of the things we talk about on stage. We talk about weird things that don't really make sense to anyone else.

(i think this is from nme, i haven't been able to find the original interview but you can read something more here)

however, imo alex admitting to fantasising about the other person in this song makes his confession so heartbreaking. a while ago me and @jewellersstunts were talking about the fact that it's just so easy to imagine miles whispering something like that to him, maybe during a concert, and him being taken by surprise + generally bad at expressing his emotions through spoken words + him being insecure about their situationship and his identity and just... not saying anything in reply. maybe brushing it off as a joke, when in reality they both knew it wasn't. now, following the fandom theory of them still being friends but having some kind of falling out after the eycte era due to the unclear nature of their relationship - miles getting serious and alex chickening out -, let's fast forward to a couple of years after the tour. when things aren't the same anymore and alex is there, all alone by himself, dwelling on the past, on what once was and what could have been... and him finally finding the courage to give miles a reply through the veil of song, because that's the only way he could ever really be able to express his emotions in some kind of neat fashion (+ i think a similar development was also featured in one of WeirdChick333's fics which as we all know are the canon milex bible so there's that)

i also can't help but think of miles' own album when i think of this song. whereas golden trunks is filled with regret and it's like saying "i didn't give you a reply when you said it, but i'm saying it now. it probably doesn't change anything though, and i'll have to live with that for the rest of my life", coup de grace as an album (and may i say, ESPECIALLY wrong side of life which is my absolute favourite miles song ever) is like saying "yeah you didn't say anything then. you broke my heart and and you keep breaking it every single day, we fought so much and nothing is the same anymore, but i don't care because i want you and you want me, so can we please, please try again?". i think that's really telling of their personalities. tbhc as a whole has a very pessimistic vibe, even though it rarely ever addresses private matters that directly (with golden trunks and the ultracheese being the most direct songs, but still being incredibly cryptic and mysterious). cdg is sad and angry and heartbroken about a nasty breakup, but in general i'd say it still holds some kind of hope for that relationship to be salvageable.

but i'm digressing. let's keep going:

"the leader of the free world / reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks / he's got himself a theme tune / they play it for him as he makes his way to the ring"

the reference to wrestling (and possibly to something that actually happened) could be a way for alex to make it clear, even to miles himself, that this song is about him. if it were indeed something that actually happened (them watching a wrestling match or the news, and miles pointing out trump's similarity with that wrestler), then when miles listened to the song - if he still had any doubts - it'd be irrevocably clear to him that alex was talking to him. it'd be some kind of secret code, an inside joke between them turned into a way for alex to make sure miles knew. (also lmao at the twitter fans going to great lengths to prove this verse is about taylor or louise when they've never expressed any interest in wrestling while miles has been a big fan for ages. @ amtwitter bffr)

now, i don't remember if he's referring to an actual wrestler that wore golden trunks as part of his costume and that reminded miles of trump, but the mention of wrestlers in general also reminds me of a very interesting addition by @reconciledviolence729 to my ultracheese analysis. she said:

"For some reason I got fixated on the line: “And dress like a fictional character / From a place they called America / In the golden age.” I can’t help but think how Miles dressed as Ric Flair, who was a significant persona during the “golden era” of American professional wrestling (which is often considered at least somewhat faked aka fictional)."

going back to golden trunks, this verse also introduces some kind of indirect commentary on politics, which is present in other songs from the album and which continues in the next lines:

"in the daytime / bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies / summat else to publicise / i'm sure you've heard about enough"

(quick aside: "bendable figures" could also be interpreted as a very suggestive image. not gonna elaborate any further on that)

in this reddit theory it is suggested that this mirrors the "breaking news, they take the truth and make it and fluid" verse from american sports, and i think that's a very interesting parallel. however, this part also introduces a contrast to the opening line (last night / in the daytime) which hits us with a sinister dilemma. we like to think that the (often pessimistic) conclusions about our life that we come to at night aren't to be trusted. nighttime does that, it tends to fuck with our rationality by making everything seem scarier, more threatening and disheartening than it usually is. our minds tend to lie to us at night. but here he says that the "fresh new pack of lies" comes during daytime. so what's more trustworthy, night or day? the scary, truthful voices of night or the blatant lies of day? he doesn't give any clear answer to this question. he just leaves us with the doubt, instead bringing the song to a close with newly-found courage:

"so in response to what you whispered in my ear / i'll be upfront, sometimes i fantasise about you too"

the difference with the previous "i fantasise about you too" line is obviously the use of "i'll be upfront" instead of "i must admit" - which is such a slight change, but it's still so important. the use of 'must' and 'admit' imply a certain degree of forceful admission. he finds he can't hide it anymore, and has to at least take notice of it in some way. he doesn't necessarily want to admit it, because he wishes he could still keep that confession to himself. on the other hand, saying "i'll be upfront" is so powerful on his part. he not only acknowledges the feeling, but he takes a big breath and finally comes forward, announcing it without any second thoughts. he finally finds the right way to actually reply, even if it took him so long to do it. and yes, maybe it won't change anything, but this song is a way for him to send out a message, and the fact that he managed to write it and include it in the album (despite never being able to play it live - which makes it even more sus) is a testament to how much of his heart he put into it, how much deep emotion and reflection and courage it took him to be able to compose it and sing it. and that's exactly what makes it so incredibly special.

#i love this song so much you don't understand #the fact that they never debuted it is possibly one of the sussiest things alex ever did but you know what? i get why he refused to do it #it was too personal my guy would've probably cried on stage if he did play it #perfect sense is definitely its equivalent in the car. there's no way they're gonna play it anytime soon #(watch them play it at the next show now that i said this)#(no but please play it. play perfect sense AND golden trunks. i would straight up cry throw up and die but at least i'd die happy)#also sorry at this point you know how long my posts get lmao #thanks for asking for this analysis tho it was a pleasure to write it 💖#milex #my theories

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