To be completely honest, you have no idea how you’ve even made it this far. The moment you’d got Aleks inside the sex shop and he’d come face to face with a wall of brightly coloured dildos in all manner of shapes and sizes, the flash of terror and uncertainty in his eyes had been so clear that any idiot could have seen it. Immediately, you’d jumped in to tell him that he didn’t need to do any of this and that you could both leave right then if that’s what he wanted.
But it wasn’t what he wanted.
He’d squeezed your hand and focused on his breathing, just like you’d taught him, grounding himself before he spiralled down. When he’d opened his eyes again, they were resolute, a determined light in those pools of mahogany, and you swore you’d fallen in love with him all over again.
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So, @poeticatbest asked me to write a pegging fic for her birthday, and how could I possibly refuse??
The Song That Inspired: Shameless by Camila Cabello
Hey hey hey, could you write something about Aleksandr's reaction to his significant other using a fidget spiner or fidget cube un ironically for like anxiety or something?
Heck yeah! I used to use one unironically so this will be interesting!
Reader’s POV
The swish of the fidget spinner echos in the halls of Aleks’ apartment. You played with it day and night. Sometimes, you never really had something to be anxious about. But, other times, there was a tremendous reason for fidgeting. Tonight was no different than most nights.
Not much was happening tonight or even tomorrow. You were just mindlessly spinning it now, reading your book. You heard Aleks patter into the room, followed by the loud tapping of Mishka’s claws on the hardwood. He plops onto the couch next to you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you.
“Are you okay, babe?” he asks, his caramel brown eyes meeting yours. You slap the book closed and place it on the table.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” you reply, raising your eyebrows.
“I just heard you fidgeting again. I wanted to check on you.” he offered, kissing you on the cheek.
“I’m sorry for bothering you, honey. I’ll stop.” you trail off, putting the spinner down on the coffee table. You blush and look away from him, letting your hair fall in your face. You didn’t know he heard it, let alone bothered him.
You both sat silent for awhile. He reached his arm around you, pulling your face towards his. “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you. I really don’t mind.” he added, comforting you. You curl closer to him and he kisses your hair gently.
“Really?” you ask, embarrassed. “I thought it would annoy you and you were asking me to stop and never pick it up again.” He stifles a small giggle.
“Y/N, I would never be mad for something you can’t control.” he smiles. He kisses you again, this time, enveloping you in a flirty make out session.
Before long, Mishka jumps on Aleks’ back, causing him to jump off of you and the couch. She just smiles and wags her tail like it’s her play time. Aleks grabs a ball tucked into the couch and tosses it, distracting her. “Hey,” he says, standing and walking towards the bedroom. He rummages around before returning to the couch , hiding something behind his back.
Aleks hands you a small box covered in pale blue wrapping paper. “I wanted to wait for your birthday, but I think you’d want this now.” he states. You carefully unwrap it to reveal a white cardboard box. Removing the lid and unfolding the tissue paper, you spot a [your favorite color] fidget cube. A huge smile spreads across your lips.
“Aleks!” you yell, pleasantly surprised. You jump up and wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, kissing his cheek repeatedly.
“I figured you would want some variety.” he says.
“I love it so much, Aleks. Thank you.” you add.
“Plus, you’re so pretty when you’re happy.” he smiles. You blush, a small smirk gracing your lips. “мой прекрасный ребенок.” he mutters under his breath. You loved when he muttered small phrases or called you a pet name in Russian.
I assume you meant an X reader and sorry if u didn’t akskueje
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“I’m not jealous.”
You cocked your head as he spoke, raising an eyebrow.
“Really? You aren’t?”
“No!”
“Good! Then everything’s settled. See you in a week!”
You smile at Aleks and stand, turning on your heel to leave. A sigh escapes your lips as he reaches out and grabs your wrist, causing you to turn around again.
“If you aren’t jealous, then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
You look pointedly at him and jerk your arm away, crossing them instead. He mimics you and leans back, looking conflicted.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous. But you’d be jealous too if I was staying in a hotel room with a girl for a week!”
“No, I wouldn’t, because I trust you not to be an asshole.”
You are unable to help the bitterness that had crept into your tone. His dark eyes met yours and softened at your gaze, his hands reaching out once more. This time they were gentle as he envelopes your hands in his, thumb rubbing circles on your palm.
“I know. I’m sorry. I do trust you, I really do. But that guy has a history of being an huge dick. Jealous was the wrong word. I’m just worried, I guess.”
Your frown falters and you shake your head. You lean down and brush your lips against his, untangling your hands so you can cup his cheeks. As you pull back ever so slightly a smile dances across your lips.
“It’s okay. I understand. But I can take care of myself, yeah?”
“Yeah. Plus, those nails of yours really leave a mark.”
You laugh at his cocky grin and kiss him once more, biting at his lip before you pull away.
I saw that your requests are open and I couldn’t pass this up. Do you think you could possibly do something with either Aleks from Cow Chop or Trevor from AH (because they’re both my favorites and I can’t decide) where he meets the reader at a bar/club on her 21st birthday and she accidentally spills her drink on him. But they totally hit it off and it’s just super fluffy (possibly smutty) and cute. If not, totally okay. Keep up the amazing work! 😊
It was the night of your 21st birthday, and your friends lovingly took you out to a club for the first time.. well your legal first time. They were so excited and happy to celebrate your birthday that they constantly kept fuelling you with alcohol. Before you knew it, you couldn’t stand up without wobbling side to side.
At this moment, of your friends grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you down onto the leather stool that wasn’t exactly the comfiest of things. They ordered you a water, and made sure you were okay before going off and joining your other friends on the dance floor. You couldn’t stop smiling or giggling, you felt happy.
You rested your arm on the bar as a lanky gay with white skin, adorned with colourful tattoos and bleached blond hair, sat on the seat next to you. The second his mouth opened, you felt yourself melt. He turned to you and smiled, “So, you alone or --”
Without realising it, you pushed the glass of water over, and unfortunately spilt the substance onto his jeans. “I’m so sorry” you blubbered, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You were too bubbly and too happy at this point in time.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m aleks by the way,” He introduces himself, padding the wet spot with tissues that the barmaid graciously handed to him. “I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you!”
Aleks got you another glass of water, and you two chattered and got to know each other, you decided he wasn’t such a bad guy. “So what’s the special occasion?” He looked you up and down, you almost forgot you were wearing a black dress that barely fit you that you dubbed your “party dress”.
“It’s my 21st,” You respond.
“Oh Happy Birthday then!” Aleks raised his glass with a smile and looked around. “So uh, you wanna get out of here?”
You looked over to your group of friends, who were as messy as ever but gave you thumbs up, nods and every piece of verbal approval possible. “Sure,” Aleks holds out his hand for you, you take a firm grip of his hand and let him lead you out of the bar.
hi can u do a cow chop matchup djdjcj i think these r so cheesy n cute but um im 5’2”! i have wavy shoulder length black hair! im mixed (black n white) n a lil on the thicker side! (rlly just big thighs n chest dhdjd) i dress... ig goth ? i wear black 24/7 shxjxj n i wear glasses! and my fav things r 90s anime, mcr and thrift shopping!! i also Love shitposting oh and im a journalism student :3 thank u!!
♡ these are so cheesy and I really love doing them! ♡ Buy me a coffee?
I match you with Aleks! He really digs your style and (although he won’t admit it) thinks it’s cute when you watch old anime. He’s a huge dork and loves to try on your glasses or make fun of how dorky you look but he actually thinks they’re kinda hot ;3c You’d totally take him thrift shopping with you but he’d only pick out the most ridiculous stuff to show you because he loves to make you laugh and that’s why he also loves how much of a shitposter you are! In general, he’s really comfortable with you and appreciates how he can be himself with you ♡
Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader
Word Count: 496
Warnings: n/a
Notes: this is just a small and dumb, kinda cute one idk
Aleks was always instigating something or annoying someone, anyone, everyone. He loved to push people's chairs while they were working or shut off their monitors or shoot them with the nerf guns or wave lighters around their water bottles.
That's why when Aleks stopped annoying you, people noticed immediately.
"Yo, Aleks, why don't you fuck with your girlfriends monitor?" Brett called at Aleks as he ran out of Brett's office.
"She's not my girlfriend!" Aleks called back. The most you and Aleks did was harmlessly flirt, but Aleks was cute and funny and you couldn't help but blush at Brett's comment.
"Whatever you say!"
"Not whatever he says, he never screws around with (y/n) anymore!" Trevor said.
"Maybe because he's screwing around with (y/n) instead," James wiggled his eyebrows at Aleks. Aleks' face turned bright red.
"He is!" James stood up and pointed at Aleks. You rolled your eyes, laughing. You knew it wasn't true. You stayed quiet, just wanting to watch this play out.
"That's not true!" Aleks defended himself.
"Then he wishes he was!" Asher said from his chair.
You giggled at this as Aleks got even redder. "Just because I don't pick on her doesn't mean I want to sleep with her!"
"So you admit it! You don't pick on her anymore!" Trevor pointed at Aleks.
"That's not- I didn't-"
"So you don't want to sleep with her?" Joe asked from across the room.
You were blushing like crazy at this point. Just the thought of Aleks thinking of you like that made you blush and laugh at the same time.
"Brett! They're picking on me!" Aleks whined.
"They're not picking on you, they're stating the obvious! Just ask her out already!"
"You know what!" Aleks marches over to you. You tried to keep quiet and to yourself. You had your earphones on, though they were muted. You tried to not look at Aleks as he walked over to your desk.
Aleks took your headphones off. "Everyone thinks they're so funny, they're so clever! Jokes on you guys, I think (y/n) is super funny and pretty and I've been wanting to do this for awhile." Aleks leans down and kisses you. You can't see anyone's face but you can only imagine them, wide eyes and mouths open.
Aleks grabs the sides of your face and presses his lips against yours harder. When he pulls away, you can't help but laugh and smile. "(y/n), wanna go get a drink?"
"When?" you ask, still smiling.
"Right now."
"I'm, uh, I'm working."
"Not anymore, lets go," Aleks grabs your hand and pulls you out of your chair.
"Bye guys! See you tomorrow!" you call out to your coworkers who you can now see are in awe still.
Aleks sticks a middle finger in the air as he walks out with you, holding your hand with his other hand.
(A/N: I am back from the dead!! By dead I mean school. So this is a very late secret santa gift for @einhd !! Sorry it took so long! I had the flu for a week and I haven’t been on tumblr much. Hope you like this long ass fic because I can’t write anything short.)
Today’s the day. The big ol’ day. The day I’ve been waiting for the whole summer and it’s finally here.
I feel like I’m going to vomit.
The night before I packed my backpack and made a lunch so I didn’t have to worry about getting anything ready today, because of course I’d pick out a CowChop shirt for my first day interning if I was rushing. And I don’t want to be that person.
So, I packed the usual phone chargers and lunch that I probably won’t eat since I’ll be too nervous. I also packed some extra clothes because I have no idea what’s going to happen when I get there, and a notebook in case I wanted to seem like an overachiever and take notes. I have no idea what I’m supposed to bring but I’ll bring everything just in case. I’m ready for the disaster that is CowChop and myself.
“You excited, Y/N?” My roommate asks, walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Hm?” I shove a granola bar in my mouth as I google directions to the warehouse.
“For your internship, your first day dude”
“Oh” my roommate notices my nervousness and comes over to pat my back.
“You’ll do great man, I know you’ve been looking forward to this forever” I nod, “maybe you could show them the fanfic you’ve wr-“
“TAYLOR!” I throw on my backpack and spin around, “I’ll die before they find out about that”
She giggles and throws me my jackets that was on the bed.
“Y/N you have 30 minutes to get to the warehouse”
I check my phone and begin to panic as 9:30AM lights up on the screen.
“Have fun! Don’t worry too much!” Taylor yells as I run out the room.
“If I timed this right I would be 5 minutes early not 2” I mumble to myself, “maybe I’ll skip breakfast to save time”
It’s almost 10am, the time Brett told me to show up. If I hadn’t run I would’ve missed the bus and would’ve been late. I can’t be late on my first day, I’d have to quit immediately and never return.
After walking a few minutes from the bus stop I arrive at the feeble gate protecting the Cow Chop warehouse. Through the gaps I can see the familiar parking lot, filled with cars and set pieces that were destroyed; I wonder if I should’ve brought some bandaids.
“Y/N?” To my left I hear a crackle and see a small intercom.
“Y/N? Is that you?” I walk over and look into the tiny camera, awkwardly.
“Y-yeah! It’s Y/N, the new intern!” I stutter, trying my best to sound enthusiastic.
“Welcome to hell, kiddo”
The gate jolts open and I slowly walk inside, excited but terrified at the same time. Brett stands in the doorway, looking more muscular than in the videos but also less scary.
“Nice to meet you Y/N” He shakes my shaky hand with more force than I was expecting, “Thanks for being on time, fucking no one else takes this job seriously enough”.
I chuckle, unsure of what to say.
“Well we might as well get started” Brett holds the door as I walk inside, “I guess I can give you a tour and then we’ll talk about the other crap like rules and what not. Basically, point the camera at someone when they’re speaking and don’t burn the place down”
For the next 20 minutes or so, Brett gives me a tour of the warehouse; only 5 minutes involved showing me the office and the rest of the tour was sidetracked by Lindsey who wanted to meet me and wouldn’t stop talking.
“Here’s your desk” Brett walks over to one of the many plain black desks, “if you need anything, don’t ask me, I don’t edit shit”
He laughs to himself, “no, but really, ask Lindsey or Anna, they’re the most helpful here, obviously’
I set my stuff down and take a seat, getting ready for whatever they throw at me.
“Someone will come over and teach you about editing stuff, maybe Asher. I don’t know. Anyways, welcome again, you’ll do fine.”
As Brett walks away I glance around the office and see a handful of the Cow Chop crew: Anna, Lindsey, and James; I wasn’t surprised that Asher and Aleks were late. I spend the next hour watching the other trickle in and introduce themselves, although I already know who each of them are. Anna teaches me the Cow Chop style of editing and shares her expertise on what works for each video. Asher gives me some tips too but mainly jokes around, which helps alleviate some of my stress and take my mind off of my anxiety.
“Well look who finally decided to show up”
I look up from my desk and see Brett berating a tired Aleks.
“Maybe if you didn’t stream till 5am you’d show up on time and we could make videos for our fucking channel!” Aleks shrugs him off and goes to sit at his desk, but stops when he sees me.
“Who’s this?” Aleks looks at me confused, “Brett who’s this?”
“It’s Y/N, the new intern” Brett yells back, “Don’t you ever fucking pay attention?”
“I have ADHD Brett, don’t bully me”
Brett huffs and slams his office door behind him; I definitely won’t be asking him any questions anytime soon.
Aleks walks over to me and put his hand on my desk.
“So you’re the new intern,” he smirks, “I’m Aleks, but I assume you’re a fan because who would actually want to work here”
I smile back, feeling like I look like an idiot.
“If you need anything just let me know. I sit over there” He points to a desk a little in front of me, “I can’t really help with editing or anything but whatever”
Before he walks to his desk he squeezes me shoulder. I don’t know if that’s a softball coach squeeze or a guy having a crush on me squeeze. I try not to think about Aleks in a softball uniform and get to editing my first video.
I finally have time to eat my lunch after filming some content and editing the one video I was given. I still feel like a nervous wreck but now a more competent wreck. As I go through the video, cutting clips and adding effects, I eat my sad sandwich, which was a bit soggy because I made it the night before. Nevertheless, I continued eating it because I was too afraid to order anything to the warehouse; maybe in a few weeks I’ll have that confidence, or maybe never and I’ll just suffer.
“Y/N, what the fuck are you eating?”
I look up to see Aleks standing by his desk, a microwavable meal in one hand.
“Uh, it’s just a sandwich”
“That looks pretty shit,” Aleks says as I chuckle, “Do you want me to order you anything?”
“What? N-No, I’m fine, really”
“Well can I at least sit next to you while you edit so you don’t look so sad”
I look around to see if anyone else was here, but I guess everyone went out to lunch; I don’t know if I should be happy or nervous, maybe both.
“Yeah, sure”
Aleks pulls up a chair next to me and begins eating what seems to be leftover Chinese food.
“Oh I remember this” he says with his mouth full, “I was really bad at this game”
“Yeah” I giggle, “I can’t really see a way to edit it to make you look better”
“That’s my aesthetic though, terrible at games that aren’t FPSs”
I don’t say anything even though I know he’s lying; I’ve watched enough of his videos to know he’s not very good at any game.
As we eat we go through the video; I mark down parts to edit as Aleks suggests them. But after awhile we get distracted from the video and just…talk. It’s nice. For the first time in awhile I’m happy having a conversation with someone and I’m actually interested. I don’t know if it’s our mutual dislike of LA or that Aleks has pretty blonde hair and brown eyes that sparkle when he grins, but it’s nice.
“Y/N wait”
I stop laughing and freeze, worried I did something wrong, but Aleks leans over and brushes a strand of hair out of my face.
“Oh, thanks” I blush.
“No it’s, I-” Aleks stutters, “It was distracting. It’s just my ADHD, ya know.”
We sit in silence for a couple seconds, unsure of what to do.
“I, uh, I got to go do some work and stuff” Aleks mutters.
“Yeah, I should keep working on this video” I turn back to the monitor as Aleks stands up.
“We should do this again sometime, Y/N” Aleks puts his hand on my shoulder, “Welcome to Cow Chop, happy you’re here.”
Aleks eyes look soft, like his bleach blonde hair and his tired face. There’s a warmth to him, something that’s inviting and calming. I feel safe.
★ If ya’ll go to an art museum, he’ll make up little stories for different pieces of art to make you laugh
★ He’ll kick your ass in CS:GO and won’t feel a bit of remorse for it
★ He’s the kinda bf that’s good for stealing sweaters and hoodies from
★ Y’all would probably have matchy bracelets or some shit like that
★ He would jokingly act macho at random times (i.e: There’s a thump downstairs that was obviously just the dog ruffing around, but he picks up a prop gun and goes into that weird stance, he tells you to keep behind him while he descends the staircase.)
★ He likes his hair played with and will lay his head in your lap while y’all watch movies
★ Sometimes he’ll write little songs for you, and sing them to you in his purposely terrible singing voice. At least the bass part sounds nice, and the lyrics are cute
