i sleep at the mansion, avery wakes me up to fuck, i sleep at the orphanage, robin wakes me up to fuck, i ride for twenty fucking minutes to sleep at the farm, alex wakes me up to fuck.
i felt like dropping some accent headcanons cause why not. human lis only at the moment
robin doesn’t sound like anything to me usually but i have this strange spontaneous urge to say they have a wrexham accent. do i think it fits? probably not. do i see them as welsh? not at all. am i saying it anyway? absolutely.
whitney is scouse to me for some reason. i don’t have anything against scousers, but there’s something about whitney that just says scouser to me.
kylar has a strange mixed accent that makes people ask where they’re from sometimes. their parents, in my hcs, arent white so that would contribute a little to their accent but they were also raised wealthy around people on danube street so they picked up received pronunciation. on top of that they grew up with a lot of anime and other similar things online so they even have a slight anime dub accent mixed in. people have asked if they’re american before because of it.
sydney feels very received pronunciation to me. maybe its stereotyping since they’re such a nerd but i don’t know if i can imagine anything else for them.
alex will forever have a west country accent to me. ive said this a lot to people, i think said people are sick of it, but because they’re a farmer i just think west country. i also think it’s really cute.
eden strangely enough is scottish to me. this isnt even established or anything i just imagined it on the spot and went “yep thats eden.”
avery speaks in practiced received pronunciation, like they literally trained themselves out of their original accent to sound better for business.
⏾ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: alex wakes up horny. thighfucking ensues.
hiiiii!! my other fic was getting too long so i decided to finish this. also i'm trying out some fun new formatting :3 anyways. i had a vision of this fic at 4 in the morning one night and got so horny i couldn’t sleep. please enjoy
m!alex x gn!reader. reader's genitals not mentioned. perv alex, somnophilia, very soft and sweet dubcon, thigh fucking/intercrural sex. 1342 words.
The rooster’s crow echoed across the silent fields of the farm, piercing through the clean spring air. Dew dotted the glass panes of Alex’s bedroom window. The sun rose over the hills, the warm light magnified by each water droplet. Alex rolled over and groaned, covering his eyes with his hands. It was May, still too early for the summer heat to set in, but late enough that the sun woke Alex earlier than he would have wanted.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his red hair, messy from tossing and turning in his sleep. He sighed, knowing you’d insist on brushing it later. “It’s no good to work with your hair in your eyes,” you’d say. He’d grumble back “that’s what hats are for,” but your fingers against his scalp would quickly silence him.
Speaking of you, Alex turned his head and cast his gaze over your sleeping form. You were turned away from him, the soft lines of your body swathed by the linen sheets. Tiny, rhythmic breaths left your nose. Alex could get lost in this image for ages—you, safe, asleep, at peace for once in your life. You were here, and he was proud of that. He couldn’t help but take a little bit of credit for getting you away from town. Of course, it had been your own will to live driving the whole process, but you had never made it a secret how thankful you were to him. And how could Alex resist that? If you believed that he saved you, he wouldn’t deny it. Saving you was the greatest thing he had ever done in his life.
You shifted in your sleep, and the sheets fell away from your shoulders. Alex’s eyes lingered on the marks he had left there last night, the broken blood vessels starting to bruise over. Alex smirked. His dad had always hounded him for having such an intense… appetite, shall we say, but you matched him well. In Alex’s opinion, there was no purer expression of your love for each other than those nights when you crawled into his bed, and he gently rolled you onto your back, and you smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss before he took you until he physically couldn’t anymore. It was glorious, it was passionate, it was loving. Alex couldn’t complain. You never left him unsatisfied.
At least, you didn’t try to.
That was an Alex-problem, though, not a you-problem. You would always meet whatever need he had—that is, given that he communicated it to you. How were you supposed to know that he started drooling whenever you bent over to clear the yard? How could you possibly see how hot his cheeks got when you gracefully dodged a flying hay bale or a sudden lurker attack, your dancer’s body weaving through the tall grass? How were you supposed to help him when he watched you stroll into the fields and climb onto the tractor, all the while he felt his cock getting harder and harder, wishing you were riding him instead?
Alex was becoming a bit of a pervert, he reckoned. He could hardly look at you without popping a boner these days. It was your own damn fault, too, for being so sexy. This morning was no exception. His eyes traced the outline of your shoulders, down to your chest, your belly, your hips, your thighs…
Your thighs. Alex’s eyes stopped there. He had never given them much consideration before, honestly, always too fixated on your ass. But there was something special about your thighs right now—naked, swathed in white sheets in the low morning light. He gently lifted the sheet to get a closer look, and had to suppress the groan that rose in his throat at the sight. Your ass looked perfect as always, but he was far more drawn to what was underneath it. The flesh of your thighs squished so prettily against the mattress. He reached out and ran a finger along your skin. You let out a small whimper, but otherwise didn’t stir at all. God, you were perfect.
A terrible thought struck Alex. His cock stirred under the covers. He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. He should wait until you woke up. That would be the right thing to do.
But then, you shifted, your thighs spreading slightly, almost like you were inviting him in, and whatever thin string of morality that was holding Alex back from giving into his worst impulses snapped. He frantically rolled over and rustled through his nightstand until he found a bottle of lube. He squirted a decent amount into his palm, then positioned himself behind you.
Alex reached between your thighs, trying not to groan at their warmth against his hands. He spread a generous amount of lube in the space between them. You shivered at the feel of the cold substance. Alex pressed a kiss to your shoulder to soothe you.
He then spread the leftover lube on his now fully erect cock. His hands felt nice, but he had a feeling that your thighs would feel nicer. Alex wiped his sticky hand on the sheets—you’d scold him for that later, no doubt—and gently separated your thighs, situating his cock between them.
Alex groaned. The warmth and softness of your thighs enveloping his cock was a sensation like nothing he had ever felt before. He took a moment to just savor it, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You were still fast asleep. Alex didn’t think he could love you more, but in that moment he felt his love for you multiply anyways.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful, honey,” he whispered. “And you’re all mine.”
Unable to wait any longer, Alex canted his hips forward, thrusting into the warm, wet tightness between your thighs. He groaned. It wasn’t quite like being inside you, but it wasn’t necessarily worse, either. His hand came down to your hip, pulling you closer to him.
Golden sunlight streamed in through the curtains. Alex’s hips hit your ass again and again, the lewd slapping sounds filling the room. He couldn’t restrain his moans. They flowed freely from his lips, muffled only by the skin of your shoulder.
You woke up. Your body stirred, each limb twitching as you tried to stretch but were inevitably stopped. Your eyes opened and you let out a soft whimper.
“Alex?” you mumbled sleepily. “What’re you doing?”
Alex pressed a kiss to your neck. “S’okay, baby,” he panted, not stopping his thrusts for even a second. “Go back to sleep.”
He ran his fingers through your hair. You hummed softly and nestled your head back into the pillow. Your eyes fluttered shut—but not before you grinded your hips back into him and squeezed your thighs together.
“Tease,” Alex muttered lovingly. He picked up the pace, rutting into you like an animal. “F-fuck. You did this to me, y’know. So fuckin’ sexy.”
His teeth sank into the flesh of your neck. He heard your breath hitch. Alex ran his tongue over the area, gently licking and nibbling your sensitive skin. Both of his hands returned to your hips, gripping so hard they were sure to bruise.
“Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” he grunted. A few quick thrusts later, and Alex’s cock erupted, spurting ropes of cum across your thighs. He kept rutting for a minute after as he came down from his high, panting into the crook of your neck.
Alex lifted his hands from your hips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, not quite ready to let you go yet. His hands stroked the soft flesh of your belly.
You dropped the act of pretending to sleep and spoke. “Whatever happened to ‘good morning?’”
Alex nuzzled into your neck. “G’morning, my love.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re aware that you’re going to be the one to clean this up.”
