>:3c who is ur fave writer? u gotta pick ONE (nah i'm kidding)
Okay wait. Wait. Are we talking fanfiction or are we talking fiction. Because I have a lot of both and that is such a long post so lemme just focus on the fiction aspect here.
Kate Griffin still owns my soul for her Matthew Swift series and her spin off series as well. I just. I love Urban Magic stories so fucking much? There’s something about technology and magic and how stories evolve and how magic evolves that just grabs me and doesn’t let go and Kate Griffin writes some fucking stunning prose okay.
Also if you haven’t read The Raven Cycle, go immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect, just delve into the rich world that Maggie Stiefvater has written and kind of die inside because it’s so good and I’ve reread the series so many times and I still get heart palpitations after finishing it. It’s gorgeous. It’s written so well. I love all the characters and I love all the relationships and I love the story and just. Yup. This is me. Dying. Again.
There’s also Brandon Sanderson and his Mistborn series (excellent worldbuilding, amazing characters, just stunning all around), the Grisha Triology by Leigh Bardugo (I fucked reading this one up because I started with 2 first like an idiot and was SO CONFUSED but then I figured it out and its so good okay), and I just started the Foxhole Court and I’m enjoying it.
Dearhearts - I have taken another stab at the Alex homecoming - this one more factual, I believe, [can fiction be factual? Ah the dichotomy of writing your imaginary yet living characters]. You may like this one better (I do, as the previous was too treacly for me). Please let me know, if you like, which one is your preference. Another short, short Alex fiction here follows:
Another priceless gem from CanadianBeaversLoveAskars (the shirt was blank - the hint of underwear caressing skin, priceless). Now, this is how the story goes:
Sure, it was just great sex at first: two loving women and a hot foreign guy. But the actor kept reappearing at semi-regular intervals, making the sweet southern belles look forward to his visits, exclaim (to each other and The Skarsgård) about their parttime lover and his highly anticipated abilities, and over the past two years of literal ins and outs in every way imaginable, develop a deep level of trusting friendship and affection with their fuck buddy/confidante/big beautiful blond boy. Alex had to admit all that was reciprocated. He was anticipating seeing his lovely ladies and filling all their empty spots. He laughed to himself as the car sped on through the seemingly endless drive from the Atlanta airport to Little Five Points. The sex was phenomenal, every time, and his cock was also in a state of firm anticipation. He texted MadCat as the car swerved off the Highland exit, “Be there in 10. Darlins, I’ve got this hardon…”
Kate and Maddie read the text together and let out a scream like they were teeny boppers watching Elvis inflame their loins and hugged each other. They had no secrets from each other, even where Their Alex was concerned. There was no jealousy, maybe because Alex loved them each differently but equally; they loved each other – and if pressed would admit to great affection for The Skarsgård, perhaps for different reasons. Alex seemed to fulfill every necessary need naturally and without much effort. They were none possessive of the others, yet they had willingly agreed to the necessary Condom Rule: if one has other lovers, one will use a condom always so that the three can fuck unfettered with each other. Kate and Maddie thought that would be an effort for The Skarsgård, while they were always safe anyway. He’d said he would comply completely for the pleasure of skin on skin (and that little thing that his Katycat did just for him). Their Swedish Sex on a Stick was about to walk through the goddamn door. They had butterflies. Oh god, he’s here!
Alex bounded through the door, dropped his travelling bag, and caught the flying MadCat, peppering him with greetings and kisses and tongue explorations. He held them tight so they could reach his face, their toes barely touching the floor, and tried to get in some kisses of his own without much success until Kate announced that she thought he still tasted good and planted her lips on his. Maddie had found a spot on his neck that was particularly sensitive to her lips and was feasting there when Kate whispered, “Oh fuck, we missed you,” and gave Alex’s lips to Maddie.
As Alex let them down so they could catch their breath, Maddie declared, “Well, sweetie, if you didn’t have a hardon, you do now. Shall we take care of that?” Alex just grinned, grabbed his bag and headed upstairs with four lustful eyes behind him, devouring his sweet ass.
They all knew how the “even better than I remembered it” sex would go – flawlessly and like this: there would be intense cuddling, kissing, tweaking, sucking to refamiliarize all the remembered caresses that elicited the grunts and squeaks of perfect pleasure and liberal lubrication; Maddie and Kate would deservedly worship Alex’s magnificent cock just like he liked it – but not too much (Maddie loved it and Alex would give her “her head” while he kissed Kate to the moon); then Alex would pull Maddie off his cock for the main events that never ceased to amaze and delight.
Alex fucked Maddie first. She was well on her way to orgasm from having her way with her favorite cooch cork candy. She remarked with a sultry moan that she loved his fucking cock as Alex began to thrust in earnest. Alex knew her favorite spot and rubbed it repeatedly. Maddie was a true beauty who never acknowledged it or used it to get her way. Alex let her have her way. Katy whispered encouragement as Maddie’s breathing quickened and Alex purred, “Come for me, Little Bunny, oh yeah, fuck.” Maddie gave Alex a good one. As she spasmed around his cock, Alex closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and held on. She had a way of squeezing his love boat firmly from stem to stern and back. It felt so fucking good, but Alex wouldn’t come. He had to finish inside his Katycat. He thought of the discomfort of Amleth’s Viking leather shoes in the cold Nordic mud and held on. When Maddie could speak, she whispered with a giggle, “Take him Kitcat. Make him cry.”
Alex withdrew and glided into Katycat’s waiting arms and nether lips. It was just kismet that from the beginning Alex and Kate had fit together so perfectly, made for each other. Their coupling conjured multiple orgasms for Kate and the apex of Alex’s orgasms. Alex thought to himself that with Kate he did his best work. He kissed his Katycat and cadged her first orgasm with, “Fuck me, baby, give me one now. I want it. Oh yes, that’s it. Fuck!” Kate squeaked like a kitten and obliged with waves of ecstasy Alex felt in his fingertips. He kissed her deeply and kept going. He always wanted to come with Katycat, but he loved the feeling too much to give in right away. (Later, after he’d been here a while, he would test himself to see how many orgasms he could give her before he had to unload.) Jeezus, she was beautiful under him, giving him such pleasure with her pleasure. She could look at him with so much love that he felt it encompass him like a shroud of invincibility. He could do anything, and he would for her. Hell, he knew he loved her deeply, and not exclusively, just the way she wanted it. He fucked her just the way she wanted it too. He managed to ride out two more Katycat cums before he bleated, “Katycat, I gotta, I gotta come, can I, babe?” Kate grinned and nodded. Alex knew she would deny him nothing; the question was moot. Alex closed his eyes and groaned and besought his Katycat to fuck him as he shot deep within her tight lair of love. And Katycat gave him what was his alone. She rewarded him with the orgasmic caress on his spent cock for his orgasm that she had felt so keenly. It was her body’s unique reaction to the love she felt for his love expressed.
Alex never wanted to move after Kate’s last fluttering fairylike caress on his magic wand. He indulged himself for a long minute with Katycat soul kisses until Maddie’s sweet caresses and purrs of satisfaction made him stir and cuddle up his MadCat to indulge their desire to caress him in afterglow oblivion.
Before Alex became too relaxed, he squeezed the beautiful butt cheeks of his beloveds and announced, “Darlins, I brought y’all something besides my cock. Here, let me get it.” Maddie and Kate exchanged looks, which Alex could read as if printed on the page. They never expected nor needed gifts from Their Alex. They eschewed his “celebrity” and the mule it rode in on. Alex knew that and loved them for it. However, he had brought no extravagance, just a token of his affection.
“Hell, you know I love you and you love me, and you love each other, and I love me,” Alex recited as he opened the jeweler’s case, making Maddie and Kate giggle at their big blond boy’s soliloquy. “I had these made for all of us, to wear on a finger or on a chain, just so we can have each other when we are apart.” Alex held out the two gold bands of three intertwining colored gold threads, merging and separating throughout the background of gold. Maddie and Kate took them and examined them as Alex slipped his onto a finger. Maddie and Kate put their rings on fingers and admired them by holding them at arm’s length as if multi-carat engagement rings. They spoke at once, “Our Alex, so perfect. Look, look, I think I’m the blue thread. No, I’m the blue thread, you’re the green one like your eyes. Alex, which are you? Are you the yellow thread because here on mine you’ve got us both all knotted up around you, like we are, you know?” Alex just beamed through the babbling until they both turned to him with tears in their eyes as they reached for him. As tears ran down her cheeks, Maddie said, “We didn’t think we could or even should love you any more than we have done, but now we do, damn it.” Katycat sobbed quietly and held onto him. Alex teared up himself as he held them close, “Fuck, darlins, we’re having another cleansing then?” Maddie and Kate couldn’t help but laugh at the reference to the first time that Alex had fucked Kate without a condom that had elicited the sad/happy love tears from Kate and Maddie. Love was in the air and the triad, realizing its innate scarcity, would take it whenever offered.
Alex would be with them for a couple months this time, and if all went well, he would broach the subject of taking them to Stockholm as his what? girlfriends? serious love interests? lap pieces? lovers? maybe just his MadCat, to meet the entire fam damily of Skarsgårds.
