Alex Volkov X Reader - Tumblr Posts
hiiii can you write alex volkov!dom x reader smut please😓😓 I actually love ur writing style and i’ve been scrolling thru ur blog for so long
Of course! Sorry I haven't been getting to requests, I'm actually writing a book of my own!
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, P in V, Fem! Reader, Not exact Alex behavior
You're really Big.
"A-Alex!" You moan as he pushes in more of his length in your hole. The stretch was hurting you-not too bad, but enough to make you squirm away. "What is it baby?" Alex smirks down at you. "Y-You're-Oh god-" You whimper as he pushes more into you, making you arch your back into Alex's chest.
"I didn't catch that sweetheart. What did you say?" He tilts his head at you as you pant. He wipes the tears falling from your eyes and smirks down at you. "Y-You're really big!" You gasp and he pushes half his length into you. He gives you a pout. "Aww, I'm sorry sweetheart."
Your pussy clenches around him and the both of you groan. Alex chuckles and he leans down to kiss your forehead. "You're doing so good for me sweetheart. So, so good baby." He murmurs. "But do you want to know something baby?" You whimper in reply.
"I don't care if it takes the whole night. You are going to be taking this whole cock."
REALLLLLLL
My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men
I just read your Alex Volkov x reader and let me tell you I LOVE your writing! If you have the time I would absolutely appreciate it, if you could write a Christian Harper x reader, which includes some grovelling and smut, thanks!
I'm Sorry
WARNINGS: smut, christian harper being somewhat out of character( i don't know really).
The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the cityscape as you stood on the balcony, the cool breeze doing little to calm your racing thoughts. It had been a week since the argument with Christian, a week of silence that felt like an eternity. You wondered if the rift between you was too wide to mend, if the words spoken in anger had irreparably damaged your bond.
The sound of footsteps approaching broke your reverie. Turning, you saw Christian standing at the threshold of the balcony, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with uncertainty. His brown eyes, once filled with mischief and charm, now held a look of deep regret.
"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Christian stepped closer, his presence overwhelming but comforting. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his dark hair, a habit you knew signaled his inner turmoil.
"I messed up," he began, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I said things I didn't mean, and I hurt you. I let my pride and anger get in the way, and for that, I am truly sorry."
You looked away, the hurt still fresh in your heart. "Christian, it's not just about what you said. It's about feeling like you don't trust me, like you don't see me as your equal."
He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. "You're right. I was wrong to make you feel that way. You are my equal, and I do trust you. I let my insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when I should have been pulling you closer."
Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. "It's not that easy, Christian. Words alone can't fix this."
"I know," he replied, his voice breaking slightly. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't lose you, not like this."
He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I can change, that I can be the man you deserve."
You looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his plea. Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his, searching for the truth in his words.
"Actions speak louder than words, Christian," you said softly. "Show me that you mean it."
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"Oh fuck!" You cry out as Christian pounds into you. "You're so beautiful." He grunts. You let out a gasp as he sucks another hickey on your neck. "I'm so sorry baby." He murmurs as he caresses your hips. "I-oh- I do!" You whimper. "Good." He growls. He pounds you into the mattress harder, cause your moans to get louder. Soon, you feel that coil in your stomach begin to tighten. "I'm close! Christian, I'm so close!" You mewl. "You are?" He murmurs.
You nod frantically. "Then come." He says.
I'm sorry that this is so half-assed. I am slowly losing motivation, and I just need to keep going through my inbox.