October Prompts 2022

by TreesAndCheese

Summary:

Collection of TreesAndCheese Prompts Fills for October 2022. Most, if not all, will be spicy. Each chapter will stand alone and be between 50-2000 words.

Notes:

Day 1: Sensory Deprivation

Chapter 1: Eyes In The Dark/ Sensory Deprivation

It was dark. So dark. Dark enough that Morgan’s eyes were trying to fill in the gaps with swirls of color. The only thing Morgan can see is Alex’s eyes- glowing and beautiful- watching Morgan from across the room. Their breath hitched, moving to touch themselves more intently now, giving Alex a show. Morgan couldn’t tell if Alex was touching themselves, too, in the dark. But they could practically feel their eyes on them. 

Morgan whimpered, biting their lip, and slouched down further on the bed. 

The golden eyes moved. Morgan moaned. The felt the movement of the bed and the squeak of the bed springs was drowned out by the pounding of their heart. 

Alex blinked, and the world flicked into shadow, before the light of their gaze was on them again even closer than expected. 

Morgan’s rhythm jerked, but they kept going- eyes locked on Alex's.  Now they were close enough that they could just barely make out the bridge of their nose and a bit of their hair which fell before their eyes. 

Morgan jumped- surprised- as something touched their outstretched foot. Alex had grabbed them and was trailing their hand smoothly up their leg and then scratched lightly back down their thigh. 

They heard a rumbling laugh. Hands in the dark grabbed their wrist with unyielding force and dragged them away from their work. 

The glowing eyes loomed even closer, seeming to fill the whole room with light. Morgan could almost see Alex smile; then the eyes dropped low and close to the apex of their legs. 

Alex touched their mouth to them. Morgan gasped. Alex’s eyes closed. Morgan was surrounded by heat and plunged into darkness. 

Chapter 2: BETnefits/ Friends With Benefits

Summary:

Day 2, Friends With Benefits

Morgan and Alex engage in some causal, no feelings sex. But then, a bet is made. They/ Them Alex, They/Them Morgan.

Alex held Morgan close, leaning into to suck on their neck while they fucked them good and deep. Morgan moaned, tilting their face away.

 

“Don’t mark me there.” Morgan said, bringing a hand to their head to physically shove them further down. “Here. Here.” They said pressing Alex so their mouth was where their neck met their shoulder.

 

Alex obliged, tamping down a smirk as Morgan tangled fingers in their hair.

 

Several minutes passed where the sounds of their pleasure tangled together as they both found new and different spots that pulled moans from the other.

 

“Close.” Alex said.

 

“Yeah.” Morgan gasped, working in earnest to meet Alex thrust for thrust. “Come in me Alex.”

 

A few more thrusts and they were coming together. Morgan laughed in delight as Alex bit their shoulder with a little growl as they finished inside, and after a few shallow thrusts as if trying to fuck their cum deeper into them, stopped and pulled out to flop languorously on their side.

 

“Fuck, dude, that was great.” Morgan said cheerfully. They held up a hand, curled into a lose fist.

 

With a laugh, Alex returned the fist bump. “Thanks.”

 

Morgan stretched and rolled over to sit up. “If you think you can, like, not make it weird- we should definitely do that again.”

 

Alex snorted and rolled their eyes. “I’m not the one that might make it weird. We can do that again, but I won’t blame you if you fall in love with me.” They said with a sarcastic simpering pout. And then, “I will probably kill you, though, if you do.”

 

Morgan flicked an unimpressed gaze up and down their friend. “Mmhmm. Yeah. I think I’ll be fine.” They say decisively.

 

Alex looked at them incredulously. “I am the most powerful person on the planet.”

 

“Eh,” Morgan stuck their feet on the floor in preparation to stand. “The most powerful person on the planet would be able to make a decent cup of coffee.”

 

Alex glowered at them.

 

“I’ll tell you what,” Morgan said breezily. “We keep doing this, and if we fall in love- the first person to fall in love loses.”

 

Alex blinked. “What does the loser get?”

 

Morgan laughed merrily. “Idk? A thorough spanking?”

“You’re on!” Alex declared.

 

“Great.” Morgan said, giving them a playful swat as they finally stood up. “I’m gonna shower. And then I am going to make some brownies. Try not to fall in love with me in the mean time.”

 

“I am not going to fall in love.” Alex said as they watched Morgan saunter out of the room. The door closed behind them and Alex said, “I am not.” very decisively into the empty room.

Notes:

Morgan is not going to be the only one fucked on this bet lol

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Chapter 3: You're A Fucking Machine!/ Machine

Summary:

Alex fucks like a machine, strong and relentless. (They are probably not a machine.) They/ Them Alex. They/ Them Morgan

When Alex got into certain moods, it’s all Morgan can to to hold on tight and roll with it. When Alex holds them, their hands are stronger than steel, stronger than shakanium. And when Alex gets into a rhythm they can fuck Morgan mercilessly, relentlessly, ruthlessly through several orgasms- keeping up a pace for inhuman amounts of time and seemingly oblivious to the desperate sounds Morgan makes except when they chase down certain reactions.

 

Before Morgan was getting laid on the reg, they used to love being fucked by their fucking machine. Changing out the attachable dildo according to their moods and seeing how long they can take it.

 

But with Alex, they had nights that were so much better.

Notes:

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Chapter 4: Beauty Marks/ Cum Marking

Summary:

Alex gives Morgan a blow job. They/ Them Alex, They/ Them Morgan.

Unambiguous gentials (it’s a dick). Cum marking. Blow job.

Alex moaned around Morgan’s dick and the feeling rattled through them. With a little sound of triumph, Alex took them deep enough to ‘kiss’ around the base. Morgan tangled their fingers in Alex's hair as Alex carefully swallowed around them. Morgan’s head tilted backwards, trying to stave off the impeding orgasm. Morgan heard Alex make an eager sound and felt them stick their tongue out past their lip to give the littlest of kitten licks to the top of their balls.

“Oh, fuck.” Morgan groaned. “Alex, I’m about to come.”

With an eager wiggle, Alex pulled back and off with a satisfying pop and sat back on their heels- eyes closed, mouth open.

Morgan took themselves in hand and with a moan that drowned out Alex’s quiet one, came in spurts all over their face. Not much got in their mouth, but the rest painted stripes and splotches on their cheeks and forehead and even dripped down their chin and onto their chest.

A few panted breaths later and Alex opened their eyes, golden and glowing.

“Fuck, Alex.” Morgan said, reaching up to touch their cheek. Alex’s eyes closed briefly, before blinking open again to keep Morgan’s gaze- slit pupils blown wide with arousal. Morgan brushed their thumb across their cheek and caught a drop of cum. “You’re so beautiful like this.” They pressed the thumb onto the tip of their tongue and Alex closed their lips around it to gently accept the little gift.

“So beautiful.” Morgan murmured.

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Chapter 5: Best Mates/ Primal Kink

Summary:

Barnaby is hunting down their mate Ohio in a forest. utilizing their heightened senses and inhuman strength that they get when they use their powers to absorb Kotetsu.

Ohio, for his part, is eager to play- to be hunted, mounted, and bred.

Contains: primal kink, scent kink, kink negotiation off screen, Barnaby has absorbed Kotetsu, use of super strength and speed.

Notes:

Barnaby 'can also absorb Kotetsu, and it gives them a massive boost to strength and speed and whatnot" for a short period of time.
I'm adding that, barnaby also has heightened senses, ghostly 'saint bernard' markings that appear ~spookily~ on his face, and a spooky ghostly echo in his voice.

Ohio makes their way through the foliage. Years of experience the only thing keeping him from running in circles. If he could just make it to the edge of the forest.

There’s a growl behind them, and a branch snaps.

Ohio can’t stop themselves from turning to look. Mid-turn, something slams into him. Ohio gasps, rolling on the dirt as something, or rather someone pushes him down, shoving his face and chest into the ground. They were strong. Inhumanly strong. Ohio groaned, trying to fight back but his arms are grabbed and shoved down.

Ohio looks up. Barnaby is over him, Saint Bernard markings glowing around their eyes and snarling in a way that drawls their lips back to reveal sharp canines. Ohio shivers.

Barnaby’s hands scrabble at Ohio’s clothes and after only a moment reach around Ohio’s torso in something similar to a hug, grabs the front of his shirt with both hands on each side of his button up, and pulls. Buttons scatter everywhere as Ohio smothers a noise.

“Barnaby.” Ohio moans out. Barnaby makes a little noise in response, but seems pretty distracted with biting and licking and Ohio’s newly exposed skin. “I know you gave me a bit of a head start, but how did you find me so fast?”

 

Barnaby moves even closer, pressing against them. Ohio could feel the heat of him all along his back- almost like being mounted- as Barnaby brought his face to just behind their ear.

“I could smell you.” Barnaby’s voice resonated like this, deeper and darker, with an undertone of a growl. When Barnaby was possessed by Kotetsu like this, it was like he had more than one voice in their throat. “You smell excited.” Barnaby breathed in, deeply, and Ohio smothered a whimper. “Like you are almost ready to mate.”

“Almost?” Ohio asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” Barnaby said, then he moved back, away from Ohio, and his hands moved to Ohio’s pants-shoving them down roughly.

Barnaby was faster like this, and stronger, so Ohio hardly had time to gasp before he was rolled on to his back and pressed hard down into the dirt.

Barnaby was focused like this, eyeing down their prey with eyes glowing ethereally. Barnaby licked their lips. A heartbeat later Barnaby pounced, their mouth was hot and tight as it swallowed down Ohio’s dick, and Ohio was howling.

Notes:

Yes, I am still writing these. No, I do not have a timeline for them lol.

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Chapter 6: On Your Knees/ Angel

Summary:

Morgan is a fallen angel, and Alex gets on their knees to pray.

Contains: mild religious themes

“You’re an angel.” Alex said, softly.

“A fallen one.” Morgan reminded him.

“It might still work the same.” Alex insisted. “Has anyone prayed to you lately?”

“No,” Morgan said, looking away. “Not since I’ve fallen. Why would anyone pray to me now? Who would bother?”

Alex made a wordless sound in the back of his throat. He crowded closer and fell to his knees. “I would.” Alex vowed.

Alex turned their thoughts to Morgan. The little things that made them unique and wonderful. The callused feel of their palms, the wild tangle of their curls, the turn of their nose and the shape of their eyes. Each one so uniquely Morgan. Each sight made Alex feel so in love with the world.


Alex thought about everything Morgan does that Alex admires. Their enthusiasm for their heists, the way their mind picks through complex puzzles and solves problems, the stubbornness. Everything that Morgan does that Alex finds endlessly fascinating.

 

Morgan felt warm, similar to what they felt before they fell and they were a conduit for Grace, but it was more. It was heady.

 

Alex reverently reached out for Morgan’s hands.

Alex centered their every thought around Morgan. About what a blessing it was to be with Morgan.

“Morgan...” Alex dared to look up at Morgan's lovely face.

This wasn’t like before, when Morgan was another cog, just a part of a tapestry.

 

Alex pressed a precious kiss on the back of each hand and then on each palm.

 

“Morgan,” Alex prayed, “I would worship you.”

 

“Oh.” Morgan said with wonder and awe.

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Chapter 7: Feeling Egg-cellent / Oviposition

Summary:

Alex mulls over the health indicators of Slimefolk. Morgan is fucking Alex full of eggs.

She/ her Morgan, They/them alex

Contains: Morgan is a slime girl, and in heat. Alex is being fucked full of eggs. Alex has a pussy.

Notes:

*leans into the microphone* I am not a fast writer.

Day 7: Oviposition

It was very interesting, living with (and being mated to!) one of the Slimefolk. Alex had learned that there were several ways to tell if they were healthy.

First, coloring. When Alex first met Morgan her coloring was pale, nearly see through. Alex had had no idea that that could be concerning. To them, it was normal. All they had ever known Morgan to be.

 

Alex had moved in with her and at first Morgan had never lingered long at home. Then as Alex got settled in and comfy, so did Morgan. Morgan stayed for longer stints in her own apartment, still traveling for heists and jobs but staying for dinner and then for days at a stretch. And, finally, after the first time Alex noticed Morgan was not home when she said she would be, found her, and saved her from her parents Morgan seemed to stay for good. This was a less stressful environment than living on the run and Morgan's color had started to deepen.

The slime that made up Morgan’s body started out a whispy green, so light and unsaturated it was almost clear. Now, after years of Morgan having carved out a safer, successful life (Alex liked to think they helped a little bit), Morgan is less stressed at home, eating better, indulging in things she loves to do, going on adventures, and hanging with friends. Overall, Morgan is a lot healthier and is now a lovely deep forest green- still a little translucent (the sun catches so prettily through the her) and just a little iridescent.

 

The second way to tell was their consistency. This can include a range of little indicators. Elasticity. The ability to hold form or to create new shapes. Even the feel of running their hand over Morgan’s body. Now it was smooth and cool, no longer particularly sticky.

There was one other indicator of good health for one of the Slimefolk- their yearly heats. For so long, Morgan had only one, maybe two, small eggs. And the urges were manageable. Now though...

Alex knelt on their hands and knees, legs spread, holding on desperately to one side of the nest. Alex made a nest by hand every year, now that they were partners.

Alex moaned, mindlessly. They felt sooo full. They clenched down. They could feel them inside- the eggs. Firm in the middle but it was so satisfying to feel the slight give of them, just a hint of yielding, around the soft shell of the outside. They brushed firmly against their G spot as each one slipped inside. Morgan eagerly fucked them inside of Alex’s womb, like the waves of an ocean thrusting forward and back.

Morgan was leaning over Alex's back. Draped over them. Wrapped around them. She was pulling them close, almost melting around them. She was moaning, practically delirious with pleasure as she trembled.

Alex could tell, the first few eggs were small, but quickly, they started to ramp up in size until Alex could feel the girth of them as they squeezed in. Could feel as they jostled around inside them, pressed together, filling up space.

Alex groaned, reaching down to try and place a hand in front of their entrance, but they could not stop Morgan even if they had actually wanted to, as Morgan's slime was filling, smoothing the way for her clutch of eggs, and Alex could feel it slipping around their fingers, flowing and filling.

Alex was starting to feel lightheaded and desperate, warm and cold all at once. And so so mindlessly horny. “It’s too much.” Alex said, teetering on delirium. “I’m too full.” When Alex pressed their fingers inside their pussy, they could feel the eggs there, pressed up against each other.

"Don’t worry.” Morgan murmured. Behind Alex, Morgan was shifting- leaning back and away. Alex cried out, but instead of pulling out Morgan was manhandling Alex- rolling them over so they were sprawled on their back.

In one dizzying moment the world turned and Alex’s view went from their own hands gripping the side of the nest to blinking up at Morgan (gorgeous with the light shining through her slime-form).

 

And Alex could see inside Morgan. Could see all the eggs still in her, suspended in her core, big ones and small ones but all looking so so so perfect.

There were so many.

 

“Don’t worry.” Morgan continued. “You can take them all. You’re doing so well.”

And suddenly Morgan started to form a second ovipositor and was gently prepping Alex’s tight, twitching ass.

“You’re such a good mate.” Morgan said in the heady, hazy way she did when her heat started to get to her, started to turn her brain to mush as all she could focus on was mating. “Taking my clutch so well.” Morgan ran a hand over Alex’s full belly, reverently. 

Alex tried to say something, but all they could manage was a garbled plea as Morgan fucked into them, eggs once again eagerly jostling their way inside of a mindlessly moaning Alex.

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Chapter 8: JeaLusty/ Jealousy

Summary:

Ohio comes home from work at the university. Barnaby greets him at the door.

Contains: Slightly jealous and possessive Barnaby. Smooches

As soon as Ohio walked in the door, Barnaby was all over him. Before he could even drop his briefcase, Barnaby had their hands fisted in Ohio’s stupid-cute proffessory button up, was dragging in him close and kissing him filthy.

With a little sound of surprise, Ohio began to return the kiss, wrapping their arms around their amorous boyfriend and holding him tight.

A happy sound at that, and Barnaby began to let their hands wander over Ohio’s body, rubbing themselves up and down his shirt and grabbing onto his pants, pulling Ohio close before moving to grab elsewhere.

Ohio moaned, broke the kiss to catch his breath and looking up dazedly at the ceiling. “Wha-” Ohio panted.

 

Barnaby growled, and Ohio fell silent.

It wasn’t fair .

Ohio’s university students got to oogle his boyfriend aaaall day in his stupid-hot professor outfit, to gaze at his rugged hansom face, and hear his voice go on and on for hours.

 

They needed to be reminded - Barnaby had to show-

“MINE. ” Barnaby snarled before going after the presented nape.

Ohio couldn’t tell how they ended up pressed against the inside of the closed apartment door, but he dizzily sucked in a breath, thankful that his boyfriend could hold him up so easily .

“Yours.” Ohio confirmed, moaned it, gasped it, swore it.

Another happy sound and Barnaby brought both hand up to tug open his boyfriends button up. Buttons scattered everywhere, but neither paid them any mind.

Barnaby’s marks from that morning were already starting to fade.

They needed Barnaby to mark them anew.

Notes:

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Chapter 9: Sit, Stay, Strip/Stripper

Summary:

Alex the head of a crime syndicate, with a guilty pleasure on how they spend their evening. Barnaby is a stripper in a seedy club.

They/them Alex, He/Him Barnaby

Notes:

Thought i would do a bit of alex/ barnaby. Just for funsies.

Since Alex was the head of a sprawling crime syndicate, they could do whatever they wanted with their evenings. Lately, Alex had been having a bit of guilty pleasure pass time.

It was a strip club, small and dingy, and located on the wrong side of town. A place called Desired Treasures. But so many of the lights were out in the sign that at night it just said “D Tr”. Alex had found it by chance, walked in on a whim.

It was a habit now, a comfortable one.

The entered and made their way to their favorite spot. It wasn't the VIP section, it wasn't even in the middle with a clear view of the main stage. No, it was all the way to the right, near one of the secondary stages, and near where one of the raised platforms where the less desired-dancers stayed stationed, go go dancing or twirling around a pole depending on the night. Luckily, the owner knew well enough by now to not fuss with them, after a brief simpering greeting, they asked if they could bring Alex anything. Anything at all, was said with a nauseating amount of butt kiss, but Alex was powerful and people wanted to please.

“Send me Saint.” Was all they said, before settling in.

The leather couch was worn, but it sank just perfect as Alex sat.

Moments later, a scantily clad dancer appeared. Alex smiled. Saint looked exasperated as he walked over with the owner. He was wearing a bondage-esque get up. A mesh top covered leather straps that criss-crossed his chest, accented by a little faux-fur skirt draped over tiny panties. He had a dog collar clasped around his throat, a fake tail trailing behind him, and faux-fur cuffs clasped around each wrist.

 

Alex grinned as they walked up. “Isn’t there something you want to say to me, Saint? Hmmm?”

He scowled at Alex, but as the owner nudged him forward (hard enough to make him stumble) Saint sighed and said, “Welcome home, master. Your puppy missed you. I can’t wait to be your good puppy again.” Alex’s grin couldn’t get any bigger. “Woof. Woof” Saint deadpanned.

“Awwww, such a good puppy.” Alex said with amusement, “Come here and get your treat.” They opened their arms and patted their lap invitingly. Saint rolled their eyes, but sat all the same. “And you,” Alex said, turning their gaze to the owner. They held out a stack of hundreds. The owner approached, but before they could grab it Alex pulled it away, “Careful,” The said, “Don’t want to get too rough, now do you? Don't you know that people get damaged, when you push to rough.”

The owner nodded, “Yes.” He said, then “No, yes. I-I mean.” With an awkward curtsy-bow, he tripped over himself. Alex held out the stack again. The owner of the strip club grabbed it and scurried away.

Saint slid back into Alex’s lap, curling so they were across their lap, instead of back to chest, so he could see the whole room. Alex closed their eyes, pressed their nose against the nape of his neck. Finally, Alex felt relaxed.

Alex had money, and power, and the fear and respect of those around them. But in this little corner of a sketchy club, Alex had a little peace.

 

“You’re running l-late. It’ts’ts’ts a-almost time for the floor show.” He relaxed into their spot, and Alex took that as their cue to let their hands start to wander.

Saint swatted at Alex’s wandering hand, “B-Bad dog,” Saint scolded lightly, “I trained you better than that.”

Alex smiled a little smile, and tucked a couple hundred dollar bills into one of the straps on his waist.

Saint hummed in approval, “Good pet.” He said as Alex trailed a hand up his skirt, just for the joy of touching his strong thighs.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the music swelled.

Alex couldn't help but whine as Saint got up, they made as if to follow them. Saint, anticipating this, stood up and turned to straddle Alex’s lap in one smooth motion.

“ Sit.” Saint ordered. Saint rolled their body, undulating, pressing closer and at his closest, whispered in Alex’s ear, “Stay.”

He then pulled away and strutted his way to the nearest stage.

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Chapter 10: S-Tier Secrets, D-Tier Desires/ Secrets

Summary:

Hero!Alex (Superior)/ Villain!Morgan (The Generator)

What if Alex and Morgan had become fuck buddies before they had become friends? Its a whole different kind of pining.

Superior is The Generator's fav late-night-booty-call. This S-tier hero is head over heels for this D-tier villain. Not that he can tell her that.

Prompt: Secrets
he/him alex, she/ her morgan. (morgan has a dick)

Notes:

Morgan ONLY calls alex "Superior". unless she's teasing him. then she calls him "Soups" for short.
Alex can only call morgan "the generator", since he dosn's know her real name. But, hes lucky, she lets him call her "Genni" (affectionately)

10, Secret

 

Alex’s phone buzzed. Alex groaned, and rolled over in bed.

 

A second buzz and Alex sighed and reached blindly around for his phone tangled in the sheets. It didn’t sound like the buzz for work related contacts, so it was pretty unlikely that the world was ending, or aliens invading, or any of the other apocalyptic bullshit he usually had to deal with.

 

He grabbed it and peeked one eye blearily at his phone screen.

 

Unknown number: U up??

 

Alex made a sound of confusion and scrolled down to the other new message.

 

It was a picture of a torso. A stained shirt was pulled over abs by a hand with nails bitten to the quick and a smudge of what looked like charcoal across the back.

 

Alex gasped. He know exactly who it was! It was The Generator!

 

Well, he basically knew who it was. But The Generator liked to keep their name secret. But she let him call her Genni for short. It was sweet.

 

Alex, suddenly excited, fumbled with their phone, trying not to drop it. Alex took a deep breath and typed out (in what he hoped was a cool and confident manner) a thumbs up emoji followed by Yep.

 

Alex took a few more breaths, to try to calm down. And also, knowing that if they took too long, the D tier villain would get bored and forget they were texting (which happened once. It was mortifying.) Alex then typed out an I can be there in a few.

 

Alex grinned.

 

Suddenly very awake, Alex practically dove out of their bed. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it tidy but not too tidy . They picked out a better set of pajamas, as if he always looked so nice even in the middle of the night.

One quick look in the mirror, a snap, and Alex focused on teleporting to where they needed to be.

 

The reappeared in a small apartment. A bit chaotic and messy, but even just being there made Alex feel like their heart would beat out of their chest.

A voice came from behind them, husky and low, “Superior.”

Alex spun. And there! There was The Generator! Reverently, he breathed, “Genni…”

She grinned, sharp and dangerous in that way villains could be. Alex smiled at her like a love struck fool.

The D tier villain licked her lips and pounced.

They pressed forceful lips against their own. Her hands started wandering, groping along familiar paths. Alex couldn't help but moan.

 

Alex eagerly touched her, pressed his palms against her glorious ass, then gently scratched up her back, before tangling fingers in her chaotically curly hair.

Genni pulled back with a gasp and a grin. And she grabbed him by the shoulders-by the shirt. She pulled him close. Then when he was unbalanced she pushed him away, spun him around and bent him over the back of her couch. She crowded him, grinding against his ass. She pressed him face down in the cushions.

Alex couldn't help but spread their legs and whine.

No one manhandled him like she did. No one overpowered the great S-tier hero like she did. Made him feel so helpless. Made him feel so good.

He craved her. More. But-

The Generator leaned close, and murmured, “Superior...Do you want to play with me?”

 

Alex thought longingly of sitting with Genni on that very couch, of playing video games, chatting, watching tv. Hell, maybe even bringing out a board game.

“ Yes. ” Alex whimpered longingly.

“Good.” The villain laughed and bit sharply at his shoulder. “Tell me what you want.”

Alex wanted to know this person. Wanted casual dates. Or even just to have dinner with her. Wanted to chat about nothing. And sit in silence for hours. Wanted to introduce them to their parents . Wanted to be… more .

Wanted to mean more to her.

 

Alex couldn’t tell her any of that.

 

“Please, Generator. Please, I want to suck your dick.”

 

She smiled, warm and sweet like melted honey.

 

“Good.” And even that little approval had Alex shivering, even as their heart raced. “That can be your treat for being good for me tonight.” Genni pulled them upwards. “Take of your clothes off, go into the bedroom, and put on whats on the bed.

 

Shaking with repressed desire, Alex did so. Turned towards the bedroom and started walking.

When their back turned, they felt a firm, but playful slap against their bum.“Alright, Soups, I guess you could do it in that order, too.”

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Chapter 11: Bre(a)d & Cream /Food Play

Summary:

Food play
First part: Alex loves to be domestic, and makes a day out of making bread from scratch. Morgan loves to watch Alex make bread.

bonus part that ended up longer than the main part: Alex loves to feed Morgan. Morgan enjoys some cream (puffs) in bed

Notes:

have you ever seen a strong man (or lady) knead bread dough? yeah? yeah.

11, Baking/ Food Play

Most of the things in the apartment were “Morgan’s Style”. Or at least, they didn’t resemble the bases that Alex bought or designed. Things were second-hand. They didn’t scream billionaire luxury, didn’t say “I have the money to buy entire countries” or even “I bought this all at the same time, approximately”. But there was one thing that stuck out a bit.

It was the shakanium counter tops all through out the kitchen.

And they were put in place for one reason and one reason only.

“Bread day?” Morgan was sitting very causally at the other side of the kitchen peninsula.

“Yep.” Alex said cheerfully. They tied a well worn apron around their waist, Morgan bit their lip at the cinch, but Alex didn’t notice at all, to busy bring down their sour dough bread starter (which Alex had lovingly named the Yeast Beast, claiming that naming starters was good luck) and beginning their usual ritual of feeding the beast, and setting some aside to make bread later.

Morgan watched under their lashes as Alex did their usual ritual of carefully heating water to the perfect temperature, measuring out the flour and starter. It was lovely, their look of casual concentration. The sure way they handled everything, but so careful not to crack the glass jar that was the sourdough starters ‘home’.

It was great.

But it wasn’t what Morgan was waiting for.

Finally, Alex set the sourdough starter aside and pulled closer some bread dough they had prepped the night before.

Gently, Alex pulled the cover aside to reveal its perfect, puffy rise. As Alex cradled the dough in one hand and sprinkled flour on the bare shakanium counter top with the other, Morgan stuck the end of their pen in their mouth as if they were just idly thinking hard about their work.

Alex was completely focused as they started to knead the dough.

Morgan smothered a moan.

Alex was gorgeous when they were dominating on the battlefield, but when they dominated that bread…

The beautiful bulging muscles and they stretch and rolled, leaning over just slightly in the motion, which gave Morgan a great view down their shirt. The way those hands handled that dough… even their fingers were strong, dexterous. Sometimes Alex would even pick up the entire thing and slam it back onto the counter top, which caused Morgan to jump a little in surprise and squirm in their seat.

Morgan could watch Alex make bread forever.

“I wish I was being bred.”

Alex didn’t even pause as they looked up with a devilish smirk.

“Excited?” They asked.

“What?” Morgan squeaked.

“For the bread.” Alex said, like it was obvious.

“Oh! Yeah. I’m so excited. To be bred. For the bread. For being bred by you. For your bread. That you made. Bread. Food. Yes.” Morgan closed their eyes in despair.

Alex paused. Morgan valiantly resisted the urge to peek an eye open in terror. “Sorry.” Alex said, causal polite (non panicked) confusion seeping into their tone. “I must have really dragged you out of your train of thought.” Alex smiled, and Morgan chanced a peek to see if they really were somehow in the clear for that gaff. “You can get back to heisting. This baby has to rise one more time before its into the fires with it.”

 

Alex had formed a perfect bundle of loaf and patted it lovingly as they slid it away.

Morgan carefully didn’t think of Alex patting their butt just as tenderly.

 

“Mm-mmhmm.” Morgan made a vague noise of agreement and buried their nose back into their heist books.

 

~~~~ bonus bit~~

 

The lights in the bedroom were low, just enough for Alex to clearly see while being dim enough Morgan doesn't feel so self conscious.

 

Well, it was difficult to feel self conscious with Alex's hands kneading their spread thighs like a blissfully contented cat, eyes half- lidded and purr rumbling. Morgan shifted, they were sat upon Alex's lap, Alex flat on their back looking up at them, hands wandering around so eagerly. Chest flushed, but there was a plate resting on it, two last cream puffs waiting on it.

 

“Mmmm.” Morgan hummed happily, licking their own fingertips clean of the food mess.. “I don’t think I could eat another bite...” Alex panted, rolling their hips up so Morgan would bounce gently on their lap. “Maybe you should help me out?”

 

Morgan rolled their hips, driving down onto Alex’s dick, and Alex whined.

 

Morgan picked up a puff, took a little nibble (which Alex watched with laser focus) and then brought the rest of it to Alex’s mouth. “Be a good boy and lick out the cream.”

Alex trembled-trying very hard not to cum yet- first eagerly dipping their tongue in then once they were sure it was clean moving on to lick Morgan’s sticky fingers. Morgan let them, idly playing and teasing while Morgan finished eating the puff shell.

Morgan picked up the last puff and moved the plate out of the way. “Did you get enough to eat?” Morgan asked teasingly.

 

Alex nodded so enthusiastically that Morgan couldn't help but smile.

“And-and you?” Alex asked, gazing up at them. “Did you… eat enough? Do you want more?”

“I’m sooo full.” Morgan said with a playful amount of emphasis. They leaned back, and no more than a moment later Alex's hands were wandering over them again. It was like Alex couldn't help themselves. They grabbed so desperately at their hips and their tits and their… love handles. Those were new. A result of Alex's hard work at taking decadent care of Morgan.

 

“I don’t know if I can even finish this last one.” Morgan sighed and rubbed over their full tummy, just so they could watch in amusement as Alex did the same.

Morgan shifted, leaning down so they were pressed chest to chest.

Alex groaned, their eyes rolled back in their head for a moment and their hips twitched up into their heat.

 

Oh, that might have been an edge.

Alex was being so good for them.

“You’ve done such a good job of filling me up, why don’t you help me with this one?” Morgan handed them the puff, and Alex’s hands were actually shaking as they reached up to let Morgan eat out of their hands.

 

When that was done, Morgan hummed and said, “Sooo good. ”

They wrapped their arms around Alex, and Alex wrapped their arms around their waist.

“Why don’t you finish filling me up?” Morgan said lowly, riding their dick with more intent.

 

A truly desperate groan and Alex rolled them both over, draped themselves over Morgan. They fucked Morgan with all the desperation of a starving man. Fucked them with both hands clutching The Squish at their hips and with their face buried in their bouncing chest.

In no time at all, Alex was cumming and Morgan was just moments behind.

A few moments, they were both panting and holding on to each other. Then, with a smirk, Morgan said, “Why don’t you be a good boy and lick out the cream?”

 

They spread their legs and let Alex taste them.

Notes:

Surprise! posting twice today, since its my birthday. :D
If you are enjoying these, please do let me know! kudos and reviews are loved. thanks for reading!

Chapter 12: Bingeing/Netflix and chill

Summary:

Morgan and Alex are spending some quality time together. Features cockwarming and casual fucking.

They/Them Morgan. They/them Alex

Morgan sighed and shifted a little. They were curled up on the edge of the couch, sprawled comfortably as they pressed against Alex’s front. As they shifted Alex pressed a hand against their hip, letting them get comfortable whilst Alex kept them close. It was easy. Natural. Done without thinking as they kept their eyes on the TV- and kept the tip of their dick just barely brushing against Morgan’s prostate.

 

Morgan hummed and wriggled some more, smirking as they scribbled a bit in their notebook. Alex couldn’t help but whine and duck their head to place a lingering kiss on Morgan’s shoulder.

Morgan glanced up. On the screen, women in regency-style clothing and men in colorful suits twirled across the room.

 

“Havin’ fun?”

 

“Uh-huh.” Alex said, sounding pleased, relaxed and horny. Morgan loved to hear them like that. Made them shiver. “And you?” Alex checked.

 

 

“Yep.” Morgan tucked a bit of hair behind their ear. On the screen in a close up, a lady in a tiara smacked a confused looking man with a folding fan. Morgan tucked their pencil into their book, closed it, and held it in one hand. “We deff needed to spend this kind of quality time together.” Morgan said with a bit of a laugh as they stretched languidly like a contented cat.

 

Alex groaned quietly and, with their attention still on their show, gently gripped Morgan by the hips and started to gently thrust. Morgan groaned happily, rolled onto their belly more entirely, and propped themselves up onto their elbows.

Alex, taking that as the invitation it was, rolled onto Morgan more fully.

 

The both moaned quietly as Alex filled them up more completely. Alex’s hips rolled, sure and strong, even as their eyes remained glued to the TV.

On the screen, the lady ran out of the ballroom, down a hallway, and out of a mansion. The music swelled. A man in a regency era suit appeared at the door, stopped in the doorway, and looked longingly down the street.

Morgan grinned.

 

The credits played.

 

“Fucking cliffhangers.” Alex muttered to themselves before pressing their lips in a little, casual, kiss on Morgan’s clothed shoulder. Now, with more of their focus on Morgan, Alex started to drive into them in earnest- fucking them just how they liked it.

 

Morgan gasped and moaned, enthusiastic but quieter than Alex’s pleasured groans.

The credits finished and the intro music for the next episode started up.

“I’m close.” Alex grunted. Morgan huffed a laugh and Alex bit their shoulder in retaliation. “Don’t laugh at me.” Alex sounded strained while they did their best to hide their amusement. “You’ve been teasing me for three episodes.” Morgan tried to reply but could only moan as Alex took a moment to teasingly tug their hair. Alex nuzzled in close to their neck and nudged their hand down the front of Morgan’s body, pressed between them and the couch. Alex murmured, “I wanna make you cum again.”

 

Morgan gasped. They grabbed Alex’s hand, “Not yet.” They said and moved it to tuck against their tit.

 

Alex gasped and groaned. “What do you need?”

Morgan silently tilted their head back so they could kiss. Not but a few moments later, Alex came, filling Morgan perfectly.

A few seconds, they just breathed together, as Alex came down from bliss.

The intro song to the episode petered out and they both shifted.

 

“Off.” Morgan said. “I wanna flip us over so I’m on top.”

Alex obliged, allowing Morgan to slip off and out. Alex rolled, stretching and settling comfortably on their back- ready to settle in for the next episode. Morgan casually climbed on top of them- sprawling chest to chest and oh-so-carefully settling their hard length comfortably against Alex’s tummy.

 

With a sigh, Morgan opened their notebook book again and resumed scribbling. “So what’s happening now?”

 

Alex grinned and eagerly launched into an episode recap.

Chapter 13: Self And Care/ Body Swap

Summary:

Canonically- Morgan and Alex switch bodies when Morgan needs to go to the dentist.

 

Alex likes to take care of Morgan (particularity when morgan isnt there to get in their way)

Just a bit of self care, minus the self.

Intimacy, in a unique way.

She/her Morgan. They/them Alex

“Ooo oo inc ue’re oo ose?” Morgan asked.

 

“What?” Alex said, pulling their fingers out of their friend's mouth.

 

“Do you think we’re too close?” Morgan blinked up at them. She was leaned back, head tilted back on Alex’s shoulder, reclining on their chest.

“Do YOU want to floss your own teeth now that you have had taffy?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No.” Morgan said, with an actual pout.

“Well. Since I’M the one who takes this body to the dentist and I don’t mind doing the flossing, it makes sense for us to do this. So, there.” Alex said reasonably.

 

Morgan grimaced but didn’t argue.

 

“Are you, like, uncomfortable with this?”

 

“…..No.”

 

“Then, does it even matter what other people might think about what we do in our home?”

 

Morgan gave a begrudgingly amused sigh and leaned back to where she had been.

 

One more huff and Alex wrapped their arms around her again. Their hands came up and gently nudged her mouth open. Extending the pointer on each hand, Alex carefully maneuvered the floss around. Clam, focused.

Morgan peered up with a furrowed brow at Alex’s face. Well, at Alex’s jawline, and quite frankly, up their nose, as Alex’s face was too close to see much of anything.

 

Alex’s fingers had gone unnaturally still in her mouth. Morgan poked at their finger and the floss curiously.

 

Alex peeked down at them. “Did someone say something to you about us being ‘too close’?” She nodded slightly.

 

There was a pause.

 

Then Alex continued, “Do YOU think we are too close?”

 

Morgan thought about it, absently gnawing gently on one of alex’s knuckles. But after a moment she smiled.

 

“Nah.” She said, carefully forming the word around Alex’s fingers which were still in her mouth.

 

She huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, relaxing as Alex hummed happily and resumed their self imposed task.

 

~~~

Alex came home, arms full of groceries. They reached for the light switched and missed. Second attempt was a success and they swanned into the kitchen. They put the new foods away, excited for all the foods they would eat this week. All the foods they would feed Morgan. Was looking forward to-

They whined, going up on their tippy toes to put the cereal away.

 

How did Morgan manage that​? Alex thought to themselves. Done with the task and moving eagerly to Morgan’s bedroom, they pulled out a new outfit to wear- something comfy and clean. Then, they moved to the master bathroom. They leaned over to start the bath, nice and warm.

 

The stood up and looked into the mirror.

 

Morgan’s face looked back at them.

 

Alex leaned in closer to the mirror, and the Morgan in the mirror, well, mirrored them. Alex reach up to brush a hand on their cheek.

 

Alex had just returned, in Morgan’s body, from the dentist. Morgan hated going to the dentist. So for the last several years, that was Alex’s job. To take Morgan’s body to the dentist so Morgan didn’t have to experience that.

 

And afterward, Alex would pamper Morgan’s body- eat when they were hungry, sleep when they were tired, aaaaaaall self care things Morgan refused to do for themselves.

Just to torture her with the knowledge that this is what she could feel like, but only if she put in the effort.

 

… Alex’s evil grin looked real good on Morgan’s face in the mirror.

 

Alex ducked down to dig around the shelves under the sink, pulling out all the products Alex got for Morgan that they never bothered to use.

 

Curly hair routine products. Quality soaps and shower gels. Body scrubs and body butters. Anything that Alex thought could help Morgan’s dry skin problem.

No matter. Now Alex could do it themselves.

 

Alex knelt by the filling tub to dump a couple bath bombs in it for good measure.

That’s what Morgan needed. That’s what Alex would give her.

A good bath, delicious food, and excellent sleep.

 

And all the orgasms it takes to render her body boneless.

 

Notes:

Alex has a list of things morgan is and isnt ok with them doing in their body. but this is a comfortable habit, swapping bodies when morgan needs the dentist, that they have been doin for years at this point.

Morgan is currently using alex's body to figure out why their big reactor engine isnt working... from inside the reactor.

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Notes:

Yes, I am still writing these. No, I do not have a timeline. *finger guns* You get them when you get them.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Trees's S and D Tier Fics