the corn maze
alex the farmer x fem!afab!reader
contents: exhibitionism, public, almost caught, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, slight degradation, spanking (f!receiving), spit, choking, piv, fingering (f!receiving), mention of breeding, overstim, ask to tag
w/c: ~2.7k
from the cottage: the corn maze was a big hit this year! odd how all those puddles got in the hay, though. it didn’t rain…
++Love ++Exhibitionism
it had been your idea to open up a corn maze this fall.
granted, it was a hell of a lot of work, given the amount of corn that needed to be grown into an intricate pattern, making sure there was enough hay on the ground so mud wouldn’t permeate through and get everyone’s boots dirty. the preparations had started in late summer, and now, by late fall, your shared side hustle was booming. the young orphan kids all pooled money to take the bus and get out to the farmlands to enjoy the fall festivities, some of the townsfolk drove their way out to see what the two of you had put together.
you huffed as you lugged over one of the last hay bales into the cow feeders, wiping your gloved hands on the front of your dress before walking over to your long-term boyfriend (“s’ already like we’re married, don’tcha think? i can get ya a ring, but yer already my li’l wife.”), peeling your gloves off and holding them out for him to take. “cows are fed. did you feed the dogs?”
“mhm,” alex hummed, taking your gloves and shoving them in the back pocket of his overalls for now. “dogs are fed, horses are gettin’ ready to be turned in. sun’s still high, though.”
you glanced up towards the early dusk sun, the bright orange burning your eyes a bit, but making you smile. “true. and there’s still plenty of people coming in to run around the maze… have you gone in at all yet?”
“hm? no, i haven’t. been too busy makin’ sure everyone paid before going in.'' he took his hat off to run his wide fingers through his hair, keeping it away from his forehead before setting his hat back down.
everything he did was attractive, somehow.
“i haven’t been inside either, not since we laid the hay down.” you cocked your head slightly, smiling up at him as you reached for his hand. “you wanna take a try with me?”
“i mean…” he furrowed his brows in thought, glancing over to where the cattle were munching on the fresh hay, where the dogs were barking at a snake slithering under the fencing of the chicken coop.
“please? we can take a little break, right? we didn’t take one at lunch, so…” you trailed off, flashing puppy eyes at him, and you felt him deflate with a sigh and squeeze your hand.
“i s’pose we can- woah!” alex let out a grunt as you suddenly yanked him forward, tugging him towards the entrance of the maze you had both worked so hard on. he caught up, of course, smiling down at your happiness as you both stepped onto the well-trodden hay path and started your journey.
in hindsight, you thought as you rounded another corner, and then another, and then another, perhaps you should have drawn a map.
“didn’t we pass that stalk five minutes ago, babe?” alex quipped from behind you as you turned left down a passage you thought you definitely hadn’t been down before, only to find yourself in a clearing completely surrounded by corn stalks on three sides. another dead end.
you groaned and put your head in your hands, turning to face your boyfriend and walking right into his chest on purpose. “we’re lost.”
“we’re not lost, we jus’ took a wrong turn somewhere…” alex mumbled, tipping his chin down to kiss the top of your head. “it’s fine. here, rest up, huh? lemme see if i can take a look over the stalks…”
he put his broad palms on your sides and guided you towards a hay bale that was set up for people that were in your situation, lost and trying to get their bearings from being turned around so many times.
the backs of your knees hit the bale, and you collapsed onto it with a soft oof, dropping your hands from your face to look up at alex as he walked towards the left wall of corn and tried to tug some of it down.
“alex, no, c’mon, don’t break the stalks, there’s still a few more weeks of fall…” you whined at him, causing him to give you a look over his shoulder.
“we’re lost, babygirl. i don’t give a shit if i tug down a few stalks. we got hundreds more.”
“but i grew these all myself!” you pouted at him, that old brattiness bubbling up as you simmered in your frustration. “don’t be rude, why don’t you put me on your shoulders or something?”
“i can handle it, doll,” he sighed, already sensing in the back of his mind that you were staring daggers at his back as he tugged some of the stalks forward again to see over them.
“alex, seriously, let me get on your shoulders. you’re being stupid, don’t ruin the maze.” you got to your feet, and managed to get two steps in before he turned around and had one of his large hands clasped around your neck. he didn’t squeeze, not just yet, but he grabbed you, effectively scruffing you and making your mouth shut tight.
“i said i got it, baby girl. where’d your attitude come from, huh?” he tilted his head, blocking your eyes from the sun and standing you in his shadow. you saw the glint of his eyes perfectly now, the burning of his red hair under the brim of his hat, the sweat from a day’s work and all the walking you both just did beading at his hairline.
you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat bob under his hand. “i just don’t want your big hands to tear a new path in the maze. it’s cheating.”
“cheatin’?” he knitted his brows together as he applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck, “what’s cheatin’ is makin’ me wait until all these people get home for me to touch ya.”
your breath hitched as you felt his other hand snake along your side. for a brief moment, you recalled far earlier in the day, when the guests had started to arrive, when he tried to bend you over the porch railing and take you right there. you had pushed him off and promised him later, honey, we’ll get caught out here!
“alex, we can’t, not here, there’s-”
“i bet yer still not wearin’ anything under here, hm?” he glanced down at the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing over it before flipping the skirt up to reveal your bare pussy to him. you hissed from the breeze and squirmed to get away, but he just gripped your throat tighter.
you knew he could see how you were already getting wet for him.
“we’re lost, ‘member?” he asked, pulling you in close to him, bringing his chest to yours as he studied your face. “i don’t think anyone’s come by this li’l corner since we got in here. think you’ll let me finish what i started this morning?”
you didn’t really get a say, nor were you going to stop him.
he let go of your throat to spin you around to face the hay bale you had been sitting on, pressing his chest against your back to walk you over to it. his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were forced forward, hands landing on the gritty straw with a whimper of discomfort. “alex-”
“aht. manners, doll, since ya wanna catch an attitude with me.” his hand came down on your ass over the thin material of your dress, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet.
“sir,” you breathed out, correcting yourself as you pressed your ass back against the growing bulge in his overalls, “we shouldn’t, we’re gonna get caught! someone’s gonna-”
“quiet,” he retorted, leaning his weight over you and reaching a hand around to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “you keep whinin’ about gettin’ caught, but you just keep on yappin’. why not try moaning instead, baby?”
you whined when you felt him grind his bulge against your pussy over your dress, uncomfortable with the amount of fabric between your pussy and his cock.
“please,” you whimpered out, but it sounded more like pweath with how he was gripping your face.
he hummed against your ear as he used a free hand to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips, revealing your glistening folds to the open air once again. “i know yer a slut, but ya always surprise me.” he managed to lean back just enough to spit onto your drippy hole, making you moan softly and bite down hard on your lip.
then you felt his girthy middle finger protrude into your entrance, and your head started to spin, just as it always did when he started to work you open.
alex chuckled as your head fell forward and your arms started to struggle with holding yourself up. his free arm came to wrap around your neck, lifting your head back up for you. “there ya go, baby. see? all better. ‘s a good thing we got lost, hm? finally got ya where i wanted ya this morning, all pretty ‘nd bent over ‘nd wet for me.”
his breath was hot against your cheek as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling against the spongy spot he had learned was your favorite (it had took him long enough to find it, the bastard). as you could do was whimper behind your swollen, bitten lip, trying not to cry out to avoid being caught by any of the patrons still wandering the maze.
one wrong turn by anybody could get you both caught, and the thought sent a thrill down your spine and made you gush as he inserted a second wide finger into your pulsing hole. he curled and scissored his fingers against your gummy walls, laughing quietly at your fucked out expression.
“what, does my baby wanna get caught? always such a whore, wantin’ everyone to see this pretty pussy ‘n this tight ass. better be quiet when i fill you with my cock.”
you moaned before slapping a hand over your mouth, squirming as his fingers curled just right. he flexed his arm around your throat and made you wheeze, your hips bucking involuntarily.
he was going to be the death of you.
you whined behind your hand as he pulled his fingers out from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, neglected clit hard and aching. alex used his soaked fingers to fumble with the button and the fly of his overalls, struggling and grunting until he was able to free his fat, leaky cock from the confines of the denim.
you felt the heat of his heavy cock against your thigh, your mind racing. you always cried out when he managed to push all the way in, the tip of his cock always threatening to bruise your cervix, but you couldn’t this time, not here, in the middle of the corn maze the two of you were hosting.
alex should consider himself lucky you haven’t kicked him away from you (as if you could – you were strong from years of farm work, sure, but alex was wide and far, far stronger than you were. you didn’t stand a chance).
“gonna be good n’ let me fuck you how i want? gonna stay quiet?” he mumbled into your shoulder, and you managed a nod from over where his arm was wrapped around your neck.
“good,” he purred, his voice dropping even lower as he tapped the drippy head of his thick cock against your entrance, “then keep your pretty mouth shut just this once. don’t get us in trouble.”
his teeth sunk lightly into your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound. your legs were shaking and your breath was caught in your throat, unable to stop the cry that bubbled up behind your hand.
he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper into you, groaning against your skin. it wasn’t the first time, far from it, but you always felt like it was because of the sheer size of him.
you felt his tip bump against your cervix and his heavy balls smack against your clit, making you twitch harshly. your legs, feeling like gelatin, almost gave out from under you, but lucky enough for you, alex had his arm wound around your neck.
he barely gave you time to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into you again, starting a brutal pace. he was holding you up, one arm around your neck, his other hand splayed on your stomach to hold you back against him as he railed into you with force.
you slapped both hands over your mouth as you gurgled and moaned behind them, feeling your eyes roll back as his tip kissed your cervix over and over again. it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.
“ha-ah, that’s it baby girl, just like that, doin’ so well f’ me,” he groaned against your ear, much more quiet and composed than you were.
his balls smacked against your clit over and over, the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips colliding with your ass barely audible over the sound of the wind and the people in the maze chatting with one another.
you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him grip onto you a little harder; you were close, already on the edge after being spread open by his fingers.
“close already, doll? feel that good? or is it ‘cause we’re outside, fuckin’ like animals? ‘s that it? you like being bred like this? hah?” alex laughed breathily at your trembling form, holding you up as you clenched tightly around him. your head was fuzzy and swimming, lightheaded from being pounded and from feeling like you weren’t getting enough air.
“fuck, yer grippin’ me so tight- you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over this cock right here, out in the open? c’mon, wanna feel you cum all over me, cum for me, cum cum cum-” he accentuated his words with deep thrusts of his cock inside your leaking pussy, and just as he demanded, you creamed and gushed all over the front of his overalls with a shout muffled behind shaking hands. your whole body shook from the force of how hard it washed over you, your knees buckling once again.
alex groaned into your skin and tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. he didn’t stop – he never did until he could cum inside your little cunt. you whined out loudly behind your hands, the feeling of him fucking into you just as hard and his balls smacking against your achy clit slowly becoming too much to bear.
your squirming seemed to egg him on, however, as the hand splayed on your stomach wrapped around your form to pin you to his chest, keeping you steady on your feet. “gonna cum inside this fuckin’ cunt, yeah, gonna fill that little hole up with my cum, oh g-god-”
it didn’t take him too much longer to moan out into the open air and fill you to the brim with cum, almost immediately forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock as he fucked it deep into you. you whimpered with him, eyes fluttering and tears cooling against your cheeks.
alex chuckled softly as he slowly, slowly pulled out of you, softening cock popping out and leaving you clenching around nothing. you shuddered as you felt his cum start to drip from your hole, but his fingers were there to save the day, pushing it back in. “don’ waste it…”
you panted and finally removed your hands from your mouth, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. “you’re insatiable.”
“not my fault you got us put in a secluded spot without li’l panties on.” he shrugged, ever relaxed, even now as he held you up from falling.
“how are we supposed to get out now? i can’t walk…” you whined at him, and he chuckled as he tucked his cock away with one hand, using the other to support your weight.
“i know where the exit is. i’ll just carry ya.”
“you knew?!”
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Inky beloved I'm feeling down in the insecurity dumps... How much would it be for soft thoughts of the LI's? Do you do commission headcannons or no
shush, i still do normal headcanons but am big tired and stressed out but big worried so lemme shoot off some soft headcannons
content warning. uh... implied past trauma for kylar. drug taking with alex.
Robin
Has plushie from when their parents were still alive and holds it very dear. Knows some of the others make fun of them for it, but they need it by their head every night or they struggle to fall asleep. In fact, its a plushie of a character in one of their games, the first one they ever played and its partially why buy the game console. The longer you're in a relationship, they start to shyly bring out the plushie more, feeling safe that you won't make fun of them. By the time the two of you leave the orphanage, they don't need the plush to sleep, but you two happily keep it by the bed still.
Kylar
They want to take a bath with you.
Hear me out, its partially not horny. But Kylar struggles with being completely naked due to trauma. This includes washing themselves and changing clothes. The reason they were first bullied was because they stopped changing clothes and stopped showering and its taken a lot of therapy for them to clean up as much as they have by the time they meet you. You might never know what happened to them, but they will show their utter trust in you if they ask you to bathe with them. Them leaning against your chest, almost fully submerged in the bubbles, happily letting you wash them. If they gain enough courage, they might start something naughty, but mostly if you two, the bubbles, snuggling and the rubber ducky bobbing past.
Alex
They prefer drinking to getting high but one night they do wanna get high with you. Just lie back and stare at the stars, feeling the world take one step to the left as you and Alex stay still.
Being high means that they aren't grounded, like they usually feel when they're drinking, it means that they're gently floating. One time Alex got high with their siblings and got so spooked they hid away and cried for ages. They liked it at first, but their trip turned bad. But there's no way their trip would turn sour if you're there, holding their hand and giggling your head off.
Avery
One day, Avery will pick you up for a date and take you back to their house instead of a fancy restaurant or a party. They will park in their drive way and sigh softly before looking at you.
"I need your eyes on only me tonight."
You protest that your eyes are always on them but they just give a small smile and get out. You follow them to the kitchen and they make a okayish meal, its nothing... Great. Just scrambled eggs and toast with some warmed up pre-cooked sausages, but just compliment it and they will kiss your temple.
They lead you to their room and just lie down, and hold you close as they sleep. They don't share what happened, but it must have been bad. They don't initiate sex but they press their nose into your neck and their hand against your stomach. They wish to hold you, for you to only be there for them, not the fancy surroundings for once.
Eden
Eden would capture a wolf pup for you. Will come home, covered in scratches, but if you ever wanted a dog, he'd be shuffling in, a tiny pup in his arms, sniffling at the air and yapping softly.
Now, don't get me wrong, Eden will say its up to you to look after them, but they will become that meme of the dad with the cat they didn't want. Makes a lil dog kennel for it, will make its food, will train it to heel and hunt and roll over.
Eden mainly wanted the pup for protection. It will grow up, strong and powerful, and it will protect their greatest treasure. They make sure that the wolfpup will shield you from anyone and anything if Eden can't.
Sydney
Their biggest want in life is to wake up and go downstairs and see you and Sirris chatting away, maybe making breakfast.
Sydney hasn't been able to have a stable home since their other parent passed away, and its been... Rough. Sirris has done well, but there's a reason they took refuge in the Temple, as it symbolized a second family for them.
But you came along.
So, even if Sydney either falls deeper into corruption, or stays pure, they wish for family outings, movie nights, cooking dinner all together. They want Sirris to adore you like another child, for you to wake up beside them and coo them awake. They want to hold your hand underneath the blanket, they wanna play footsie underneath the table at a restaurant as Sirris chats away about fun facts about the shrimp they just ordered. Sydney wants to take your hand, at the end of a fun night together, and have Sirris hug you both goodnight, before falling asleep, curled around each other.
Whitney
One day, they will pick you up in a rusted pick up truck, that their parents sneered at. One day, they will give you 10 minutes to grab your shit and put it in the back, maybe with a rucksack at your feet. One day, Whitney will be the one to drive away, and the only thing from this shit town they bring with them, is you.
Maybe its just a road trip, maybe its for life. Whitney can't see anyone else they would fight over space with in the backseat when trying to sleep. No one else to try to help them figure out the outdated map they stored in his desk from years ago, a promise to their future.
Whitney wants it all. The shitty coffee you two share, the way you two take turns to sleep. The uncomfortable sex in the backseat, the arguing, the make ups. The excitement of exploring a new life with no one but the only one who could actually love them beside them, their legs tucked underneath them in the front seat.
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