#Alex Cross fanfiction

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Baby, I'm Yours

Pairing: Alex Cross x John Sampson x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, threesome, D/s lite, SMUT, PWP, PIV, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, praise kink, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm denial, use of vibrator, rope, and blindfold, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some. There is a tiny spoiler if you never read the books or watched the first episode.

Summary: You traveled often for work and it was rare to make it back home to D.C. But when you did, your first call was always to your very best friends, John Sampson and Alex Cross. Falling back into old routines, you reminisce over your college days. But, when things turn steamy, both men prove that they still have some tricks up their sleeves.

Word Count: 7,300k

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A/N: If you see this, no you didn't. Can you blame me????? The first five minutes broke me. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Your hand paused on the restaurant’s doors as you caught a glimpse of your two favorite guys in the entire world through the glass. They never aged a day, both always looking good as the day you met in college. They had a little seasoning now but just looking at them had you out of breath.

John had let his beard grow out, nice and thick. Alex wasn’t too far behind, with a sheen on his beard from the overhead lights that just made him look extra delicious. These men…

You sighed and opened the door and a cold blast of wind hit you in the face, whipping up your hair. You fought with stray hairs as the hostess greeted you and asked for your name. “I’m meeting up with friends, they’re over there,” you said, pointing to your men.

Two of MPD’s finest and they were clueless that you had even walked in. They were engaged in some kind of intense conversation, heads bent towards each other. The hostess took your coat but you only had eyes for them. This. This was what you needed.

On the rare occasion you swung back home, your first stop was always them. Always. 

Finished with the hostess, you made your way through the new and hip restaurant that opened up. It catered to the yuppie Georgetown crowd with its distressed white brick, low ceiling, and mason jar candles on every table. It was supposed to give off old money vibes while remaining current. It only came off pretentious.

“I seem to have found two handsome men who have no business being single at their big ages,” you said by way of announcement. 

John and Alex had their heads ducked close to each other, but each lifted their heads at your announcement. John broke into a wide grin, immediately standing up and giving you a hug. He smelled so good, like honey bourbon and woodsmoke. His thick arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in the way you secretly craved. He made you feel tiny and delicate. Soft.

Alex was slower to get up, that rare grin on his face transforming him into someone more boyish. He stood up and tapped John on the arm. “Let our girl go. Hogging her and shit, man,” he said. 

He pried John’s arms off of you and you giggled while Alex took his turn hugging you. He smelled equally as delicious with something more subtle, more clean. You inhaled deeply and felt your body relax in the presence of two such strong men. 

Alex held out your chair for you and you sat down first, because you knew they wouldn’t until you did. There was a glass of wine already waiting for you. You looked between the two, narrowing your eyes.

John hid his grin behind his hand but you turned your attention to Alex. He lifted an eyebrow at you and you tapped the side of the glass. You lifted it and took a tiny sip, sighing in pleasure at the taste.

“Alex ordered this for me,” you said.

John slapped the table and laughed, looking between the both of you. “You just as bad as him. How did you know?” He asked.

“You have a tell, Johnny,” you said. 

John groaned playfully and rolled his eyes. “Beautiful, gorgeous, love of my life. What must I do to get you to stop calling me that?” He asked. 

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “Give it up man, she just likes the way you respond when she does,” Alex said.

You rested your chin in your hand and looked at him. “Are you trying to shrink me, Sugar?” You asked.

John laughed while Alex’s shit eating grin fell from his face. “Alright now,” he said.

“Oh, he can dish it out but can’t take it, huh?” You asked and laughed. A waiter swung by and handed you the menu. You googled the menu before you arrived. You didn’t want to dilly dally. You were only in town for a few days and you knew they were in the middle of a tough case. You didn’t want to miss a second of tonight.

“Alright boys, you know the drill. Drop them drawers,” you said. 

Johnny and Alex laughed, shaking their heads at you. You were oh, so, very serious but it was time to eat first. You all ordered your respective dishes, getting right back into the swing of things as if you never left Washington D.C. 

Alex and John regaled you with all the little things you missed. Things Jannie and Damon had gotten up to. 

“Yeah, Damon got accepted to early Mozart,” Alex said, beaming with pride. His little cheeks puffed out and you fell even more madly in love with him. 

“Get out, really!” You said. “Go head, Damon. I know that was Maria’s doing. She always played so beautifully,” you said. 

Alex’s eyes dimmed but it didn’t snuff out. Not like before. You looked at John who gave you a subtle nod. You took a sip of wine to hide your own nod of acceptance. Good. John had your boy’s back, as always. 

“She really did. He plays just like her,” Alex said.

“I’m so glad. Let me know if there’s ever a recital. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’ll catch a quick flight or train right back here for that!” You said. 

Your food arrived and you thanked the waiter. Steam rose off your lamb covered in a light gravy drizzle, with mashed potatoes with chives, and a vegetable medley. It smelled delicious and the taste was even better. You took a bite, moaning at the taste.

“That never gets old,” John said with a chuckle. He opted for a good old fashioned steak, nearly mirroring Alex’s plate down to the sear marks. 

“Oh hush. Ya’ll act like ya’ll don’t enjoy food too. Like when we were shit faced at three am trying to look for a taco spot,” you said.

“Oh, see, why you gotta bring that up?” Alex groaned, cutting into his steak. 

You giggled, pointing your fork at him. “Because a certain someone thought it’d be a great idea to sing in the quad,” you said. 

“She is never going to let you live that down,” John said with another chuckle. You looked at him and savored that deep chuckle. He was so damn fine, so warm, so welcoming. Your panties had been damp since the moment you stepped into the restaurant, but the more you spent in their presence, the more your panties were soaked. 

“Says the man who ran naked through said quad on a dare?” You asked and swung your gaze to him. John grimaced and dug into his food, muttering under his breath.

“You know, she fails to realize that she’s the mastermind behind all of these little dares and mishaps. Was it not her idea to get shitfaced at 3am instead of studying?” Alex asked, bringing a piece of steak to his mouth. 

He wrapped his lips around the fork deliberately, methodically, and your eyes dropped to his lips as he chewed. He even licked the corner of his mouth. Bastard. You shifted in your seat while John leaned back in his.

“Yeaah, and wasn’t she also the same one who dared me to streak?” He asked. He gave you an assessing look. The type of look that could probably melt the North Pole. You blinked innocently at both of them. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I offer suggestions. You two are grown. Little ole me can’t change your minds,” you said, making your voice extra sugary sweet. You took a tiny sip of your wine and cut into your lamb once more.

The table was so quiet, other sounds of the restaurant started to filter in. The clash of silverware on plates, cups hitting the table, chatter. You looked back up to see twin expressions of “bullshit” stamped all over their faces. 

You burst into laughter, hiding your mouth behind your napkin lest they see any food. Your stomach cramped from laughing so hard, pushing the napkin into your mouth to muffle your sounds. 

“Ya’ll gon’ get us thrown outta this fancy place,” you said.

“Us?” John asked.

“Girl, you must have our roles reversed. You have always been the dangerous one here,” Alex said. He leveled you with a stare hot enough to make heat flash through your body. Your thighs tingled so you looked away, allowing him that small victory. But your eyes only caught on John’s, whose eyes were on fire. You were pretty sure he was undressing you with the way his eyes slowly drooped down to your generous cleavage. Your dress grew a little tighter.

Your lower belly flipped with desire and you struggled to swallow. Did they turn the temperature up in the restaurant? Good god, you were not going to survive the night. You took a deeper pull from your wine glass. 

“I am the innocent one here. An innocent bystander in your shenanigans. A passerby, if you will,” you said. 

John and Alex shared a look before erupting into laughter, shaking their heads and mumbling to each other about the crazy things you got into as a youth. You waved your napkin in their direction.

“I can’t stand ya’ll,” you said with a giggle. 

You updated them on your work and the last few places you visited. You sat back after your meal with a contented sigh and draped the napkin across your lap. “I hadn’t stayed long enough in the past few cities to even visit anywhere. I was in New York last week, didn’t even make it to the museum,” you said and pouted.

“Whaaat? You didn’t get to visit a museum you’ve been to at least a hundred times?” John asked. 

“Shut up,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him. He lifted an eyebrow and you schooled your features, giving him a sweet smile. “It’s still one of my favorite museums, so yes, I have the right to be bummed.�� 

Alex chuckled. “Do you remember when you came up with an entire, elaborate plan to break into the museum just to see the tattoo exhibit?” Alex asked.

“Can you blame me? Tattoos are art,” you said. 

John huffed. “Tattoos are a statement. Nothing more, nothing less,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes and looked to Alex for help. “Will you get your boy?” You asked. 

Alex chuckled and waved off John. “We had some crazy times, didn’t we?” Alex asked looking between you and John.

“Crazy, amazing times,” John said, looking pointedly at you. You fingered the stem of your glass, trailing your nail against it. 

You grew unexpectedly shy, feeling as if this was somehow new and familiar all at once. Every time you all came together, it was like lightning in a bottle. You wanted to store it and stare at it, day after day. Night after night. Forever. Instead, you smirked at both of them. 

“We gotta create new memories too,” you said, finishing off your glass. 

“I like the sound of that. Sugar?” John asked, not even glancing at Alex. You did, however. You always worried what this was like for him. If he even enjoyed it. If it somehow hurt him. 

Alex glanced at you as well, giving you a wink. “I think our girl is used to getting what she wants. And she’s been mighty quick with the jabs tonight,” Alex said, lowering his voice. You gasped softly. You looked to John for help but he only smiled and leaned back in his seat.

“Quicker than the Greatest himself,” John said.

You giggled to hide the fact that you didn’t know what to fucking say. You always had some kind of lick back, but fuck, they were making you sweat tonight! You shifted in your seat and shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I get what I want? Don’t I deserve it?” You asked, turning doe eyes to John. 

He faltered, his lips parting a fraction. You blinked a few times and reached out to touch his forearm. “Haven’t I been good?” You asked. 

“And she fights dirty as hell,” John said, shaking his head and recovering. Alex’s chuckle brought your attention to him and he leaned forward, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“She thinks you’re her ally,” Alex said.

“You can’t read minds, Dr. Cross,” you said, leaning forward to match his energy. 

Alex hummed and nodded his head. “You wanna test that? Want to see if John’s on your side or mine?” He asked. 

You looked back at John who had leaned forward as well. You stared into his big, warm brown eyes. His eyes narrowed, testing you. You tilted your head. He lifted an eyebrow. “Game on, Sugar,” you said to Johnny with a wink. 

He chuckled as Alex called for the check. The anticipation nearly killed you as the waiter approached. He told the waiter, no, you did not want dessert. You shrieked and Alex chuckled, requesting one slice of chocolate cake to go. You grinned with a giggle. You were going to need something after they wore you out!

“Always getting what she wants,” John said, shaking his head. 

“That’s what she thinks anyway,” Alex said. 

You glanced between them, at the shared looks and smirks. You gasped and pointed to both. “You’ve been plotting!” 

They laughed. John shook his head. “Why would we do that?” Alex asked with a wink. The waiter returned with Alex’s card and the chocolate cake in a small paper bag, cutting off your protests. 

You sputtered as the men stood up. John pulled out your chair while Alex grabbed your hand and helped you stand. John whistled low and hummed. “Missed that ass, for sure. You look beautiful. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he said.

Your thighs practically burned at this point. Tingling pinpricks of desire. “You can make it up to me in about ten minutes,” you said.

Alex stepped closer to you and lifted your hand to his mouth. He kissed the inside of your wrist, sliding his rough hand against your softer one. “For someone so drop dead gorgeous and intelligent, you still don’t see the danger you’re in,” he said as softly as if reciting poetry. 

“Danger?” You said.

“Mhm, you sure you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning?” John asked. You looked over your shoulder. You forgot that quick how damn tall John was. You craned your neck as he tilted his head down at you. 

“Oh, we’re cocky tonight,” you said. 

John answered with a grin. He stepped back and allowed Alex to take the lead on escorting you out. Alex grabbed your coat from the hostess and helped you get in while John went ahead, grabbing his car from the valet. 

While you waited by the booth, you stood between both men not feeling an ounce of D.C. weather. Earlier, the wind about your ankles at the bottom of your dress was cold enough to make your teeth chatter. Now, there was just the inherent heat rolling off two powerful men. This was it. This was heaven.

You smirked at your own little joke while the valet brought John’s huge truck around. John helped you climb into the front seat while Alex took the back. “We couldn’t take Alex’s car…?” You pouted. It was damn hard to climb in heels, in the winter, after a six hour flight with a screaming baby in your ear. 

“I can’t fit in that matchbox car,” John said, pulling away from the restaurant. 

“Hey, easy,” Alex said. You giggled and turned around to look at him. 

“I happen to like your car,” you said. 

“Sucking up gets you no favors,” Alex said.

You gasped. “I was not sucking up!” You said, offended he would read you so well. You turned back around with a small huff and John laughed. 

“You would like his car. It’s low to the ground so your ass could fit,” he said. 

You shrieked again, turning wide eyes to Johnny. “You take that back,” you said.

“Is she…did she try to give me an order?” John asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Alex. Alex’s dark chuckle was downright nasty. Your belly clenched listening to it. 

“You know what, I think she did,” Alex said. They laughed and joked on the short ride to your hotel. Somehow this morphed to an understanding that this would always take place at your hotel. 

Alex had his kids and Nana Mama at the house and while John’s bed may have worked, you all agreed that you needed the biggest bed available at all times. Plus, at the hotel, you were guaranteed not to be interrupted. 

John slipped into an available parking spot and you led the way inside the upscale hotel. Alex whistled as he saw it and you waved him off. “Oh you know the company, looks matter,” you said, waving him off. 

At the elevator doors, the boys naturally took up their places on either side of you. You almost felt like royalty, getting escorted by bodyguards. Very sexy bodyguards. This was like every bodyguard romance you ever read and you grinned. 

An older couple joined you just as the gilded elevator doors opened. You pinched your lips but didn’t say anything. Fuuuuuck, you hoped their room was on the next floor or something. You wanted to tell them to catch the next one. But John put his hand on your lower back and pushed you inside when the doors opened.

You followed, if only to hurry everything along, and the couple entered behind you with a smile. Before the doors closed, a man in a hotel uniform entered carrying fresh towels. Good fucking grief. 

You shifted your weight to one of your heels, putting you closer to John. He wrapped his arm around your back, hand sliding down to your ass. You gasped, looking up at him and he licked his lips. “Behave,” he mouthed to you. 

You ran your tongue over your canine, ready to tell him about himself, when he squeezed your ass and you almost collapsed against him. The elevator rose and rose and rose while John fondled your ass. You were all the way in the back and everyone else faced forward. The gilded elevator was shiny enough to show parts of your reflection and you looked at John. Was he aware? Was he doing it on purpose? This seemed new, even for him. 

You gasped again when rough fingers grabbed your thigh through the slit in your dress. You turned to Alex who winked at you. The elevator stopped and the staff member got off to deliver the towels. 

The doors slid closed and then the ascent made you jerk. But the dueling hands on your body, pawing at you in public, made you tremble with need. You had other lovers, some you tended to hit up when you reached their city again, but there was no one like your two best men. Absolutely no one. They worked in tandem, pushing into your fleshy skin as if it were practiced.

Your clit throbbed, pressure building in your lower belly. You were going to faint, you just knew it. It took all of your concentration not to fall to your knees and suck them both off in the elevator. You knew a guy who could break into the hotel’s security cameras and delete the footage.

The elevator mercifully dinged again and the old couple waved and said goodbye as they got off. Without the cover, John and Alex’s hands disappeared to save your modesty. Fuck that. You were panting and shaky, beyond horny. 

“You do not play fair,” you said, breathless. 

“Never did,” John said as the elevator stopped on your floor. He held the door open for you and waited for you to pass him. Alex followed behind.

“Never will,” Alex said, placing his hand on your lower back and walking with you to your door. Johnny was almost like a real bodyguard, standing a little ways behind you since the hallway wasn’t that big. 

You rolled your eyes as you approached your door, opening it, and the men let you inside first. You turned on lights as you walked further in, immediately shucking off your heels. You moaned as your feet sank into the plush crimson carpet. 

The door closed and then some of the overhead lights winked out. You turned to watch your boys stalking towards you. Alex looked edible in his dark gray turtleneck and dark slacks. He rubbed his beard, smoothing it down as he gave you a full body scan. 

John had a long sleeve wine colored shirt paired with gray slacks. You watched as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. He left the lamp light on, but crossed to your window and opened the curtains. 

City lights filtered in, turning the room from just another hotel room to something otherworldly. You were focused on John so you jumped when Alex’s hands rubbed your shoulders. “Relax, it’s just us,” he cooed in your ear. 

John smirked as he crossed the room and turned off the lamp light, bathing the room in a mix of reds, blues, and golds across your floor and the king sized bed. 

“That’s not why I’m jumpy,” you said, out of breath as if you ran a marathon. If they didn’t start soon, you were going to fucking lose it. 

“Where’s your bag?” John asked. 

“Why?” You shivered as Alex’s hands roamed your body, taking in your curves. 

“Damn girl, this body get thicker every time I see you,” he said. You nudged him with your elbow and laughed. 

John opened the closet door and pulled out your bag. “I know your nasty ass always comes…” he said and rummaged through your open suitcase. “Prepared.” He held up your travel vibrator and you giggled. 

“This sounds more like torture than a fun evening for me, boys,” you said. 

“Aww, you think this is for you,” Alex said. His fingers found your zipper and he pulled. The rip-like noise was loud in the suite. He pulled, exposing your back. His fingers followed the zipper, his finger moving down your spine. He hissed. “No bra, John.” 

John groaned, crossing the room to join you. He tugged at the front of your dress, pulling the straps down your arms. He yanked until your breasts popped out and he groaned. “So fucking beautiful,” he said.

You looked down to see him pitching an impressive tent. You reached out to cup him but John tsked at you and moved his hips away. You grunted, blinking through a foggy mind. “Aw come on. Don’t start with the teasing,” you said.

You wanted to cum, dammit. Alex unexpectedly grabbed your arms and drew it behind your back. You gasped, flush against his equally impressive bulge. You couldn’t help arching your back. He rested his head against yours, kissing your cheek. 

“We thought we’d try something a little different tonight. Trust us?” He asked. He nodded to John who tugged off the rest of your dress. Cold air and red light hit your skin and you moaned at the rough way John slipped off your dress. 

“You know I trust you,” you said. John tossed your dress against the couch on the far side of the suite. 

“You remember our safeword, gorgeous?” Alex asked. 

“Safeword?” You tried to look over your shoulder to Alex but he held you firm. Wrists clasped in his much larger hands. Fuck. You hadn’t needed a safeword with these two for quite some time. The sex was never boring, it just evolved into lots of touching and rubbing and slow lovemaking. This…this was definitely different.

John crossed the room once more, licking his lips as his eyes dipped to your nipples. He produced a rope and blindfold in his hand, your vibrator in the other. “What’s your safeword?” John asked. 

John handed the rope to Alex who tied it around your wrists. When he was done, you tested his knot skills. You couldn’t break free even if you really tried. Your thighs trembled. “L-Lemon,” you said.

“There’s our girl. She earned a kiss,” John said, leaning down to capture your lips with his. You moaned, suckling his lips and tasting the bourbon he had earlier. 

John pulled back with a wink and then handed the blindfold to Alex who promptly placed it over your eyes. You pouted, denied the pleasure of seeing them now. John moved away and he started moving in front of you, probably taking off his pants.

“Wait, so I don’t even get to see your dicks?” You asked. Maybe you needed to re-think this whole trust thing. They clearly didn’t know you at all. Best friends your ass. 

Alex swatted you so fast that it took a moment before the sting blossomed on your ass. “Oh, fuck,” you shook, knees buckling. He held you up with one arm around your middle. He pulled you against his still clothed body and then sunk his hand into your panties.

“Fuck, you been like this since the restaurant, haven’t you?” He asked.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned. He didn’t touch you. Instead, he swirled his finger through your damp hair, rubbing the outside of your slit, gathering up all the essence you leaked out. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned, moving your hips. Trying to guide his hand where you wanted. 

John chuckled. “I got her,” he said. John snatched off your panties, yanking it down your legs, over your feet, before you had a chance to yelp. You were completely bare before them and you couldn’t see their reactions.

“Only say your safeword if you mean it,” Alex said. Damn mind reader. You huffed and deflated. 

“Look at that, she earned another kiss,” John said. He gripped your elbow and spun you around so Alex could grab your cheeks and kiss your socks off. He groaned, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dueled before John tugged you away. You whimpered, leaning forward. 

“What do I have to do to earn another?” You asked. 

John laughed and kissed below your ear. “Be a good kitten,” he said. 

Your clit throbbed as John pushed you down onto the bed on your knees. Your ass hung in the air and John wasted no time giving you a few swats. You hissed after each one. He smacked your ass like a punching bag, hard as hell. Each bloom of heat went straight to your pussy, making you drip down your leg. 

You heard more rustling as Alex presumably took off his clothes as well. You missed the slow teases. The easy loving. But you could definitely get used to this. Used to the way they pushed you around. 

Soft buzzing clicked on and then John shoved it into your pussy, to the highest setting. “Oh shit!” You screamed out, falling flat on your face with no arms to support you. 

“Shh, shh, shh, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” John said. 

“Why?” You gasped, biting your bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Your body had been hyper aware all day, stuck in a state of lust as you pictured how tonight would go. The easy banter, the memories rushing to the forefront. The way you liked to give each other shit and tease. 

You barely focused during your earlier meeting, thoughts of playing hide the sausages on constant repeat in your mind. The multiple orgasms, that was your favorite part. So far, they held the reigning count for how many times you could come in one night with no break. And now….they said you couldn’t come? 

“And before your bratty ass thinks of cumming anyway, just know, you won’t like that punishment,” Alex said. “If you think John hits hard…”

You shivered and shook, your whole body bowing under the weight of that dangling thought. You were tempted to do it any fucking way. Who did they think they were? But it was really nice when they gave you your two rewards. You wanted more. Okay…fine…you’d play along. For now.

“Fuck,” you moaned as the vibrator moved as your pussy clenched around it. John kept a firm grip on it, not allowing it to go too deep inside. 

John leaned down and bit your ass. You moaned, kicking your feet. He stepped forward and trapped your feet between his legs. He bit you again. “Good kitten,” he purred. 

Once you were done fighting, he maneuvered you on the bed with ease. Until you straddled a corner of the bed. Alex stepped in front of you, pushing strands of hair from your face. You moaned, already smelling the husky scent of his heavy dick. 

It was cruel that you couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see how hard he was or if he was already leaking pre-cum. You moaned, pussy clenching around the toy once more. John chuckled cruelly behind you. “I don’t think we’re gonna have to wait that long, Sugar. She already did half the work for us,” he said.

“Naw, she can give us more. Open your mouth,” he commanded. 

You whimpered but complied, opening your mouth. You swore that you could already taste him on your tongue. You waited a beat, then two, before Alex chuckled and slapped your face with his dick.

You moaned, feeling the thick tip slap against your cheeks and bounce on your bottom lip. His pre-cum left a few wet spots around your mouth and you leaned forward. John grabbed your hips and pulled you back towards him.

You groaned, denied from both of them. “Let me cum,” you begged. Alex slapped your face with his dick. 

“I said mouth open,” he said.

You pouted but quickly opened your mouth again. John pulled at the vibrator, pushing it in and out of your dripping hole. You moaned, fucking back on it. John groaned, his free hand rubbing and squeezing your ass. 

Alex finally shoved his dick in your mouth, down further than where you would have started. Your jaw popped trying to fit all of him inside. Alex groaned, and gripped your hair to start fucking your mouth. 

The vibrator disappeared and John sank into your pussy on a long, sustained groan. Like he was coming home after being away at war for a year. They were somehow both out of sync and in it. Pulling and pushing you between them like you were a live finger trap for their dicks. 

John gripped your hips and fucked you, fingers digging into your skin, as he stretched you completely around his monster. You screamed around Alex’s dick, wishing more than anything that you could see. 

Male pleasure was its own aphrodisiac between the moans and the looks on their faces. When they threw their head back and lost themselves in you. Fuck, you never got used to that feeling of power. That feeling of sexiness that it brought. That you could tame not one but two powerful Black men. And they denied it to you. 

Alex was no better, gripping your hair and forcing you to take his dick as if John wasn’t there pulling you away. Saliva pooled on either side of your mouth, dripping down your chin. You moaned around his dick, feeling it rub against the inside of your cheek.

Pressure built in your lower belly. Your moans turned frantic, desperate, as you rode them both. As a unit, they both stopped pumping into you. 

“Nooo,” you moaned around Alex’s dick. John treated you to a smack on the ass. He gripped your hair out of Alex’s grasp and pulled you back to lift onto your knees. 

“You. Are. Not. In. Control. Right. Now,” John kissed into your neck and ended it with a lick. Alex grabbed your breasts in his hands, smashing them together so he could lick both of your nipples.

“Fuck,” you moaned. Alex stopped and then the bed dipped as Alex climbed on top, kneeling in front of you. “Now take his dick like a good kitten, and you’ll get to cum. Suck him real good. I’ve seen that nasty ass mouth suck him dry in five minutes flat. Can you beat that?” John asked, nibbling at your earlobe.

Um…what? Your mind was a blur. Empty. Gone. Deceased as Alex shoved his dick back into your mouth and fucked you like there hadn’t been a factory reset on your brain. Your instincts kicked in, aided by your fierce competitive side, as you busted out all of the tricks. It was no longer about playing their game. You just wanted to beat your personal best. Alex moaned and gripped your throat, alternately squeezing and letting go.

John kept his grip on your hair as he fucked into you, slamming your ass on his dick. Loud, lewd smacking and sucking filled the room. Filled with frantic, rushed groaning and grunting. Your moans were pornographic, sucking down Alex like your life depended on it. 

You used your tongue more, teasing the underside of the head while he stroked. “Fuck, fuck,” Alex moaned. 

“She squeezing the fuck outta my dick,” John moaned, slapping your ass just because. “You like taking dick, don’t you?” John asked.

“Mhmm,” you moaned. How long had it been? How long did you still have to go? You took a deep breath and trusted Alex to get deeper, down to his base. You sucked and Alex groaned, his grip on your throat getting tighter. 

“Hmm, fuck,” Alex moaned, cumming down your throat without a warning. 

“Swallow it down,” Alex cooed. “Swallow that shit.” 

You drank deeply, letting his thick cum slide down your throat with ease. Alex tapped your cheek, huffing with spent breaths. He eased out of you and let John push you forward.

“Good kitten, you earned another reward,” he said. He kept a hand on your back as he stroked into you. He pushed forward, making you take all of him, making you take him while he bottomed out and slammed his dick inside. 

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t-, I can’t hold–,” you whined.

“Yes, you can. You want a bigger reward?” John grunted.

“Yesss,” you moaned. 

“Hold on,” John said. “Fuck, good pussy. Good pussy. Good pussy,” he said, getting more and more breathless with each punishing stroke. He slammed into you one last time, unloading a thick load. He filled you to the brim. Tip throbbing against your core. 

You began to whine, limbs shaking. “You can cum, kitten,” John cooed.

You came instantly, flooded relief coursing through your veins as you added to the mix of juices spilling out of you. John fucked you through it, his dick still rock hard and lethal. He brushed against your sweet spot and you leaned forward, trying to get away.

“Mhmm, take that dick, baby. We’ve been dreaming ‘bout this ever since you said you were coming back to town. Dreaming of you taking us again and again and again,” Alex said, pushing you back into position. He kept his hands on your neck, keeping you in place.

“Fuhhh-” you cried, falling into another orgasm. One rolled right into the next one, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your body was slick with sweat. You shivered on John’s dick. Your wrists burned from trying to get loose. Trying to get away. 

You stopped convulsing on John’s dick and he sighed, slapping your ass while he slipped out of your pussy. You groaned, pushing his load out. “Fuck, fuck,” you moaned. 

John gave you one last smack and then grabbed you, yanking you to the edge of the bed and then flipped you over onto your back. You groaned. You were spent. You were done. There was no way you could survive more. 

“You came without permission. Which is okay, you won’t get punished for it. But now we’re going to play a game,” Alex said. The bed dipped under his weight as he got up from the bed. 

“How you feelin’, kitten?” John asked. 

You licked your lips. “Good,” you squeaked. 

Both men chuckled. Like it was sweet. You turned your head listening for any clues on what they were up to. 

“Are you sure?” Alex asked. They moved about the room, switching places, checking in on you as you recovered from a powerful orgasm. 

“Be honest,” John said.

“I’m sure. I can keep going. I like this,” you said. “I missed this.”

John came closer and pecked you on the lips. “So did we.” 

Alex was next to peck you on the lips and then they were gone again, leaving you on the bed alone. 

“We’re going to take turns back in that sweet pussy of yours. If you can guess correctly each time, you get to cum after. If not, we get to fill that pussy up before you get to cum,” Alex explained. 

“Both of you?” You asked. A little panicked. How could you hold off an orgasm with both of them using you until they both filled you? They said it was a set up but it didn’t sink in just how much. They were fucking you like they wanted to keep you. Like they wanted you to stay. You promised yourself that you couldn’t let them hold onto that dream.

You wanted both of them. Heaven knew you couldn’t choose. Both had qualities that you were drawn to. And while you had fun for these trysts, these passionate affairs, you knew that they would hate you eventually. That they would make you choose between them. Both were too proud and possessive to settle for anything less. 

“Both of us,” Alex confirmed. 

“Fuuuck,” you moaned, dropping your head to the bed. They chuckled, growing quiet. A pair of hands gripped you and shoved in. You were still a bit sensitive so you hissed, hands flexing, wishing you could reach out and grab them. 

The dick was huge, massive, splintering you but fuck if you could tell off hand who it belonged to. They were both big. A few more strokes before he stilled. “Uh-uh, Alex?” 

“Very good,” Alex said. He slipped out and then there was a beat before hands pushed your thighs apart. He entered you, stretching you very fucking well. To the point that you were seeing fireworks behind the blindfold. 

“J-John,” you moaned. 

“She thinks she knows us,” John cooed and leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back with hungry fervor before he pulled away, pinching your nipple as he slipped out of you. You moaned as he stepped away.

Next, hands pushed down on either side of your waist and he entered you slowly, methodically. “Oh fuck,” you moaned. “John,” you cried.

He chuckled and rewarded you with another kiss. “She’s too good at this, Sugar,” John said. 

Alex chuckled as well as John slipped out. Your lips were fucking parched, tummy ready to cave in. You were so close to the brink again. Too close to tipping over. 

One entered you for a few strokes before stepping away and the other took over. They went back and forth, making you dizzy, unable to keep up with the differences between the both of them. “Fng, ung, ung,” you moaned, getting wetter by the second. 

“Making a sexy fucking mess,” Alex moaned while he was in you, balls deep, having you making incoherent sounds, singing the national anthem in latin for all you knew. 

He left and then it was back to the silence. Nothing but your squelching pussy accepting both of them. Both of them were a perfect fit. You were pretty sure that it was John who entered you this time, slamming into you a little rougher. Your legs shook pathetically. 

You whined and moaned, a cramp stabbing you in the lower belly from the overwhelming need to cum. To release this tension. This one slipped out and your pussy was still clenching, still seeking to be filled. 

You cried in frustration, tears leaking down the sides of your face. “Please,” you whispered.

Alex’s scent washed over you as he leaned down and gave you a sweet, scorching kiss. “Which one of us entered you first?” Alex asked against your lips.

“What?” You asked. Did he…did this motherfucker really think you remembered who entered you first?????

“Time’s ticking, kitten,” John asked, slapping his dick against your pussy. He rubbed his tip through your slick folds and you cried out, twisting, trying to get away from how good he felt. 

“I-I-.” Fuck, who had it been? You tried to think past the haze, past the fog, but you were coming up empty. Fuck it, you had a fifty-fifty chance of being right. “Alex. It was Alex,” you panted, but said it with enough authority to convince them you were right. As if you could will it.

They were silent for a moment. So long that you thought you got it wrong. Fuck, how were you going to survive? 

“Very good, baby,” Alex said. He kissed you once more, moaning around your lips. He pulled away and gently pushed you to the side, freeing your hands from your restraints. He rubbed feeling back into your arms with John’s assistance. You moaned and sighed as feeling returned to your limbs. He gripped your thighs and pulled your ass to the end of the bed.

He didn’t tease, thank god. He just fed you his dick and you moaned, loudly. John chuckled, dropping onto the bed with a huff and grabbing your left titty. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking, teasing, nibbling as Alex rocked into you quickly but softly. 

John played with your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth. “Can you take me too, kitten?” John asked, rubbing his beard against your skin. You moaned, reaching out to grip and tug at his hair. 

“Let me taste you,” you begged. 

“That’s our girl,” Alex cooed as John scooted up the bed to land next to your face. He leaned on his side while he pushed his dick through your lips, stroking in and out with more gentleness than he displayed all night. You stayed connected like that, being the bridge between them.

“I’m gonn-” you moaned around John’s dick as you came on Alex’s. His dick throbbed as you flooded his dick with your essence. He moaned, stroking until he followed right after. John followed shortly behind with a soft grunt, spilling down your throat. You drank him down as well, slurping up every single drop. 

The room filled with your combined heavy breathing. Both men slipped out of you and then the blindfold was lifted. You blinked into the dark room, the window all but a distant memory in your mind. 

The city was still so bright and vibrant, cars moving up and down the road. You looked between your sexy men, grinning up at them. You yawned and stretched, your arms popping from being held behind you for so long. 

“Come on, let’s give you your real reward in the bath,” John said.

“I can’t survive another one,” you said sleepily, leaning forward to drop your cheek against Alex’s stomach. He chuckled and lifted your chin, stealing a kiss. 

“Yes you can. Unless there’s a certain word you wanna say?” He asked.

You bit your lip as you looked at him and then over your shoulder at John. His smile grew and then you turned back to Alex. 

“Lead the way then,” you said with a put upon sigh. You all chuckled as you headed to the bathroom with your vibrator where they proceeded to let you cum a few more times. 

The end.

Ya'll know me by now, I can't help it! The Secret Alex Cross Files

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An Alex Cross Joint Mission

Alex Cross & The Heartbreak Brotherhood Part 1

Main Cast: Alex Cross, John Clark, and Terry Richmond, Black Female OC.

Warning(s): 18+, Explicit Sex, Violence, Murder, Mystery, Thriller, and Drama. Grown Folks Shit.

Summary: Homicide Detective Alex Cross must join forces with former elite Navy SEAL John Clark, and former marine MCMAP instructor Terry Richmond to solve the mystery of a murderous stalker seeking revenge on all three of them. The only connection the men have to each other is a sexy femme fatale they each had an intimate relationship with recently.

Word count: 1.8K

Dedicating this one to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes !

"Six minutes

Six minutes

Six minutes Doug E. Fresh

You're on…"

Doug E. Fresh—"The Show"

Alex Cross bounced around in the front seat of his Ford Explorer in time to the old Hip Hop song blasting on his radio. From the rearview mirror he glimpsed his nine-year-old son Damon and seven-year-old daughter Jannie rolling their eyes at him.

"Y'all don't know nothing about this. Nana Mama used to play this for me when I was little to hype up my day."

Both of his children ignored him as he bobbed his head in time to Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew's "The Show". He told a little white lie to them. It was his mother who used to play it for him when he was four years old, before she passed away from a drug overdose. Alex avoided mentioning his mother because it would remind his children of their own mother, who died in a drive-by shooting a couple of years ago. The pain was still tender, yet he wanted to get them excited about going to a church picnic with Nana Mama and other children from the community center he volunteered for.

Alex had other plans for himself that afternoon. He was going to meet a beautiful woman he'd been spending time with for the past six weeks whenever she was in town. A fellow doctorate in psychology, Sasha worked for a global PR firm and traveled a lot for her job. They'd recently become intimate, and the sex was mind-blowing for him. Nothing interested him more than a sexy, intelligent woman with a body for days. He'd been reluctant to take the next step with Sasha, preferring to keep their sporadic dates platonic and fun. Spending time with her without a commitment allowed him to dip his toe back into the dating scene without pressure. She was flexible, not put off by him being a widow with children, and seemed to always know when to give him space for his home life. After four weeks of seeing each other, he crossed over into intimacy easily with her. Sasha was hard to resist. Forty-two days in, he had an itch for her that needed scratching.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Holy Comforter- St. Cyprian Catholic Church. Nana Mama stood by her Blue Honda Accord with her best friend Mrs. Whitman, waiting for them. He turned down the music and watched his children jump out from the back, grateful to be freed from Dad's old-time music. He stepped out of the car for a minute.

"I'll see you guys later…hey, have fun today," he said.

Damon and Jannie nodded, running over to Nana Mama's car. Alex's grandmother had to do some earlier prep work at the church kitchen and he agreed to drop his children off later, before he met up with Sasha at the National Mall.

"Are you sure you and Sasha don't want to hang with us? We'd like to meet your new girlfriend," Nana Mama said.

She gave him a teasing grin, and Mrs. Whitman chuckled.

"No, I'm not ready to bring people around the kids yet," he said.

He leaned over and kissed Nana Mama's cheek. Jumping back into his car, he waved at Damon and Jannie. Changing the music on the radio to something more adult contemporary, he headed for a grown-up picnic on the National Mall. He'd also been a little proactive in reserving a luxury hotel room. The four times they'd had sex had been in hotel suites that she booked while in town. She lived in Maryland when not traveling, and they both stayed cautious with their personal lives interacting just yet. They were still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase with fucking thrown into the equation now. He made plans to wine and dine her later that evening after a long "nap" at the hotel. Nana Mama knew not to wait up for him because he wanted to spend as much time with Sasha as he could before she jetted off to solve some other public figure's national reputation.

Traffic slowed him up, but he didn't fret. It was a sunny day with blue skies and he was on his way to have some adult fun after a stressful week of work. He had some vacation time stacked up, and he wanted to convince Sasha to run off to Vegas for a weekend. Janet Jackson would start her music residency there and he snagged some tickets because Sasha was a huge fan.

He parked his car in the visitor parking lot on Ohio Drive and strolled toward the spot where they would meet, carrying a fancy bottle of wine in a bag. Sasha texted a picture of herself to his phone, blowing him a kiss, letting him know she provided all the goodies for their day. All he had to do was show up. This was part of Sasha's routine on their dates. She'd plan something special or spontaneous and give him the locations to meet her where she'd make him feel like a king. He reciprocated when he could, but Sasha was part of the jet set, often overseas. Most of their time together had to be centered on her schedule of availability.

Alex wandered past other people who had the same plans to picnic in the sun. He looked around for the familiar gorgeous face with the dark mocha skin as soft as a rose petal and those lush lips he so wanted to kiss right then and there. Sasha was so fine that it made him step up his dating game, which had always been above solid before he was even married.

Checking the location pin she sent him, Alex surveyed the surroundings. She had to be late, or moved to a different spot. Quite a few tourists meandered about taking pictures. Perched on a picnic table, a light brown-skinned Black man in expensive maroon jogging fits stared at his smartphone. He glanced at Alex with green eyes and gave the international Black man head nod of "W'sup." Alex returned the nod and moved past him, keeping an eye out for his date.

Another Black man glanced around the area near Alex, checking his phone, too. He eyed Alex and dropped his gaze back to his phone as it dinged a message for him. The man grinned at his phone and faint dimples popped in his cheeks. He had on comfortable tan cargo pants and a tight, long-sleeved white shirt.

Alex sported a light blue sweater with pale blue drawstring casual pants. D.C. weather was always fickle later in the fall. Warm one minute, chilly the next.

Ten minutes went by and Alex started fidgeting while waiting. He finally pulled out his smartphone from his pants pocket and called her number.

"Sasha, I'm at the spot for our picnic. No worries if you're running late. Just wanted to make sure I'm in the right location," he said.

The green-eyed man on the bench stared at Alex when he said Sasha's name out loud. So did the dimpled dude near him. He heard a distant sound of something popping like a firecracker or a whip snapping suddenly. One woman let out a terrifying scream as her companion, another woman, fell face forward onto the ground. Dead.

A sharp, hot pressure radiated in Alex's left shoulder and several more people screamed as a blood stain bloomed like a rose and ruined his good sweater. The shock of being shot hadn't registered in his brain yet as he noticed the dimpled man near him take a grazing on the hip from the same bullet that exited Alex's body. Another shot tried to take the stranger down again, but the dimpled man jumped behind the picnic table as the green-eyed man dove over the side joining him, just missing getting struck himself by another two bullets that went through the picnic table and bench.

Alex dropped to the ground and yelled at other potential victims to run and hide. From his position on the ground, he pressed a hand against his shoulder, using his sweater to help staunch the flow of blood.

"You okay, man?" the dimpled man asked.

"Yeah, clean shot through me…you?"

"I'll live. Bullet that hit you nicked me."

Green eyes used his phone to call 911. The dimpled man looked in the direction of the gunshots.

"That's a roof shot with a high caliber rifle. A good mile away. I'm guessing the museum over there from this angle," dimples said.

Police sirens blared in the distance, so did fire trucks.

No more shots were fired.

The green-eyed man glanced at Alex's wound.

"Keep putting pressure on it," green eyes said. "I think we should stay here until help arrives. Those shots weren't random. The first shot that hit that woman was meant for me. It looked like she got in the way by accident. You were next…and then you. This was a planned hit. Someone aimed all those bullets at us."

"I'm Alex," Alex said, lifting himself to rest against the picnic bench.

He needed to collect information from these men.

"I'm Terry," green eyes said,

"John," the dimpled man added reluctantly.

"Who would want the three of us taken out? We don't even know each other," Alex mumbled to himself.

"I heard you mention a name when you made a phone call before the shots happened…Sasha," John said.

"Yeah, she was my date today," Alex said.

"What she look like?" Terry interjected.

Alex grunted and pulled out his cell phone with his right hand. He swiped a screen to the last text photo he received.

"That's her," Alex said.

Terry's eyes narrowed, and John's lips curled down into a frown. They each pulled out their phones and showed Alex the same photo and text from Sasha.

"What the hell is this?" Alex said.

Cops and paramedics arrived on the scene. Alex left Nana Mama a message on her phone, and then contacted his best friend and partner on the force, John Sampson, who arrived soon after the paramedics lifted him onto the back of their ambulance. Terry stayed around to answer questions, but John had disappeared.

On the ride to the hospital, Alex wracked his brain trying to figure out who his lover Sasha really was. Had she set them all up for murder in one fell swoop? What had he done to warrant her plotting something like that? Or was someone else behind it? John vanished without a trace, and that seemed suspicious, but would he take a chance of getting wounded like that if he were part of the nefarious plot?

Alex closed his eyes.

The first chance he got, he was going to investigate the two men that were marked for death with him.

A.N.:

Giving y'all a taste now. I'll be working on adding updates in spring of 2025, so bookmark it! I have so much to write in other fandoms, lol! I haven't watched the series yet, but Aldis is that dude and I have been waiting to write something for him. So combining him with two other hot men is a treat!

[teeresaresa]

Although I'm still in a clutch from all them filthy ass tasty ass spooky fics, if yu attempt a fluffy fall/holiday Terry/Aaron fic and yu see this tag me plssss !

I'll also take an Alex Cross, or his fine ass buddy/my babypapa John too !

Ready or Not, Here I Come! 📖✨

I'm about to start making my rounds and dive into every fic with Aaron Pierre I can find. If you're writing it, I'm reading it. No story is safe, and no plot twist will go unread. Bring on the romance, the mystery, the slow burns, the smut, and add me to every taglist.

I'm here for all of it.

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Alex Cross + Female Reader ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Cross” - Amazon Prime Series

Character: Alex Cross

@yourstrulyylauren @carefree-melanin @blackmissfrizzle 🏷

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2024

Detective Alex Cross moved along the well-known paths of Washington D.C. as usual, but paused when you stood on this sidewalk located nearby.

Despite his calm demeanor, Cross grinned and waved over, prompting your attention.

“Alex? Hi!” You opened both arms and hugged the sleeves of his towering coat, grateful.

You've worked as a legal assistant for quite some time after joining this metro area.

“On my way to the police station, but how are you?” His strong voice offered kindness.

“Can't complain. How are you?” You gently understood this question and knew that his wife passed away not long ago.

“Hanging in there. That's all I can do right now, especially for the kids.” Cross never stopped thinking of his wonderful children, even through grief.

“Of course.” You nodded. “Take care.”

“Thank you.” Alex volleyed back.

Glancing over your shoulder, you offered this smile to make Alex feel better and vanished elsewhere, leaving him.

Damn. His thoughts whispered.

[soft-persephone]

Something Real

MDNI // E // WC: 9.5k // smut, oral (w receiving), glove kink?, hand kink if you squint, John talks you through it // masterlist // rough drafts // AN: I had a time getting this one started, but as hard as it was, I also had fun and I may make it a series. Who knows?

Imani rushed down the block, flying past the few pedestrians that were up at this particular twilight of dawn. 

Raw adrenaline coursed through her veins as each leg collided with the concrete below her feet, jolting her with such force to her goal. 

She snuck a glance behind her to see him catching up with her. 

Fuck. 

He was catching up with her. She couldn’t let him get any closer. Barely a minute ago he was nowhere in sight and now he was gaining up on her.

Diggin deep within herself, Imani mustered up whatever strength she could find in her body, grunting with force, she somehow gained speed. 

You train for this, she told herself. This is what you do, its who you are, no random fucker on the street is going to take that away from you. You were going to live and you were going to win. 

Just a few more seconds and she’d be at her shop, and she could finally escape. She would win and be free.

“Aye!” from the corner of her eye, Imani saw a blur of black wool rush past her to who was behind her.

What the?

Another man was rushing towards her, but she didn’t stop. Sheh couldn’t, but he was just as fast, going step for step with her. 

He slowed down when she did, reaching out to grab her, by the shoulders. Instead of her usual sloppy slow down, she collided face first into his chest.

“It's okay now.” his velvet tone flooded her senses, “you don’t need to keep running. We got him.”

Oh God.

Imani frantically tapped at his chest with the palm of her hand when she saw his friend in the dark wool coat handcuff the man running after you.

“N-n ugh- no.” she gasped for air, half choking when she couldn’t breathe in enough, “no.”

“Alex!” Elle waved him down, quickly shifting her attention once he started to jog over, “NO!”

“What do you mean, no?” Alex huffed shortly, the condensation of his breath filling the space between them as he shoved the man to the side, so he wouldn’t be near her, but he could still hold onto him. “We arrived here, just to see this man chasing a woman who looked scared out of her mind. We can ask him questions once we get downtown.”

“A race!” Elle explained, as she turned her phone around, so he could see she was livestreaming on instagram, “she was scared of losing a footrace.”

“A footrace?” The man holding Imani scrunched his face as he held her back some to look at hers. She nodded, her chest still falling up and down.

“I wasn't doing nothing!” The man finally spoke up for himself. “It's just a thing  Citrusly does.” He huffed, shaking his head, “you beat the owner in a footrace, you get free drinks for a month. She’s only here Tuesday morning’s  5am to 6am for it.”

Imani felt like she could breathe a little better once Alex uncuffed the man.

Alex’s expression shifted to something more guarded, but not quite pleased or relieved, slightly sorry, but only slightly. He uncuffed the man and pushed him. 

“Get out of here.”

“Fucking cops.” the man muttered, brushing off his clothes.

“I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” Imani put her hand on his shoulder, looking him over as she would have done if the situation was dangerous, which it was not, but she had a business to run, and right now there were lots of phones recording them.

“I’m fine now.” He beamed at you. His body language shifting. 

“That's good.” she squeezed his shoulder lightly, giving him a polite smile, praying it didn't give him any ideas, “because of accidental arrest or not, I still won, so you don't get the one month discount.’

“Mani!” Elle scolded her, but she ignored it. 

“Are you kidding! I totally would have had it, if that man didn't tackle me!”

“He tackled you three steps away from the shop door.” You pointed at Alex’s cop accomplice, “this man didn't grab me until I stopped running which was at the shop door.” she waved her hands up as she finished proving her point, “You lost.”

The onlookers cheered and laughed, some going back inside and others going on about their day as you attempted to console a sore loser.

“Tell you what,” Imani put her hands together in front of her, “As an apology, because of my friend’s actions, I’ll give you a drink and a pastry today for free, on me.”

The man, Donnie, she just learned his name was, nodded. He had a sweet smile that went well with his light brows eyes and freckled face, a few spots on his cheeks much whiter than the rest of him. You would have been all over him in high school, but right now, you weren’t  so sure if you were up for anything with anyone.

“I’d really like it if I could also get,--”

“No more no less.” Imani interrupted with a playful smirk and a laugh. “That’s my final offer.” she licked her lips, ignoring how his eyes followed the movement. “Take it or leave it.”

She bounced back and forth on her heels, laughing softly and averting her gaze at Elle who looked at her like a disappointed mother. She ignored the smirk on Alex’s face and the coy look on his friend’s

“Alright.” Donnie relented, even taking a step back. When did he even get so close? She wondered. How did she let that happen? “But I'm challenging you again next Tuesday!” he pointed at her, smiling.

“I’ll always be here.” Imani opened the door for him and waved him off with one more smile. 

“Damn,” a rich voice called behind her as the door was taken out of her grasp and swung open wider, “mm mm mm, that was cold blooded.”

Imani huffed through her nose, praying she didn’t jump from how he startled her. 

“Right,” Alex chuckled, pushing past her in the shop. 

“Tell me what you’ll say if the same person asks you out on the same day every week, but you keep giving the same answer each time, and they can’t take the hint.

Imani shook her head and made her way behind the counter to make everyone's usual.

“Every Tuesday?” 

“And Mani’s too stubborn to actually say yes.” Elle Huffed, “He’s nic–”

Imani took the opportunity to raise the pressure of the steam wand to cut her off, blowing  a cloud of steam in front of her. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off.”

“I’m not falling fo–”

Imani did it again. 

“Will you–”

She did it again. 

“Sorry, I was actually making a drink  that time.” 

Imani placed it  in front of her. “This one’s yours.”

“Giving her a look, Elle took her drink and left to go to the usual table. Before you could ask Alex’s friend what he wanted, he was already following her.

“Does he—“

“He will eat and drink anything you put in front of him," Alex deadpanned with a hint of a grin. “He greedy as hell.”

Imani will always love her best friend Elle, but she was doing the absolute most, and so was Alex.

She  and her friend have been close since college. Truly the sister she’s  always wanted, so when she finally got the guy she’s been obsessed with since high school, it sucked that they didn’t get to spend as much time together as they used to, but Imani was a big girl, and she knows she can handle not being first in line anymore. 

She’ll settle for two.

But right now, number two was confused on why it was so important for them to meet the best friend, that was more of a brother, to the man her best friend was dating. 

“Just to be clear, I’m not the one in a relationship with Alex, right?”

“Mani!” Elle warned through gritted teeth. 

Imani raised her hands, backing off. 

“You are my family and you’re important to me,” Elle put a hand on Imani’s shoulder, “just like John is to Alex.”

Imani wanted to fold in on herself. 

She looked up at the ceiling to avoid Elle’s gaze.

“And as your family, I’d like to know where you have been in the last week. You weren’t answering  your phone and no one had seen you anywhere. Is it because of what comes up in two days?”

“No, I’m fine.” Imani shook her head,” I just needed some time alone with my thoughts. Is it healthy, probably not, but I know what I want, and I just needed to take that time.”

“So you're okay?” Elle asked softly. 

“I was in my apartment. I just chose not to pick up any calls.”

She playfully rolled her eyes and averted her gaze from everyone for a moment. They were all looking at her now, and she didn’t even know what else to say. 

Fuck, Elle for doing this to her. 

“Okay.” Imani hoped it didn’t come off as short as it sounded to her. All she could feel was her face burning and her ears muffling everything from how hot her head was getting. She shrugged off her jacket for good measure and took a large sip of her drink. 

“John,” he held out his hand, breaking the ice first, “Sampson.” He said as you shook it. 

“Imani.” She half smirked and  waved a hand in an obvious gesture, since Elle has done nothing but call it out every five seconds. 

“You have a last name, Imani.”

“Nope.”  She said, popping the p.

“It’s Lounds.”

“Like The Lounds Enterprise Lounds?” He raised an eyebrow. 

Imani smacked her teeth and leaned back, crossing her arms. 

“Now why’d you have to go and tell him.”

“So you’re his semi-estranged daughter he doesn’t like talking about.” 

“We’re not estranged.” She huffed, “I just make my own money.”

“And how’s that working out?” he chided. 

“John, don't start with her. Once she gets started, she won’t stop.” Elle smiled as she gave her input, failing to hide her smile as she did. Not quite a master at 

“Good.” Imani beamed, grabbing a cinnamon roll and picking it apart as she ate it.

“Aye,” Alex frowned, “you're wasting a perfectly good common roll.”

“It's a habit,” Imani said with her mouth half full, “it’s a test for texture. Jimmy taught me. I've been doing it all week and now, whenever I eat a pastry, I pull it apart .

Imani talked on, going into detail about texture and doughs and mouth feel as she watched John grab a muffin. 

Interesting. 

She laid out an assortment, just like she did when she met Alex here the first time. Who had a knack for picking out which one was the sweetest just by looking at it. 

Muffins could be sweet but they weren’t sweet like other things. 

“Slow down Sugar,” John brushed his hands of crumbs, “it ain’t going nowhere.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“It’s a nickname.” Elle mused.

“Sweet tooth.” Was all Alex said, focused on getting the rest of the cinnamon roll in his mouth. 

Well that explains it. 

“Why are you dressed like a  Gangbanger from LA?” 

Imani looked down at her clothes, picking at the fabric of her Dickies jacket and pulling the oversized sleeves over her hands. 

“They were Deonte’s.” She licked her lips before smiling slowly. “He was from LA and he did live that type of life at some point, but I- I think something happened and he used the last of his money to fly out here,” her chest used to feel tight when she talked about him. It used to make her shake and take her breath away, but now. . . Not so much, “so he was uh- I think that’s why he was homeless when I met him.” She nodded, feeling like that was enough for now. 

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to—“

“No, it’s okay,” Imani smiled softly, “I like talking about him.” She said in a half whisper, thinking of her long lost friend. 

No one said anything so she felt the need to interject, or rather Alex and Elle had heard all this stuff before, but the opportunity to show someone else Deonte as she  knew him, to share who he really was with anyone who listened, she’ll never pass that up. 

“He left that behind once he got here, I helped him get on his feet. . . let him stay with me. . .save up for a new place, but there wasn’t any need for that. We got so close and the housing market was shit, so I. . .  somehow, convinced him to stay with me.” She gently cleared her throat, “for good I think.”

“That’s when he started the nonprofit with you?” John graveled, his  interjection startled her. She blinked at him for a moment, remembering she had an audience. 

“Y-yeah.” She smiled. “How’d you know that?” She leaned forward, but kept her hands in the sleeves of the too big jacket, “people don’t usually know that.”

“I make it a habit to keep up with things that benefit my community.” he took a non communal sip of his drink before tilting his head and squinting at ut with a low short hum, “ You two did good work.” he shifted his attention back to her, “  You,  do good work.” 

Imani’s shoulders fell with a tension she didn't know was there. His dark eyes reflected a glimmer of. . Joy? A sort of complement of  reverence she didn’t quite understand. 

She searched his eyes, the feeling overwhelmed her, but she let it. She couldn’t stop the way she held his gaze and searched for more, eagerly taking as much as she could get in that moment, but then she realized what it was. 

He was proud of her, of Deonte and the work they did together, and the work she kept doing after his death. 

A feeling her father long since neglected to give her. A feeling she forgot she used to devote herself to once she removed herself from her father’s influence. 

“You don’t like saying thank you either, Imani?”

She inhaled sharply, leaning back in her seat. 

“I- I uh.” 

“Most people say thank you when they get a compliment.” He said casually, but there was something in the inflictions of his voice. How the colors of his tone would sway and flow across a spectrum like a musical scale. Going from something light and casually rich and pleasant to something low and imposing. 

A skill she’s sure he’s picked up to properly reprimand and deal with the criminals he may catch, but she was no criminal and there was no danger. 

So why use it so flippantly?

Her mind felt foggy, but she knew not to ask.

“Say thank you.” He took a sip of his coffee. Imani watched him intently, confused in her sudden stupor, her eyes following the micro movements of his face, his hand, soaking in the way the leather of his gloves creaked and strained with the movement. How his tongue darted to reach  the foam of  the latte that settled on the hairs of his upper lip, catching in his beard. 

“Thank. . You.” She averted her gaze, ignoring how tightly her legs were pressed together. 

“Leave that girl alone.” Alex drawled, breaking the spell, “she’s trying to have a heartwarming vulnerable moment and you keep messing with her.”

John rolled his eyes. 

“And you need to take some notes, so you can learn to do the same instead of bottling everything up until you explode, motherfucker.” 

Imani winced and let out an “ooh.”

“You gon’ let them gang up on me like that?” He glanced at Elle in mock offense.

“He’s right though.” She took a conspicuous sip of her drink. 

“Don’t do him like that,” Imani fiddled with the hem or her sleeve, feeling normal and letting her hands out of the jacket, “everyone grieves differently.”

“Exactly,” Alex held out his hand in a fist, not putting it down until she bumped it, “unh, that’s what I’m talking about. We gotta stick together.” 

 “Stick together as what?” John smacked his teeth. 

“Dead partner club.” Alex said matter of factly. 

Imani nodded in agreement. 

“I grieve different.” She said in a partially nasally tone and pitched her voice lower. “Huh.” 

“What?” Elle looked at Imani as if she was being an embarrassment, again.

“None of y’all listen to Kendrick?” Imani shrugged back.

“Is that hat an artist of some kind? Is he one of the rappers you like to listen to?”

“Elle, do not play with me,” Imani bristled. Because they’ve been friends for how long? And she still wants to act  brand new whenever she brings up the goat.

“See, this is why Jannie thinks you’re old and I’m not.”

Alex bit back a laugh, but John let it fly, not having to worry.

Elle shook her head, not taking the bait because you were in mixed company, but if it was only the two of you, she would have definitely taken it there. 

“Anyways,” she said pointedly, “I need a favor.”

Imani laughed through her nose. 

“Shoot.”was all she said, Elle already knew she’d do anything for her. 

“I need you to accept your invitation to Jonesy’s  dinner party with me and—“

“Ugh,” Amani loudly scoffed and downed the rest of her drink and grabbed her water, not looking up at Elle, “anything but that, Please.”

“It’s just for one night.” She urged, there will be lots of amazing people and you’ll even find more donors for your organization. It’ll be amazing for networking.”

“Okay,” Imani frowned, “fine fine fine.” She kept saying until Elle stopped talking. “I don’t care. I’ll just go.”

This was more than a hopeful answer for her. Ellle softly squealed. 

“You’ll like this one. I promise.”

“Please don’t,” Imani scoffed into her drink, “I don’t want you to be known as a liar off something like that.”

“I think that’s our cue to go to work.”

As Alex bundled back up and kissed Elle goodbye. 

Imani watched as John stood and fastened his coat. 

“Are you okay?” Elle brought her out of her daze. They were long gone and out the door but she was still looking out, “You seem out of it today?”

“Y-yeah,” Imani muttered into her glass of water, “just thinking about Deonte.” 

________

Fuck. Imani cursed to herself. 

Fuck fuck fuck.

She paced back and forth on the sidewalk. 

She hoped  her eyes weren’t too red. It was a bit ago and it took her a while to get here, so maybe it’ll wear off before dinner starts. She just needed to get over it by then. 

Her usual stuff was gone and she frantically kept calling her main guy until he was able to come through, but he had everything but what she usually buys from him. 

Going against her better judgment, she settled for what he had and it was way too strong and it felt way too different, and now everyone was going to know she was high and she’ll embarrass herself, and they’ll hate her forever. Then Elle wouldn’t  want to be her friend anymore, and her Dad will find out, and he’ll cut her out of his life and from the family forever. 

“Fuck!” She shouted into the night air, searching for some reprieve. 

“Mani?” 

“Oh,” she softened some at the sight of her friend, “hey.”

“Are you alright? I brought the gummies you left at my house.”

Oh right. 

She did ask for Elle to bring it. That’s where it was. 

But it was too late. She was already on some other stuff and she had to smoke it and worry that none of it stuck to her skin. 

“No, I’ll be alright without it, but thanks.” She took it and hid it in her purse, and that’s when she saw the little baggie of pills.

Fuck, she was screwed. 

In addition to T seeing her have a mini panic attack he have her the pills free of charge, insinuating she take them. 

“They’re real anxiety pills and shit. People use ‘em just to feel good, but you may want to see a Dr to actually get them prescribed. Let me know if you need something stronger or not as strong, and I’ll hook you up. Take care of yourself.”

Imani closed her purse. 

She’ll just wait until the weed wore off and she wasn’t high to take one, she might not even need it at that point. 

“Imani, let’s get out the cold and inside already.”

Huh?

Imani blinked. 

Alex and Elle were giving her odd looks at the door. 

“Sorry, I zoned out.”

She followed them. 

She needed to pull herself together. She’ll get busted at any point if she keeps this up.

“You guys made it!” Jonesy kissed her and Elle on the cheek. Alex held out a hand for him to shake, but Jonesy pushed his hand away, going straight for the hug. 

“Oh we know each other better than that, Alex.”

“Uh, yeah.” Alex patted Jonesy on the shoulder, politely putting an appropriate amount of space between them. 

“Your coats can go in this closet here.” Jonesy pointed, “Make yourselves comfortable. You all know your way around the place.” He flashed them with a smile and a slight wave, “I’ll let everyone know when dinner is ready.”

“WOW, you look gorgeous Imani!”

“Thank you.” Imani pretended to be flattered by the backhanded compliment. 

Since Deonte’s death she’s developed a nasty habit of wearing his clothes and adopting a lot of his personal style into hers. The extravagant more feminine outfits or even her own particular  style of streetwear was seen less and she wore more dickies and carhartt than anyone in her old circle  had ever seen in their life. 

“Are you planning on returning to the court anytime soon?”

“No, I left my tennis days behind me, I fear.” She chuckled lightly and moved on, making sure not to be rude.

Five more interactions and twice as many more comments about her long silky dress that hugged her curves and how the color complimented her skin, Imani felt like she had a little more control of her senses. A sense of herself had begun to return to her.

“Come here.” A velvety low voice resounded in Imani’s head, and a hand firmly grabbed her and dragged her into a half hallway half corner. 

Was that God? Some sort of Angel punishing her for everyone to see, making her an example of his divine punishment?

“What’s wrong with you?” 

Imani gasped  half a beat after he spoke, her eyes widening as she came face to face with John. 

He grabbed her face in one hand, his thumb and forefingers  slightly digging into her cheek as he moved her face up, down, and side to side. 

“Weed.” She managed to squeak through her squished lips. 

“You sure it’s just that?” He let her go, pulling up a little baggie in front of her face. 

“H-how did you?” 

“Don’t worry about that.’ He steeled. “Answer my question.”

Imani blinked, piecing together her thoughts to remember what the question was again. 

“I’m fi—“

“— no you’re not. Your friend asks you to come somewhere as a favor and you decide that’s the perfect time to get high.”

“That’s not it.” Imani hissed. “Let me answer.”

He held her gaze, but shut up. 

Good. 

“I smoke to take the edge off of being here, not to be out of it completely. Although sometimes, you do need to get that high.” She ignored the disapproval on his face and continued, “I left my usual stuff at Elle’s, so I made a quick irrational decision to take something  else, even though I knew it wasn’t going to go well because I refuse to be  here sober.”

“Doesn’t explain these pills.”

“They're back up—“

“They’re a crime.” Imani flinched at the bite in his voice. “I could arrest you just for having these. You already admitted they were yours.” 

“I just—“

“John, you made it!” Elle’s warm soft voice filtered out between them. 

“This is why we don’t bring you nowhere. Can’t show up anywhere on time. Don’t take your coat off and shit.” Alex shook his head, saying the last part lowly so no one around them could hear. 

John didn’t spare them any pleasantries and Imani must have looked as panicked as she felt, so much for being discreet. 

“What’s going on here?” Alex's expression fell, his brows drawing close and his mouth falling shut into a firm line to match John’s.

John silently flashed the bag of pills before stuffing them back in his pocket. 

“Your friend is high, out of her mind.”

“Is that why you said you didn’t need the gummies?” Elle turned to look her in the eye, but Imani turned, not wanting her to see the look on her face. But Elle stepped closer, gently grabbing her shoulders. 

Imani kept her gaze cast to the side. 

“Mani,” Elle whispered, “what did you do?”

“I called Tony and he didn't have what I wanted, so I had to take what he had and then he recommended these pills  he said  they was for anxiety or something like that because apparently he thinks I have it or that something’s wrong with me  and offered to be my unofficially psychiatrist or some  shit but then advised I see a real one if I took these and felt like they helped but I wasn’t going to take them unless the weed didn’t work which it isn’t so once it wears off I’m taking them but I can’t now because he took them so I—“

“Mani, breathe.” She sighed. 

 Imani hated that sound, and she  hated the look on her friends’ face even more. . 

“I’m sorry.” It spilled out of her mouth. “I just wanted to feel comfortable in my skin. I didn’t want to be here.  I just want. . . I hate how they look at me.”

“It’s okay, Imani.” With a tissue, she didn’t see her pull out her purse, Elle dabbed at the tears she wasn’t aware of, “let’s just get through tonight.”

“I’m sorry.” Imani urged, desperate to show her sincerity. . Her mind not letting her come up with anything more thought out, everything she was feeling felt messier and harder to describe. 

“I know, I know.”  Elle cupped both sides of Imani’s face and brought her forehead to hers. 

“Let’s talk tomorrow okay.” She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and Imani gave her one back on hers. “No excuses, Elle added.” A smile pulling at the corners of her lips. 

“If I have to hurt Jimmy to make time for you to be with me this week , don’t get mad at me for it.” Imani smiled back. 

“And I won’t.”

Imani nodded, for some reason feeling better.

John didn’t look like he approved any more or less, and Alex’s face seemed unreadable to her. 

“Can I have my drugs back?”

“No.” John said seriously without missing a beat.

Imani rushed to him and pulled at the front of his shirt. 

“You can keep the pills. I just need the other stuff that’s in there.”

If she remembered correctly, there might have been some shrooms and a bit of weed left.

He pried her hands off his chest.  

“Are you seriously asking a cop if you can have your illegal substances back?”

“No, I'm asking a cop if I can have the  legal substances back that happen to be in the bag with the illegal ones.”

“You mean you’re illegal ones.”

“Please.” She stepped into his personal space and rested  her chin on his chest, craning her neck up as she did so she could look him in the eye.”Please can I just have the mushrooms back?”

“Oh just the mushrooms?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Yes!” Imani leaned back from him. Happily grabbing at his arms as they rested at his sides. 

“Well I’m that case,” He started to move  his hand  and Imani immediately stepped back to accommodate him,” no.” He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and straightened his blazer on his body. 

“John, don't antagonize her.” Elle lightly chided.

Alex nodded in agreement. A hint of amusement in his eyes. “Elle’s right, don’t antagonize her John.”

Imani slumped forward, letting her cheek rest on his chest as she pouted.

“What are you doing?” John said, too exasperated to even let out a sigh, ignoring both  Alex and Elle.

 His display of emotion was a delightful anomaly to Imani. How could he look so upset but nonchalant at the same time? 

“I’m not moving until you give them back.” She huffed through her nose.

“Then I guess we better get comfortable.” He murmured in a low peeved voice, flooding her senses with its bass and depth. She could listen to him speak forever. 

“Mani, no.” Elle hissed. “Get off him.”

“He has my drug—“

Alex lowered himself so he was at her level and could get in her face. “Get. Up.” He said through gritted teeth, his tone sending a chill down her spine.  

Imani  rose to stand straight, but she was not happy about it. 

He didn’t  leave her any room. She tried to step past him, but he took one forceful step forward, backing her into John’s chest. 

“Act like you have some sense.” He pointed in her  face. 

“No one told you to do these drugs and no one told you to bring them here. Be grateful John, or me, isn't  arresting you in front of your friends and dragging  you out that door.”

“I—“

He  wordlessly gave her a look, daring her to speak and interrupt him.

Imani shut her mouth.

“If you’ll do what I say, then you’ll do what he says, do you understand me?”

Imani nodded silently, not wishing to provoke him further. 

He patted her cheek and then backed up to take his place by Elle’s side. 

“You aren’t my fucking Dad.” She muttered under her breath. 

“What was that?”

“I said you aren’t my—“ 

“Dinner is ready!” Jonesy popped around the corner with a smile. 

On instinct, Imani plastered a smile on her face and shifted her body language to something casual that suggested polite conversation. 

“Thank you, we’ll be right there.” She slightly bowed her head. 

“Oh,” Jonesy paused, his brows raising, “when did you and John get so close?”

Imani was no longer resting onto his chest, but she hadn’t removed herself from his personal space. While she would no longer lay on him as he stood, she settled for resting her hands on his lower half, close to his pockets. 

She’s been attempting to ease them in his pocket and take her drugs out, but he either smacks her hand away or grabs it before squeezing very tightly until tears pricked her eyes, so she just kept them there in case there was a small window he wouldn’t notice her hand slipping into his pocket again. 

“We haven’t.” Was all Imani said, her smile unwavering. 

Adding to her amusement, John stayed silent behind her. 

She watched out the corner of her eye, as he discretely moved the bag from his pants pocket to the one  inside his jacket. 

Fuck. 

There goes plan A.

“Everyone to their seats.” Jonesy declared loudly, his voice filling the room before scurrying off with a terribly concealed grin. 

Imani was very familiar with dinner parties at Jonesy’s house. He was a stickler for order and had a flair for presentation, decoration, and all things that went into being a great hostess.

One of those things he never budged on and will always obsess over to every minute detail, is the seating arrangement. 

Childish as hell to some, and by some, mostly her, the seats were often set by a system only he understood, something about the structure to set up the perfect flow of conversation, so they never lulled and no one was ever bored. 

Imani had the same seat around the same people each night, but not this time. 

She was by John, Imani and Alex at a completely different spot by the head of the table. 

The fuck?

They were practically at the end. 

When Imani brought Elle, they were placed closer to the head but not there directly. Imani would be on the left and Elle would be on her right. 

She peered down the table to glance at Alex and Elle once more. 

He was on her right. 

Imani’s brain struggled to put the pieces together.

“Imani,” a blond woman who had a clearly younger and equally  blonde man stuck to her side. He fawned over her every movement, but the hollow glint in his eyes was off putting.

 A forced  display of desire? Or was he really that bad at hiding how much he hated the woman who was undoubtedly paying him to be here? “I heard you were investing in restaurants? What a cute adventure.”

“Not investing,” Imani took a careful sniff of her green beans before taking a bite, the accent of almonds in some type of balsamic glaze? Went really well together, a perfect way of combining flavor and texture, but the green beans were undercooked, making the dish crunch unpleasantly in her mouth, “I own a cafe and I’m slowly making my debut into the fine dining community here in DC. There’s this chef– Jimmy Raines, who reached out after visiting my cafe and trying one of my pastries. He—“

“So it’s true?” She smiled thinly, smirking, “you’re actually making food in these places? You aren’t just investing?”

“Well I, for one,  think it’s wonderful,” a brown skinned gentleman next to her interrupted, “Imani is truly exemplifying how she's the best of us each and everyday, and if she figured out a way to get income from her hobbies, then I say brava.” 

Imani gave Sharvesh a quick smile of thanks, but turned her attention back towards her plate. 

There was the option of Chicken or Pork Chop, and she went for both. 

The chicken was perfect, but the porkchop was dry, even more so  disappointing, they both were seasoned the same. The flavours were not too compelling, not even in a garlic powder onion powder way of simple and good, Only salt and pepper, but they weren’t that high quality in cuts that warranted such a simple flavor palette. 

They at least could have been basted or crusted in some type of herbs. 

The only good thing had to be the potatoes.

Fondant, to be exact. 

She made a mental note to ask Jimmy to teach her how to make them. 

“May you pass the potatoes down, please?” She had to have more, her stomach felt like it opened a portal and transformed into a bottomless pit that would never get full. 

Before she could put her fork down and take the platter, John had already reached for it, his arm more than long enough to reach over for it before she could. 

Wordlessly, he puts some on her plate for her before adding some more to his owne, 

Imani thanks him softly, and digs in, not wasting any time. 

“Can I have them back now?” Imani leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. 

“If you behave.” Was all he said in between bites of his food. 

Sighing, she takes another bite of her chicken. 

Sharvesh directs his attention towards her, ready to say or ask something else, as he takes the platter back, but John interrupts him. 

“You mind passing the chicken down here too?”

“Of course.” His shoulders drop some, but he complies, recovering with a quick smile. 

They were going dish per dish, plate for plate. If he wanted something, she also wanted that something and vice versa.

Dessert was atrocious and she couldn’t fight the indignant sound that came out of her mouth. 

It was some type of… peach cobbler inspired thing. . . Shaped cylinder made up of layers. The peaches were clearly canned, insipid, and flavorless, overwhelmingly covered in fructose. The layer of crust was dry and it fell apart in the mouth in the worst possible way. The only good thing  about it was the scoop of ice cream on the side. A terrible choice for the presentation, but at least something about it was edible. 

“Can I have your ice cream?” Imani said a little too loudly. The disgust in her voice is clear and easy to pick out  in her semi inebriated state. 

Imani was seconds away from loudly complaining, before John pinched her side faster than she could speak. 

John leaned towards her, and dropped his voice. “This is not behaving.” he hushly growled in her ear with more bite than she could physically comprehend. He wouldn't dare openly glare at her, but the threat in his voice made up for what his face could not.

She swallowed, ignoring the chill that ran down her side and the knot of warmth that quickly raced through her lower belly. 

Imani flinched away from him. Unable to fight the fear that he might do. . . Something. 

The look on his face and tone of his voice made her think of a look she remembered a mother giving her child in public one time. 

Apparently, she is acting out. 

“How was dinner? It was nice wasn’t it?” Elle questioned as they stood around once more for cocktails. 

“Don't ask a question and not give someone a chance to answer.” Imani scolded into her cup without looking up. “And then don't give your answer first.” 

“Well someone’s clearly sober.” Ellle half singed in a soft voice. “How do you feel?”

Imnai frowned, pondering.

“Upset. . . but not like, disappointed.” She licked her lips. It would be mean to say it out loud , but she couldn't fight the nagging voice in the back of her head. The thought of saying it, seeing her say it, and all the possible reactions of the words once she said them, were starting to become its own beast. The thought of not saying it at all begins to eat away at her and she now has to say it.

“Upset. . .dinner was, well it wasn’t terrible but it could have been better.”

“You and John practically ate half of everything?” Alex’s brows drew together.

“That was mostly potatoes and the. . “ She turned towards John who was scarfing down one of the “dessert cocktails, “what was the vegan dish?”

“Red pepper chickpea souffle’.”

“Hot hummus.” Imani nodded matter of factly.

“Definitely sober.” Elle said with a shake of her head and a smile.

“I’m sorry,” Alex interrupted, looking concerned, “are we just okay with Imani being rude as hell for no reason.”

Imani’s face felt like a child’s would if they’re parents told them no after they asked for ice cream. Her cheeks puffing in another pout.

“It's not on purpose.”

“She was raised to be emotionally unavailable and is learning to express herself emotionally.”

“Elle!” Imani said shortly in warning.

“She left her feelings wheel at home.”

Imani opened her mouth to defend herself, but quickly closed it in realization.

Elle was doing this on purpose. Why? 

“Ain't nothing wrong with trying to better yourself.” John interrupted out of nowhere. “The right way is always better than self medication.” he tossed his drink on the nearest tray as it went by. “But what do I know? It's not like I got a degree in psychology or anything  fancy like that.

“Nigga, done read two books sand thinks he knows something.”

Imani laughed, rolling her eyes.

They said their goodbyes and grabbed their coats, shuffling back out into the chill of the night air.

“Mani!” Elle called out.

She turned, the wind whipped at her face. The snowflakes falling into her lashes slightly obscured her vision,“Yeah?!” She called back.

“John’s taking you home.”

And he did.

“There are more things than drugs that can take the edge off” he was so close, his words rumbled against Imani’s face, pulling at something within her  and making her pussy throb. 

Her tongue felt thick as she licked her lips. 

“Like what?”

Like what included Imani’s bare  back to his still dressed chest, watching his leather clad fingers rub torturously slow firm  strokes against her clit. 

“Please. . . “ she whimpered, throwing her head back into his chest, her smooth bare  legs shamelessly spreading wider, straining against his pant legs. 

She attempted to grab his offending hand with hers to do something, anything, but he stopped her, restraining  her hands against her chest in a tight grip.

“I’m so close.” She tried again with a sniffle. His deft fingers found a way to circle the sensitive nub of her clit even slower, before sliding off down her lips and into the wet center of her pussy. He curled his fingers in an equally slow pace, fueling her desire and bringing her back to the edge. Driving her insane, but nowhere near what she wanted. 

“Look at you,” he trailed firm sloppy kisses down her neck before coming back up. Imani Relished the feeling of his lips. Craning her head back into his chest so he could trail them along her jaw. 

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy to hold her chin back, her arousal pooling between them on the bed and what was left of it on his fingers trickled down her face as his lips locked onto hers in a backwards upside down kiss. 

She keened into his mouth as he wantonly pushed his tongue past her lips to slide his tongue against hers. 

“I wonder what sound you’ll make after you taste yourself on my tongue.” He added another finger and started sliding them in and out of her at a faster pace. 

“Oh,” she softly let out. 

He brought his other hand to her clit, letting go of his cruel grip on her hands. 

She immediately brought them to his arms, squeezing tightly at his sleeves, but she wouldn’t dare stop him, not while she felt so good. 

His finger glided across her clit at a steady cruel pace. With each stroke of leather against her puffy nub she gushed around his other fingers that slid in and out  of her pussy. His thick long fingers were filling her up. 

“Look at you,” his voice was hot  and low as it brushed against her ear,  “all that talk, but you do just what I want you to.”

“Please,” she strains, somehow straining her legs wider. He responds by curling his finger into her, digging her out and hitting a spot she didn’t know was there. Her hips chased the movent, and he didn’t stop her, letting her fuck herself onto his hands.

“And you ask so sweetly” his rich dulcet tone was a song in her ear she didn’t want to end. She’d let it get stuck in her head forever. 

“You wanna cum for me?” He added another finger not waiting for her to respond. 

Imani mewled, blinking away a stream of tears as they stung her eyes. 

His words pulled at something within her. The desire had her body ablaze, but his request was adding a foreign feeling into the mix. Tinging her desire with another burning emotion that electrified her nerves and filled her with something akin to bashfulness or fear, but it was a fear colored with an excitement for more that she would never admit, unless  he made her, and something told her he could. 

He pushed down on her clit. 

She cried out against the movement, her hips jolting foward in shock, but pressing against his hands just as much, increasing the impending pressure, causing her to leak onto the hand that was sliding in and out of her. 

“Cum for me.” 

And she did. 

Her legs jolted and tensed, as she spilled into his gloved hand. 

Before she could let out any moan, he snaked his head around her to swallow any and every sound in a kiss, his beard danced against her cheeks as he did. The slide of his tongue on her matched the movements of his hand buried in her pussy as he buried them inside her, coaxing  her through her orgasm.. 

Once over, he eased from behind her. 

Imani layed back onto her sheets with parted lips. Watching with hooded eyes as John stood over her. 

She swallows the lump in her throat as she watches him enveloped his own gloved fingers  past his lips, lapping as much of you as he could off them. 

When he slid his hand out his mouth, something in his face changed, making her body flush with even more heat. The thin sheen of sweat  on her body started to burn, unable to catch up with her ever flowing desire and the man who caused it. 

He tugged roughly  at  his gloves and threw  them on her nightstand. 

Her hips dipped in the bed as she watched him unbutton his shirt, revealing the expense of flushed dark brown skin overflowing with a warm undertow of gold. 

She pant for  more, her tongue threatening to lathe out her mouth at the sight.

She needed her mouth on his skin. 

The smirk he gave her as he shoved himself out of his pants sent a jolt through her body. 

“Keep those legs open. I want to taste you.”

And taste her he did. 

Imani shoved at his head as much as she could, pushing with all her might, but he ignored her and latched his mouth on her more firmly, sucking hard at her clit. 

His bare hands felt even better, but she couldn’t take it. 

Her lips were sore and puffy and her clit was aching. 

Each push and pull of his finger inside of her brought another tear to her eye, and his mouth on her clit only made her keen and whine at the pain, but her pussy had other thoughts. 

What she registered as pain and too much, her body only felt an override of pleasure. 

Her legs strained open, pathetically begging for more and giving him easy access. She gushed and flooded his tongue with each cry, whine, and whimper. 

“Please, please, please. . .” Was all her brain would let her say through her cries of ecstasy and tears. 

“I’m giving you all I got baby,” he added a third finger, his voice against her puffy pussy making her squeeze each and every one of them, unbearably filling her up more than her mind could comprehend, “what more do you want.” 

He switcher from sucking on her clit to lathing it with his tongue. Swiping with slow firm movements. Her hips follows each one. With his tongue hitting her clit just right, his fingers stuffed snuggly inside her, and his beard scratching oh so pleasantly at her sensitive overstimulated skin, she came again without warning, 

He hummed against her, making the feeling that much more euphoric and that much more unbearable. 

He pulled his fingers out of her. As they slid out, they were followed by a hot sticky stream of her arousal. 

“You’re so creamy.” He kissed her inner thigh, smearing the mess she was making further along her body, 

He pushed his tongue in her, his beard scratching overwhelmingly at her pussy. Wet, sloppy sounds and matching slurps filled the room as he continued to eat her out. 

Imani clutched the back of his head, pulling at his hair. She’d had enough. She couldn’t take anymore and she needed to put a stop to him now or else he’d kill her. . She’d be surprised  if her knuckles weren’t raw and split in the morning from how hard she was pulling, but it only encouraged him, 

He moaned into her, making her whimper and lose her grip,

“Please. . “

She didn’t realize it until he was looking at her through her legs that she had came again. 

He looked half crazed. A hunger so deep and intense, she had to avert her gaze, but her eyes were  back on him once he made his ascent towards her. Without looking away, he crawled over her body. 

“Come here.” He said like velvet, leaning down, he trapped her in a hard kiss. Haunting her senses and  pushing against her further, swiping against her mouth more intently than he had the entire night. 

“Mmh,” she whimpered in between kisses. They were soft and keening. 

When she had made one particularly drawn out mewl his hips pushed against hers, causing his dick to smear precum against her lower belly. 

 “Mmmmm.” He broke the kiss in satisfaction. “Keep that up.”

He moved her to her side, putting one  of her legs around his waist as he settled behind her on his side. 

“You ready?” He smirked against her ear, kissing her right below it. His breath was hot. 

She shook her head into the sheets, straining her eyes shut in worry. 

If he wasn’t holding her, she’d collapse into the bed, and her pussy was worn out and tired. 

“Oh, you can take it. Don’t be like that.” The gentleness of his voice was in contradiction with the cruel way he rubbed his dick through her folds. Holding one hand at the base, he meticulously and cruelly swayed it from side to side before smacking it against her pussy and then repeating the action. 

“Mhm,”  she  whined in protest, “stop.”

“See, “ he ignored her, "you can,” he pushed inside of her without warning, “take it.”

Imani couldn’t remember the last time she felt so full. She couldn’t  remember the last time she wanted someone to fill her up. He was opening up a desire she forgot she had. 

He started with slow languid thrusts. 

“Damn, baby.” He moaned in her ear. “Damn—“

She clenched around him, making him swear. 

He thrust into her harder and she keened, her walks opening back around him.

“Just like that, keep taking it,” he graveled in her ear, “you take me so well.”

Imani mewled, squeezing tight against him once more. 

His hips snapped harder, pushing through how tight her pussy was holding onto him. 

“Fuck. . .” She moaned softly. 

His hot chuckle danced on her skin as she swore for the first time tonight. 

“You like that baby.” 

She let out a drawn out moan.

“You like when I tell you how good you're doing? Like when I tell you how good you take this big fat dick? That you let me fill you up like this? Dig you out?”

He licked his lips before kissing along her neck. 

His beard rubbed deliciously against her skin, the satisfying scratch heightening her senses. 

She let out a long string of incoherent noises, unable to talk back. 

He smirked into her  neck as he pushed her onto her belly, snapping his hips into hers at a grueling pace, her walks desperate to keep as much of him inside as they could. 

Without wanting, she snaked her hand around to grab his head and pull him closer.

“John.” She moaned.

His duck jumped inside her. 

“John.” She called out again. Her voice was soft and strained with need. 

A need for him. 

John had plenty of women who wanted him, who threw themselves at him, and sometimes it was women he may have wanted just as much, but he can’t call how many of them needed him. Not like this. Not this much. 

That wasn’t his style. That’s not who he was. That’s not how he got the name Two-John.

But tonight, he’d let himself be needed. 

But only for a moment. 

Mustering up the last of his strength, he thrusts into her harder, faster. 

She went limp under him. Her hand slipped out of his  hair and beside her head. Not taking any chances, he grabs her hands and refrains them above her head. Her pussy throbs around him and he makes a mental note of that. 

She whimpers, keens, and mewls, and shuts up.

Freeing him of thoughts of being needed. 

“You like it rough too?” He slowed down, thrusting as hard as he could with each stroke, letting her feel every inch from tip to base.

“Cum on this dick baby. Cum for me.” 

He enveloped her neck with his teeth, biting hard. She moaned  into his mouth and he moaned as he felt it vibrate in his lips. 

By some unforeseen power, she did. Imani came just when he told her too. 

She squirmed in his mouth. But as his hips slowly moved her through her orgasm as he also came down from his, she attempted to move her neck but he wrapped his hand around her throat as he bit her again,  squeezing firmly. His other hand grabbed at her hands, leaving her at his mercy. 

He let go of her neck, lapping at the intentions of his teeth before moving to her collar.

As her pussy painfully throbbed, snd the sting on her neck followed suit, an odd sensation like she was being punished washed over her as she settled down.

“John.” She called out again.

It seemed to pull him out of his trance. 

However, he didn’t move his mouth off of her without one final clench of his teeth. She whined, shuffling against his grip and the feeling of his dick softening and the condom inside her.

He peeled himself off her.

Imani felt an odd sense of Deja vu as she watched him with hooded eyes as he moved above her once more that night. 

His chest rising and falling heavily under a thick sheen of sweat. 

She had had one to match, her skin sticky as well, but she was so exhausted her lungs failed to rise and fall in her exertion. She only pant silently into the air. 

John was going to tell her he should go. 

Grab his clothes and make an exit.

But he couldn’t stare himself from her gaze. Those big brown eyes and puffy round cheeks, tugs at something within him he thought he buried  long ago, but if it did occasionally  come out it’s grave, he knew how to fight it back down into the pit where it belonged, but it wasn’t until now, after he came, did he realize he fucked up. 

“You got a bathroom?” He needs to focus on something. Focus on a task until he could find a way to leave you. 

“Other side.”

Her artsy open plan loft was off putting. 

There were no hallway walls. Every room bled into the other except for  the one extra room downstairs and the bathroom. 

He’s confident the single room above that looked over every  size of the loft, that also had no surrounding walls, was your bed. 

He grunted once he finally found the bathroom and the lined closet. Running warm water over it he made his way back. 

There were plants galore, art and other knick knacks  littered everywhere in an organized mess. An island? Oversized bar cart? Whatever it wasproudly displays an espresso machine and equipment and tools he didn't understand. 

If it’s a bar cart, it’s a waste to not have  a proper alcohol display, but to each their own. 

“If that’s your room upstairs than this is—“

“Yeah it’s Deonte’s room.” She interrupted him, fidgeting as he cleaned her up. He tried to look into her eyes and gauge where her head was at, but she kept averting her gaze. 

“Can we not talk about it?” The softness of her plea startled him. 

Reminiscent of a tone he’s heard Elle use ever so often with Alex, but not as headstrong or demanding. It was insecure, panicked, and vulnerable. 

He nodded, wordlessly climbing into bed. 

He froze as she instantly moved against him, cuddling into his side and wrapping an arm around his waist as he laid on his back. She snuggled up against him as if she belonged there, and for half a second, it felt that way. 

Unable to find an excuse, he stayed.

But as she  drifts to sleep, he keeps thinking what exactly he got himself into. 

Fucking a woman in her dead exes bed, a woman who hadn’t had sex with anyone since his death three to four years ago, sharing a moment he knew was just sex, but what did she think it was? 

But he remembers her other suitors.

 The way Elle complains when she blows off or intentionally ruins the dates she sets Imani up with.

How Elle makes side comments whenever she brushes off a guy who hits on her and asks for her number, and he settles, drifting into a sleep as deep as hers because if anyone wanted a relationship less than he did, it would be Imani Louds. 

He was sure of it. 

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[tvchi]

I’m sooooo behind on EVERYTHING!!!

But please keep tagging me in y’all’s fics. I’m liking all of them so I can read later and comment/reblog. I have another fic that I’m working on for Alex Cross. Then, I have to get back to Veiled Intentions. I literally don’t know how yall do it all. But ….. IM COMING!!!

I love yall. Bear with me please. It’s a lotta shit goin on!

[cloveroctobers]

| PART IV! |

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝔂, 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝔂. 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷' 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷! 🎶

Here you’ll find all winter works during this magical season 🎁🦌❄️🥶

b*tch who stole Christmas ~ Jimmy Holiday (Rez Ball)

santa doesn’t know you like i do ~ [Multi] JJ Maybank, Cleo Anderson, & Barry (OBX)

one of these ~ Alex Cross (Cross —Amazon series)

string of lights ~ Armando Aretas (Bad Boys franchise)

wishlist ~ Luca (The Bear)

let it snow ~ Terry Richmond (Rebel Ridge)

so yeah ~ Roman Reigns (WWE)

??? ~ Dante Torres (Chicago PD)

??? ~ Paul Cho (Beef)

[miaqc1]

English version on SquidgeWorld

Alex’s Quest (3470 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Golden Sun, Stargate [TV & Movie Franchise], Stargate TV Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ivan & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Gerald | Garet & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Mary | Mia & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Mary | Mia (Golden Sun) & Original Character(s), Gerald | Garet (Golden Sun)/Original Female Character(s), Gerald | Garet & Ivan & Mary | Mia & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Sheba (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Picard | Piers (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Jasmine | Jenna & Picard | Piers & Sheba (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Jasmine | Jenna (Golden Sun), Alex (Golden Sun)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mary | Mia [Golden Sun], Robin | Isaac, Garcia | Felix, Jasmine | Jenna, Picard | Piers, Sheba (Golden Sun), Ivan (Golden Sun), Alex (Golden Sun), Gerald | Garet, Original Female Character(s), Mya (OC), Original Male Character(s), Vaïazak (OC), Kaisa (OC), Marie (OC), Cydric (OC), Diana (OC), Granny (OC) Additional Tags: Peggy Sue et les Fantômes References, Temporary Character Death, Amnesia, Stargate - Freeform, Wizards, Crystals, Damsels in Distress, Fantasy, Legend of Zelda References, sequel, Mary Sue, Self-Insert, Juvenilia, Friendship, Happy Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Screenplay/Script Format, Action/Adventure, Battle, Fights, POV Third Person Limited, Wordcount: Over 1.000, Princes & Princesses, Mya is OP, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Curses, Vampires, Werewolves, Early Work, Betaed - No, author is autistic, Cross-Posted from AO3, Supernatural - Wizards, Supernatural - Vampires, Supernatural - Werewolves Series: Part 4 of All Adept Mya Summary:

A Golden Sun fanfic I wrote in 2004 as a teenager on the Golden Sun Bazar French website under the pseudonym Water Seer. I was able to recover it thanks to Wayback Machine.

Several months later, Mya has decided to have a child with her lover Garet but Vaiazak, a malevolent sorcerer, kidnaps her after giving her friends amnesia! Fortunately, Alex, who is also in love with her, is unaffected. Thus he embarks on an otherworldly quest to rescue her by using the Stargate.

[skyasimaru]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55959703/chapters/142110097

New podfic alert! I don't think it's showing well on Tumbler atm, so I will post the link here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55959703

This is my second @FTH2024 commission: "Cross Your Heart" by xxprettylittletimebombxx on AO3, a "Julie and the Phantoms" fanfiction now-turned-podfic! Congratulations! And thank you Ri for your recommendation!

You can also read the fic yourself here, and let the author know what you thought about it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39315780

Until next time! Enjoy your weekend!

Very Respectfully,

SkyAsimaru

[henneseyhoe]

IM SO SATTTT 😭

CROWN ROYAL

Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you

I catch that thrust, give it right back to you

You're in so deep, I'm breathing for you

You grab my braids, arch my back high for you

You're diesel engine, I'm squirting mad oil

Down on the floor 'til my speaker starts to boil

I flip s***, quick slip, hip dip and I'm twisted

In your hands and your lips and your tongue tricks

And you're so thick and you're so thick and you're so

Crown royal on ice, crown royal on ice

Crown royal on ice, crown royal on ice…

Brandy is married to a successful, D.C Detective named Alex Cross. They have a happy marriage filled with love and passion, but things become interesting when Alex has an old friend visit for an extended period.

His name is Terry Richmond and he’s a former Marine.

A single, hunk of a man with a strong silent presence.

And apparently a rather sizable…

It wasn’t Brandy’s fault she’d crossed paths with him when he was…

[megamindsecretlair]

The Secret Alex Cross Files

Do not copy or repost my work. Reblogs are encouraged. Do not use my work to train AI. 18+ only. Minors do not interact. Will contain uses of the n-word.

Alex Cross x Black!reader Fics

Baby, I'm Yours - Threesome/John Sampson

[toxic3mmy]

Star Struck

prompt: you get a message from alex on tumblr

hai lovely peeps <3

this is gonna be a short little book type thing with a few more chapters to come

i hope you guys enjoy!

ps- ill try my best to update this series at least once a week!!!

you mindlessly scrolled through tumblr. yes it wasn’t 2015 anymore but you still used the app religiously. you had a good number of followers, too.

you posted about all the emo and alternative music you were into and not to mention the youtubers who you loved.

your number one favorite youtuber was alexis quackity. you related to him in many different ways. he made you laugh on days you weren’t doing too well. he meant a lot to you, even if you didn’t know him personally and it was all most likely just an internet personality.

still, you found yourself talking about his latest let’s talk streams or even his random tweets. you loved having a community of online mutuals that felt the same way about quackity.

____

halfway across the country, alexis sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty takeout boxes and energy drink cans. his eyes were glued to the computer screen, the glow from the monitor reflecting off his square-rimmed glasses. his mouse hand hovered over the keyboard, poised to respond to the endless stream of comments that flooded his youtube channel. his thumbs danced across his phone, scrolling through the notifications that seemed to never end.

it had been a wild ride for alexis since he started streaming games and posting videos under the moniker 'Quackity'. the fame had come quickly, and with it, the adoration of millions of fans around the globe.

sometimes alex would take the time and look through his community of devoted fans. he would use throwaway accounts to simply be unknown for once and just see what there was out there.

his fans were so unbelievably talented. many of them were amazing artists making portraits of him or even writing songs for him. some were even exceptional writers and the fanfiction stories he’d come across were actually pretty good.

amidst the digital chaos, one fan seemed to stand out from the rest. y/n, with her username 'Y/NIsNotHere', had caught his attention with her thoughtful comments and unyielding support. He clicked on her tumblr profile, and there it was: a fan account dedicated solely to him.

her profile was a shrine to his digital persona, filled with meticulously edited gifs, screenshots from his streams, and heartfelt notes about how his content had changed her life. Alexis felt a strange mix of flattery and curiosity. he hovered over the 'send message' button, his heart racing with excitement.

what did she look like? what was her voice like? would she be as amazing as she seemed? with a deep breath, he typed out a simple hello.

granted, he was using a secret throwaway tumblr account so he didn’t expect for an immediate response. and yet, the response still came rather quickly.

Y/Nisnothere: hi! whats up?

emoboy666_: nothing much, just surfin da web. so you’re a fan of quackity?

Y/Nisnothere: yeah im definitely a huge fan. there’s just something about him you know? he’s different, he makes me feel okay

alexis’ cheeks heated up after reading the compliment. he smiled softly as he continued to message you

emoboy666_: i totally get you! it’s nice to be distracted from things

Y/Nisnothere: for sure! so tell me about yourself

emoboy666_: well, im in my early 20s.. im mexican, i love video games and art….. oh and you can just call me A

Y/Nisnothere: well im 21, im also mexican, im also really into all things artsy and nerdy and well, emo lol, and you can just call me y/n :3

emoboy666_: i’m glad we have some things in common! your blog is really cool btw, it’s like a hidden gem amongst the cyber world

Y/Nisnothere: aw thanks! that’s really sweet of you to say <3

emoboy666_: no prob (: so, what are you doing right now?

Y/Nisnothere: oh not much, trying to do homework but getting distracted by tumblr and twitter lol. and u?

emoboy666_: oh same here, what do you study?

Y/Nisnothere: i’m studying art

emoboy666_: that’s awesome! maybe you should show me some of your work sometime

Y/Nisnothere: yeah! id love to (:

emoboy666: me too (:

Y/Nisnothere: (: <3

the two of you continued to message each other practically all night. you were happy to have made a new online friend and alexis was happy to get to know one of his fans.

neither of you truly knew who was on the other end of the phone but you still really enjoyed talking to one another. it was refreshing for the two of you.

you fell asleep with thoughts of your new friend, A

[violetmuses]

If I start writing for Alex... 👀

[lowkeyrobin]

Think you could write about quacks and his s/o bonding over qsmp? Like they start as friends and then as their characters bond they realize not only the avatars are catching feelings but themselves too? So when qsmp meets up irl it’s all tense because of their obvious crush

ooooo yes of course!! ; thank you for the req !! ; present/future robin here I failed the mission I got totally sidetracked w this I'm so sorry LMFAO

QUACKITY ; platonic romantic partners

summary ; you and Alex meet on the QSMP and develop weird feelings just before the Brazil meetup

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

You'd been invited to the QSMP a few months ago, joining with Tubbo, Niki, and some other content creators you didn't know. You were a fairly small streamer, having a few thousand Twitch followers and a couple hundred subs.

Quackity decided to allow you on the server because some of the eggs were begging him to add you because Charlie Slimecicle had made you canon in lore. They wanted to meet the God by the name of Y/n terribly, so he sighed and reached out to you asap. He'd been planning the prison lore and had been working hard, and did a lot of research on you.

You'd been friends with Tubbo and Niki for a long while, and streamed with them here and now. You often did trio streams on Minecraft or did method acting streams for the laughs. Once they heard Alex might let you in to the SMP with them, they were jumping with joy.

But, thankfully, you were allowed in.

You'd started working on a weird star-crossed lovers / slowburn romance storyline with Alex, corny and cheesey, but thankfully contrasting to many of the other romance storylines on the SMP so far.

As your character arcs grew and progressed, so did you as people. You both began to realize that there was very undeniable romantic tension in the room and at the perfect timing, considering the Brazil meetup was right around the corner. You noticed not long after both Niki and Tubbo called you out on the "symptoms of loving Quackity" that Twitter and Tumblr had created the y/s/n tag. You were opened to a whole new world of fanfiction and fanart, which was no doubt adorable.

But, again, that meetup was right around the corner. You couldn't wait to meet your new friends, yes, but you were scared and worried that you'd make everything awkward with Alex. But, hopefully, it'd be a fun ride meeting up with your platonic boyfriend for the first time, and you'd make some amazing memories with all these people you'd met on the way here.

Quackity posted a tweet!

You quickly click on the notification, revealing the post already gathering hundreds of likes.

"Meeting my partner in Brazil soon ❤️"

You smile, quickly typing a response.

"what partner? 🤨🤨🤨"

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You wrap Quackity in a tight, warm hug, both of you bouncing off the walls at the mere sight of each other.

"Hi, platonic partner!" He giggles, jumping up and down as you two bounce in circles.

"Hi, platonic boyfriend!"

After that, the meetup was totally awkward. You both were obviously crushing on each other, but in an oh-so-typical fashion, didn't realize the others' feelings.

Tubbo stares down at you, trying to either catch your attention or intimidate you as you sit on the couch with Jaiden and Niki. You look up, seeing the brunette boy staring into your soul.

"Hello, Tubbo"

"Y/n. Go flirt with Quackity. I'm delivering a message"

"What?" You blink, glancing over at Alex standing with Roier, Cellbit, Etoiles, Foolish, and Tina across the room. "Why?"

"Because you've both been very awkward this whole time and it's obvious there's lingering sexual tension and it's annoying everyone that he won't make a move so I'm trying to get you to do so" He quickly speaks, hands heald behind his back.

You slowly look over at Niki and Jaiden, looking to you with wide smiles, like they were begging you to do it. You roll your eyes and groan, standing up with the help of Tubbo's outstretched hand, accepting the challenge.

"Hell am I even saying to him?" You question, running a hand through your hair due to the nerves.

"Ask him out." The three speak in unision.

"Oh, yeah, it's as easy as that," You sarcastically remarks.

You catch his gaze across the room, his sunglasses resting on top of his hat. You lightly wave with an awkward smile, which he sends right back, a little bit of red dusting his face. You feel your face warm up as you quickly look away, staring daggers into Tubbo's eyes.

"Nevermind, pal" You speak, sitting your ass right back down as you were to embarrassed after that interaction.

"Shit!"

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The following day, you were out on a walk near the beach with Alex, Cellbit, Tina, Niki, and Roier. Tina and Roier were picking up damn near any seashell they could find, hosting a contest of who could find the better shells for Cellbit. Both of them were basically racing down the sand, yards ahead of the rest of you.

Niki and Cellbit chatter with Quackity about God knows what. Meanwhile, you were taking pictures of them and the beautiful scenery around you. You select about four or five to post to your Instagram, and title it 'platonic boyfriend made it awkward /hj. I don't wanna leave this beautiful place'. You click post and go to the QSMP Brazil Meetup Discord, and send the pictures to the photos channel for anyone in the pictures who wanted to save them.

You put your phone away for a while, drifting behind the trio as you slow your pace, having found a crab and wanting to look for some buried shells in the sand. You feel your phone buzz a few times, either being Instagram or Discord notifications. You ignore it, wanting to soak in the fresh, salty ocean air and the feeling of sand sticking to your hands and falling into the crevices of your shoes and socks.

While you catch up to the others about a football field away at this point, you take your phone out, wanting to check what those buzzes were. Instagram, not so surprisingly. But what was surprising was them being comments from Quackity.

'what if I didn't want you to only be my platonic partner 🤨 what then???'

'y/n please catch up to us they're bullying me now'

You read Niki and Roier's replies, smiling as you do so.

'y/n/n he's crying because he wants to be with you so bad'

'make the suffering end already, y/n'

You shove your phone back in your pocket and begin to jog down the shoreline, attempting to catch up to the five as the sun begins to slowly set over the water.

Once you reach them, you notice Alex's clammy hands on your shoulders and how fast he was speaking, cheeks red as ever. The other four stand off to the side, not directly watching but definitely listening as they look over the shells that Roier and Tina had gathered.

"Y/n I am so hopelessly in love with you and I wanna be your romantic boyfriend, not just your platonic boyfriend, because it's been driving me crazy for months. And everyone keeps telling me you feel the same way, so if I did this for nothing I might actually cry"

"You literally just asked me out on a beach, I don't even know if I'm dreaming-"

Quackity cuts you off by lightly pinching you. "You're awake! Sorry, fuck. I'm just, shit, if you need time, it's fine. This is just really embarrassing"

"How do you think I feel?" You joke, lightly smiling.

"You're a dick" He laughs

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"I changed my Instagram bio to 'quackitys platonic romantic partner"

"Wait, hold on, lemme match yours!"

"Wow, stealing my heart, and now my ideas?"

"Shut up!"

[fluenzed]

AFTER OBX - PART 5

fanfiction | jj maybank | alternative ending | obx

warning: mention of sex, violence, drugs and alcohol

This is the first story I've written, so please be kind and understanding! English isn't my first language, so feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes or if something is unclear.

The living room was dimly lit, the warm glow from a single lamp casting elongated shadows on the walls. Outside, the faint sound of waves lapping against the dock played like background music, but inside, the silence was sharp, almost suffocating. The television, once the source of flickering light and shared distraction, was now off, leaving only the faint hum of the power box behind. JJ remained on the couch, his shoulders stiff, his gaze fixed on the blank, reflective surface of the TV.

Alex sat a few feet away, her arms crossed as she studied him. His mood had shifted halfway through the movie, and though he’d tried to play it off, she wasn’t fooled. The easy energy they’d shared earlier in the evening was gone, replaced by a tension so thick it felt like it was choking the room.

“You didn’t enjoy even a tiny bit of the movie,” Alex said, breaking the silence, her voice both curious and cautious.

JJ’s lips twitched, a tiny smile appearing for the briefest moment before vanishing like it had never been there. “I’m tired, that’s all,” he said, his tone colder than usual, distant in a way that set Alex on edge.

She frowned, leaning slightly forward. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

JJ turned his head slightly, giving her a look like he didn’t understand the question. “What’s what supposed to mean?”

“This mood,” Alex said, her voice firm, but her brow creased with concern. “What’s up with you?”

JJ dropped his gaze to the floor, his jaw tightening. “Nothing.”

“You’re lying,” Alex said, her tone sharpening.

“I’m not,” he snapped, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice.

“Yes, you are,” she said, standing now, her frustration bubbling over.

JJ stood up abruptly, towering over her but refusing to meet her eyes. “I’m not. Now don’t make me regret offering you a place to stay.” His words were low and deliberate, but the sting in them cut deep.

Alex felt her chest tighten, her hurt quickly morphing into anger. “What the fuck is going on with you?” she demanded, her voice rising. “You wait for me to stay at your place and then talk to me like this? Seriously?”

JJ’s expression hardened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he walked over to the chair near the window, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He slipped one between his lips, his movements deliberate, almost mechanical, as though he was trying to keep his hands busy to avoid saying something he couldn’t take back.

Alex marched over and yanked the cigarette from his lips before he could light it, holding it tightly in her fist. “No. You don’t get to ignore me like that. Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong with you.” Her voice cracked slightly, the frustration giving way to something deeper—hurt.

JJ clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at her. “You don’t want to know,” he said, his voice low, dangerous.

“I do,” Alex shot back, standing her ground. “Do you think you’re the only one with scars? Do you think you can just keep everyone out forever? Live your life alone, pushing people away every chance you get?” Her voice rose with each word, anger and desperation lacing her tone.

“Alex, stop,” JJ warned, his voice rough, his shoulders tensing visibly.

“No,” she said, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “I’m not stopping, JJ. You’re pissing me off, and I’m done tiptoeing around you.”

JJ stood abruptly, closing the distance between them in two quick strides. His large hand wrapped around her wrist as he yanked her closer. His blue eyes were burning, his face just inches from hers. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he said, his voice low but laced with a raw edge.

Alex didn’t flinch. She met his glare head-on, her chest heaving with the force of her emotions. “Don’t treat me like this,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the fire behind it.

His grip on her wrist tightened slightly before he let go, but instead of stepping back, he pushed her against the wall, his hands planted firmly on either side of her head.

“Be honest with me,” Alex said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then she paused, her gaze locking onto his, challenging him. “No. Be honest with yourself.”

JJ’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes darting across her face, searching for something—anything—that might make sense of the chaos inside him. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the room shrinking around them until it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

“Fuck this,” JJ muttered, his voice rough with frustration and something deeper—something raw and vulnerable.

Before Alex could respond, JJ grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. His lips crashed against hers, urgent and unrelenting. She gasped against his mouth, the sound muffled as he pressed her harder against the wall.

The kiss was wild, messy, and full of everything they hadn’t said. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as if he was afraid she might disappear. Alex’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and she let out a tiny moan when he nipped at her bottom lip.

JJ growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, hot and desperate, and she felt her knees weaken.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he said, his voice rough and barely audible.

Alex looked up at him, her eyes wide and her lips swollen from the kiss. “Good,” she whispered, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

JJ groaned, his hands slipping lower to grab her thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground, and Alex instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed her harder against the wall, his lips finding her neck.

His kisses were rough, his teeth grazing her skin as he sucked and nipped, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Alex’s hands tightened in his hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as he found a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.

“JJ,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and filled with something she couldn’t quite name. “You don’t get it, Alex,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Then stop pushing me away,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

JJ didn’t respond. Instead, he kissed her again, slower this time, but no less intense. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate kind of desperation, as if he was trying to memorize the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she fit perfectly against him.

The world outside the window disappeared, the sound of the waves fading into nothingness. All that existed was the two of them, tangled in a moment that neither of them could fully understand but neither wanted to end.

The morning light seeped gently through the thin curtains of the small bedroom, casting a soft glow across the room. JJ stirred first, his eyes fluttering open as he felt the familiar ache of an uneasy sleep. The weight of the previous night pressed down on him immediately. Slowly, he pushed the blanket aside, careful not to disturb Alex, whose soft breathing filled the quiet space.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands dragging down his face in frustration. What the hell had he done?

His mind raced, replaying every moment, every word, and every look that had led to him losing control. Since Alex had stumbled into his life, she’d been an irritant, a puzzle, and somehow, an anchor. She made him feel things he’d buried long ago, things he thought were dead and gone.

He glanced back at her, still asleep, her hair splayed across the pillow in a messy halo. The sight of her, so peaceful, so vulnerable, made something in his chest tighten. She looked like she belonged there, in that bed, in his life, but JJ quickly shoved that thought away.

Why did I do it? he thought bitterly. Since she had come closer, it was like his brain stopped functioning correctly. She had a way of burrowing into his mind, stirring up emotions he had no right feeling. She was kind, yes—perhaps too kind for her own good—and she had this way of looking at him, like she could see past the walls he’d carefully built. It pissed him off because she made him want to trust her.

And trust was something he couldn’t afford. Not now. Not ever.

JJ sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. If this were another world, another life, maybe—just maybe—he could’ve given her what she wanted. What they both wanted. But life wasn’t some perfect fantasy. It was hard, cruel, and he’d seen enough to know how dangerous it could be.

He glanced at her again, his jaw tightening. Why the hell did I kiss her like that? The memory of her lips on his, the way she had melted into him, sent a jolt through him. He had acted on pure impulse, and though it felt right in the moment, the consequences were gnawing at him now.

It had been so long since he’d kissed anyone, let alone felt something real for someone. Maybe that’s why it hit him so hard—why his feelings had felt so intense, almost uncontrollable. It was like opening a floodgate that had been sealed for years.

JJ stood abruptly, trying to shake off the heaviness in his chest. He looked at Alex for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on her peaceful expression. She deserved better—better than him, better than the chaos that followed him like a shadow.

His steps were quiet as he left the bedroom and walked into the small adjoining bathroom. The pipes groaned softly as he turned on the shower, stepping under the stream of lukewarm water. It was a small comfort, but the noise and the steady rhythm of the water helped clear his head, if only slightly.

As he stood under the spray, he thought about the life he’d chosen and the life he’d left behind. Trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford. He had learned that the hard way. Everyone he’d ever let in—everyone he’d ever cared about—had either left, betrayed him, or been taken from him. He couldn’t let that happen again.

By the time JJ stepped out of the shower, his mind was made up. He couldn’t let last night happen again. It was a mistake—a moment of weakness—and he needed to put distance between them before it spiraled out of control.

He dressed quickly, throwing on his usual work clothes: a dark shirt, jeans, and boots. His movements were methodical, almost robotic, as he slipped into his routine. With a glance at the clock, he realized he still had time to grab something to eat before heading to work, but he wasn’t hungry.

JJ hesitated at the bedroom door, his hand on the frame as he glanced back one last time. Alex had shifted slightly in her sleep, curling into the space where he had been lying. She looked so small, so out of place in his harsh world, and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to let her stay, to let her in.

But that thought vanished as quickly as it came. With a resigned sigh, JJ turned and left the room, grabbing his jacket before heading out the door.

The air outside was crisp, the faint smell of salt from the nearby docks mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the café down the street. JJ stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked, his boots crunching against the gravel.

When he reached the small workshop where he spent most of his days, he slipped into his usual rhythm, tinkering with tools and repairing engines. The familiar clink of metal and the hum of machinery filled the air, but his mind kept drifting back to Alex.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Every time he focused too long on a task, he heard her voice. And every time he paused, he felt the ghost of her lips on his.

JJ groaned inwardly, shaking his head. Focus, idiot. But no matter how hard he tried, she was there, haunting him like a song he couldn’t get out of his head.

He worked harder, longer, until the sun had begun to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It wasn’t enough to make him forget, but at least it kept him busy. At least it gave him something else to think about, even if it was only temporary.

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The sun was beginning to lower in the sky, painting the city of Porto in a warm golden glow. Alex stood by the small window in JJ’s apartment, her arms crossed as she gazed out at the street below. She had stayed half the day, hoping JJ would return or at least message her, but her phone remained silent. His absence gnawed at her—a quiet but persistent ache. Why hadn’t he said anything? Not even a text?

Earlier that morning, she had received a message from the police, informing her that Afurada had been cleared and residents could now return to their homes. The thought of going back was comforting in a way—her space, her things—but she had hoped JJ would be here when she left. That hope now felt foolish.

With a sigh, Alex moved to gather her things. She pulled on her clothes from the day before and tidied up the small space. The scent of him lingered in the air—something warm and subtly musky, like sea salt and wood. It made her pause for a moment, her fingers brushing over the blanket they had shared the night before. She shook her head and forced herself to continue.

She washed the borrowed clothes in the small sink, wringing them out and hanging them to dry. The act was simple, methodical, and it helped her focus. Finally, she folded the blanket neatly on the couch and took one last look around the apartment before locking the door behind her.

The keys felt heavy in her hand as she walked down to the bait shop to return them. JJ’s boss, José, greeted her with a kind smile as she entered.

“Hey there, Alex. Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” she replied, offering a small smile in return. “I just wanted to drop these off. Could you give them to JJ for me?”

José raised an eyebrow, taking the keys from her. “Sure, but… why don’t you give him? He’s just here”

Alex hesitated, unsure how much to say. “Oh, he’s busy, I don’t want to bother him,” she lied. “Thanks, José.”

The older man nodded, concern flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t press her further.

With the keys returned, Alex found herself wandering through Porto. She stopped at a nearby coffee shop, the familiar warmth of the space offering a small reprieve from her swirling thoughts. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft chatter of patrons and the hum of Christmas music playing in the background.

She ordered a hot coffee and sat by the window, cradling the cup in her hands as she watched the world outside. The streets were beginning to take on a magical quality, with Christmas decorations appearing on every corner. Twinkling lights wrapped around lampposts, garlands hung from shopfronts, and the faint sound of carolers echoed down the cobblestone alleys.

For a moment, Alex allowed herself to smile. She loved Porto—its charm, its history, the way it seemed to wrap around her like a warm hug. It was her city, her home.

After finishing her coffee, she slipped her AirPods into her ears and started walking again. Music filled the silence, offering a comforting rhythm to her steps. She followed the familiar path toward the Douro River, her breath hitching slightly as she neared the water.

The river was alive with activity. Boats glided across its surface, some returning home after a long day, while others carried tourists on a tour of the Seven Bridges. The reflection of the golden sun danced on the water, creating ripples of light that seemed almost magical. Alex paused for a moment, leaning on the railing as she watched the scene unfold.

The walk to Afurada was peaceful, but as she approached her neighborhood, the presence of police officers brought a stark reminder of the recent events. The officers stood at key points, their sharp gazes scanning the area. Though the scene felt secure, it also added a weight to Alex’s chest. The fact that they were still here meant this was serious—more serious than she had allowed herself to consider.

As she approached the checkpoint, one of the officers stepped forward.

“Good evening, miss. Can I see your ID?”

Alex nodded, pulling her card from her pocket. The officer studied it briefly before glancing at the list in his hand. His eyes flicked back to her, and he nodded.

“You’re clear. Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” she replied softly, tucking her ID away and stepping past him.

The neighborhood was quiet, save for the occasional sound of footsteps or a distant car horn. Alex felt a strange mix of emotions—comfort in the familiarity of home but unease at the lingering police presence.

When she finally reached her door, she hesitated for a moment before unlocking it. Pushing it open, she stepped inside and closed it behind her, locking it out of habit. She dropped her keys onto the small table near the entryway and slipped off her shoes, relishing the warmth of her home.

But when she turned toward the living room, she froze.

Her mouth fell open, forming a soft “o,” and her eyes sparkled with disbelief. “Dad?”

The man standing by the window turned immediately at the sound of her voice, his face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and joy.

“Oh no,” he said, chuckling softly. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Before he could say anything else, Alex launched herself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“I’m here,” he replied, holding her just as tightly. “I missed you, kiddo.”

Tears pricked at Alex’s eyes as she pulled back slightly to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said with a grin. “But I guess I underestimated your sharp instincts.”

Alex laughed softly. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m here now, and that’s all that matters.”

For the first time in days, Alex felt a sense of peace wash over her. Her father was home, and for a brief moment, everything felt right in the world.

The living room was warm and filled with the comforting hum of conversation. Alex and her father, Luis, sat close together on the couch, sharing stories and laughter as the late afternoon sun painted the walls in golden hues. The scent of salt still clung faintly to Luis’s clothes, a testament to his time spent at sea. His voice carried the cadence of someone who had lived through stories too vivid to forget but too complex to explain in one sitting.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Luis said, shaking his head with a small laugh. “Out in the Atlantic, near the Azores, we came across this massive pod of dolphins. They surrounded the boat, just gliding through the water like they were guiding us somewhere.”

Alex smiled, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. “That sounds amazing. Did you follow them?”

“We didn’t have much choice,” Luis admitted, his grin widening. “They stayed with us for hours, playful and curious. Honestly, it was one of the most peaceful moments of the entire trip. Out there, in the middle of the ocean, everything else just fades away.”

She listened intently, imagining the vast expanse of water and the pod of dolphins weaving effortlessly through the waves. It sounded magical, almost unreal.

“What about you?” he asked, leaning back slightly. “What’s been going on here while I was gone?”

Alex hesitated for a moment, her mind flicking to JJ. She decided against mentioning him and focused instead on safer topics. “Well, Uni’s been keeping me busy as always,” she began. “And there’s been this whole thing with the neighborhood. You know, with the police and everything.”

Luis’s brow furrowed slightly. “Yeah, I noticed that. What exactly happened?”

“There was some kind of shooting,” Alex explained, her tone cautious. “No one really knows much, or at least they’re not saying. The police have been swarming the area ever since. It’s unsettling, to be honest.”

Luis nodded, his expression darkening. “It’s strange. Afurada’s always been quiet—at least quieter than the city. I don’t like the idea of violence coming so close to home.”

“Me neither,” Alex agreed, her voice soft. She reached out and touched his arm. “But I’m glad you’re back. It feels safer with you here.”

Luis placed his hand over hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, kiddo. I’m here now, and with the police around, we’ll be fine.”

The late afternoon  transitioned into evening, and the two decided to head to the Bolhão Market. The market was alive with activity, a bustling hub of sounds, scents, and colors. Vendors called out to passersby, their voices mingling with the chatter of customers and the occasional laughter of children.

Luis and Alex wandered through the aisles, selecting ingredients for dinner. The rich aroma of freshly baked bread, spices, and cured meats filled the air, making Alex’s stomach growl. They stopped at a stall selling wine, and Luis carefully chose a bottle, examining the label with the precision of someone who took pride in his cooking.

“I’ve missed this,” Luis said, holding up the bottle and grinning. “Good wine, good food, and good company. What more could a man ask for?”

Alex chuckled, grabbing a block of cheese from another vendor. “I’ve missed it too. It’s been too quiet without you around.”

They left the market with a bag full of ingredients—wine, cheese, olives, chorizo, and a fresh batch of codfish rissois. As they walked home, the streets of Porto began to transform under the glow of Christmas lights. Strings of twinkling bulbs crisscrossed above them, and garlands adorned the lampposts. The city felt alive with warmth and joy, a stark contrast to the tension of recent days.

Back at home, the kitchen was filled with the comforting clatter of cooking. Luis moved with ease, chopping and seasoning, while Alex worked on slicing the cheese and chorizo. She placed them neatly on a plate alongside a small bowl of olives and another of tremoços.

The scent of the rissois frying filled the kitchen, warm and savory, mingling with the aroma of the wine Luis had just uncorked. Alex set the table, arranging the small plates and glasses with care, while Luis poured the rich, ruby-red port into their glasses.

“Dinner is served,” Luis declared, carrying the plate of rissois to the table.

They sat down together, raising their glasses in a toast. “To family,” Luis said, his voice tinged with emotion.

“To family,” Alex echoed, her smile soft and genuine.

As they ate, the conversation continued, flowing easily between lighthearted stories and more serious topics.

“I missed you,” Alex said, her voice warm but tinged with a hint of sadness. “And these rissois.”

Luis laughed, the sound hearty and full. “Me too. It’s been too long since we’ve done this.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment before Luis broke it. “Have you heard anything new about the shooting?”

Alex shook her head. “No, I haven’t. But it must be serious, considering the police are still here, checking the area.”

Luis nodded thoughtfully, his gaze distant. “It’s worrying, but I’m glad they’re taking it seriously. And I’m here now, so you don’t have to worry as much.”

Alex offered a small smile, the tension in her chest easing slightly. “Thanks, Dad. It means a lot to have you here.”

Luis reached over and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Don’t mention it. Now, let’s finish up. You have Uni tomorrow, and you’ll need your rest.”

After dinner, Luis took the empty plates and carried them to the sink. He leaned down to kiss Alex’s forehead before nudging her gently. “Go on, kiddo. I’ll take care of the dishes.”

Alex hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Thanks, Dad.”

She climbed the stairs to her room, her footsteps soft on the wooden floor. Once inside, she took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension of the day. She changed into her pajamas, the soft fabric comforting against her skin, and climbed into bed.

As she lay there, her thoughts drifted to JJ. His absence still gnawed at her, but the warmth of her father’s presence made it easier to push those thoughts aside. For now, she let herself focus on the steady rhythm of her breathing and the faint sounds of the city outside her window, finally allowing herself to relax.

[beholdthebangs]

🍒 Cherry Chapstick 🍒

Alex x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~

Synopsis: Smut - Alex corners you and talks you into lending him a hand when he can’t get his fix from Haley. Part 1!

Warnings: dirty talk, minor degradation, grey-area cheating, dubcon, unprotected sex

A/n: I’ve thrown myself into Stardew Valley for the 50th time and consumed so much fanfiction that I figured I might as well write some.

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The list of tasks on your plate on any given day never seems to be short of a mile long. It’d be hard for anyone to keep track of, but with a few months of it under your belt, you’ve grown more accustomed to the processes you need to go through to ensure nothing is missed. Early mornings turn into late nights, and any free time is spent planning your next moves. This brings you to the outskirts of Pelican Town past sunset, heading back from the forest where you’d had a fairly successful haul of foragables. From there, you’d need to decide what to sell and what you might need later on.

You’re so lost in this thought that when you collide with a sturdy figure, you do so with such force that your body bounces back, nearly hitting the cobblestone beneath your feet. Before you do, your arm is abruptly pulled and you regain your balance with the help of the person you just ran into.

Letting out a heavy breath, your eyes follow the strained hand on your wrist to the veiny forearm, bulging biceps, all the way to the green eyes of Alex. “Sorry,” you finally say. He lets his grip go, your skin showing a brief remnant of his touch before the blood flows back below the surface, now red from the hastiness of his attempt to save you from a bruised ass.

“Pay more attention next time. Not everyone has the reflexes to keep you from injuring yourself like that,” he snaps, crossing his arms as he looks at you.

As you gather yourself, you glance at your watch: 10 pm. “Hanging out at Haley’s so late?” you wonder aloud, quirking an eyebrow as you look between Alex and the blonde girl’s front door behind him, having only closed moments before you’d run into him.

“And what’s it to you?”

You shrug. “Makes sense, Emily works nights so you’ve got the house to yourself.”

Alex rolls his eyes, gazing off toward the river. “Yeah, you’d think it’d be of use.”

You can’t help your wandering eyes. Scanning down his body, you take in his arms exposed with his white tank top, but your eyes linger lower. He’s wearing his usual sweatpants, the athletic ones that hug him a bit closer than normal ones, and the bulge below his stomach is far more prominent than you’d ever noticed.

Alex registers your silence, finally looking back at you. Even though your eyes snap back to his almost instantly, he catches on. Either he had noticed your gaze or your look of guilt is clear, or both. He chuckles lowly, locking his fingers behind his head and stretching his arms out. “Farmer,” he tsks, enjoying the power you’ve given him by so outwardly examining his body. Even now, it’s difficult not to focus on his arms flexing, chest peeking out from the fabric of his shirt. Even his armpits, sporting dark brown hair in the divots, are drawing you in. He finally relaxes his body, arms dropping to his sides as he looks back at the front door of his girlfriend’s house. “I hear you’re good to talk to. How about you invite me over.”

This is clearly not a question, but even if it was, you’d likely do so. You take off up the stone street toward the dirt path leading to your farm, Alex easily matching stride next to you. No words are exchanged until you open the door to your house, lingering, giving Alex just enough space to enter and closing it behind him.

He examines the inside, the quaint kitchen and dining room, leaning back slightly to peek into your bedroom. “Decent place. It’s come a long way since you moved in.”

“Thanks…”

He rounds the corner of the couch, plopping down on it with his back resting against the armrest as he waits for you to join him. When you hesitate, he pats the other cushion on the couch expectantly. You cautiously join him, turning your head to look at him as you sit.

“I’m so tired of dating Haley,” he finally says. “I mean, I’m not, it’s fun, but she has these crazy mood swings and phases and I just can’t be bothered to keep up anymore. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve fucked her, but now she says she doesn’t want to do that anymore and she wants to be single.”

“So you’re not dating,” you say, as if asking for clarification.

“We’re not, but we are. She stills wants to hang out alone and go to dinner together and do the same shit we did when we were dating, except I don’t get a blowjob at the end of the night. She wants to do whatever she wants to do, and the only thing that changes is the benefit that I get out of it.” Alex groans, using his hand to adjust himself as he shifts in his seat. “She can make out with me for half an hour after I buy her dinner and dessert, but I’m the bad guy for unhooking her bra or touching my dick.”

You clear your throat. “That sucks,” you finally settle on responding, blindsided from the way this conversation has gone and still unsettled at the fact that Alex is sitting in your living room at almost 11 at night.

He flashes a grin at you. “It does suck, thank you. How does she expect me to be the perfect boyfriend if my balls are blue every day?”

“You could jerk off, I guess.”

Alex squints, gesturing broadly to himself. “Me? Jerk off? I’m not a fifteen year old boy, and I’m hot. Why would I do that?”

You lean back, starting to mirror him more as you pivot to face him. “To avoid this. Have you always had Haley at your beck and call?”

He shrugs. “Pretty much, yeah. The real issue though is that there’s such a clear solution, but I haven’t tried it out yet.”

“I feel like I just offered you a pretty clear solution,” you retort.

“Clearer,” he insists. “When this stuff with Haley happened before, she was the only hot girl in the valley. It was easier to just bite the bullet and nut in a sock or whatever. Now there are two hot girls here.” You eye him as he stares at you. “So why not just fuck the other hot girl when Haley stops giving it up?”

“That would require you to be appealing to both of them.”

“I think I have that covered,” he replies, stretching his arms over his head and using the armrest to lean back, tank top lifting past his belly button and giving you a brief glimpse at shape of his abs pressing tightly on his tanned skin.

Alex then reaches over, his hand on your knee as he lowers his head, looking into your eyes intently. “What do you think, Farmer?”

You lean forward, matching his intensity. “What’s my name, Alex?”

He smirks. “It doesn’t matter what your name is, baby. You want to fuck me whether I know who you are or not.” His hand moves to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, brushing a piece of hair back at the same time and giving it the gentlest of tugs as he does so. “You’ve been eye-fucking me this whole time and you know it. I know it. Stop trying to hide it.”

“I’m not going to help you cheat on Haley.”

“‘T’s not cheating,” he practically slurs. “We’re not exclusive anymore.” You feel yourself breaking down, leaning against his large palm as he strokes your cheek. “Come here, Y/n.”

Your name slipping from between his lips is your final straw as you close the decreasing gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his lightly. He allows you only a moment to take in the feeling of his plush, warm mouth against yours before pulling himself to his knees and wrapping his fingers in your hair, keeping you tight to him. His teeth gnaw at your bottom lip, sucking harshly for a moment before his tongue seeks entrance. You allow it, tasting the remnants of his spearmint gum and cherry chapstick, your mind wandering to the fact that he had been in this position with Haley only an hour ago.

Alex groans against your mouth, pushing you to lay on the couch as he props himself above you, bodies flush. The bulge in his sweatpants feels bigger against your stomach than it had looked before, and your insides twist in excitement as you allow his tongue to explore your mouth. His lips wander to your jaw and down your neck, nipping but never lingering long enough to leave physical evidence of the event.

Slipping down to the neckline of your shirt, he tugs at the hem and sneaks his fingers past it, snaking up your back to undo your bra. You’re impressed by his quickness helping you tug the straps through your sleeves before ridding of it altogether as he pulls it down your stomach and throws it over the back of the couch. He replaces the fabric with his hands, kneading your skin and pinching at your nipples as you watch his motions from over your thin t-shirt.

“Your lips look so cute when they’re swollen,” Alex groans, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip once more. “Need to see ‘em around my cock, babe.”

He pulls you by your hands, tugging your shirt over your head as you sit up. He grabs at your right hand once more, turning it over to examine your wrist which now sports a light purple bruise from the force with which he’d tugged you to keep you from falling earlier. His eyes grow the slightest bit darker as he smirks. “Sensitive? I guess you bruise easy.”

Alex stands before you as you sit on the couch with your legs folded below you, heels touching the skin of your ass peeking from your jean shorts. Your top is bare now, tits exposed to him as he looks down at you admiringly. His fingers prop your chin to look up at him and he smiles a sickeningly sweet smile as he uses his other hand to pull down his sweatpants, kicking them to the side.

He remains in his tight boxers before you, bulge only a few inches from your face as your eyes flicker down to view it as best you can. “You want it, hm?” he asks.

When you don’t respond, he squeezes your chin tighter. “Yeah,” you breathe out. He gives you one last rough grab before pulling his hand away completely, pushing your face down as he does so. Alex rubs his length through the thin stretchy fabric, letting out a soft groan as he watches you bite your lip, eyes trained ahead of you.

He slowly pulls down the front of his boxers, revealing his length one bit at a time until the tip is freed, allowing it to spring out and nearly hit you in the face. He runs his hand over it a couple times, getting the blood to pump through it as he positions the tip near your lips. “Open,” he demands, and you do as instructed. He slides the head in slowly, rubbing it up and down your tongue and watching intently. Once he’s satisfied, he releases himself. “Go ahead, baby.”

You grip his base in your right hand, taking his head in your mouth and closing your lips tightly around the ridge, sucking and swirling your tongue around the sensitive pink skin. Alex lets out a moan, hands running through your hair, but he lets you take it at your pace for now. Finally, you relax your jaw and begin to pump your head up and down on his cock, lips brushing against the trimmed stubble at his base. He can’t help but meet your tempo with his thrusting hips, pushing his head down your throat just enough to need to fight the urge to gag each time. Once you grow comfortable with taking his full length in your mouth, he grips your hair close to the scalp and begins to pull you into him faster, his hips speeding up to keep pace. You let out quiet gags at the force of his tip bullying its way to the back of your throat, allowing him to have his way as drool leaks past your lips with each thrust and coats his cock, dripping with the mix of spit and precum.

Holding your head to his base for a few seconds, he finally releases you and pushes you back against the couch. Alex is breathing heavy, but so are you as you catch your breath from his final thrust. “Yoba,” he moans, “You’re going to make me cum before I get to feel that tight pussy.”

Alex kneels down, gripping your thighs and pulling them so your ass is on the edge of the cushion, slouched against the couch to give you a good view. He tugs off your shorts, leaving you in plain, grey cotton panties. “So practical, babe. Next time, I want some lace and frills, mmkay?” he requests. His index finger traces from your pussy to your clit. “I like seeing this wet spot though. How long has this been here?”

You moan, squirming to communicate that you need more friction between your legs. Alex slaps your inner thigh. “How long, babe?”

“I don’t know,” you cry. “Since we kissed?”

“That’s it?” he hums, hooking the fabric with his finger and pulling it to the side. “You didn’t get wet when you were checking me out in town, staring at my hard cock through my pants? Right outside my ex-girlfriend’s house?” Alex firmly presses his finger against your hole, dragging wetness up to your clit. “You didn’t get wet when I told you to invite me over when I caught you looking?” His thumb begins to rub circles over your clit, harsh but exactly what you need with how horny you are now. “Not when I said that I should just fuck the hot new farmer instead of wasting my time jerking my cock by myself?” Alex dips his fingers into your pussy, curling upward and making you moan loudly, bucking your hips as he plays with the textured skin of your g-spot. He pulls out and holds his finger to your mouth, glistening with your wetness. “Taste this and tell me if it’s worth trying for myself.”

You open your mouth and he wastes no time shoving his fingers in, pressing them to your tongue as you suck. Pulling out, he resumes his work on your clit and stares up at you. “Y-yeah, I think so,” you breathe.

He nods, lowering his mouth to latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb. You grind your hips against Alex’s face while he grips your thighs tightly. “Good call, baby. Your cunt tastes so sweet.” He hums against your clit and prods at your pussy with his fingers, entering two once again and pumping in rhythm with his swirling tongue.

You begin to near orgasm, Alex providing relief you’d been dying for and allowing you to hump his face and fingers as he works. “Alex,” you whimper.

“Mmm, babe?” he responds, not taking his lips away from your core.

“Gonna cum,” you squeak out. His licks turn to harsh sucks, his fingers no longer pumping as he presses on your g-spot, rubbing it expertly. His other hand goes to your lower stomach, just above his head, pressing down as he coaxes your orgasm out. You cry out his name strung together with curses, gripping his hair and the couch cushions for dear life as you sink into him, coating his chin in wetness.

Alex helps you ride it out, pulling away as you quiet down. He pulls off his tank top, wiping his face before tossing it away. He rids himself of his boxers completely, bearing himself to you as he stands. “Can you stand?”

You nod, slowly climbing to your feet. You’re shaky and nearly stumble, Alex having to catch you once again, earning a low laugh from him. “So clumsy, it’s a wonder you’re not covered in bruises.”

He guides you to the side of the couch, your back to his chest, before pushing you down over the armrest. Your face is pressed only inches from the wet spot your orgasm left on your couch, eyeing it as Alex’s cock runs along your cunt, collecting the wet it has to offer. With only a moment to prepare as his head lands at your entrance, he pushes inside and gives you no opportunity to adjust to the size of his cock.

He thrusts harshly, the sound of his hips hitting your ass echoing around your farmhouse, accompanied with moans from the both of you. Alex grips your hips tightly, but quickly moves on to squeeze your ass and give it light slaps as he fucks you. “This is exactly what I’ve been missing, babe. Yoba, it’s even better than I imagined. Cunt so fuckin’ tight.”

You moan out Alex’s name, reaching back to run your hand along his tight six pack as he fucks you. He gives you a quick feel before pinning your wrist behind your back, your face pressed tightly against the cushion as he pushes you into it with each thrust.

“Greedy,” he mumbles. “I know you like these muscles, but how am I supposed to make sure you keep letting me use you if I let you touch them right away?”

“Fucking me so good,” you cry into the couch.

“Yeah babe? Gonna let me in every time I get blue balled by Haley? Gonna be a good girl from now on?” Alex asks. His pace slows but he takes the time to push into you deeper, rolling his hips on your ass.

“Yes!”

“Give me your other arm,” he says. You remove it from the couch, reaching back. He presses your wrists together, keeping them pinned behind you with one hand as the other snakes around to rub harsh circles at your throbbing clit.

The transfer of full control to Alex and his calculated movements with your body have you nearing your second orgasm. Before you can say anything, he tells you, “Cum on my cock, babe. I want to know what you feel like when I’m making you cum.”

You let yourself unravel, cunt squeezing around his thick length as he shortens his thrusts, keeping most of his cock inside you but moving just enough to hit that perfect spot while he attacks your clit. “Fuck, Y/n, cunt feels s’fucking good right now.”

Alex fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out. “Lettin’ you choose tonight, where d’you want me to cum?”

You push yourself up as he releases you, turning to face him and kneeling down in front of him as you point to your chest. He hums, stroking himself fast as he aims his tip to your breasts. You place your hands on Alex’s thighs, gripping them for added balance as you look into his eyes. As he makes contact, his cock immediately begins to spurt out thick white ropes of cum, the warm liquid landing on your chest. As some of it hits your hardened nipples, you squirm at the feel of the hot cum in contrast to the cool air in the farmhouse.

Squeezing out the last drops, he lets go of his cock and places a lazy hand on your head, rubbing your scalp as he comes down from his high. You take his moment of weakness as opportunity to lick the last bit of cum from his tip, and his fingers pull at your hair. “Yoba, babe, can’t do that to me,” he breathes, trying to hide a smirk.

“Sorry,” you reply, not bothering to hide a grin as you rise to your feet. He puts a hand on your waist to steady you as you rise.

“Thanks for your help tonight.” He scans your body. “You look even better with my cum on you, so you might want to keep doing that.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Sure,” he winks. As he pulls on his clothes, he says, “I’ll let you get cleaned up. Don’t mention this to Haley or anyone, obviously. Just a little secret for us.” You nod as he pulls on his tank top. “I’ll see you soon, babe.” He gives you a quick kiss and heads toward the front door.

“Alex,” you call out suddenly. He stops, looking over his shoulder. “Do you use cherry chapstick?”

“No, but Haley does.” Alex grins. “Goodnight, Farmer.”