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megamindsecretlair · 2 months ago

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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.

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heaveninawildflower · 9 months ago

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'The Rose Tribe' taken from 'Illustrations of the Natural Orders of Plants' by Elizabeth Twining.

Published 1868 by Sampson Low, Son, and Marston.

University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign

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bananafiction · 3 months ago

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The Weight of Silence Part 1

Olivia Benson x Genderless Reader

2k words

The precinct hummed with the low buzz of voices, the rhythmic clicking of keyboards, and the shuffling of files as the Special Victims Unit delved into another case. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your tired arms over your head, stealing a glance at Captain Olivia Benson’s office. The glass walls of her office provided a clear view of her, head bent over a pile of files, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her desk lamp cast a soft glow that framed her in shadows, giving her an aura of authority and elegance.

You had been Olivia’s lieutenant for years now. Together, you’d seen more horrors than you cared to remember, stood in the thick of crimes that shook the city to its core, and brought justice to those who couldn’t fight for themselves. But through it all, you had stood by Olivia’s side. It wasn’t just a professional relationship—it was a bond forged in fire, through trust, respect, and something more, something neither of you dared to acknowledge.

There was an undeniable chemistry between you, something you could feel in every shared glance, every brush of her hand against yours, and every quiet moment spent side by side, piecing together the details of a case. It lingered like a shadow between you, this unspoken tension that crackled in the air, and though you both pretended it wasn’t there, everyone in the precinct knew.

“Lieutenant, we got something.” Fin’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

You turned toward him, grateful for the distraction. He held a tablet out to you, a frown pulling at his lips. “Take a look at this.”

You took the tablet, your eyes narrowing as you read over the autopsy report. The victim, a 16-year-old girl named Lily Sampson, had been found three days earlier in a dilapidated apartment building on the outskirts of Manhattan. Bruises covered her body, and the evidence pointed to a particularly violent sexual assault. The medical examiner had just confirmed that the DNA found at the scene was a match for a known predator—a man by the name of Gavin Ross, who had slipped through the cracks of the justice system more than once. A chill ran down your spine. Ross was bad news, and if he was involved, this case was far from over.

Olivia emerged from her office, her sharp gaze landing on you. She seemed to sense the change in the room, her posture immediately shifting to one of alertness. “What do we have?”

You passed her the tablet. “It’s worse than we thought. DNA came back, and it’s a match for Gavin Ross.”

Her eyes darkened as she skimmed through the report. “Ross… Damn it. I thought we’d locked him up two years ago.”

“We did. He got out on a technicality. Bad evidence collection on a prior case,” you said, your voice laced with frustration. “And now we’ve got a dead teenager on our hands.”

Olivia clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with anger and determination. “We’re not letting him slip through again. Not this time.”

Her resolve was one of the things you admired most about her. No matter how dark or twisted a case got, she never gave up. But with cases like this, you knew it took a toll. She bore the weight of every victim, carried the burden of every injustice like a cross. You saw it in the way her shoulders tensed at every new revelation, in the tired lines that had begun to crease her face.

“Let’s bring him in,” Olivia said, her voice firm. “Fin, Rollins, see if you can get an address on Ross. He’s slippery, but he’s got a pattern. Check the usual haunts.”

As the team dispersed, you caught up to Olivia. “Do you think we’ll get him this time?”

Her expression softened for just a moment, a fleeting crack in her armor. “We have to.”

Hours passed in a blur of dead ends and frustration. Ross had gone underground. Fin and Rollins had come up empty at every location they searched. You could see the tension building in Olivia’s shoulders, the weight of the case pressing down on her. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the squad room began to empty out, officers heading home or grabbing a few hours of sleep before the next shift. But you and Olivia remained, as always, locked in the hunt.

You sat across from her at her desk, the two of you going over case notes, when Olivia suddenly slammed a file shut, frustration bubbling over. “We’re missing something,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

You watched her carefully. “We’ll find him, Liv. We always do.”

She looked up at you, her eyes softening at the sound of your voice. There it was again, that unspoken connection—just beneath the surface, always there, always waiting. “You should go home. Get some rest. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

“I’ll go when you go,” you said, your voice gentle but firm.

A small smile tugged at her lips, the first one you’d seen all day. “Stubborn as ever, huh?”

You shrugged, leaning back in your chair. “It’s one of my many talents.”

The brief flicker of amusement in her eyes warmed your chest, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by the heavy burden of the case. Olivia’s hand moved to the file in front of her, fingers tracing the edge of a photograph of the victim, her eyes distant. “She was so young,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

You stood and moved around her desk, standing beside her. You didn’t say anything—there was nothing to say that would make it better. But you placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. She glanced up at you, and for a moment, something passed between you, something raw and unguarded.

Her gaze flicked to your hand on her shoulder, and you quickly pulled away, clearing your throat. The tension crackled in the air like static electricity, the pull between you undeniable. But, like always, it was left unsaid.

Before either of you could say anything more, Rollins burst through the doors of the squad room, her face flushed with urgency. “We’ve got something. A tip came in—Ross was spotted at a motel down in Hell’s Kitchen. We’ve got units headed there now.”

Olivia shot to her feet, all traces of fatigue gone. “Let’s go.”

You were already moving, adrenaline pumping through your veins as the three of you rushed out of the precinct, sirens blaring as you sped through the darkened streets of Manhattan.

The motel was a run-down, seedy place tucked away in the shadows of Hell’s Kitchen. The kind of place where people disappeared. As you approached, your heart pounded in your chest. This was it—your chance to bring Ross in before he slipped away again.

“Units have the perimeter secured,” Rollins reported, her voice low as the three of you approached the motel doors, weapons drawn. “He’s holed up in room 214.”

Olivia nodded, her face a mask of focus. “Let’s do this.”

You took position beside her, exchanging a quick glance. In that brief second, the rest of the world fell away. It was just you and her, two parts of the same machine, moving together without needing to speak. The trust between you was absolute.

Olivia knocked on the door, her voice authoritative. “NYPD! Gavin Ross, open up!”

Silence.

Your grip tightened on your weapon, your pulse quickening. Every second felt like an eternity. Then, suddenly, the door flew open, and Ross bolted.

“Stop!” Olivia shouted, but Ross didn’t listen.

You sprang into action, chasing him down a narrow alley behind the motel. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the confined space as you closed the distance between you. You could hear Olivia right behind you, her breath labored but determined.

Ross darted around a corner, but you were faster. You lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. He struggled, but you pinned him down, twisting his arm behind his back as you slapped the cuffs on him.

Olivia was beside you in an instant, her eyes blazing with triumph. “You’re done, Ross. You’re not getting away this time.”

Ross spat at her feet, but Olivia didn’t flinch. She stood tall, her presence commanding as always, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. This was what you did, what you both did—together.

Back at the precinct, the team was abuzz with the victory. Ross was in custody, the case was wrapped, and Lily Sampson’s family would finally have justice. It was a rare moment of celebration in a job that so often ended in heartbreak.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, you found yourself back at Olivia’s office. She was sitting at her desk, her expression thoughtful, but there was a quiet satisfaction in her eyes.

You knocked softly on the doorframe. “Mind if I come in?”

She looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. “Always.”

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. There was a comfortable silence between you, the weight of the case finally lifting. But just as you began to settle into that brief moment of reprieve, your phone buzzed. The precinct’s alert system flashed across the screen—a new development. Something big.

Olivia’s phone buzzed at the same time. She looked at you, her brow furrowing. “What is it?”

You glanced at your phone. “Ross’s prints came up on another crime scene. It just came in.”

Olivia’s face darkened, the weariness of the day replaced by a sharp edge of concern. “Another crime scene? When?”

You scrolled through the alert. “Two days ago. The body of a woman found in a park in Queens. Her face wasn’t recognizable, but the prints match Ross.”

A heavy silence settled between you. You thought you had him, thought this was finally over, but it seemed Ross had been busy before you caught him. Another victim. Another life lost.

Olivia rubbed her temples, her voice low but full of resolve. “We need to talk to him again. If there’s another victim, we can’t afford to wait.”

You nodded, already standing up. “I’ll grab the case file on the new victim. Let’s go make sure he doesn’t slither out of this one.”

The precinct was quieter now, the late hour thinning out most of the officers and detectives, but as you and Olivia moved with purpose toward the holding cells, it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Cases like this were never clean, never simple. They stuck to you, left scars that couldn’t be healed.

When you reached the interrogation room, Ross was slouched in his chair, his wrists shackled to the table, his face twisted into a smug smile that made your stomach turn. The guy had no remorse—he never had. He glanced up lazily as you and Olivia entered, his expression daring you to do something.

Olivia didn’t waste any time. “We found your prints at a second crime scene, Gavin. Two days ago. Another woman dead. You think this is over?”

He shrugged. “You got me on one, Benson. But two? You sure about that?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Olivia. This was typical of predators like Ross—never give anything up unless they had to. His cocky demeanor only made the tension between you and Olivia grow thicker, the unspoken frustration of dealing with another monster who thought he could outsmart the system.

Olivia stepped closer, her voice low and dangerous. “We’re sure, Gavin. And so is the DA. This isn’t just about Lily anymore. You’re going down for both, and we’ll make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your miserable life.”

Ross’s smirk faltered slightly, but he leaned forward, his eyes glittering with something dark and twisted. “You really think you know me, Benson? You think you know everything I’ve done?” He chuckled, a sound that made your blood boil. “There’s more. And you won’t even scratch the surface.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. You could feel the anger radiating off her in waves, but she didn’t give in to his provocation. Instead, she motioned for you to step outside with her.

Once in the hallway, you could see the tension in her posture, the way her fingers drummed against her side. You knew what she was thinking—this case was spiraling, and the more you learned, the darker it became.

“He’s taunting us,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her frustration clear.

You nodded, your mind racing. “He’s hiding something. We need to dig deeper—check for other unsolved cases, anything that fits his MO.”

Olivia turned to you, her eyes intense, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to slow. You were standing closer than usual, the small space between you filled with that ever-present tension. Her eyes flicked over your face, lingering for just a moment too long.

You swallowed, feeling the pull, that undeniable chemistry that had been simmering for years. “We’ll get him,” you said, your voice softer than intended.

Olivia held your gaze for a second longer before nodding, her expression softening just a fraction. “We always do.”

The next day passed in a blur of information gathering and connecting dots. You worked tirelessly alongside Olivia, poring over files, cross-referencing old cases, and piecing together Ross’s movements. What you uncovered was chilling.

There were at least three other unsolved cases over the past year that matched Ross’s MO—each victim a young woman, each one lured to an isolated location and murdered brutally. The cases had slipped through the cracks, but now, with Ross in custody, it was clear he had been hunting for far longer than anyone had realized.

You and Olivia sat across from one another at a table covered in photos, maps, and reports. Your shoulders brushed occasionally as you leaned in to point out connections, the closeness sending small shocks through you. It was nothing new—this proximity—but lately, it felt heavier, more charged.

As you pointed to a spot on the map, showing where one of the victims had been found, Olivia’s hand brushed yours. Neither of you pulled away immediately, and your eyes met, lingering just a beat too long. There it was again—that unspoken electricity that had crackled between you for years.

You cleared your throat, pulling your hand back and trying to refocus. “If we push the DA, we might be able to tie Ross to these other cases. Build a stronger profile.”

Olivia nodded, her voice a little quieter than before. “You’re right. Let’s get the detectives on it.”

But even as you both continued to talk strategy, the air between you felt different. Something had shifted in that moment of accidental touch, something that neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge.

It was late again, the precinct emptying out as you and Olivia prepared for one final push. Ross had been formally charged for Lily’s murder and the second victim, but the investigation was far from over. You both knew there were more victims, more pieces to the puzzle that needed to be solved.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of Olivia’s desk as she reviewed the updated case files, the soft light from her desk lamp casting a warm glow over the room. There was a comfortable silence between you, the weight of the day’s work settling into your bones, but there was also something else—something that made your chest tighten every time you looked at her.

Olivia glanced up at you, her lips curving into a small, tired smile. “You’re still here.”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. “I said I’d go when you go.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze holding yours for a moment before she spoke again. “You always have my back, don’t you?”

There was something in her voice—something softer, more vulnerable. It caught you off guard.

“Always,” you replied, your voice equally soft. The word felt heavier than usual, like it carried more than just professional loyalty.

Olivia leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. The tension that usually held her so tightly seemed to slip away, and for the first time that night, she looked almost relaxed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of her words hanging between you. For a moment, the case, the precinct, the entire world seemed to fade away. All that remained was the two of you, the unspoken bond that had always been there but had never been acknowledged.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could come, the sound of your phone buzzing on the desk shattered the moment.

You both blinked, the spell broken. Olivia sat up straighter, her usual mask of composure slipping back into place as she glanced at your phone. “Looks like you’ve got a message.”

You grabbed the phone, glancing down at the screen. It was a notification from Fin—Ross’s lawyer had arrived at the precinct, and they were prepping for another round of questioning in the morning.

Olivia stood, her expression shifting back to business as usual. “Looks like tomorrow’s going to be another long day.”

You nodded, slipping your phone into your pocket. “Yeah. Guess we should call it a night.”

As you both gathered your things, the tension between you returned, heavier than ever. But just like always, it remained unspoken.

As you walked out of the precinct together, the cool night air hitting your skin, you stole one last glance at Olivia. There was something in her eyes, something you couldn’t quite read, but before you could dwell on it, she gave you a small smile.

“Good night,” she said softly.

“Good night, Olivia,” you replied, your heart aching with everything you couldn’t say.

And as you both went your separate ways, the weight of silence followed you, lingering in the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

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currentfandomkick · 6 months ago

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So. Back after getting sick and mostly recovered, and able to write again. This one has been editted a few times, and yes the visit continues to next part. Skulker narrates again as Sampson is difficult to write—yes she’s getting more narration at somepoint i hope, but our fave gorilla is not cooperating, and Danny is not awake.

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Enjoy the contained(?) chaos.

Danny’s awful hospital visit pt 1

Danny was tired. So, so tired. But he had to patrol. Taco’s antics didnt stop his other rogues from existing or causing problems. But whatever power that be who chose mercy? He was sooo making fudge for tomorrow, and setting up an altar.

All hail ‘no one else on patrol’ god(s). May their pillows be their preferred temperature at all times, their food just right and the ambiance absolute. Or whatever.

That pull was back, the one he always got by the portal and let it lead him home.

He barely clocked the heat from the water or pressure change. Just bounced a bit before going to Sleep Spot and curling up.

Some Asshole grabbed him and he bit them. Not hard enough to take off a limb, sadly. He was too tired for that.

Then he was in Warm Arms like Dad, but Dad isnt purple…

Whatever, Nocturne take the wheel. he’s sleepy

There was some jostling, but nothing he couldn’t sleep through.

Then he was being pulled. And there was screaming and yelling but he didn’t understand ANYTHING.

His head hurt. His tail hurthurt.

His eyes got too hot in Sampson’s arms and he Wailed.

The yelling stopped and he clung to Not Dad But Close Enough.

There were too many people in there.

But they stopped making sounds. He curled back into Not Dad’s arms and went back to sleep as Safe Soft was talking somewhere and would keep him safesafesafe

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Skulker was true to his word, and recruited Ember, Kitty and Johnny 13 in distracting the ectopus assaulting the Whelp.

Seeing Ember’s Bandmates throwing ectoblasts outside of trickshots and dares was an oddity. And a good reminder of why one does not enrage a performer: their fans and allies come in droves of untrained and un-to-semi-tapped potential destruction.

Skulker was preoccupied with keeping Sampson invisible in the Aquarium to observe their skills firsthand, despite requesting their aide.

The Whelp floated in, shrunk to a small, finned creature who’s tail was far too fancy for his liking as he flopped into the water.

One of the nursing sharks swam with him and her calf, nudging him to something Skulker didn’t see.

He moved to stop them.

Sampson snarled and hit her chest. She became especially loud he moved to grab the brat, and it was a miracle the Whelp didn’t hear them.

He tried to glare back at her, only to get a face full of protectLOVEmineSoncherishSafesafesafe

Right…he had to wait for the mother to give the go ahead before nabbing the overgrown Newly Dead. Liminals.

The crashing and slips of tentacle from the far walls were far from comforting, but there wasn’t a ghost in existence dumb enough to test a parent regarding their young. Not that he’d come across and survived.

Sampson circled the tanks with low huffs as she inspected the one with the whelp hiding in the rock crevice she could not get into, given the who-knew-how-many-galleons tank and her inability to breathe underwater, unlike her fishy son.

Once Sampson deemed it ‘safe’; she moved to the closest part of the tanks and banged her chest until her fist flew through it. She moved through the glass slowly compared to the Whelp, but she is still learning to use more than just her strength if he wasn’t mistaken. A few moments later she came out cradling she her sleeping son, mertail hanging limply and softly biting his forefins, despite her best efforts to move his teething elsewhere.

Ember’s guitar rocked the building as Skulker guided Sampson out and kept them invisible. The last thing the whelp needed was someone connecting Topo’s assaults with all of his identities and alter egos.

Skulker increasingly regretted not getting to mount this Taco on a hospital wall for the time being. Especially as the ectopus made another wild grab, only for shadow to phase through him and get hit with a falling beam that stuck.

Safekeeping the Whelp first, debate ending the ectopus later. Hunting a ghost that hasn’t even had their first shedding this viscously, to the point of soul regressions, was beyond poor taste… what are the chances the hospital would help him press charges in the Greater Courts over this? Low. Very low…

Kitty’s warcry brought him back to reality. Johnny and Shadow tailed Taco with Ember hot on his heels.

The sight soothed some of his wrath. The whelp is a bastard, but no new ghost deserves a third of what Taco is putting Phantom through, stressed to soul regression…

And the ectopus has the gaul to keep going.

Leading Sampson to the Whelp’s haunt wasn’t as difficult when she remembered to stay invisible. Key word: when.

The Whelp managing to turn them both intangible in his sleep was an unexpected boon, especially when passing a group of living teens.

The mention of the Whelp’s darker frightmate hunting down whatever killed Sampson and the ‘baby mer’ were not his problem.

Managing to get into the Whelp’s familial haunt was annoying as usual—but he is far better at dodging than the whelp and the amateur hunters who can’t even skin a Newly Dead.

Pathetic, but not unexpected from living non-liminals playing with the Realms.

Getting into the basement to the portal was rather simple given the whelp’s sister distracting her parents with some essay of hers. And the thumbs up she gave him…

He had a feeling for all she can’t get a ghost’s name right, she will be just as much of a problem once he gives the whelp his necessary skinning.

Carbon existences, he’d never understand them and their ‘physical needs’.

The portal felt odd with the Whelp. A deathwail and a choking sensation stuck itself to his real body, not his prosthetic.

He shook it off, only to see Sampson flying through walls in the Zone. That was a nightmare to wrangle and direct.

“Sampson no—that is not the way to the Healers! This way, follow me or so help me I will carry you to the hospital and let you explain the whelp’s condition!”

Sampson bared her teeth before acquiescing. forced the time being at least. Wandering off was expected, but unwelcome. After the diagnosis they could do that. Not before.

Who knows if she’ll wander into a portal with the whelp? And that would be as good as an ending sentence for those two.

Skulker almost cried when the hospital specializing in pre-shed ghostlings came into view, and understood the what was going on before he could try and explain.

“Nurse Practitioner Amira, another Unshed—mentioned Phantom may be forced to come here soon, i take it you are his Chosen Parent?”

“Not me,” Skulker threw his hands up. “This one, Sampson.”

Amira smiled a bit too sharply for a moment. “Ah. A liminal of another species, in charge of the unshed halfa… can she understand ghost speak?”

Sampson snarled in response, while rocking the Whelp.

“Understood. I can take the halfa into an examine room. Are you available to translate as needed? Liminals are more difficult to understand.”

Sampson glared at him.

He caved. “I am available for this visit, future ones uncertain. I do have a haunt to manage and others i need to tend to, besides the whelp.”

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soft-persephone · 8 days ago

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I saw your fic between Alex Cross x reader x John Sampson and I was wondering if you could write the three of them more. Your writing is fantastic.

Thank you so much! My heart is quite literally melting. I am nothing but a pudlle. please, its too much! 🥺🫣😳

Anon I stressed over what I could possibly write that could somehow follow up part one, and then I felt guilty because it took me so long to figure it out and I didn’t want you to think I was avoiding/ignoring you, but it all hit me today.

So enjoy this fic I wrote in between my downtime at work. I hope you like it just as much as part 1!!!

Some Things Never Change 2

MDNI //WC: 5k// Explicit descriptions of sex, oral both m and f receiving, threesome, Alex and John talk you through it, sick and twisted childhood games, but in a good way, // masterlist //

You startled.

Two loud raps from your door echoed through the quaint house.

It’s previous owners, your grandparents, long gone, but not forgotten. It was left to your father, and he planned on selling it, but at the tender age you were, begged him to keep it and give it to you, and as a father who never failed to give you your heart's desire, relented.

You still had an apartment in the city, but you didn’t want to be found at the moment. Drooling into the parlor couch cushions and curbing off a hangover as you drifted in and out of sleep was the evidence of it.

So the fact that someone was knocking at your door and stirring you out of your sleep had you less than enthused to get up.

Wiping your face, you count to three under your breath and swing your body upwards into a sitting position.

You sighed and stood, not stressing to let whoever at the door know you were coming.

Because who told them to come in the first place.

You opened the door and blinked. “Alex?”

“Hey.” He drawled in a way you always loved, dropping his fist that was daring to make a second attempt to alert his presence. “Thought you might want some breakfast.”

He held a plate wrapped in foil in his hand.

You stared at it before slowly moving a hand towards it.

“Uhm. . .” His fingers brush along yours as he hands it over. He dips his head in an attempt to catch your gaze, but you avoid it.

Not to avoid him, but because your brain starts to catch up with you, leaving you to begin to wonder what you look like right now as you place the plate on the entryway table. What day is it? Do you smell like alcohol? Or. . . worse.

You should apologize.

But as you turn your head to look at him, you’re floored.

Those deep brown eyes that tower over you, gloss over with an emotion so strong it fills the air and becomes tangible, an emotion you understand, an emotion that pangs you with tinges of guilt as you feel it and let it fill you.

He steps forward and you step back. He shuts the door behind him with a swing. A hint of a smile graces his face as he wordlessly acknowledges the old creaking scream it had when you both were younger is gone.

“It’s cold,” he says in a low voice,” igniting the emotion in the air, letting it stick to your skin like the snow that clings on his brow, sticks to his boots, and flitters off his coat, “and you don’t have on no clothes.”

You smile and laugh softly at that, hating it.

It should have killed the tension, but he reaches out. His large hands slide along your waist, trailing under the fabric of the t-shirt, reaching under the fabric above the hemline of your panties. You can’t tell if he’s falling into you or pulling you closer, but your brain moves on autopilot. Despite your bare legs and semi indecent state, it commands you to pull at the collar and slide it off his coat of his shoulders. Your toes curling up on their tiny tips to kiss him on the cheek.

A courtesy, even hungover, you never fail to do, but in your focus to fight the tension in the air, you miss the look on his face and the glint in his eye as he tilts his head and envelope your mouth with his, demanding you to feel it to let it take over you, and immodestly you surrender.

You never court say no to Alex.

He takes over. Sliding out of his coat and forcefully putting it on the rack. The slide of his tongue stops its pleading languid exploration of your mouth and becomes more urgent. The breaks between each surge of his lips becomes shorter and less frequent. Your lungs burn desperately, but you bear the pain and pursue your desire, your soul burning for more of him.

He grabs you by your thighs and lifts you onto the entryway table, shoving everything on it to the side, and finally letting you breathe. His mouth trails kisses down your jaw and with your first breath you moan.

In one desperate kiss at your collar, his teeth brush along your skin, tingling your senses. His path to your chest is stopped by your shirt. With parted lips and furrowed brow he grabs at the hem of your shirt, beginning to fling it off of you when the door swings open, the frost of the chilly air bites at your toes, desperate to cool down the the desire and longing of you and Alex’s creation, but it ultimately fails.

But it’s no match for what follows it inside as he swings the door shut.

“Lil Bit.” John’s voice rings low in the air. It rumbles like the soft rolling thunder before the rain patters down, deceiving what is expected from his size, not crashing and booming in the way people expect, when he loses his temper. “What have I told you about not locking this door?” He scolds.

“It’s not that type of time John.” Alex lowly replies.

But you don’t care about that or why, more upset with the step he takes back and the way he helps you down off the table.

You keep your eyes on John. He smirks, wrapping his hand around your chin. The leather creaks as his fingers dig into your cheeks and his palm presses against your chin.

The emotion in the air dissipates, becoming something appropriate between a group of friends, losing its spark.

John gives Alex a look and he nods.

John remains still before finally nodding back in affirmation.

You thin your lips, ignoring his gaze as it quickly flickers to you.

Yes, you knew what he was silently asking and telling Alex, but you refused to acknowledge it, too raw from your conversation earlier today. Still reeling, you weren’t in a place to keep apologizing for your feelings.

Whatever happens should happen.

But John knew the truth even if he didn’t know how you were feeling if you wouldn't say it.

He knew how reckless you could be on a spiral.

“We gonna keep this out here or are we gonna take it up to the bedroom.”

Licking your lips, you finally acknowledge him.

“Okay.” You mutter softly, making your way upstairs. You don’t have to check if they’re following you or not.

The sounds of hsuffling boots thud at the front door, as you make your ascent you can hear the rustling of their clothes coming off their bodies as they discard them, not caring where they land. A problem to worry about later.

As you finally sit on bed littered with members in a updated room filled with just as many, Alex silently shifts behind you, beating you to it and sliding your shirt off for you.

He wanted to do it.

He always did like unwrapping presents. He practically liked it more than the present itself. The slow reveal, the process, the time and care someone puts into it. The mini bite size mystery of it all.

John wastes no time. With large warm hands he firmly turns you over, pressing the small of your back into the bed, he spreads your legs open. As he removes your panties you wince into the sheets as his breath dances along your clit. He envelopes your pussy with his mouth. The warm contrast of it, the heated swipe of his tongue as he delves into you, and the way he yanks the flimsy fabric off of you makes you cry out with a whimper.

Your hips grind along his face, Chasing the heat of his mouth and the scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, and he lets you. Following after your rhythm with two of his fingers as he eats you out. The soft wet sounds feel even louder and more encompassing in Alex’s silence.

You move to smother the sounds into the sheets but Alex stops you, cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand.

You turn your head up and bat your lashes, wanting to see him, fearing a judgment to match his silence, but you're floored by the warmness. The complete awe and desire that fill his gaze.

He slides his thumb along your bottom lips before dipping it into your mouth. You attempt to wrap your lips around it, eager to please, but with a gentle firm grip, he pushes his thumb against your tongue. “Look at you.” He says low, his voice thick with desire.

He mindlessly parts his lips in the same slow movement as his thumb parts yours, leaving you at his mercy.

A grin slowly morphs his features as his eyes dart from your mouth to lock with your eyes.

John adds another finger and you close them, letting out a choked sound at the stretch, a sudden gush of your arousal follows, flooding his fingers, making it just as easy as before to fuck yourself on his hand. The grinding of your hips stutters, slowing down, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Smoothly, desperately you glide your hips up and down his fingers.

John’s free hand clasps tightly on your thigh, the small bed of his nails digging into the plump skin and he stops the grinding of your hips, the pursuit of your high. Slowly, he plants one long kiss on your pussy, pushing his tongue deep into you, his beard doing more than creating a friction as he did. Your hips reflexively try to move away, but with his firm grip on you, you can’t.

“John.” You cry out.

“You like how he does that, huh.” Alex starts.

The bed dips as he makes his descent towards you, his hand sliding down your neck from your cheek. He presses against your sternum, slowly turning you onto your side, so that you can lay against the pillows near the head of the bed.

John follows the movement of you. With a strong grip on your thigh, he keeps your legs spread as you move to the side. In a single wet slurp his mouth was off you, the air of the room makes you wince as he and Alex move you in unison, but he hasn’t moved far. The steady pants of his breath between your legs had your pussy throbbing, caving in on itself, confused on whether it needed a break or something inside.

“You want him to do it again?” Alex tilts his head at John not waiting for you to respond, and he starts his slow other to pull you sort once more. He pushes one finger into you and wraps his mouth around your clit for the second time.

You keen as Alex closes the distance between him and your body. His lips trailing from your collar on downwards.

The fire at your core ignites once more, this time more burning than the last. Your hips start their chase, even more desperate this time for release, but as John curls his finger inside of you while eating you out, you whine, speeding up, practically bouncing on his face, his fingers, but with a wontonous grace he lifts your leg higher and presses his face more firmly against you, giving you more than what you can ask for.

Alex’s lips grace your collar with a searing embrace, his lips hot, he murmurs into your skin, “you move your hips on his face like you're used to it.”

Each kiss became more urgent, sloppier as his teeth nicked at your skin with each one heading towards your chest. With gentle cruelty he wraps his mouth around one for your breast, sucking hard until your nipple pebbles in his mouth. Your back arches, pushing your hips further into John who matches the movement with a second finger.

“You’ve done this plenty of times.” Alex coaxes you, “you can take it.” He says as you whine, before moving to your other breast. “Give her another finger, John.”

And he did, stuffing you full and lapping you up with his tongue like a man starved.

Too much, it was all too much to be back where you started and twice as sensitive. Alex pressed his palm against your tummy, holding you firmly onto the bed, firmly keeping you in place and John dives deep into your pussy once more with his tongue sliding hotly against that one spot. The feeling of his beard you once chased suddenly unbearable, the scratch too harsh.

You whimper through your orgasm.

Alex cups your face one more to keep your head up and your mouth open, making your sounds fill the little room you shared so many times as kids.

“Just like that, Bitbit.” Alex coos in your ear from above. . “Let it out. Let it all out. Forget about Marcus. We got you now.”

You were never baby or baby girl. You were Lil Bit. . .. their little Bitbit.

Once done, John removes himself from you, finally letting your thigh go. You gratefully fall into the bed.

John stands to his full height, shoving his underwear off. Your eyes flutter, unable to take his searing gaze, unable to bear the sight of his thick heavy dick.

Has he always been the big? You don’t remember being so intimidated by his size before Marcus.

You look up for a reprieve, but Alex stairs down at you with crossed arms, his dick straining hard against his briefs, the sight leaving you to decide to close your eyes. Your limbs were weak, your body settled in its position, a wave of comfort and content washes over you. You could just—

“Uhn-uh,” Alex firmly pats at your cheek, jolting you awake, “you ain’t going to sleep now. You need to finish what you started.”

A lie.

You hadn’t started anything, but you were too weak to argue. You weakly grab his hand and settle it against your face to stop the slapping. You rub your thumb against the back of his hand to let him know you were awake.

“What you want John?” Alex speaks to him not tearing his eyes away from you.

“Think I wanna see her take you in her mouth like she used to.”

Alex hummed, his eyes almost rolling back at the thought.

“It has been a while since we’ve done something like this, hasn’t it?.” Alex’s tone was almost playful, calm and conversational. “How could I forget?”

John grunted softly, not not was a chuckle. You were too weak and his voice was so low, the sounds so similar. He always liked to put extra bass in his voice. If you weren’t in the state you were in, you would have called him out on it.

“How ‘bout you, Sugar?”

Alex puts hand on his chin, tilting his head in thought before pointing at him.

“I think I want to see her grind on your dick like she was on your face.”

“Sound good to you Bitbit?” John graveled.

“Mm.” You slurred out a mumble of incoherent sounds. Trying to look at him, either of them.

“I know what she wants.” Alex spoke for you, moving his hand as he spoke.

“I think she wants you to kiss her.”

You hated how your body immediately responded, rushing with a surge of energy to influence a new budding of desire throughout your being. How your eyes fluttered open and focused on John with no difficulty. The burning of your core that told you how much you wanted it, and the dipping of your hips and arch in your back told him.

John titled his head, his face not revealing anything to you that said he would do it. Looking cool and laid back, like he wasn’t standing bare in front of his best friend with his third friend naked in the bed between them.

“I don’t know,” he looked at Alex, ignoring you, she’s not saying anything so it’s hard to tell.”

You held back a whimper. You hated this game and you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“I gotchu,” Alex’s hand was suddenly on you. Brushing along your skin from your side to your breast. He thumbs at one of your nipples, making you squirm. “See how her back is still arched from when I asked, how she all of a sudden isn’t sleepy no more. How she won’t stop looking at you.” Alex started teasing your other nipple. Unable to hold it in any longer, you release a high keen, weakly whimpering under him.

“That’s how you can tell how bad she wants you to kiss her.”

John hums in mock affirmation, the bed dipping further as he settles over you.

“Is that true Lil Bit,” he teases, “all you gotta do is ask.”

“Oh she’s not gonna ask.” Alex’s grin is cruel. “Probably because, and I’ll admit– Lord, bless my soul, but I said some awfully hurtful things last night, and now I think she’s too scared to ask you for what she wants.”

“Ohh, Bitbit.” The rumble of John’s voice as he leans over you is sinful. Your pussy throbs at the sound. “You don’t need to be scared. I’m still the same John,” he placed a hand on the leg hat has the marks of his nails on it. He tenderly brushes his thumb along the soft bruised skin of your inner thigh, “I’ll give you what you want. All you have to do is ask.”

“Come on Bitbit.” Alex leans down to kiss your temple. “John knows you don’t love him. He knows you aren’t going to beg him for something real. I didn’t mean it.” Alex’s voice is soft and warm. He kisses you behind your ear and you understand.

I’m sorry.

You open your eyes, unsure when you closed them and look at John. His gaze is heavy, not just with desire. Understanding slowly graces his features and they fall into something serious not completely discernible to you, but he breaks the spell for you, not leaving it up for guess.

“I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore.” You blurt out in a soft voice. Unlike them you can’t let your actions speak for you when you're at your breaking point. You have to say it or the emotions will break you. “I thought you’d think that I want more and I’d never ask you for that, but sometimes I feel that way and I don’t want—but I can’t help it and—“

John closes the space between you, shutting you up with a kiss. His beard tickles along the ksin of your cheeks and chin. His hand gripping your face, the way his mouth firmly envelopes yours, and the hot wet swipe of his tongue has a moan force its way through your body. You moan, shuddering beneath him, tasting yourself on his tongue, it makes you squirm, your pussy ache, but you can’t stop. Pressing your tongue against his for more, eagerly taking what he gives you and all that you can on your own.

He breaks the kiss, exhaling along your lips, but you can’t stand to be apart, to let it be over. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip before taking his mouth in yours and you do it again and again and again— and he lets you.

Alex snakes his hand into the roots of your hair and pulls you back into his chest. Craning your neck in his grip, he kisses you from behind. You give him the same attention you give John, except you bite his bottom lip between your teeth. He attempts to push his tongue further in your mouth than John ever did, silently creating a competition to one up him.

And what a close competition it was.

You moan and he removes his grip from your hair.

“Face down. Ass up. Keep your mouth open.”

With weak legs you obey, unable to move as quickly as they do. John slaps your ass right before you could move it up, making you yelp.

“Don’t be mean.” Alex drawls, as he carefully gathers your hair and gently grasps it in a firm grip, so it’s out your face. He then takes his other hand to grab your jaw to keep your mouth open, “not when she’s been so good.” With one languid thrust, Alex pushes himself as far as he can.

John plunges into your pussy with little distance, the sudden fullness makes you keen around Alex, the sound muffled around his dick.

John starts pounding into you in slow hard thrusts. The wet smack of his hips into yours has you losing focus on sucking off Alex who was only half way in your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You better move those hips to match each one of those back shots before I stop being nice.” You squeeze around John at his words, and he lets out a groan.

“Fuck, Alex.” He pants. “Don’t talk to her like that, or you’re g-gonna ruin it.”

“Uh-uh, I said that’s what I wanted to see, and I wanna see it.”

Whining, you turn your attention towards moving your hips back to meet John’s, letting out a short whimper over Alex’s dick with each one. Who seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he pumped what couldn’t fit into your mouth with his hand.

“Ohh just like that Bitbit. You’re taking John so good.” He moaned.

You couldn’t do both. You couldn’t focus on hollowing your cheeks and take as much of him down your throat as you could and keep throwing it back. Your pussy starts to ache, having enough your hips do their best to lift off of him as quickly as they could and still keep a steady rhythm. John didn’t like that.

Thrusting harder, he grabbed your sides, pulling you back and helping you meet each one.

You moan around Alex, drool dripping down your cheek as he tries to thrust further into your mouth, but your throat squeezes too soon, pushing him out.

He swears under his breath.

“Help me out John. I think Lil Bit needs some encouragement.”

John roughly grabs your ass, letting his nails dig half moons into your skin. He massages his thumb along your other whole, gently kneading it around the rim. You keen, squeezing him further inside you.

He pushes his thumb inside you with a hiss.

At the sudden intrusion you open up, your pussy bottoming out, allowing John to somehow fuck even deeper into you, and with the drawn out moan you let our around Alex at the foreign feeling, it gives him enough room to plunge all the way past your lips for his tip to hit the base of your throat.

“There you go Bitbit. You just needed some help. You're taking us both so well now.”

Alex moans as he slowly fucks your throat, letting you get used to the feeling. He slides his hand from your jaw to your neck, feeling himself slide in and out as he shallowly fucks your throat.

“Tell her how good she’s being John. She needs to hear it from you too.”

“So good. Bitbit.” John slowed down as he spoke, letting you feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you, going all the way out until you could only feel his tip and rolling his hips until you were full of all of him.

“So wet,” he grunted, “tight as always.”

His thrusts became quicker and so did Alex’s, rushes of his precum trickled down your throat.

They both moved rougher, faster, and all you could do was whine, whimper, and take it.

“Tell her to take it, John.” Alex pant, grabbing the back of your head with both hands.

“Don’t give out now,” John reprimanded in a low strong voice, your walls throbbed around him, “take it. . . .Take it just like that, Bitbit.” He continued, driving you crazy. “Don’t waste a single drop or you’ll have to make it up to us.”

He thrust harder into you, Alex was already spilling down your throat, you hollowed it out, desperate to keep it all down.

Alex cradled your head against him until he was done. The neatly trimmed hairs at his base tickled your nose. He wiped the stray tears from your cheek as he did. “You did so good. So good for us.”

“Does he state like you remember?” John huffed. He pulled you closer to him now that Alex was done.

Your whimpers filled the room as he repositioned his grip on your hips, his fingers digging.

“Don’t be like that Bitbit.” He pushed your head down into the sheets and shoved your hips up. “You were so good for Alex. I know you can be good for me too.”

The pace he set was brutal. His thrusts as he matched your hips were powerful enough to leave bruises. You mewled as he did, drool pooling into the sheets as held you down.

You gripped the sheets by your head. You’d be surprised if they weren’t split with the force. The slamming of his hips hard enough to rock you off the bed.

With a low groan he leaned over you. His chest pressing your back into the mattress as he came.

He moaned above you. The vibrations of it rattled against your skin. You squirm, hips canting foward subconsciously to escape the fullness, much too sensitive.

But John held you firmly down. His hips following yours, keeping his dick firmly inside of you.

His cum fills you up to an unimaginable degree.

Has there always been this much?

A dumb question. He wasn’t called Two-John for nothing. He had enough for two men at least, proving his namesake.

He steadily lifted himself from you. Not sure why you moved your head up, searching his lips. They brushed along his as he moved to kiss you on the temple. That’s what he was trying to do, you vaguely remember always wanting him to kiss you instead, but this time you took what you wanted.

He huffed a silent laugh into your face with a light smirk.

Humming, he grabbed your chin and held your face still so he could finish what he set out to do and kiss the side of your head.

Satisfied he let go and lifted off the bed.

Alex threw him a towel.

“I know you’re tired, but you need to move with me.” John tapped your thigh, making you yelp. Not that it hurt, but it was surprising.

You did your best, but you were practically useless, but he was a smart man, figuring it out and managing to clean you off with the warm towel.

He tossed it back to Alex who threw it into the bathroom across the hall and tossed John another one.

“You too.”

John smacked his teeth, but otherwise didn’t complain.

“One more time.” Alex softly coached you into a more comfortable positioning in the bed so he and John could lay next to you.

An odd sense of Deja vu, or would nostalgia be a more appropriate term, washed over you.

Many times you all had been tucked into bed just like this. Either by your Granny or Nana Mama, giggling throughout the night until someone threatened to get a switch or belt.

“So it’s over with Marcus.” John drew circles into your skin. His hand brushing warmly against your belly. The warmth of his hand stirred at the feeling of Alex cum still oddly warm within you. Your pussy faintly throbs at the thought.

You cleared your throat. “It was mutual.” Your voice was softly horse and weak, fucked out. “. . . If he showed up right now. I think I’d take him back. I think I regret it.”

Alex wraps his hand around your chin and pulls your face up into a kiss as he dips his head down to meet your lips.

When he broke it, he stared into your eyes, understanding.

John weakly trailed his hand to your neck, softly tapping at your chin, so soft you almost missed it, but you didn’t, you couldn’t. It was not possible.

Answering, you turned over, placing a hand on his chest as you reached up to caress your hand softly at his beard.

“Come here.” He relented, commanding you softly.

Obeying, you closed the distance, washing yourself on his tongue once more.

He also understood. Breaking the kiss, he settled his forehead on yours. He holds nothing against you.

He didn’t say it, but you could tell. You could feel it. Emotion swells within you and tears threaten the corner of your eyes. Before you could settle back down into the bed, and hide them from John. Alex reaches for your face once more and pulls you back into him, kissing you with more fervor than he had done previously, not letting go until you made a soft wanting noise in his mouth.

Then John follows, making sure to take your breath away and your knees buckle, despite laying down.

Alex frowned, his face drawn into a pout, that any other time, you would have called adorable, but at the moment, a menace was the only description that came to mind.

John would kiss you, and then Alex would again, trying to one up him. Not liking to be upstaged and hating to back down from any challenge, John would kiss you again. And the cycle would repeat itself over and over and over again.

You hated this game too.

But this time, you didn’t have to fear being caught by Nana Mama or your Poppa, so you let them continue until they tired out— or you,for that matter, but it was hard to get tired when Alex would try to taste every corner of your mouth or how John’s beard scratched deliciously against your face. Because as much as you’d hate to admit it. You missed the attention, the high it gave you.

The undeniable longing for their touch and the yearning for their love and embrace free of guilt and shame was something you didn’t know you had missed as much as you did, so you would hold onto this moment for as long as you could.

Because who knows when you all would get another chance.

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the perverse recluse

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

𓆩♡𓆪 LEVYATHAN "LEVY" SAMPSON MILLER ↳ nickname: levy (pronounced as lee-vi, but i personally pronounce it as leh-vee); prefers to be called levy

𓆩♡𓆪 AGE ↳ 23 years old

𓆩♡𓆪 BIRTHDAY ↳ september 19th

𓆩♡𓆪 HEIGHT ↳ 6'2'' (at full standing height, looks a little shorter due to constant bad posture)

𓆩♡𓆪 SPECIES ↳ human

𓆩♡𓆪 CAREER ↳ n/a; a full-time mechanical engineering college student, occasionally streams but not very often (his online persona is awful and no one watches him)

𓆩♡𓆪 AREA OF RESIDENCE ↳ apartment 10143 (3 bed, 2 bath) ↳ resides with childhood friend and roommate adonis "adon" onyx hawkins; adon's girlfriend invidia "vidia"/"kors/kora" kora mirasol occasionally will use the other spare room when visiting if adon is not there

𓆩♡𓆪 APPEARANCE ↳ a tall, lanky and lean pale skinned male with long, unkept, and badly dyed brown hair; ends and roots are his natural blonde hair color ↳ light green eyes, almost olive-colored; down-turned and is quite expressive, wears round-square glasses only when he's reading or on the computer (actually has perfect vision, he's just protecting his eyes and will forget to take them off most of the time) ↳ has a mole under the corner of his left eye ↳ light stubble on chin ↳ ear piercings; three on his left (two helixes, one lobe), one on his right (lobe) ↳ very low and terrible maintenance: forced to bathe every three days in a week (sometimes forgets or doesn't want to, so he lies), has a very filthy room that he's also forced to clean every two weeks, hair is usually greasy, smells quite bad prior to now being forced to shower (axe, sweat, monster energy all in one); has sparse body hair ↳ long, thin fingers; kinda bony-looking ↳ creepy expressions; has an uncomfortably wide smile when he gets really excited about something ↳ some faded SH scars on his forearms and inner thighs ↳ nsfw (smh cause ik you mfkers wanna know, TULIP AND BOW I'M BLAMING YOU) — grower: 4.5 in, 1.5 in (soft); 7.3 in, 2.2 (hard) — uncircumcised with a slight curve upwards when hard — slight happy trail — prominent vein on the right side of the shaft — slightly darker and heavy hanging balls — fluid description: pale yellow-white that comes out in thick, sticky ropes; tastes very salty and sour, hard to swallow because of the amount and the taste

𓆩♡𓆪 PERSONALITY (get ready for just me saying how gross he is) ↳ levy is a strange and disgusting individual that makes it difficult to even be around. he's rude, weird, gross; basically a completely horrid scumbag that's ever walked the earth. it's hard to talk about any positive traits he has, because he has little to none at all. it's a miracle for one person to continue being his friend, perhaps adon is the only piece of sanity levy has left in his depraved life.

↳ levy rarely gets embarrassed, he's disgustingly proud of his revolting and very misogynistic lifestyle. he takes sick pleasure in grossing people out as it makes him stand out as an individual, making his name quite known around the college campus as the "freak" whenever he goes out. it's almost freeing, but suffocating at the same time.

↳ surprisingly, levy is pretty intelligent and well-spoken due to the amount of private schooling and top tutors he's been through when he was younger. he's almost the top of his class in his major and has a large amount of scholarships that support his education, letting him spend his actual money/allowance on his hobbies. he's lazy with anything else, but when it comes to education, he's at the peak of his grades. crazy for someone well-educated to be a piece of shit!

↳ levy is spoiled rotten by his very, very distant parents, making him have a complex about getting what he wants and getting his way. due to being raised by distant parents however, had caused him to become immediately and unhealthily clingy to those that manage and willingly become close to him, even if it doesn't seem like it as it's not a physical clinginess.

↳ levy has no game, like absolutely none at all. he cannot flirt for shit as he's extremely awkward, everything that comes out of his mouth is vulgar and/or an insult, he cannot shut the fuck up to let the other speak, and he's constantly speaking down on the person to make him look like the bigger person. he then blames women for his loneliness, even though it's literally all his fault for being an asshole. again, it's a surprise that anyone can stand being around him.

↳ levy is constantly horny, be it because he was raised to hide his emotions or because he's constantly jerking his dick to oversensitivity over 2D tits. it's truly a problem because he brings in his fantasies in every conversation with adon, and he's genuinely so sick of it so he has to remind him to stop being a perv or an asshole or both.

↳ levy actually does shuts the fuck up a little bit when it comes to vidia, which he himself finds crazy due to how much he does not like real women. for some reason, he wants her to think that he's cool and not as bad as he actually is, which makes adon (her bf) a little suspicious of his intentions. listening to her talk and actually like being around him too caught his immediate attention, his obsession over her growing like an untreated wound. he does slip up though and let his real personality shine, but when he starts noticing that she doesn't really care about what he says or does, he starts pushing the limits of what he can do to her.

↳ levy has a festering rot of envy towards adon and vidia once he knew they were in a relationship. jealousy towards adon since he's dating a girl that he so desperately wants for the first time during his time on earth, his twisted mind thinking of every position that he's putting her in just down the hallway and beating his dick off to it (he's never came harder than that). jealousy towards vidia because she stole the one person that's willing to be around him without much judgment and has been with him since two of them were still young (he's in denial of wanting adon's affection to be like vidia's).

↳ very obviously, levy is quite insecure about his whole existence. everything he does or says is a defense mechanism to hide his true fears and shames, choosing to blame others instead of working on bettering himself. he believes that it's easier this way, to be seen as hated and disgusting rather than trying to change what he's always been. if he can't better himself, someone has to be as bad as him, maybe even worse. he'll turn them to be as sick as he is, one way or another.

↳ levy's pretty impulsive due to being extremely sheltered in his younger years. he wants to do everything as soon as possible, has to experience everything as much as he can. sometimes he goes into it with no plan, other times, he'll create extensive plans with details that many look over. it's worrying how much he plans, as if he's expecting the end of the world with how much endings he makes up.

↳ levy's not fond of anyone that's not vidia or adon, he's actually extremely distrusting of others due to how much he was bullied when he was younger and somewhat currently. he kinda hides it well, only working with others in order to get things done or when he wants something from them. adon was the first person he ever trusted and he doesn't really try manipulating him since he's able to predict most of levy's shenanigans. vidia took a little more time for him to fully trust when she came into the two's lives, but levy likes how easy she is to mess with compared to adon, he gets away with a lot with her that he can't with him.

𓆩♡𓆪 ABILITIES: none since levy's a normal person, like he's literally just a smart, manipulative jackass

𓆩♡𓆪 BACKGROUND (TW: BULLYING, INDICATED CHILD ABUSE [VERBAL/NEGLECT], SELF-HARM + SU1C1D@L INTENTIONS) ↳ levy thinks that he was once someone sweet. kind. caring. it's difficult to try and recall if he every was, but all he knows now is that he refuses to change who he is currently. it's far too late. from a young age, he knew that affection in his home wasn't commonplace. his existence tolerated by his father and his mother outright despising every fiber of his living being; his parents seemed to not be in agreeance with each other as well, very little words being exchanged between one another. perhaps his original softness was the reason they may have not liked him as their son, the once poor and innocent boy being subjected to mistreatment and weeks of loneliness well before he was ready to start kindergarten. from there, perhaps that's where the first change started.

↳ crybaby was the first nickname, all because he tripped on the playground, then came weirdo and monster. "monster" came along when another kid and her lackies shoved him into the ground. this was the first time levy tried to fight back in the 2nd grade, thrashing around and screaming in fear until he hit a girl in the face and her nose stared to bleed. levy didn't mean it! he was just trying to defend himself! but the children said otherwise, saying that levy had a creepy smile on his face when he realized he punched the girl. liars. all of them were liars! after the office meeting and the insistence of how it was his fault for starting the entire thing, it was then as his parents screamed bloody murder at his misdemeanor in the car drive home, levy came to the realization that there is no such thing as love nor kindness in this world of his.

↳ the bullying became worse after that. due to his parents' wealthy background, levy went to a private school that went from kindergarten all the way to the 12th grade, so he was constantly facing his oppressors every single fucking day. it went from childish insults to shoving around to actual physical abuse. there was never a day he didn't come home with bruises or fresh new cuts, things he had to hide away from his parents. not like they'd care if he died anyways. levy stopped fighting back, letting those assholes vent out their frustrations against him, letting them push him around like some ragdoll, letting them use him as a form of sadistic entertainment. he was numb to it all, no one cared about him anyways. why should he even try anymore?

↳ he came along and changed everything, the second biggest change in his life. levy can remember what day it was, what the weather was like, what he was planning to do that very same day after school. it was the 7th grade, he was getting his normal beatings, a harsh kick to his stomach almost making him lose complete consciousness as the group that surrounded him laughed until he puked on the leader's shoes. he cursed at him, telling him to lick his shoes clean or he'll end his life. good, levy thought as he closed his eyes, just end it already.

↳ "get away from him!" a voice, bold and fierce in his ringing ears, as if a superhero had come to save him. his eyes were heavy and swollen, but it took all his might to reopen them and see who was trying to save him. the new kid, someone that he's seen in brief passings and whom was on the school's football team. the group of bullies taunted him at first, but were cut short as the new kid punched him straight in the mouth before he could finish his sentence. it was a 4v1, something levy thought he had no chance of winning, but to his surprise, the new kid held his own. he may had a few new bruises here and there on his face and body, but he managed to scare them off completely, leaving only the two of them there together. the new kid looked down at him, heaving heavily with a tired smile as he reached out to him. "are you okay? i wish i could've caught you guys earlier so they didn't try and hurt you. i'm adonis."

↳ levy stared at his outstretched hand, tears welling up in his eyes for the first time in years. "thank you," he whispered quietly, grasping at his hand and pulling him down to the floor with him, quickly holding onto the boy as if he was some lifeline. "thank you so much adon. i'm levy." he was invited to adon's home, a place that was considerable seen as "poor" in the richer neighborhoods, and was cleaned up by his mother and father, feeling the desired softness and kindness from complete strangers. this is what he was searching for, what he needed for years from his own kin. right here in adon's home was no doubt love. he cried again, unable to explain why he was to his new friend but he embraced him nonetheless.

↳ they were notably a strange duo. one of the most considerably popular and handsome athletes hanging with the dubbed freak, but they didn't care. adon liked to say that titles made in school were to put people into a place, making someone matter more than the other when all of them should be getting along. levy liked his kind views, although hopeful, it was something that was very much nonexistent in their school. life seemed to go a little more smoother after adon and him became friends, his parents also seemed to get off his back and actually support him once they noticed that adon was coming over consistently to hang out with levy. they both don't speak of that day of their circumstantial meeting, but he likes to think they've created a mutual agreement from it. one thing that levy couldn't stand however, was that adon couldn't protect him all the time from the constant hounding of torment from those who still hated levy's guts. as much as he wanted him to, there was no way he could always be there in his life. levy hated being away from him because of that reason, he should always be with him. always.

↳ discovering the internet was his third major change, the most severe he thinks. levy was in the 10th grade, trying to find where to watch his current favorite anime, when he came across these incel-related forums, pages, posts, things he found a sudden relation to. due to his vulnerable and very unstable mental state, he consumed these toxic medias with a passion. they made him feel heard, understood. adon had a limited understanding of levy's circumstances, he never quite mentioned everything to him due to his fear of adon abandoning him afterwards, what's the use of telling him about all his pain anyways. he ranted on these forums about his hatred towards those that tormented all his life, he spilled every detail of how he hated his family, every person who've shunned him. once his posts blew up, he was seen as valid, agreed upon. levy was finally seen as his true self without judgment, finding himself a home within the confines of the internet, its filthy talons digging deep into his brain.

↳ knowing that adon was always around others that weren't levy made his skin crawl inexplicably, frustration and envy clawing deeply in his veins and into his skin. it was also around the time adon started to date girls, taking away his attention and his time from him. this isn't how it's supposed to go, adon was supposed to be his friend, he's supposed to always there for him and him alone. each of those girls tell adon lies about levy, how he freaks them out and how they think he's a terrible person to be around. fucking whores, trying to take away the one person that genuinely loved him. so he worked his own lies, truths really once he managed found what they were doing behind his beloved best friend's back online and irl, and exposed them of their crimes with a secret account. adon came back to him every single time, smiling with a hidden sadness as he showed up to his house to play games together. he came back to him and that was all that mattered to levy.

↳ college came around and the two of them decided to live together in an apartment nearby their college. levy was the one who followed adon as he got a well-deserved scholarship for football. he could've cared less on where he went, but as long as he still had his best friend, that's all that mattered to him. living in close proximity with him was a dream come true, there he didn't have to fight much for adon's attention. outside though was more difficult, the two of them having clashing majors to his misfortune. adon started dating again as well, and levy did the same things he did in high school, ensuring that he was the only one worth his company. within two years, levy's mentality was on the decline because of this accumulated hate, and it had become very obvious to his best friend that he desperately needed help. his room was a mess, his best friend was a mess. this wasn't the same little boy he once saved from those bullies all those years ago, if he noticed sooner, maybe then he could've saved him from this fate. maybe.

↳ another female came into the apartment one day, that's fine, he'll just do the same thing to her as the rest. yet, the one thing she did made him notice that she wasn't like the rest of them. no, she was completely different from all of them. levy was in the kitchen, boiling a pot of water for his ramen noodles, when this girl quietly approached him and stood next to him, watching the water boil along with him. he glared at her, annoyed that a female was bothering him and about to tell her off when she smiled at him. genuinely smiled, he can definitely tell it was real. "sorry to bother you. adon's asleep and i got hungry, levy right? oh! i don't know if he mentioned me before but i'm invidia, or you can call me kora. it's my middle name, simpler than invidia."

↳ he felt like his heart was stuck in his throat as she batted her pretty little eyes at him, adon's shirt clinging onto her obviously bare body as she tugged it further down her legs. they definitely fucked, he didn't hear it this time since he was locked in with his game. "y-yeah... levy. that's m-m... me, vidia." the nickname slipped out and she softly giggled, eyes crinkling in delight.

↳ "vidia! that's cute, no one's ever called me that before." levy felt his skin crawl with warmth as she cooed sweetly towards him, his pale cheeks flushing red and his heart beating away in his chest. what the hell was this kind of feeling? she asked if there was another pack of ramen she could eat, he shook his head and said that his was the only one left. there was a pout to her lips when he quickly brought up the fact that they could share. sharing? with a female? that was unheard of with levy, even he was frightened of these actions of his as he placed the finished bowl in between them on the table. they ate and occasionally spoke to each other, her kind smiles continuing for him as he muttered new facts about himself, a formed strain in his sweatpants nagging for his hand as he realized that they were sharing indirect "kisses", something that he never gotten before from an irl. she offered to clean up for him and he agreed as fast as possible, making an excuse to "finish" a project and slipped into his room and onto his bed. that night, he could only think of vidia. fucking vidia. loving vidia.

↳ he seethed in bed, covered in sweat once he came back down to reality. that was the first time levy was jealous of adon's relationship with this female and not of him alone. he wanted her, needed her more than adon does. this female was special, she actually seemed to enjoy his company like he did. never had he been once grateful for him bringing a girl home than tonight, he just hoped that he'll be one by her side the next time around.

𓆩♡𓆪 OTHER INFO ↳ levy's favorite games are: valorant, league of legends, overwatch, call of duty, fortnite, some gacha games (the fan service-y ones especially like nikke and girl's frontline), and the free-roam world ones. his favorite animes are mostly shonen and seinen related, especially ones that are borderline hentai/ecchi. he very much pays for skins and merchandise since he gets a hefty allowance from his parents.

↳ levy is a closeted bisexual, though he'd never admit that he likes men (only specifically adon, so does it really count as being bisexual if he loves one man? - his excuse). his "type" is his 2D girls with large breasts and thick thighs, something that vidia contains (though that's not just what he likes from her surprise surprise). he could really give two shits about a female's personality, all of them are the same either way.

↳ levy was actually supposed to be a twin, but he absorbed them in the womb. it was assumed that his twin was going to be a boy as well, and he believes a part of him feels been empty because of that fact. he also partially thinks that is also a part of the reason of his parents' weren't fond of him when he was younger.

↳ levy dyes his hair brown as it's the color that his parents' don't have (both are blondes + are russian immigrants, he cannot speak it and vaguely understands some of the language). he believes that it fits him much better than the blond, even if it fades quickly and is always a sloppy job.

↳ vidia does levy's skincare whenever she comes around. he first did not want to do it at all cause that's such a girly thing to do, but then he came to the realization that she gets to touch him in an almost loving way, so he finally agreed to go through it. it's really nice, even if he doesn't admit it aloud, though he has to hide the half-chub he gets whenever she touches his face. adon also gets his skincare done by her as well, so it's a bonding experience for all of them.

↳ adon is the chef of the apartment as levy does not know how to cook for himself since he was raised with people cooking for him. he can somewhat cook simple meals (boiling water, making pancakes, microwaving meals), but he prefers to eat out more than anything. adon's cooking isn't bad, it's just way too healthy for his palate. his mom in particular was a health nut/almond mom, so he was only raised with the worst tasting food in mankind. he feels a little better eating adon's food since he can tell it's made with love.

↳ once levy started to become more comfortable around vidia, he does start to call her meaner names (stupid bimbo and fucking slut is one of his favorites) and she just laughs it off, unusually proud of being called these names. she says she's owning up to his words, that she knows she obviously isn't one, and finds him silly for saying them. it makes him want to put her in her place even more, wanting to make her his stupid bimbo or slut.

↳ though it may not seem like it, adon and levy share a lot of interests. one shared interest to note: levy gets to show adon the newest animes coming out that he might be interested in watching with him, and in exchange for watching those animes, adon helps levy workout. it's unfortunate that he has to move his body to be in shape, but he actually put a bit of muscle with his friend's help and it helps him actually be active for once. he's very much a sleeper build kind of guy since he's so lean.

↳ levy is very much still a virgin. obviously there's multiple reasons he's still one, and he's deluded himself to the fact that he'll only be able to lose it to vidia. he also thinks he's a dominant kind of guy when in reality, he's very much the guy that's whimpering and crying during sex.

↳ levy has an extreme aversion to being touched by others that aren't adon or vidia. it freaks him the hell out immensely, even if it's just a simple tap to the shoulder. it's a trauma response from being bullied from hell and back, and though he craves being held and touched most days, it can only be from those two dubbed special individuals of his.

↳ he wears silly boxers, nothing like the calvin klein's that adon wears. they all have some sort of print on them and it makes easy to differentiate their laundry from one another because of it.

↳ levy hasn't harmed himself ever since meeting adon and has no urges to start ever again, making it about 10 years since he last done so. he feels pretty indifferent about the scars left behind as it was a reminder of his past pain prior to meeting him, but otherwise than that, they're just now a part of his body. he thinks of getting tattoos to cover them, but he can't decided on what he really wants to get.

↳ he thinks that his parents giving him excessive amounts of money and buying whatever he wants is a way for them to win over his forgiveness over their treatment of him when he was younger. levy could give two shits about them trying to buy his forgiveness, but as long as he's able to keep buying his merch, he'd gladly pocket their dirty money. he also gets to secretly spoil adon and vidia with the money, and he won't ever admit that he's the one gifting them the pricey items they wanted.

(will continue to update this whenever i get ideas)

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historicalbookimages · 1 month ago

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🍍 Illustrations of the natural orders of plants with groups and descriptions. London: Sampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868.

#biodiversity #old books #nature

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music-as-a-haunting · 1 year ago

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time for me to answer the question thats been plagueing this fandom (me) for centuries (minutes)

How Often Did the M*A*S*H Crew Attend Mulcahy’s Services?

Colonel Blake

Henry would attend for holidays and whenever he felt he had a personal crisis. Lorraines affair, his second child, those were times where Henry would be on the front pew trying his best to focus on the sermon (and failing, groaning with his head in his hands and distracting the father terribly).

Colonel Potter

Colonel Potter is almost always there Sunday morning, 5 minutes before so he can nab his usual spot (even though everyone knows not to sit there). The only times he doesnt make it (besides emergencies of course) are those rare, beautiful mornings where his body practically pulls him up and onto Sophie for an early morning ride.

Major Freedman

Sidney tries to attend a service whenever he’s in town, mostly because he enjoys Francis’ unique perspective in his sermons, but he also has a self described intellectual fascination with all different religions. He has all different religious scriptures in his office in Tokyo, he brushes up as often as he can so he can better relate to his religious patients.

Majors Houlihan/ Burns

I put these two together because they only go together unless the other is sick or indisposed, in which case the former doesn’t go at all. They attend regularly unless they’re preoccupied… 😉

Major Winchester

Charles never cared for church, he almost never goes unless he’s truly bored out of his skull- or on holidays. When he lived with his parents in Boston he would make excuses to why he wasn’t able to attend, a habit he curiously continues with Pierce and Hunnicut even though they couldn’t care less. All about keeping up his image, I guess?

Trapper/Hawkeye/BJ

Another case of both parties going or neither going at all. Trapper and Hawkeye wouldn’t go unless they could tell Francis was low in spirits, both trying to lift him up by attending and singing the hymns as over-the-top as they could. Hawk and BJ keep that tradition alive, but BJ drags Hawkeye to a few additional services when he can, too.

Klinger

Klinger LOVES going to church even though he isn’t religious. He gets to show off his best outfits, sing his heart out, and (most of the time) spend quality time with Mulcahy, Potter, and Radar. He only doesn’t go when he’s too hungover or tired from excessive weekend debauchery but he keeps a lid on that since he loses most of his money gambling on Fridays.

Radar

Radar didn’t go to church as often when Henry was in command, though he still attended at least once a month as a promise to his mother. He goes more often now that Potter is around because of that paternal bonding he doesn’t even realize his subconscious is seeking. He also genuinely likes sticking around to ask Mulcahy questions about the bible. He loves some of the larger than life books of the old testament- people like Sampson and Androcles remind him of his favorite comic book heroes which Francis invokes to help him relate to the scripture.

#m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #hawkeye pierce #charles emerson winchester iii #max klinger #trapper john #sidney freedman #charles winchester #colonel potter #sherman potter #radar o’reilly #margaret houlihan #frank burns #bj hunnicut

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keeperesque · 1 year ago

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hi, this is my dog! her name is magnolia mae and she's an elderly chihuahua-dachshund mix (estimated between 12-15 years old). she's a rescue we received from my roommate and best friend's late cousin about 5 years ago.

long story short, our sweet girl has been experiencing some severe and concerning health issues (extremely low RBC, WBC, Neutrophils, and Platelets), and she needs to have her bone marrow tested. this is extremely expensive (at least 1,200), and we're hoping to get some help. if you'd like more information on what's going on with her, that will be under the cut. otherwise, please consider using either of the below methods to help us take care of our sweet old girl!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nati0ns (replace 0s with Os)

kof!: @/keeperesque

don't tag as d0nat!ons/etc, etc..

when we moved across the country during late 2020 to be with my wife, we brought her, as well as my elderly cat sampson and my two older rabbits, indie and digit.

2023, however, has not been kind to any of our pets. in february, we lost sampson to kidney failure - it was sudden and utterly heartbreaking. a month later, my wife found that digit had passed away in her sleep, and indie was put down shortly after due to health complications we could not afford to properly treat. since then, we've been extremely diligent with maggie's health - she eats special food for her kidneys, has vet appointments scheduled every 6 months, gets twice-daily walks, takes medication for her thyroid, and receives plenty of love.

unfortunately, starting with an emergency visit in september, maggie's been having severe problems with her blood - specifically an extremely low platelet count (33,000-55,000, normal levels are about 200,000), white blood cell count and neutrophils are extremely low, and she's extremely anemic. while she's on some medication to keep her stable, we aren't sure how long that will last, and it's taxing on her body.

after ruling out infectious diseases, we need to take her in to have her bone marrow looked at. the procedure, at the low end, will cost around 1,200, and up to 1,600, depending.

i also have pdfs available for anyone skeptical of these claims or who want proof of treatment.

we're not sure if we'll be able to save her, but we would at least like to know what's happening so we can make an informed decision on how to proceed, instead of watching and waiting for the worst. anything over the price of her procedure will, of course, go towards related expenses, such as treatments or end-of-life care.

if you read all of that, thanks. again, please consider helping us out!!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nations (0 is an o)

kof!: @/keeperesque

have an extra maggie pic :)

#not peach #please rb and stuff #really anxious abt posting this but we are kind of desperate atm #i don't rlly talk a lot about my personal life online anymore fjkdlfs #so this is weird #and with her being so sick lately i don't have a lot of reasons to post pics 'cause it's jsut her sleeping in her beds mostly...

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heaveninawildflower · 1 year ago

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Botanical illustrations by Elizabeth Twining taken from 'Illustrations of the Natural Orders of Plants.'

Published 1868 by Sampson Low, Son, and Marston.

University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign

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#botany #botanical illustration #scientific illustration #plants #flowers

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midwestmade29 · 11 months ago

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Cuffed 😏

This was a spicy request that I just couldn't turn down 😁 I hope I did it justice and turned it into something you will enjoy!

Disclaimers: Oral sex, unprotected sex, restrained with handcuffs, cursing, mention of injury. Read at your own discretion 🙃

Word count: 1.5k

Divider by: Me 🙂

GIF is not mine

Side note: Yes, I know about the reports on Hangman's ankle. I'm not going to spoil anything for anyone in regards to it, but I'm aware that my story may or may not follow what's going on in the "real world." We just out here having fun 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

You try something new to help distract your cowboy from his thoughts…

Last night, Adam had a big 6-man tag match that was pretty eventful to say the least! Everything was going well until the end, when he rolled his ankle after Samoa Joe tried to do a muscle buster on him. While you watched the events unfold on the monitor backstage, your heart almost stopped when Adam slid out of the ring and onto the floor. He was wincing in pain and urging the cameraman not to show him in his current state.

The look on his face when he walked off limping and needing the assistance of Doc Sampson was very concerning! After being examined in medical, it was determined that he had a mid-grade ankle sprain and was sent home with specific instructions from Doc to ice it and stay off it as much as possible for a few days.

The next day you and Adam flew home, his ankle still sore and swollen. You did your best to ensure that he was following the doctor’s orders, but he was starting to get restless. You were sitting next to him on the couch catching up on the tv shows you missed while you were gone, when you noticed his mind was somewhere else. You scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“Just a few more minutes with the ice, and then you need to keep it elevated. Can I get you anything?”

Adam only sighed and shook his head “no,” prompting you to get to the bottom of his somber mood.

“What’s wrong, baby? What’s on your mind?” “I’m just frustrated. This injury couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? The PPV isn’t that far away, and I can’t miss it,” he explained while running his fingers through his hair. “I just hope I’m good to go by then,”

You were going to offer some words of comfort, but Adam stood up and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” your voice was laced with concern.

“I know I’m supposed to sit, but I just can’t. I’m going to take a shower.”

You had high hopes that the hot water would offer Adam some relief from his thoughts, but when you walked into the bedroom you were sadly mistaken. He was leaning up against the headboard with his towel still wrapped around his waist, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, feel any better?” you whispered in his direction.

Adam tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed.

“Not really. I wish there was a way I could shut my brain off,”

You were walking towards him, lost in your own thoughts about how you could cheer your cowboy up when something silver and shiny caught your eye on the dresser. A mischievous smile crept across your face as you picked up 2 metal objects and tossed them on the bed in Adam’s direction.

“What’s this?” he asked while reaching towards the objects. “Handcuffs? What are these even from?” Instead of taking a seat next to him on the bed, you straddled his lap, causing his towel to shift underneath you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and spoke softly.

“Well, they were a gift for a bachelorette party I went to last week, but I forgot to put them in the gift bag. I was going to return them, but now I have a better idea,”

Your words made Adam’s eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips to part in curiosity.

“I see. So, what’s your idea then?”

You brought your lips next to his ear and spoke low and slow, “Let me handcuff you. I’ll take care of you and help you relax. No touching, no thinking. Only feeling,”

A quick conversation and some ground rules later, Adam surprised you when he agreed to let you handcuff him! He needed the distraction from his injury, and you wanted to provide exactly that for him.

“Get comfy and raise your arms,” you instructed.

With 2 clicks, Adam’s hands and wrists were securely bound to the bedframe. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he tugged on the handcuffs and they rattled against the metal frame.

“Are you ready, baby? Just sit back and let me give you a show,"

With a peck on his lips, you backed up from him and he watched your every move. You pulled your shirt up your torso and over your head before tossing it on the floor, placing your hands under the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs. When your breasts sprung free from your bra, you could’ve sworn you heard Adam curse under his breath!

Once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, you stood at the end of the bed causing Adam to forget momentarily that he was restrained until the clank and clang reminded him.

“Be good for me and I’ll let you go. If not, I guess you won’t be laying a finger on me tonight...”

You positioned yourself in between Adam’s thighs, undoing the twist he had on his towel that was keeping it securely in place. His hard length was set free when you pulled the towel away, both of you were more than ready for you to dive in. He sucked in a sharp breath when your lips made contact with his tip, planting kisses all around it.

You drug your tongue up the vein, making Adam squirm and strain against the handcuffs. You took every inch of him inside your mouth and began working your magic. His pants and soft moans filled the bedroom, encouraging you to continue exactly what you were doing!

“Fuck, Y/N! That pretty little mouth of yours, taking me so well! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum down your throat!” You had no intention to stop or slow your pace, even when Adam warned you one last time. His body shuddered against you when he came, the handcuffs forcefully clashing against the headboard. He was a panting mess as he tried to catch his breath, making you smile as you wiped the corners of your mouth!

“Are you going to release me?” Adam asked breathlessly.

You maneuvered your way up the bed and straddled the cowboy once again, biting and kissing his neck while murmuring against it.

“Release you? I don’t think so! At least, not right now baby. I’m not done having my way with you just yet,”

It didn’t take long for Adam to harden under you while you kissed him and spoke filth into his ears. You positioned your entrance on top of his length and began lowering yourself down on him. You groaned into the air with every inch you took inside of you. His cock stretched you in the best way, filling you completely when you rocked yourself against it.

“Shit! You feel s-s-so good, Y/N! Yes, just like that baby,” Adam encouraged.

Between the sound of your bodies connecting, the cursing and moans, and the sound of metal scraping against metal, there was no denying that the two of you were enjoying yourselves! The pressure deep inside you continued to build, just begging to be released with each rock of your hips.

“I’m so close Adam! So, fucking close!” you cried out.

He began thrusting himself inside of you, hitting new spots that drove you wild! You could tell that he was losing himself in pure ecstasy too when he begged you to set his hands free.

“Undo the handcuffs, Y/N! Please, I…fuck! I need to touch you!” There wasn’t a lot of time to spare as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, so you gave the handcuffs your best try when you attempted to undo them! Unfortunately, the “easy release lever” wasn’t so easy to use after all!

“Adam, I-I can’t get it! I can’t undo them!” you said in a pleasure filled panic.

Your cowboy wasn’t about to let anything hold him back from touching you, so he pulled and tugged the handcuffs with incredible force, causing the little chain links to bend and break!

“Oh my God!” you gasped when you saw one broken handcuff on each of his wrists.

His hands were now gripping your hips tightly and the dangling metal lightly scraped against you as your orgasms ripped through each of you! You collapsed onto his chest from the intensity of it, and he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned and hummed against his bare chest as you welcomed each wave of pleasure that continued to crash over you.

Once you were steady, you removed yourself from him and rolled over onto your side of the bed and began to giggle at the mess you had made of Adam.

“I cannot believe you broke the handcuffs!” you playfully scolded. “How are your wrists? Are they okay?”

It took a few seconds for him to respond since he was still coming down from his high, but what he said only caused you to laugh more.

“My wrists are fine, baby. Obviously, the handcuffs are not, and I can’t guarantee the headboard is either. But what I can guarantee is we will be purchasing new ones so I can use them on you next…”

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 2 years ago

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Where is my fic where the humans never return and the Sully’s and Spider and Norm and Max and Mo’at and all the Omaticaya get to live together all happily and confront their trauma and issues in a healthy and supportive environment? It still can have plot without colonization drama okay here’s what’s happening and here is the plot:

-Neteyam is now in charge of training all the younger hunters, and he’s iconic at it. He’s very nice, but also stern and intense. He’s like Neytiri in his skills but he’s very calm and supportive, they all feel like they can trust him and come to him with issues.

-Neteyam and Jake are subtly trying to get Lo’ak to help Neteyam with this current group. They want Lo’ak to be in charge of training when Neteyam has to become Olo’eyktan. Jake has a secret ulterior motive: having his sons share the burden of being in charge of the hunters and the training, so they can both have a chiller time in the many many years (knock on wood (throwback to my sayings Jake brings to the Omaticaya post)) that they have to take charge.

-Kiri has now like, fully taken over for Neytiri as tsakarem in everything but like, official title. I’ve always had this belief that Neytiri doesn’t fit completely as tsakarem. She is a warrior more than she is a healer. She isn’t built for sitting still, staying home from the fight to heal the wounded. She has great healing skills, and she has a very strong connection to Eywa, but not as much or as strong as Mo’at and Kiri. Neytiri was never meant to be tsakarem, that was Sylwanin. The feeling of taking her sisters place has to be weird.

-Lo’ak is not a bad teacher at all. At first he struggles because he literally can’t explain how he does anything. He’s like “you draw back the bow and shoot the bow” and Neteyam is in the back facepalming like oh, my god. But, eventually he learns. He recognizes someone doing something wrong and what it is and is able to translate that into explaining how to do it right from the get go. Ironically Tuk is the most helpful in this, all of her friends are too nervous to say shit to their teachers but Tuk is just in Lo’ak’s face like “THESE DIRECTIONS MAKE NO SENSE,” and Lo’ak is deep breathing attempting not to kill her in front of Eywa and everyone. He is here to set a good example and to prove to his dad and Neteyam he can be a leader, and killing Tuk will not help with that image. Even if it would be satisfying.

-Mo’at and Spider have been testing Kiri’s Eywa connection for months. It’s a secret. Spider brought it up to Mo’at one day, and Mo’at was like “Very good observation young one, I have noticed this too. Let’s try to figure it out.” And Spider’s all pleased because she basically said she can tell he’s observant and sensitive to Eywa just like her. They clear entire days and tell anyone if it’s an emergency to find Neytiri, and then they just tell Kiri to go and they follow her into the forest and see what happens. Kiri thinks they are overreacting, but she likes a chill forest day with two of her favorite people. Sometimes they find a rare herb Mo’at was running low on, and then the next day they happen to need it for something. One time Kiri found a palulukan pup trapped under a piece of Sampson that had eroded and fallen. One time they just ended up finding some really good fruit and Kiri fell asleep surrounded by atokirina while Spider and Mo’at ate the fruit and chatted over her. One time while she was sleeping a sunbeam started to really beam right on her face, and then a tree sort of shifted and the leaves covered it. They both saw it and maybe it could’ve been the wind, but that was the best Kiri observation day.

-Jake and Lo’ak’s mission to get Neteyam to chill out has been going on since he was like seven and told on Jake to Neytiri for balancing Lo’ak on one hand, which scares Neytiri. Jake told him snitches get stitches and he didn’t know what it meant but he took it very seriously. Now, Neteyam is not a tattletale, but he is a stick in the mud. Maybe Lo’ak steals a little extra alcohol (I know they have alcohol it’s in that deleted scene but idk what it’s called okay) from the clan’s celebration one night to share with Kiri and Spider, and Neteyam isn’t tattling but he is judging. Judgmentally. Maybe Neteyam hasn’t told Jake about Spider and Lo’ak practicing Spider jumping off of cliffs for Lo’ak to catch on his ikran, but he is definitely watching with the most disapproving looks he can manage. The mission is daunting, but Jake and Lo’ak will get Neteyam to relax if it kills them. And if it does, they can always resort to Lo’ak’s final option that Jake keeps vetoing: drug him when he isn’t expecting it.

-Tuk’s band of friends are all obsessed with Spider (especially the war orphans). It’s truly the worst thing that has ever happened to the Omaticaya. Tuk brought a bracelet he made her to her friends once, it was the most delicately woven bracelet ever. Kid has small hands and an extra finger, he can weave. What else is he gonna do while he’s sitting there watching Kiri trance/sleep for hours? All of a sudden, every single child needs a Spider original. He’s the Louis Vuitton of the Omaticaya. Mo’at, who’s been wearing Spider originals since she first met him when he was three and decided he was Eywa’s child, is very smug. No one dares to call her out. In fact, every Sully has a Spider original except Neytiri. Even Jake, who got an armband when Spider was very little. He still has it but that is between him and Eywa. The parents all hate this, because it means they kind of all like him. Spider’s now been around so fucking long everyone would be really sad if he left, and now they actually know it.

-How do they know they would miss Spider if he was gone?? He got sick for a month one time when he was thirteen. He caught some human sickness from a sample in the lab and because he’s literally never sick due to his mask and generally sterile environment AND the fact that he mostly lives with a different species, he got wrecked by it. Just destroyed. Everyone got kind of worried he might not make it for a while? The first few days he wasn’t there no one really noticed, besides every once and a while a “good riddance the Sully’s and that human aren’t causing a ruckus.” But the kids miss him, because their ringleader Tuk is a mess. Lo’ak and Kiri are simply moping around. Neteyam is really trying to buck everyone up and be the leader but he’s kinda lackluster. Even Mo’at is snappier than usual. Neytiri is kinda pissed, like she knew they all liked him but god at what cost? The human child was never going to make it, right? He just doesn’t belong there. Her mother of all people should know that. They’d seen what destruction humans brought, but also how fragile they were, how easy to kill. But if she has to look at Jake’s face one more time she’ll punch something so she goes storming over to the human compound to ask to see the kid. Jake and the kids can’t go see him, they don’t know if they could catch what he has. But Neytiri knows Mo’at has been going, so she’s fine. She brings him medicine and just things she knows he likes that the kids have. She does not ask or tell anyone she is going, and when the kids question where their stuff is she pretends she had no earthly idea what they are talking about. It’s fine, how many wooden “space ikran” does Lo’ak really need for his pretend assault on Earth? Neytiri visits him daily for the rest of the time he is sick. One time, towards the middle of his quarantine, he gives her a woven bracelet. It’s not up to his usual craftsmanship but it is still beautiful. The child was obviously delirious and didn’t intend for her to have that. She keeps it but does not wear it. He needs the space and the time, there is too much between them.

-Spider was not delirious. He did intend for her to wear it. He totally noticed she isn’t. But he has also noticed she doesn’t ignore him anymore, treats him almost normally. Maybe just a little too carefully and formally.

-This is particularly dramatic for the plot, but I’m partial to Eywa blessed Spider. I want him to complete his iknimaya and uniltaron and be a full member of the clan. I am a particularly huge fan of the headcanon where he can bond lightly through the back of the neck or his wrist, I like the wrist one (Bitter changed the culture of our society). I also enjoy him finding an ikran to bond with who has a deformed or cut kuru. I don’t care how, but get my man his ikran. Ooh, maybe a forest ikran, the ones the Na’vi are too big to ride. Fun-sized, Spider-sized. Here is where the drama comes in: Spider and Lo’ak dare Norm to go through the trials with him. I’ve always thought it’s odd Norm never tried, he was so jealous of Jake and he lives in the village basically. I want the drama of Norm Spellman clowning his way through the very serious rites of passage while Jake, Spider, Lo’ak, and Norm’s band of 47 adopted orphans all try so hard not to laugh at him. He’s being so SERIOUS and trying so hard but he’s not really made for this lol. I think he’s secretly doing it for Spider, to make sure no ones looking or laughing at him for being different when Norm is right there acting a fool. I think Jake would be the most ecstatic and supportive friend while also ruthlessly bullying him.

-I think a diplomatic visit from the Metkayina and TO the Metkayina could totally happen at one point in the plot, and if we really wanted to spice it up... we could sprinkle in some locorro, but this is getting far too long already. Anyways where is this fic for me.

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