#Silver Lining was playing while i was making this so i went 'sure why not' and drew cloud hehe

[lovelytsunoda]

9 to 5 (what a way to make a living) // logan sargeant

summary: its y/n's first day of work at her new job, and logan is trying his best to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

pairing: logan sargeant x girlfriend!reader

warnings: logie bear being the bestest boyfriend ever.

author's note: no logan fic will ever quite match 'jolene', but in the same spirit, here is another logan x dolly crossover event :)

she had taken the clothes out of her closet the night before, the dress pants hanging from the bedroom doorknob, silk shirt pressed over the back of her desk chair. she had been so nervous the night before that it had taken two melatonin to knock her out for the night.

which is why logan felt so bad for needing to wake her, but if she was going to make it to the first day of her new job on time for nine am sharp, she couldn't sleep in any longer.

"princess." he hummed, gently shaking her shoulder. he could smell the toast from the kitchen, hear the soft hum of the morning show he had put on the flat screen tv. "its time to wake up. its your first day of work."

"no, fuck off." she whined, smacking logan's hand away. "i don't wanna go. you have more than enough money for both of us."

logan knew that was true. he'd been born with the metaphorical silver spoon, but that didn't mean his dad didn't make him work for it, and that he wasn't still 'working for it'. it was just in a job that was more highly paid than anything else on earth.

he also knew that y/n would go insane sitting around the house all day with nothing to do, so it was important that she went to work, found a purpose and made new friends. that she socialized with other people once in a while.

"come on, you're getting up. go have a quick shower, i'm making breakfast, and they're interviewing ryan gosling on kelley and mark this monring."

begrudgingly, she sat up, her hair tangled and her face marred with red lines from the imprint of her pillowcase. "i hate you."

"no you don't." logan laughed. "shall i go finish breakfast, or do you need me to stay here and make sure that you get out of bed?"

_____

logan was in the kitchen, listening to the morning show hosts play 'stump mark', and frying up the flattened breakfast sausages. the table was already set, laid out with fresh flowers, a large stack of toast, a glass of ice water and three small heart-shaped chocolates.

everything needed to be perfect.

he had even taken the day off to make sure that all the household chores got done, and that his beloved could relax when she got home.

she emerged from the bedroom, hair still damp but curled around her shoulders, the silk shirt hugging her torso. silver hoops dangled from her ears, and logan thought she looked beautiful.

"awe, logan. you made me breakfast?" she sighed, hands over her heart.

logan grinned, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table. "and lunch. and i made you a hot chocolate to go, and packed your purse with all the essentials. i'm also working from home today, so if there's anything you think of during the day that needs to be done and starts making you anxious, shoot me a text, i'm sure james won't mind if i'm only half present in a meeting."

her heart felt full, her skin warm. she took a bite of the breakfast logan had prepared to buy herself time to think of a thoughtful answer, one that meaningfully encompasses just how much this gesture meant to her.

"logan, you're too good for me."

in a world of crappy boyfriends, and ones that are sweet and funny and kind yet unattractive (and the ones that look stunning but act like pieces of crap), how did she end up with a man like logan? a one in a million, authentic, rich, athletic, funny, charming, caring boyfriend?

"no i'm not." logan grins, hugging her from behind and placing a soft kiss to the top of her head. her hair was still damp, and smelled like her pumpkin spice shampoo, even though it was the middle of spring. "you're too good for me."

"can i trust you to make dinner as well, or will i come home to a burned down house?" she asked slyly, turning to face her boyfriend, still twirling a piece of bacon around her fork.

logan laughed. "babe, i think i can handle it. kyle is gonna come over, we'll get the barbecue out and make an afternoon out of it. the panthers are playing today!"

he was so excited, she almost didn't want to ruin it by reminding her lover of what happened the last time he invited kyle over to barbecue something. they were fishing charred brisket out of the pool weeks later. having the kirkwood boy over at their house just opened a whole new pandora's box. one that she was always happy to be a part of.

as long as she wasn't cleaning up after them.

feeling her eyes on the back of his skull as he crossed to the other side of the table, logan relented. "we're not making brisket today! just a simple steak roast."

"sure. you say that now, but once you and kyle start drinking, you overestimate yourselves." she jokingly jabbed back.

"don't you have to go to work?"

"don't remind me! i'm hoping they'll forget i was supposed to start today."

________

at long last, and at the moment she was dreading the most, she was ready to leave for work. her purse was slung over her shoulder, packed thoughtfully by her boyfriend to contain a small bottle of sodastream water with berry flavoring, a fresh lip balm, her allergy medication, a printed map of directions to her office, and her car keys.

she paced the front hall nervously, resisting the urge to scrunch her shoulders and tuck her hands away into the sleeves of her trench coat.

she could do this. she was about to be a working woman. this is why she went to college.

but her bed was so warm, and that book on her nightstand really needs reading. and she's two episodes away from the finale of big little lies-

"stop looking for reasons not to go." logan sighed, hands in the pockets of his adidas pants as he leaned against the doorframe. "you're going to do great, princess. they'll love you."

"how are you so sure?" she asked quietly, avoiding his eyes as she brushed a few errant strands of hair out of her face. "what if i get there and i'm bad at everything, or my supervisor hates me and i get fired and it takes me years to find another job-"

"babe, babe. calm down." logan soothed, resting his hands on her shoulders. "look at me, pretty girl. you are brilliant and funny and smart, and way more emotionally intelligent than most people give you credit for. your worked hard for this degree, and you earned it. if they don't love you there, that's their loss. any boss would be lucky to have you. you graduated on the dean's list, for god sakes. you will do just fine."

she wanted to believe him. she really did. but there was still a small voice in the back of her head that just kept going on about what-if's.

logan pulled her in for a hug, gently running a hand up and down her back.

"you are going to do wonderfully. and if you don't? i will be your sugar daddy while you find a new job."

he wasn't serious when he said it, and he knew he had said the right things when y/n began to laugh in his arms.

"don't say that. now i'll never go to work. i'll just lie by the pool with my book and make googly eyes at the pool boy while you do all the work. you know, like all rich couples." she giggled, pulling away so logan could see her face, and fully tell that she was joking.

"i love you." logan said, cupping her face with one hand, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i'm so proud of you, you deserve this job more than anyone i know."

"i love you too, logie bear. and please try not to burn the steaks."

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[honeybeefae]

Nesta and Eris love triangle

smut number 9 🫣

Flames of Silver (Nesta x Reader x Eris)

Summary// You have been playing a dangerous game for the last month. It started with harmless flirting between Nesta and Eris, never veering too close to the sun, until one night during an Autumn Court ball, you realize not only that you were not playing the game alone but that you had just lost.

(First ACOTAR fic in a while and I am SO PUMPED. 4,720 words later and here it is! I love Nesta, I love Eris, I want them both to rail me simultaneously so this was a very self-indulgent fic. Thank you to the like-minded anon who requested this I love you <3 Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Spanking, Cum Eating, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation

The invitation to the ball had been no surprise to you. Eris had been boasting about it for weeks, claiming in his letters that it would bring about a new era of the Autumn Court. You had rushed to tell your High Lord, Helion, who was already planning to attend after receiving his invitation from the Lady of Autumn. 

You had given him a curious look, raising an eyebrow, and he quickly turned that look around on you by asking why Eris Vanserra had sent you an invite. Helion smirked when you fumbled for an excuse and left to prepare, warning you not to play too close with fire as the door slammed shut behind you.

He had very little idea of just how close you were to getting burned by not only Eris but someone else, someone who you would argue would be even more dangerous if pissed off.

Nesta Archeron.

When you met her, you already had somewhat of a flirting relationship with Eris, but you couldn’t resist her temptation. She was an enigma, a storm in the middle of the ocean that only the bravest sailors would dare to tread. Or the dumbest of ones. Which category did you fall in? You weren’t sure, but you knew from the moment she gave you an ounce of attention that she had you hook, line, and sinker. 

Just like Eris. The two of them were so similar in their actions and words. How could you not fall for both? Each one could easily make you feel like you were the only person to exist, each one giving you exactly what you needed. You had been trying to make sure you never got too close with either, not wanting to go too deep in fear of hurting one, but that line was getting blurrier by the day.

Even now, as the day of the ball finally had come, you were reading over a letter from Nesta asking if you were available tonight. It hurt to tell her no but you had already agreed to this ball with Eris. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two as both seemed to be demanding your attention more and more over the last few weeks. 

You needed to make a choice. You could string them along no longer, as it would only break everyone’s heart. But which would you choose?

—---------------

The imposing architecture of the Forest House sends a chill down your spine as you step out into the chilly air, following your High Lord as the rest of your group falls in line beside you. Your stomach had been in knots the entire ride over here, and it only seemed to get worse the further you went into the building. 

Laughter and music echo around the halls as you stop in front of the grand mahogany doors of the ballroom. The smell of a feast made your mouth water as you made sure your outfit was perfect, knowing Eris was waiting for your appearance. 

Tonight, you will have to decide which fae you want to court, but for now, as the doors open and the warm lights of the room welcome you, you are going to enjoy the peace while it lasts. 

Helion walks in first, greeting everyone with a warm smile and a wave before he goes off in search of his Lady. You follow swiftly, nodding to the servants as you scan the room for the red-haired male. It only takes you a moment to spot him, standing by the throne with his crown atop his head, but who you see beside him makes you falter.

And the peace you entered with shatters.

Nesta turns her head to look in your direction, her smile dangerous as she gingerly taps Eris on his shoulder and nods towards you. He smirks, amber eyes matching the tone of Nesta’s smile as he raises his head in greeting. 

Fuck.

You immediately turn around, hoping Helion is miraculously waiting for you, only to find him still engrossed in his conversation with the Lady of Autumn. The tightness in your chest continues to grow as you spin back around, looking for anyone or anything that could buy you time to escape, until you realize Nesta is heading straight towards you.

“Why, dove, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Her voice is sickly sweet as she grabs your arms, turning you so that she is now blocking the exit. Damn it. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m-” Your voice cracks, and you flush in embarrassment, clearing your throat and straightening your spine as you try again. “I’m alright, Nes. I just got a little dizzy. I did not know you would be here tonight. When you wrote me, I assumed you had other plans.”

She smiles again, her eyes dancing with amusement as you refuse to hold her gaze. “I did, but they fell through, so I tagged along with the rest of the Court. However, I don’t recall you mentioning anything about a ball in your rejection.”

The pounding of your heart seems to drown out the music as you fumble for an excuse, frowning. “It was a last-minute thing, Nesta. I am so sorry. Of course I would have invited you if I had-”

“Known?” A sweet, sardonic voice repeats behind you. “You’ve known about this event for weeks now, pet.”

Dread pours over you like cold water as you turn to look up at Eris, dressed in his finest suit, while he looks down at you with the faintest hint of a smile. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, as you realize you are now stuck between the two sides of your indecisive heart. 

“I…” You trail off, looking between the two of them. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other this well.”

“Oh, we just recently started getting closer.” Nesta waves her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her wine. “Isn’t that right, Eris?”

“Yes, we found out we both had something very similar in common.” He agrees, handing you your own goblet, which you down without a moment's hesitation. “It seems we are being played by the same woman. Someone’s been bad.”

You choke on the wine, covering your mouth as your eyebrows raise to the top of your head. “Played? What do you mean played?” Your voice is bordering on hysterical. This is not how you wanted things to play out. 

Suddenly, an icy, soft hand grips your chin and turns you until you look into Nesta's steel-blue eyes. “Do you think us stupid, dove? That we wouldn’t figure out your little game?” She frowns and it breaks your heart, your mouth flying open to explain before your brain can tell you to shut up. 

“It wasn’t a game!” You protest, shaking your head vehemently. “I-I swear it was never a game. Not between us,” You say, looking at Nesta before turning to Eris. “Nor us. I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand, for anyone to get hurt, I just-”

“Just what, pet?” Eris cocks his head, his jaw clenching. 

“I couldn’t choose between the two of you. You are both so similar and yet so different. I met you,” You gesture towards the High Lord of Autumn, smiling wistfully. “And you swept me off my feet with your sarcasm and wit…and then I met Nesta, who did the same, only with her passion and fury. I wanted you both. I still do, and I know that is impossible, that you must hate me, and I understand.” 

The shame you feel for stringing them both along threatens to swallow you whole as they share a look over your head, one that you miss due to keeping your eyes on the floor until their mocking laughter makes you jump and look up in surprise. 

“Look at her face, Eris,” Nesta coos, stroking a hand down your bare arm. “She looks as if she is about to burst into tears.”

“As she should. It might teach her a lesson in being greedy.” He responds darkly, seizing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “You have been very bad, pet. Very bad and very greedy.”

Your face must give away your confusion as you blink blankly at the redhead, trying to figure out if this is a game or if you are about to be called out in front of the entire room. What were they doing?

Nesta’s slender frame presses up against your back as you feel her lips ghost against the shell of your ear, sending a pleasurable thrill down your spine as she whispers, “Go upstairs to Eris’s room. You know which one. And when you arrive, we want you to strip down and kneel by the edge of the bed.”

We?

You lick your lips, trying to form a sentence until you give up and mutter the only word that matters. “We?”

“Yes. We.” Eris confirms, a sinful smile on his red lips as he releases you all at once. You stumble back, barely catching yourself before you fall on your ass and look between the two of them. “Go.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. One that Nesta was nodding along with. You turn and leave numbly, going over the whiplash of conversation that just happened, and it doesn’t hit you until you get to the stairs of what this meant.

They knew you were talking to them both. They knew you couldn’t choose. They had planned this. It wasn’t anger or sadness in their voices that you thought you heard…it was lust. And power. You had played right into their hands.

And you were excited. 

“I’m in way over my head…” You shake your head as you ascend the stairs and take the familiar route to Eris’s room. Time seems to slow as you arrive at the ornate door and slowly turn the brass knob, your fingers slightly trembling as you push the door open and peek inside. 

The room itself looks as it always has. A large four-poster bed against the back wall decorated with warm browns and vivid reds, a large fur pelt blanket at the end. His grand wooden desk was against the other wall, close to the fireplace, with a tall, plush chair directed towards the bed. 

As you scan the room, you almost miss it, the candlelight catching the array of objects that one of the two had laid out on the bedside table before you had arrived. You take a tentative step forward, mouth opening in shock as you see various ropes, paddles, and other things that make your skin flush and cunt clench.

What were they going to do to you?

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear heels clicking down the hall. Realizing you hadn’t followed instructions, you make quick work of your dress and underwear. The clothes fall haphazardly to the floor, and you barely kick them out of the way and kneel before Nesta opens the door.

“Hmm.” She hums, shutting the door behind her as she walks across the room. You clench your fists on your thighs, resisting the urge to look until two fingers find your chin and tilt it up. “You listen well, dove.”

The praise makes you shiver, your eyelids fluttering while she watches you for a moment longer before releasing your chin. You make a small sound in your throat but one sharp glare from her silences you. 

“Don’t pout. This is your own doing.” She chastises you, removing her long, silver gloves and draping herself across the chair you noticed earlier. “You will accept everything we give you with a ‘Thank you,” do you understand?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately, jumping when you hear the door open again. Eris’s tall shadow envelopes the entrance as he turns to lock the three of you inside, his gloves already removed as he lays them across the nightstand. 

“She was ready when you came in?” He asks over his shoulder, ignoring your existence as he removes his coat jacket. Nesta nods, shifting in her seat as the High Lord smirks and grabs your face roughly. “What’s your safeword?”

“I, um,” You falter, shying away from his gaze as you rack your brain. “Suriel.”

Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”

“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”

“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”

“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession. 

“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”

Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again. 

“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle. 

“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you. 

“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze momentarily when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but you feel it dip between your folds before you can look.

Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”

Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it. 

Their chuckles fill your mind as they work your body expertly, giving you both pain and pleasure. You can feel Nesta shift again in her seat and your mouth waters as you imagine how wet she must be. Eris scissors your cunt and strokes your walls, his face heating up with desire at all the sounds you are making.

It takes only two more blows before they’ve had enough of the game. Eris pulls you off of her, forcing you to be on your hands and knees as he admires you from behind. You blush, feeling his hands groping your ass until your attention draws back to Nesta as she begins to undo the laces of her dress.

“Holy hells…” You whisper as the fabric falls and pools at her feet, the candlelight giving her an ethereal glow as she stands before you. “Nesta, you are so beautiful.”

“Such pretty words,” She smiles, reclaiming her seat on the chair before spreading her legs so you could see her glistening cunt. “But I can think of other things I want your mouth to be doing.”

You lick your lips subconsciously, looking back to Eris, who also seems captivated by her beauty until he feels your eyes and nods. “Go on, pet, show her how talented your tongue is.” 

No further encouragement is needed as you crawl towards her, rising so that you can bury your face between her thighs. One of her hands immediately falls to grasp your hair while the other grips the fabric of the couch. Your tongue greedily laps up her juices, moaning at the taste as the rustle of fabric behind you has your ears perking.

“How does it feel, Nesta?” Eris asks huskily, folding his clothes and putting them aside before returning to his spot behind you. “Is she showing you how sorry she is?”

“Oh, yes,” She gasps, her hips grinding against your face as you continue to eat her out. “You’ve trained her well. I could almost get over you having her first. Almost.”

She emphasizes the last word by giving a sharp yank to your hair, enjoying the cry of pain you give before she pushes your head back down. You feel emboldened to make it up to her, to make her feel good, and you use the tip of your tongue to flick over her hard clit. This causes her to moan louder, and you smile, doing it over and over again. 

You’re so busy focusing on Nesta’s pleasure that you forget Eris is behind you. However, he is quick to remedy that as you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance. It takes you by surprise, but you instantly push your hips back, silently begging him to fuck you.

A low growl comes from his chest as he lines himself up and thrusts all the way into you with one rough shove. The stretch is painful and burning but you can’t find it in you to care. 

“Fuck!” You moan into Nesta’s cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Eris starts a brutal pace. Every thrust pushes you further into her, the entire bottom half of your face covered in her wetness as her cries grow louder. 

Eris’s hands come to grip your hips to hold you steady, the sound of his balls slapping against your sex making you shiver as he lands a sharp smack on your ass. You whimper, enjoying the pain, and he does it again. And again. And again.

“Take it, little whore,” He grunts, long hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you deep. “Cry for us, scream for us, let everyone in the hall hear how pretty you sound when you’re getting ruined.”

Nesta’s thighs start to tremble as you do exactly as he instructs, her nails digging into your scalp as she starts to rut against your face desperately. You can feel your orgasm building from Eris hitting your sweet spot, but before you can cling to that feeling, you hear Nesta scream out your name, her cum flooding your mouth as she holds you against her pussy. 

You lap at her like a kitten with cream, opening your eyes to watch her face contort in pleasure. The vision of her coming undone by your tongue is one you ingrain into your memory. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lifts you by the hair again, tilting your head left and right to see the mess she’s made of you. You smile at her, proud of your state, until Eris rips another moan out of you that makes your eyes screw shut. 

“Right there, Eris, gods-” You groan, looking back to watch him disappear into your tight hole. “I’m close.”

The coil in your stomach was tightening by the second but just as your vision gets fuzzy, the High Lord pulls out with a hiss. You couldn’t stop the whine even if you wanted to, pleas falling from your lips for more. 

It falls on deaf ears as Nesta shoves you off of her, making you fall backward onto your sore ass. You hiss, frowning, until Eris seizes your shoulders and turns you around to face him. He is standing now, fully naked, with his large, glistening cock hanging right in front of your face.

Whatever words you were about to say die in your throat as you swallow, your breathing growing shallow as you glance from his dick to his face. He’s got his signature scowl, and one eyebrow raises as he waits for you to do what you already know he wants.

You raise your hand tentatively, grasping his cock and giving it a small stroke. Eris’s hips follow your motion, and you repeat it, rising to your knees so that you can move more easily. He allows you a few seconds before he grabs the back of your head, his other hand grabbing his cock.

“Open for me, pet. Stick out your tongue.” He orders, smiling with his teeth when you follow obediently. You gaze up at him through your lashes as he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, smearing your own wetness over your mouth and cheek. “Such a good, obedient girl.”

“Mmmph!” You moan, swirling your tongue over the tip before he shoves himself inside you without warning. Instinctively, you gag, your eyes watering as he pulls out all the way and does it over and over again. You have to brace your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your throat just like he fucked your cunt. 

Just as you feel like you’ve got it down, two hands roam over your shoulders and down your chest, cupping your breasts. Nesta’s scent surrounds you as she presses herself against you, toying with your nipples as she coos, “You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, little dove. You were made for this.” 

Eris continues his assault on your mouth as Nesta works your body with her fingers, her lips trailing down your neck and over your ear while one of her hands drops to your sopping pussy. She brushes against your clit teasingly, and you moan around his cock, your hole clenching on nothing as she repeats the action agonizingly slow. 

“So desperate for us,” Eris growls, his hips beginning to stutter as he feels his orgasm rising from his spine. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, and you are going to hold it. Understand?”

You try to nod, tears falling down your cheek as Nesta’s fingers speed up in time with Eris’s thrusts. She moves from your clit to push three long, slender fingers inside of you. In seconds she’s curling them to hit the spot, making you see stars just as Eris throws his head back and cums with a low groan of your name.

His seed coats your mouth, and you do your best to hold it in, feeling some of it leak out the corners of your mouth from just how much he cums. It’s tangy and musky, but you love how nicely it mixes with Nesta’s taste. Eris slows his pumping and gingerly pulls out, though he remains hard, lifting your chin to make sure you followed his directions. 

However, you can’t focus for long as Nesta nips your shoulder playfully, reminding you of her presence. You allow your head to fall back as she continues to fuck you with her hand, rolling your hips as you feel your orgasm build for the second time that night. 

Everything in you wants to cry out, to scream for more, but you know you can’t. You didn’t want to upset Eris more, but gods, Nesta’s fingers were heaven-sent. Just a little more, and you would….

She pulls them out just as you teeter to the edge, ripping your orgasm away with a cruel laugh. You sob, bucking your hips like a bitch in heat as you try to hold the feeling, but it’s no use. Instead, she kisses you fiercely and uses her tongue to scoop up Eris’s cum. 

The action makes you shiver, and she pulls back so you can watch her swallow it, her eyes flicking to Eris, who’s smirking at her. A thought crosses your mind briefly of the two of them ravishing each other in a battle for dominance, a sight you would give anything to see. 

Tonight was not that night, unfortunately, as a pair of strong arms lifted you and all but tossed you on the bed. You bounce, barely catching yourself before Eris is pulling you by the ankles until your ass is almost dangling off the bed. Nesta appears to the side of you, and looking at both of their expressions, you know your punishment is not over. 

“Beg for it. For us.” Eris demands, his hand dipping down to begin to rub your clit again. You were already so sensitive that even that small action had you getting close, but Nesta held your hips down, her eyes glaring down at you.

“Do it, dove. Beg for mercy. Beg for us to use your body, to fuck you stupid.” She snarls, twisting your nipples until your back arches, and you sob again. “Be a good girl and beg.”

You gasp, staring at them as the last shreds of your dignity disappear into thin air. “Please, please, use me!” You squeal, heart racing. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been so good. I’m so sorry! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just-” You swallow, your throat constricting from the overstimulation. “I wanna cum, I wanna be good, please let me.”

There were a few moments where you thought they would continue their torture, continue taking joy in your pain, but all at once, they pull back, and the entire mood shifts. Nesta maneuvers until your head is in her lap, her voice soothing as Eris smiles down at you and begins to kiss your inner thighs softly.

Your whole body is shaking as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking, before moving down to tongue at your cunt. Both of your hands fist into the bedsheet as you slowly start to roll your hips, your mind buzzing as Nesta plays with your tits again. The combination of both of them makes you feel a bliss you’ve never felt. If you died right now, you’d be happy.

It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge as Eris’s tongue fucks you. Your soft moans turn to whimpers, the only warning they get before your body seizes and you arch off the bed. Nesta talks you through it, telling you how good you were for them, while Eris drinks everything you give him.

He pulls away when you start to squirm, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore. He and Nesta share a look as she pulls you further into the bed, shushing you as you mumble out another apology. 

“It’s okay, dove, you’re okay,” She soothes, brushing your hair out of your face. “You did so well for us. You were so good.”

A warm, wet something is felt between your legs, and you barely open your eyes to see Eris wiping you down, making sure to be gentle before he tosses it to the side and crawls to your other side.

“We could never stay mad at you, pet, not when you give us this.” He smiles, kissing your temple. “Sleep now. We’ll talk in the morning.”

You nod, nuzzling into Nesta’s bare chest while moving your arm to touch Eris as well. They both smile and rest against you, content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and conversations, but tonight, you all could bask in each other and your shared bliss. 

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[kishibe-kisser]

Hiii thank you for being a writer. Could you do a mahito x reader fluff/angst type of thing where he has a weird fondness for the reader but will never admit it outloud (bc after all he is here to destroy humans, he hates them) but then one day reader is in trouble/gets hurt by someone or something & mahito’s protectiveness over reader comes out. Maybe he is like a little bit of tsundere LOL

Ah thank you so much!!!!!! and I totally can! This man is the bane of my existence but also I can't bring myself to hate him???

The only fear you'll feel is me

Tags: sunshine reader! Mahito likes your fear, tsundere Mahito but also Yandere? mentions of violence, stalker-ish Mahito, mentions of death

Word count: 1428

There was something about you, it was different from the other humans. The fact that you were pretty was what initially drew him to you, the perfect little toy to manipulate like the other humans under his thumb. Just as he was about to sink his claws into you, he caught a whiff of your scent.

It was a sweet smell, one that could only be explained by a sunny demeanor. The hatred that made humans smell disgusting was nearly nowhere to be found on you and it fascinated him deeply. The infatuation only grew as he watched you from afar, stalking you in the streets to see just what you got up to and just why you smelled so sweet.

He watched you help an elderly woman cross the street, smiling widely as you did so and even staying to make small talk with her. It was entirely fascinating, your expression not turning sour once as someone stopped you for directions, or as you had to wait in line at a restaurant it didn't seem to bother you one bit. There was not one ounce of hatred in your blood and Mahito just wanted to taste it.

When he appeared in front of you, he fully believed you were going to scream. His maniacal eyes searching yours for fear, but finding nothing other intrigue. Truth be told it wasn't the response he wanted, he thought your fear would be sweeter than that of the other humans and you not being scared of the mere sight of him upset him.

"You aren't scared?" He asked, blocking you from being able to leave his presence in any way. While this man was practically holding you hostage, you didn't feel any fear. If any thing it was fascination. His mismatched eyes, long silver hair and stitches over his skin, sure you could see how others could find him jarring. Not for you though, no you could only describe him as intriguing. "Should I be?" You asked, hand reaching out to graze over the stitching.

Mahito's hand shot up, gripping your wrist and holding it away from his face. He leaned down, smiling and rested his face a few inches in front of your own. "You don't even understand what I could do to you just by touching you." His other hand nuzzled your chin and his words made you wonder just what this creature was capable of.

"Luckily for you I have other things to do, I don't have time to play now." He remarked, letting you go and looking away. He was lying straight through his teeth. He had to get away from you for a moment, the sweet way you looked into his eyes making his chest hurt and head ache. Mahito needed to get away from you and how much he liked you for his own safety.

He might have left you confused but he didn't leave your thoughts at all. He was mysterious, most definitely insane and since the interaction, you had the feeling that he never really left you at all. You could feel his mismatched eyes on you always, every where you went.

He'd come in close proximity, taunting you and then speak to like you were the instigator. He tormented you, acted like you were bothering him when he was the one who was latched to you like a ghost... like a curse.

Yet you didn't hate him, having him there felt like your new normal. Despite the fact that he spewed venom your way each time your eyes met him, you didn't hate him and definitely didn't hate you. You were convinced he was toying with you for his own sadistic enjoyment and because of that you couldn't hate him. It was your nature, being a firm believer of allowing people to do what they needed to get themselves through the day and if Mahito needed to torment you to get through his day, that was okay.

That of course wasn't why he did it. He was indeed a living, breathing curse but god he wanted. He just didn't know how to deal with himself or the emotions that came with it all. You were a cup of hot chocolate on a rainy day and he was the storm. So he treated you the only way he knew how, like shit.

Mahito watched you walk down the street, rain soaking through your pretty hair and it made him angry. Why couldn't you just look at the weather before hand? Then you wouldn't be this soaked through and through. It was simple enough. The worst part was that it didn't bother you. You just continued to hold the bouquet of flowers you just bought and admired them as you wandered home. Turning down the wrong alley, he watched and his body tensed on instinct. You were out of his sight and something was wrong. He just knew.

If there was going to be any danger in your life, it was going to be him.

The moment you rounded the corner you realised it was a mistake. Three menacing figures looming over you nearly instantly, the bouquet of flowers dropping to the ground. "What do we have here?" One of them said, grabbing your arm as you turned to leave. A wave of fear travelled through your body, chills coating your skin from the touch. "I'm sorry, just let me leave." You said, looking up at the man only to be met with emotionless eyes. "I didn't mean to turn the corner." You added on, feeling another one of the men press against your back.

"Why not, we're very nice." The man behind you leaned down to say in your ear and you felt your body cringe. "Now that's not a very nice response." The 3rd man's spewed, raising his hand to strike your cheek. You were truly frozen, not knowing what else to do in this situation other than brace yourself. But the hit never came and the hands holding you let go roughly.

"I don't like it when people mess with my playthings." Mahito's voice made your head snap up and you felt relieved. Nearly crumbling to the ground, you watched as the men surrounded him and laughed at his appearance. However he was unphased, glancing back at you with a menacing smile before simply placing his hands on one of the men.

You watched the man begin to deform, Mahito's laughter drowned out the man's screams as he transformed into a disgusting looking creature before dropping to the ground. His friends let out disgusted cries, making attempts to run away only for Mahito to stretch his arm and effortlessly pull them back. All while transforming them in the process.

Not one sound left your mouth as you watched these men die and the man who had become your shadow transform his body with no effort. The fact that he had just murdered three men didn't phase him at all and well, what you just saw was shocking but you still didn't feel fear. At least not towards Mahito, or what he was. No you felt it more towards the situation. What would have happened if your shadow wasn't there?

Your clothes were drenched through and through and your flowers were crushed, the sight of you pitiful as you wept. Mahito could see it on you now, the fear and he didn't like it. He didn't like it because you weren't scared of him. These men had stolen your fear and that wasn't okay. He didn't like seeing you afraid of something else.

"Pet, are you alright?" Mahito asked you, taking in your tear streaked face and crouching down to your level. His tone was soft and hushed, a layer of worry also in the mix. You nodded your head, reaching to wipe your eyes only for him to beat you to it. His touch was welcomed to you and you pressed your face into hands.

"Did they scare you?" He added on, pulling you onto your face and wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you Mahito." You mumbled, not knowing what else to say. You were traumatised, confused and more than likely falling for a monster. Your tears continued to fall as you watched Mahito pick up your trampled bouquet, picking the destroyed flowers out of it and handing it to you. His grey and blue eyes locking with yours as he pulled a wicked smile.

"Don't worry pet, I'll make sure the only fear you'll ever fear comes from me."

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this! I tried my best to fit Mahito's personality in there. Let me know what you think!

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#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mahito #mahito x reader

[baby-yongbok]

˳·˖✶ ⋆Midnights: Pt.1˳·˖✶ ⋆

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Mentions of the pandemic (COVID-19)

Notes: Third Person POV + Okay, so, When I started writing this I intended for it to be a sweet drabble but then I just kept typing and typing and TYPING... I think that this has potential to be a series. There will definitely be a part 2 but I'm not sure if it should just be two parts or more. Let me know what you think please? This was also written pretty fast so I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, but then again I say that about everything I write. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy!

Word Count: 1366

Summary: The two of you are best friends, You know each other like the back of your hand, so why does this new version of Hyunjin give you a feeling you've never experienced before? His smile is all the same but somethings changed... What could it be?

You and Hyunjin have been best friends since you learned how to walk. You’ve done everything together for as long as you can remember and the fact that the two of you are next door neighbors made it even easier to spend an insane amount of time together. Around the time that you turned sixteen and he turned seventeen the two of you decided that spending eight hours of your day together wasn’t enough so naturally he started sneaking into your window late at night to hang out with you. The two of you would play games, watch movies, and anything else that your heart desired all while trying to stay as quiet as possible. Even though your entire family loved Hyunjin, you knew that having a boy in your room at 1:45am would not go over well with your parents. He’d sneak in for any reason and at any time. He got into a fight with his parents? He’ll be at your window at two in the morning. You’re feeling sick? He’ll be at your window with snacks and anything else he grabbed at the store to make you smile. 

Unfortunately, your late night hang outs came to an end when the two of you went off to college. Well, when he went off to college. Hyunjin made the decision to stay on campus but you weren’t sure that you were ready for the responsibility of basically living alone. Hyunjin begged you to stay on campus, promising that he’d take care of you and keep you on track but you just weren’t sure. Fast forward a month after that conversation when the two of you found out that you both got accepted… to different colleges. It took a lot for the two of you to say goodbye but you knew Hyunjin would only be a phone call away. 

Months went by and your nights were silent. There was no dark haired boy climbing up the tree next to your balcony and knocking on your window anymore. No more late night movies or whispering the lyrics to karaoke at three in the morning. The two of you kept in contact with video calls and texts but you both ended up being way more involved in college activities than you thought you would be thus leaving very little room for meeting up or even texting back some days. As your lives got busier the two of you slowly drifted apart, that was until the pandemic hit. Suddenly your extremely active world was quiet again, all of your classes were now either canceled or strictly online. Hyunjin had no choice but to move back home since his dormitory was closing down to enforce social distancing. It all felt like a mess but there was a silver lining to it all, Hyunjin was coming back home and the two of you would finally see each other after nearly five months of being apart, now all you had to do was wait.

 It was a regular Thursday evening, you sat on your front porch listening to music and laying on your bench swing with your dog, Miffy. The smooth voice of the artist you were listening to was suddenly drowned out by Miffy barking and running off of the porch. You sat up, startled by the sudden noise and immediately started searching for the cause of the commotion. That’s when your eyes landed on him, his hair was a bright red which stuck out from his black muscle tee and black sweats. You went over to your front steps and watched him for some time as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of his fathers car. ‘There’s no way that that’s Hyunjin right?’ Your thoughts were racing as you tried to remember what he looked like five months ago but your memory sadly failed you. Just as your eyes fix on the muscle of his toned arm he turns towards your house. His gaze is cast upwards towards your balcony, he’s clearly trying to see if you’re home. Your heart skips a beat as it all sinks in, that is Hyunjin. Just as you’re about to scream his name to get his attention Miffy reaches him and jumps up on him earning a smile and a happy laugh to fall from his lips. 

“Miffy! How are ya girl?” He wildly pets the dog like he hasn’t seen her in years but in his defense it’s felt like forever since he’s seen you and your family. Finally, he puts two and two together and looks up towards your front porch where you stood with your dress blowing in the autumn wind and a bright smile on your face. “Y/n!”

Hyunjin runs over to you immediately with Miffy following close behind. You rush down your front stairs with your arms out in front of you ready to hug your best friend. His arms snake around your waist quickly like you’d disappear if he were a second slower, yours find a home around his neck and he spins you around earning a giggle from you. “Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you, angel”

“I’ve missed you more.” He sets you down and pulls you closer to his body. His chin rests on the top of your head and your cheek rests comfortably on his chest. You don’t know what it is, call it your best friend spidey senses but he feels different than he did five months ago…what’s changed? You both pull back and look at each other, smiling like your lives depend on it. You lift your hand and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You’re…red” 

He laughs at your comment and looks away from you for a second. “Do you mean my hair or my face?”

“Your hair… well actually, both.” You both fall into a fit of laughter before stopping and staring at each other again.

“I dyed it a month ago, I thought I sent you a picture.” Shaking your head Hyunjin’s smile slowly turns into a frown. “I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with talking to you… It was just so busy on campus and I joined way too many clubs and -” 

You bring your hand up to stop him with a smile still pulling at your lips. “It’s fine, I sucked at communicating too, what’s important is that you’re here now.”

The guilt he felt for not contacting you melted into a reassured smile. “There’s so much I want to tell you, angel, but I think I have to go.” 

He looked over to his house where his father was waiting by the car with his arms crossed. You furrowed your eyebrows with worried eyes and Hyunjin bit his lip slightly. - Fuck why was that hot? - He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“My parents aren’t too thrilled about the red hair, I think I’m in trouble.” You giggle and he does the same. “I figured that once I turned nineteen that I had a bit more freedom but that clearly isn’t the case.” 

He rolled his eyes and you sighed. “You know how your mom is, I say that you did this on purpose.” He sticks his tongue into his cheek slightly and smiles.

“You’re not wrong… but listen, I don’t want to make my case any worse so I’ll see you later?” You glance down at his wrist knowing for sure that he has a watch on him. 

“Hyun, it’s already seven o’clock. You’re gonna get scolded for about an hour and everything is closed due to the pandemic so we can’t go anywhere.” Just as Hyunjin was going to reply, his father called him to come home. With a sigh he starts walking backwards away from you.

“Leave your window open, yeah?” With a wink he turns and runs off towards his house. He gives you one last glance and smiles before he disappears through his front door leaving you in your walk way. For some reason you felt nervous about Hyunjin coming to your house tonight. Sure it would be just like old times but something has changed… What in the world was causing this feeling?

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[the-fiction-witch]

Formalities

Media The Queens Gambits

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty Af + Mild Smut

Warnings Drug use

I giggled running after the other girls, I wasn't sure where we were going, or where we were but that sort of thing was par for the course. The other girls ran off without me but I spotted a ladies' room so I ushered myself in and shut the door behind me. I spotted myself in the mirror taking a good look at myself for the first time in ... I wasn't sure how long. 

My white plastic knee-high boots hugged my legs tightly, my tights so ripped and laddered little remained of them, my black sleeveless shift dress tight to my withering body, a white plastic belt around my waist with a round buckle, my little wrist high white gloves, my necklace long gone, earrings too, my make up smudged and muddled into nothing but madness, my hair still stiff half up and half down with my white clip to pin the back. 

In a moment of clarity, I threw away my tights, wiped off my makeup and washed my face with the sink's water and soap, I took my little comb from my white leather clutch bag and fixed what little needed to be repaired on my hair, I dried my face and fixed my smokey eye shadow high to, my two liner lines one at my eyelid the other at the crest of my eye where my eye shadow ended, I added a slight blush to my cheeks and nose tip leaving my freckled exposed, I added mascara to my already fake lashes both top and bottom, and I grabbed my black lipstick so dark and dense as well as my white lip liner, I lined my lips perfectly and then added the lipstick blending the two with my finger to create a sort of gradient to my lips. I spritzed enough of my perfume to drown an elephant and refilled my bag before heading back out following the direction the other girls had gone. 

I soon picked up on the music playing and found myself in an art Deco-style bar, with carpets,  a grey floor with dancing people, and a bar littered with people, I found my way to the floor setting my handbag on the floor to dance around, I found the other girls I had spent my time with even if I didn’t even know their names. They greeted me with a smile and handed me a drink which I quickly had and joined the dance. 

My mind became fuzzy, the vibration of the music through the floor, time seemed to slow, like all that existed in the world was myself and the music as I danced. 

In a moment of clarity, I looked across the bar, as they offered me another drink. 

I saw him across the bar, and sat on one of the stools. He had a pair of black shined shoes, a pair of black jeans tight to his legs, a black t-shirt with some silver chains hung low, a green button down with only two or three of the bottom buttons done up, he had a thick leather trench coat over him and a cowboy hat on the bar beside him, He had fluffy blonde hair and a gracing of facial hair, his brown eyes seeming to linger on me as I danced. I smiled at him as I danced having some more of my drink, He smirked watching me, and taking a drink of his own beer. 

I passed the drink along and continued to dance for a while until I felt a hand across my arm. 

His hand stroked across my arm gently up towards my shoulder so I moved back to press us together. I was utterly lost in the music and movements feeling him grind against my back and I often did it back to him too, his hands often stroked my arms and waist guiding our dance to the music, his jacket gone often the cold of his chains and rings would make me jump a little, I could smell his teakwood scented aftershave, often feel his facial hair tickling against my skin when he would move closer to my exposed neck, I often found my hand moving back to twist my fingers in the locks of his hair. 

“You’re a good dancer.” He whispered in my ear

“I have a good partner” I smirked back just as the bottle found its way to my hand again I went to drink but he grabbed the bottle 

“Don’t.” He warns 

“Why not?”

“It’s not just beer” 

“I know” I giggled

“Don’t.” He warns “I think I’d like to dance with you sober”

“Really?”

“For me baby” he whispered 

I blushed and passed on the bottle without taking a sip continuing to dance getting more intense 

“Good girl” he smirked 

“Can we dance?”

“Of course, we can” 

We danced getting closer and closer his hands wandering up and down my body his fingers gently stroking across my bottom lip 

“You’re beautiful” he cooed 

“I don’t know if you are handsome or not, haven’t looked at you.” 

“Why don’t you?”

“Why should I? We’re just dancing” 

“What if we wanna do more than dance?”

“Boys often don’t wanna do more than dance”

“Who said I was a boy?” He whispered, “What do Men want?”

“Men? Well they often want more than a dance” I smirked as I slowly turned to face him, the boy from the bar but his jacket gone left with his hat and his beer at the bar 

“Hi” 

“Hi” I giggled lazily wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body tight to his so much I felt the cold sting of his belt through my dress “Handsome” I smiled 

“You flatter me Baby” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist his hands on the opposite hip guiding me as I danced our grinding only got more intense “I never caught your name?”

“I didn’t throw it.”

“Humm Guess you didn’t” he smirked stroking his hands down my ass

“Who needs the formalities? We're only dancing” I whispered playing with the tiny thin hair on his chin 

“Maybe I think we’ve danced enough” he whispered touching his nose to mine 

“You can never dance enough” I smirked running my hand down his chain and letting my body slip down his by the time my hand met the buttons on his shirt my head was at his belt but he forced me back to his eyes “Will you tell me your name?”

“Why? Do we need the formalities?” he smirked back “Benny. Benny Watts”

“Benny. Benny. Benny” I giggled nuzzling into his neck

“Do I get to know about you?” he whispered pulling us even closer 

“Y/n” 

“Y/n” he smirked “A name as beautiful as the rest of you” He cooed

“You flatter me” I smiled taking his hand and spinning out and he quickly spun me back into his chest 

“Come and stay in my room tonight”

“What?”

“Come up and stay in my hotel room tonight.”

“Oh? And do what?” 

“More than dance baby” he smirked 

“Okay” I smiled

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” I giggled 

“Come on” He smirked we grabbed our stuff and he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me through the hotel and up to one of the bedrooms, it was an impressive room and I giggled and collapsed on the bed. “Comfy baby?” he smirked 

“I didn’t know I was in a hotel”

“Didn’t you?” he asked

“No” I giggled

“You do know you in Las Vegas right?”

“Am I?” I giggled “Cosmic” 

“I think you need to get to bed.” he said going through his bag “Here you can borrow my shirt tonight,” he said handing over a shirt from his bag “Get yourself to bed,” 

“Will you come and cuddle?” 

“Absolutely baby” he smirked stripping off and climbing in the bed as I did too “Come on bed”

“Okay” I giggled cuddling up to him and I fell asleep almost immediately. 

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Johnny dating a country girl maybe? Or a girl that's just from the south, idk I randomly thought of this I think it'd be neat 😭

All Over Again

Hot summers and hot love in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.4k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, flirting, guns, hangovers, erotic fishing

An: Thank you so much for this request!! Believe it or not, I actually was pondering this idea for a while! XD A good chunk of this is based off of where I grew up (in the middle of nowhere), so most of this definitely comes from experience! That, and I was inspired by these two amazing fics by one of my favorite writers on here, @thedreamydemon !! You all should ABSLOUTELY check her out!! The first scene specificly takes inspiration from this clip of Knox from the Big Brother video that I still just can’t get enough of!! This is maybe the filthiest thing I have ever written. Hope you enjoy! :D

Pop! One beer can fell off where it was propped up on an old piece of furniture in Johnny’s front yard, landing on the half dead grass with a clink before he started on the next one. There was no way in hell you would ever own a gun, but there was just something so sexy about how he handled that thing. Maybe it was how, when he aimed, he’d raise his shoulder just enough to make those too short t-shirts he always wore ride up about an inch above his belt, giving you a peek at the contoured lines of his stomach. Pop! Clink. Maybe it was the way he handled that pump action so skilfully and how muscular his biceps looked when he did, the sun golden against his skin as his sleeves stretched around them. Pop! Clink.

He didn’t seem to notice you until went to take a seat in the lawn chair he had set up on the dirt road few cars ever traversed, cracking open a beer and leaning his Winchester 1897 against one of the metal arms. Sun glinted off of the silver frame of his sunglasses, sweat making his skin just barely glisten as he brought the sweating can to his lips, glancing up at you, “Hey, mama.” Smiling that crooked way he always did, Johnny passed you a beer, “What brings you ‘round here?” The heat wasn't the only thing that had you sweating bullets, but you tried to play cool, “Well…” The liquid soothed your burning throat as you took a swig, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could go down by the creek- cool off a little…” The last part of your sentence lingered in the air, as if to suggest something else that Johnny immediately picked up on. He pretended not to get it just to tease you a little, “Sure thing. In fact , I gotta idea…” Standing up, he dusted his hands off in his dickies, “Why don’t we do a little fishin’?”

Johnny looked at you like you were crazy when you told him you never learned how, “You’re kidding.” Gazing up at him as he stood just a little too close to you, you raised your hands in appeal, “No- completely serious here.” You didn’t have The fainted clue what was so important about knowing how to fish or what your boyfriend found absolutely hilarious about the fact that you didn't. He cooed teasingly, trying to get under your skin a little just to bug you, “Aww, what’s the matter? Daddy never taught you how?” You couldn’t tell if it was the sun or your blush that made your face feel hot. Something in you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off of his face, but you played civil, rolling your eyes and saying nothing, he responded to your silence, “Well,” One of his hands came to rest heavy on your shoulder, “Not to worry, doll, ‘cause I’m gonna teach you everything you need’t know.”

☆彡

The shade of the towering Blue Ash trees that flanked the rocky bed of the river provided relief from the blistering heat as Johnny held your hand in his, helping you traverse the uneven terrain like the good boyfriend he was even though you insisted you were perfectly capable of it yourself. His palm still felt cool from his beer as you squeezed it. the decline evened out as you neared the edge of the water, crouching by the bubbling water. Sun streamed through the leaves overhead, dappling patterns on your skin as you peered into the lazy current while your boyfriend sat down near you on the rocks, setting everything up.

“Now, what I want you to do,” Johnny threaded a wriggling pink worm onto the hook, “S’just hold this for me till you feel a little tug, alright?” He snickered saying the last part. You only half listened to him as he explained, nodding to make it seem like you got it, “Mmhm…” Distracted, you could barely prepare yourself before you felt a strong pair of hands grip your hips and pull you back, landing on the lap of your boyfriend. That was definitely one way to get your attention. Handing you the rod stiffly, he positioned your hands around it with his significantly larger, more skilled ones, holding them there for a second as he tilted his head to the side, bringing it right behind your ear, his voice low and soft against the skin of your neck, “That easy enough for you?” Not sure whether you were more turned on or ticked off by his petty behavior, you aired on the former, “Yeah...”

“Good, now…” His hands released from around yours, “the most important part of fishing is payin’ attention.” You could feel him smile against the shell of your ear, the calloused pads of his fingers slipping down your wrists, then your forearms, the only sound for maybe a mile being the woods arround you. “If you can’t pay attention, then…well, you won’t be able’t catch anything worthwhile.” Little tickling touches made you squirm as his hands made their way to your waist, his thumbs slinking down to your lower back as he played with the hem of your tank top, a few of his fingers skillfully grazing the skin underneath it. Ohh, he knew what he was doing. Johnny chuckled at your inability to sit still as you squirmed in his lap, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, mockingly, “Easy, easy…” Gently, like you wouldn’t even have noticed if your nerves weren’t on fire, his lips found your neck, sucking just barely. You felt Johnny grin at the noise you made when his mouth made contact with your pulse point, feeling the flutter of your heartbeat under your skin. It was twisted, but god, it was hot. He was fucking with you

Your hands began to tremor a little from how fervent he was and you practically snapped, albeit softer than you would’ve wanted, “What- what do you know about fishing anyway?” Johnny’s hands came back up to wrap around yours, steadying them as he pulled himself away from the swollen, pink skin of your neck, murmuring against you, “I know more than you do.” Well, he was right.

Just then, you felt a tug at the end of the line. Thinking quick, you scrambled for the reel, spinning it faster than you thought you physically could. Johnny’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates when he saw the flopping, wet monster of a catfish you reeled in, almost jumping at the sight with you still in his lap, “Holy shit!” He seemed more surprised than you, even though you were the one who caught the damn thing, “What’d you mean, holy shit’? I thought you were gonna take me fishing!” He chuckled in surprise, jaw still a little slack, “Well, I mean- I wasn't thinking about that kinda fish!” It took you a second to realize the stupid dirty joke he made, facepalming. Although that prospect wasn’t entirely awful in your mind, you feigned disgust, “Come on! Y’can’t believe I’m that easy, do you?” Johnny shrugged, “Well, a guy can hope…”

★彡

It was rare that Johnny wasn’t outside on a day like this. Usually, he’d be sitting in front of his single wide, drinking his beer on the ‘porch’ he fashioned out of stolen scrap lumber that you never really trusted enough to step foot on. But he wasn’t today, so you decided to be a good girlfriend and pop by. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he needed a little company.

The semi rotted wood creaked unsteadily under your feet as you opened up the screen, knocking gently on the white plywood door that was covered in mildew, as was the siding and just about anything on the outside of that house. Leaning against the door to listen, almost pressing your cheek to it, you called, “Johnny…?” A beat passed before you got a short, groggy response from inside, “S’unlocked.”

The living room was cloaked in darkness from the drawn lacy valance curtains, little slivers of light where they didn’t fully cover the windows stretching over the floor, like a peephole to the mess they hid. A low groan from the couch alerted you to your boyfriend’s presence in the dark. Shutting the door behind you, it took a few seconds for your eyes to get adjusted.

Johnny’s long legs stretched out on the couch, his head propped up on one side and his feet on the other, clad in nothing but his white boxers. Your eyes trailed down from his bare, toned chest, rising and falling with each breath, down his stomach to the trail of hair that led below his waistband that made you practically salivate at the mere sight of. A pink and purple tie-dye bruise the size of your fist sat just to the left of it, drawing your attention to the myriad of smaller bruises and scratches that dappled his body. He didn’t look too hot but god, did he look good. Practically drooling, you tried your best to hide it, “Can I, uh- get you some coffee?” Johnny’s voice was low and hoarse as he nodded, “Yeah…that’d be great, honey.” He laid all sprawled out like that as you gingerly stepped over the crinkling empty beer cans that littered the ground as you prepared a cup for him and yourself.

Returning, you found him sitting up, the arm that was haphazardly thrown over his eyes having been removed as he took the cup, looking up at you. He was sporting a nasty shiner and a busted lip, but besides that the only thing that was really awry was the absence of his sunglasses. Even indoors and at night, he usually wore them to hide his drunk circles, but you always told him they were cute, especially with the dead look he always kinda had behind his eyes. Leaning down, you gave him a gentle kiss on his purple, bruised cheekbone and he winced. You scoffed at his reaction, smiling, “Don't be a baby.”

Sitting down next to him on the couch, Johnny took that as his cue to get comfortable, laying back with his head on your lap. You ran a hand through his hair, his thick locks tickling the spaces between your fingers. The soothing motion elicited a groan from deep in his throat as he stared up at you adoringly. Johnny snickered, his crows feet crinkling up, “Nice view here.” Yep, he was feeling better. “Oh? Y’like the twins?” You giggled, and so did he, still somewhat inebriated, “Mmhm. Love ‘em.”

“Y’know, Rodge’s playin’ the bar tonight.” Johnny cracked a wry smile, “Wanna go?” You weren’t one to turn him down, even if he couldn’t dance sober, much less drunk. Nonetheless, you probably had all of Rodger’s CD’s in your pick up, and he always put on a great show at the kind of honky tonk bars you and Johnny frequented, so it was hard to say no. “Okay, well…” You stroked one of Johnny’s temples with your thumb, tracing an old scar, “If I can get you feelin’ better by tonight, then sure.” He took the hand that was resting on his face and planted a gentle kiss on one of your knuckles, “I’ll make sure of it, doll.”

☆彡

Johnny always had the fellas over- that is, on nights he wasn't taking you out. They’d build a bonfire on the burnt patch of his lawn and drink and sing Marshall Tucker songs until the sun came up. But on those other nights, when you were out fooling around somewhere far too late- those were your favorite nights- like tonight, nestled snugly under Johnny’s arm in a bar that stank like sweat and booze. Romantic.

He learned how to dance slow from movies, and you could tell from how Johnny stumbled over your feet a little as Rodge started up on a real sappy number about whoring. The lights were all low and his hand sat loosely on your waist, holding you close enough that you could taste the beer on his breath. Leaning down, you felt his forehead rest gently against yours like he was just about to kiss you, but before he could close the distance between your mouths, the song faded out, and applause erupted in the crowd as he wordlessly slipped away from you.

But before you could start panickedly scouring the bar for him, poof! Your boyfriend reappeared on stage, stumbling up to the mic to applause from the crowd. He was somewhat of a local celebrity due to his usual antics and held up to his gutsy reputation with little stunts like this. “Hey, cuz.” Rodger shot him a nod and Johnny grabbed the mic, leaning closer with a grin that could tempt a nun, “I gotta song for a special lady out there tonight. Think y’could help me out?” He shot you a grin as the beginning plucky notes of the next song began. Inside, you felt like one of those teen girls that would scream at Beatles shows, watching your boyfriend drunkenly crooning Johnny Cash to you up on that shitty plywood stage. Well, he was singing it to about a hundred people, all dancing and hollering themselves, but you knew he had his eye on you behind those sunglasses.

The song ended to much applause and excitement, the crowd really fired up from his performance as you stood there, lovesick. All of a sudden you were hoisted off of your feet and into the air! You panicked for a moment before you recognized the familiar cackle of the man who was holding you. “Knoxville!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “That was amazing!” He chuckled, cracking a goofy smile, “Thanks, sweetheart. Now, what’d you say we get outta here?”

“That’d be great.”

#jackass #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #never thought I’d have to use the tag ‘erotic fishing’ in my life but #whoops!

[fairy-tale-writer]

Rewards & Punishments

Divus Crewel x Fem! Reader

Prompt: Reader is caught goofing off in Crewel’s class and finds out the hard way how to be a good girl

Note: Teacher-student relationship, semi-public sex, spanking, bdsm themes, gagging, puppy play?, praise kink, cunnilingus, fingering, safe sex rough sex

Cheers!

You couldn't help it-Mr. Crewel was teaching a really boring lesson that day and that group chat you were in was blowing up your phone.

You had made sure to make it look like you were writing down notes when in all actuality you were typing. The chat was lit sending chaotic Kermit the Frog memes.

You had been distracted by digging into your meme file to notice Mr. Crewel's icy silver eyes had settled onto you. Your pencil wasn't moving and he watched you seemingly stare at your paperwork for a while.

He narrowed his eyes and strolled around the classroom until he stood right in front of you. Still you had yet to notice as you sent your share of Kermit.

"Are you texting during my class period, puppy?"

You let out a shriek of fright and accidentally tossed your phone onto the table. It buzzed as more "KERMIT" "KERMIT" "KERMIT" was spammed by everyone.

"N-No." You lied.

His eyes narrowed further, "Oh? Then why is your group chat open?"

"Because my friends were spamming me. So I had to reply back or my phone would be a distraction." You lied much more smoothly this time.

"Why not just shut it off?"

"No one in my generation shuts off their phones unless it's absolutely necessary to save power." You scoffed rudley.

"Place your phone onto my desk and then continue on with the lesson." He ordered.

"But...it's my phone so therefore it's my property." You defended holding it close to your chest.

"Or perhaps a trip to see Headmaster Crowley would be more fitting?"

Fuck.

You grit your teeth knowing you would be in hot water if you went to Crowley after that broken chandiler incident. You bit your lip with worry.

"Now or never puppy, make your decision."

You gave him a firm glare before you decided not having your phone for the rest of the class period was better than being sent to the Headmaster's office. The walk to the desk and back felt like a walk of shame. Like you were walking naked in a crowd as others shouted insults at you.

"Power off your phone, pup." Crewel ordered when you arrived.

You held back the insults you so badly wanted to spew at him and turned off your phone before gently placing it on the desk.

"Do not worry puppy, I will make sure it will not be stolen from you."

"Bastard." You hissed under your breath.

You knew he probably heard you but he didn't say anything, thankfully. Although it was a bit childish you didn't work on your lesson and instead sulked well doodling on your note book margins. It wouldn't benefit you and it certainly didn't benefit Crewel, but in some way it was satisfying.

To see him eyeing you as he walked by and find you doodling instead of actually doing work. He didn't say anything, but he did send disapproving glares your way.

Thankfully the class ended rather soon and you raced down to get your phone. Just as you were about to pick it up Crewel snatched it.

"Not quite yet, why would I reward a misbehaving mutt after they didn't finish their work?"

"Because that's unfair!" You snapped.

"Come directly after school if you want to get your phone back. You have to have a lesson with me as well since you spent your class time pouting and whining."

You reached out for your phone to grab it from him but he held it high out of your reach.

"Dammit! Give me back my phone you asshole!"

In an instant Crewel squeezed your jaw in a painful grip.

"It seems we also may need to have a lesson on properly addressing your teachers," He clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You growled and ripped yourself away from him grip.

"Do have a good day now puppy."

You wanted to spit a rather dirty line of insults at him but held back and stormed out before you could get in more trouble, phoneless...

Determinations shined in your eyes as you snuck into Mr. Crewel's empty classroom.

It was the last class of the day and then you would be heading back to your dorms. You were supposed to be at class but you decided to skip it-just for a few minutes during the chaoticness of dodgeball-in order to get your phone.

You were crouched low as you wandered the classroom keeping an eye out for any signs of Mr. Crewel. If you knew the man right he was probably in the teachers lounge being bored out of his mind with Mr. Trein ranting away but you could never be certain.

You ran over to his desk and scanned the top first for any signs of your phone being there.

No, the bastard must've put it in a drawer. You raided his drawers becoming careless the more time passed.

Mr. Crewel could walk out any moment and see you clearly not where your supposed to be, skipping class, and messing up his drawers. Surely he would send you to Crowley if he caught you now.

"What are you doing?" Before you could react a gloved hand roughly grabbed your elbow pulling you to your feet.

You shrieked and turned to see it was the man himself.

Crewel.

"Shit!"

"That's right, you are in deep trouble now you misbehaving pup!" He spat.

You shuddered as his silver eyes blazed with fury.

"Why aren't you at your class?" He spat, his grip on your elbow tightening.

"I wanted to see my favorite teacher early." You said sarcastically giving him a smirk.

"Get back to class immeadiately. I will report this to your final period teacher." Crewel lat last let go of your elbow.

Before you could retort the bell rang signalling the end of the school day.

"I'm here. No I'd like my phone please." You held out your hand and Crewel grit his sharp teeth.

"Pup, you are making it very hard to control my temper. Sit!"

You glared but obeyed and sat down in one of the front row seats.

"Start working on the classwork you missed."

"Seriously?!"

"Dogs do not talk." That was basically Crewel's way of saying shut up and work.

You wanted to spit something back at him but you instead settled for giving him the finger behind his back.

"Oh and pup-if you do want your phone back you have to do actual work. If you pout and glare the entire time you won't get your treat."

Reluctantly, you obeyed and got to work on the potions. You should be top of the class-your tests and quizzes were immaculate-if only you actually did your work.

"Done!" You announced curtley slapping your notebook on his desk.

Crewel looked up from his phone to give you a harsh look before gazing down at it. With a red pen he checked to see if everything was correct leaving little tick marks behind.

"Hmph. It seems you did a rather good job, pup."

"Now can I have my phone back?" You huffed.

He frowned, "You still have yet to learn your lesson."

"My lesson?"

"In respecting your elders."

"Tt, you are certainly elderly." You snickered.

"Your detention has been extended."

"What the hell?!" You shrieked.

"Pup-"

"Just give me back my phone or I'll report you to the Headmaster for abusing your position!"

Crewel laughed and your face flushed with anger.

"And tell him what? You are behaving like a brat-a puppy that nips and bites the hand that feeds-Crowley would instead punish you."

"You jerk!" You screamed with anger, your fists curled tight, "You! you fucking bastard! You're an asshole who fucks animals and then skin them!"

Further harsh words slipped past your lips uncensored and unbridled. Words that should never be thrown as insults towards another being.

Crewel suddenly stood from his chair and all that overconfidence dissolved into nothingness. You took several steps back from his terrifying gaze. Your breathing became heavy and your chest rose and fell with gasping breaths.

"Mr. Crewel...I didn't-I wasn't thinking-" You raised your wrists to protect your chest.

The teacher suddenly snatched your wrist and you shrieked. He leaned close and you blushed seeing his handsome face up close.

"Clearly I have to show my pup how to respect their owner." He said lowly.

Before you could react he pulled you over to his desk and guided you to lay across it so your butt was left up in the air. You quickly realized what position in you were in and tried to struggle.

Crewel grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and pushed you back down.

"Stay!" He ordered.

"This is wrong!" You blurted.

"Would you prefer I send you to Crowley?"

You hissed but knew that if you were to go to the Headmaster you would be expelled. Your skirt did nothing to protect you from the humility of this situation.

"You are done barking, pup?"

"Fuck you."

WHAP!

You shrieked out of surprise more than pain and shot up to stand. Something hard and thin had just slapped your butt. You dared to turn your head and saw Crewel was using his pointer stick to spank you.

"You bastard!"

He shoved you down onto the desk and whipped you again. Your skirt was thin and short and being bent over so low left your upper thighs very vulnerable.

"Enough pup or I will muzzle you!" He grinned and your face blushed.

"No witty comments?"

"You suck at teaching." You snapped.

Crewel whipped you harder and you cried out. He chuckled and gave you three strikes in a row. You dug your nails into the desk and bit down on your tongue.

He swatted again and you felt something deep within you start to warm.

NO!

No, no, no no!

You were NOT getting turned on by being spanked by Mr. Crewel-your teacher!

After a few more painful blows you felt your core start to grow warm and wet.

Fuck! No! You needed to stop this before you could expose yourself. When he lifted his arm you grabbed the back of your skirt and tugged down covering your burning rear.

"Move your hands, now." He ordered.

You looked over and bit your lip shaking your head defiantly. Mr. Crewel sighed and shook his head. He grabbed your wrists but you struggled. He took his pointer stick and slapped the palm of your hands a dozen times.

Tear drops sparkled in your eyes and you couldn't help but wail in pain. The man stopped when he was satisfied when he saw they were bright red-he did not want to injure you.

"Now put your hands back pup." He ordered.

You obeyed and he continued to whip your backside. Your rear was becoming very warm and the spring in your belly was curling tighter and tighter.

Tears started to freely flow down your cheeks at the regret. You shouldn't have been such a brat to him-you were just really upset by Crewel taking your phone away.

Revenge was the only thing on your mind and this is where it got you too.

Being spanked by him with his teaching stick over his desk.

How could you ever look at him the same? See that stick the same knowing it was used to beat your backside.

WHAP!

You whimpered at that one.

"Please...Mr.Crewel. Please stop!" You begged.

"I do not feel you have learned your lesson, pup."

"Please! I've learned!" You felt so dirty begging but you desperately wanted him to stop before he could notice the slick traveling down your thigh.

"Please!"

The next spank was harder than before interlacing with another recent one.

"For fucks sake stop!" You shrieked.

He did indeed stop allowing you a second to breathe. Your lungs were burning trying to hold back sobs.

"I warned you."

He slid his tie between your teeth and tied it behind your hair. You tried to lift your arms up to get it but he grabbed your arms and gave your palms three swats each. You wailed behind the gag and he shoved your hands beside your face again.

"You dare touch your muzzle and I will not hesitate to make your palms bleed. Understood?"

You nodded and he smirked petting your head.

"We are almost done." He reminded.

The next dozens of swats were painful. You were wailing your lungs, tears freely streaming down your face at the beautiful pain. Slick started to drool from your soaked panties down to your inner thighs rubbing together.

He aimed well for your sit spots and curves making sure you understood just how bad of a pup you were. You were going to cum if he didn't stop soon. As hard as you were trying to hold it back you were on the verge.

At last with a sigh he stopped and you heard the stick placed down beside you.

He gently hooked his hands around your upper arms and guided you to stand. Crewel gave you a smirk seeing your flushed tear stained face, drool leaking from the gag.

He undid the tie allowing your lips to be free to speak. A sob escaped your lips and he smiled stroking your cheek.

"Such a well behaved puppy when you are thoroughly punished. Such a good girl," He cooed.

You shuddered under his touch, but you couldn't deny you craved it. Crewel was a very handsome man and you couldn't deny you had a huge crush on him.

He sat down in his chair and guided you to sit on his knee. You whimpered feeling your well tanned rear burn against his hard thigh. Your hot core was no doubt noticable but you couldn't look him in the eyes.

He rested his hand on the back of your neck and guided you to rest your head against his shoulder. You sobbed into his warm fur coat as he pulled you into a hug.

Crewel guided your hands into his and turned them around to examine your palms.

He brought them to his lips and softly kissed the reddened, sore skin. You whimpered feeling his tongue slip out to lick at a certain spot that had a cut.

"My poor puppy," He cooed, "So close to coming undone but I stopped before you could now didn't I?"

You stiffened and he chuckled brushing his thumb to wipe some drool off your chin.

"You don't think that I can't feel the wet spot on my pants?" He chuckled.

You blushed and looked away feeling absolutely embarrassed. He took a hold of your hips and bounced his thigh. Without any control a loud moan escaped your lips.

"Such beautiful noises. I should give you a treat for being such a good pup, shouldn't I?"

You whimpered biting your lip.

"Shouldn't I, puppy?"

You nodded frantically, "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please... Master..."

Crewel grinned and took a hold of your chin causing you to look him in the eye. His silver eyes gleamed with lust and confidence, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a gentle kiss, you could tell he was being soft since he was already so rough with you. His tongue softly slipped in and you allowed him to taste your tongue.

He has this oddly dark chocolate taste. At last he pulled away and licked a tear stain on your cheek.

"Go sit on the desk pup." He whispered in your ear.

You did as he ordered and sat on the edge of the desk. Your head was down and your hands were tucked between your knees.

Crewel smirked and pulled off his leather gloves gently placing them down on the desk.

"Don't be shy, pup." He said kneeling down in front of you.

You blushed as you allowed him to spread open your legs. He pushed up your skirt to reveal your cute panties that were absolutely drenched.

The man chuckled and grabbed onto the sides to slowly pull them down your legs. Your honey pot was deliciously wet and appetizing to Crewel's eyes.

He licked his lips and leaned forward to gently lap at the slick coating your inner thighs.

"M-Master... please..." You moaned.

He grinned and bit on your thigh.

"Yes, my pup?"

"Please don't tease me Master, I desperately need to cum." You whined.

Crewel purred and brought up one of his hands to feel just how slick you were. He inserted two fingers and your pussy eagerly sucked them in. With a smirk he popped them in his mouth and made a display of sucking them with his teeth.

"You taste divine." He purred.

You blushed about to say something when he placed his lips on your clit. A moan slipped from your lips as he seemed an expert with his tongue and lips. His tongue eagerly lapped you your juices well his lips stimulated and sucked.

His hands were gripped tight on your thighs as he ate you out well your hands gripped onto his hair. He moaned against your lips whenever you accidentally tugged. You couldn't stop the moans and whimpers escaping your lips.

"Master...I'm gunna cum...please lemme cum!" You whined.

He smirked, "Such beautiful begging. Cum for me, pup. Let me taste your nectar."

He suckled on your clit.

With a keen of pure pleasure you came, your legs trembling hard. You sobbed as Crewel licked up all you gave extending your orgasm further.

He finally pulled away and reached into his desk pulling out a condom and lube.

"You do this often?" You snarked despite being blissed out.

Crewel chuckled and gave you a soft kiss that only lasted a few seconds. You could taste yourself on his lips.

He released his cock that had been trapped in his pants for oh so long. It was bright red and dripping heavy globs of pre cum. It was just slightly above average and looked just as sexy as the man it was attached to. With a wicked smirk he peeled his jacket off and laid it on the chair.

He grabbed the condom and tore it open before sliding the rubber over his member before lubing himself up.

"Are you ready pup?" He questioned.

You nodded and he slid right in. You moaned feeling your walls spread for him. To help he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he pushed in deeper and deeper.

"Is this your first time darling?" He breathed hotly into your ear.

"No." You whimpered.

"Then I'll have to make sure the previous lovers pale in comparison to me."

He grabbed onto your hips and started thrusting. You wrapped your arms around his neck feeling his thrusts deep inside you. Crewel could feel your core clutching him tight, begging for him.

"You are so desperate aren't you?" He moaned, "Like a bitch in heat?"

"Yes... please..." You moaned.

"So eager, your tail wagging at the thought of my cock deep into your pussy cat?" He nipped at your shoulder leaving hickies and kisses.

"I should put my favorite collar on you... torture you with orgasms until you are tugging on the leash, begging for me to stop." He dirty talked.

You were melting in his grasp. One of his thrusts suddenly hit an area that made you see stars. Crewel moaned as you clenched down tight and sped up his thrusts nailing deep inside you.

You sobbed and clutched at his vest wishing you two were naked. You wanted to feel his soft skin underneath your palms. To feel your nails claw down his back.

The pressure in your belly was growing too high.

"M-Master I'm going to-" You keened feeling his thumb rub your clit.

He pulled away from suckling your collarbone, "Then cum, my little spoiled pup."

With a wail of pure pleasure-thst oddly sounded alot like Crewel's nane-the spring snapped and release washed over you.

Your nerves were on fire and your core was clenching hard on the man's cock that was brutally pounding into you. Your back fell against the desk sobs mixing with your moans feeling him in so deep, extending your bliss.

At last he came and you shuddered feeling his cock twitch violently inside you. Crewel slammed his palms beside you to prevent himself from falling onto you.

He was sweating and panting but he couldn't deny that was one of his top sessions. When he peeled off the condom so much cum had been stored in there. Maybe another time you can give him a blow job and feel that cum rain on your lips and face.

Your honey pot tingled at the thought but was too exhausted to make anything out of it. You wiped your cheeks with your sleeve at least trying to look presentable.

You saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone.

"Here's your phone," Crewel held out the device and you eagerly took it back.

"Thank you Ma-Mr. Crewel." You blushed in embarsment remembering you were the one who gave him the title.

He didn't exactly ask for that specific title.

"You can only call me Master during our...study sessions." He grinned.

"You mean...this isn't a one time thing?" A soft smile came to your lips.

"Hmph. You are lacking stamina and I'll have to see just how good your rebound is...but yes, indeed my dear pup."

You nodded and he leaned down to gently kiss your cheek.

"Go on now, pup. Go have fun."

"What about my...?"

"These?" He held them up and you blushed at the ruined condition they were in.

"These are staying with me."

"What?!"

"And it's rather windy today pup. Do be cautious on your way back." He purred.

You wanted to spew insults but you knew it wasn't worth it. With a sigh you wished your teacher a good day and walked off.

Once you arrived back to the Ramshackle dorm your poor honey pot was once again dripping. The wind blowing past your sensitive skin and the brutal fact that if you weren't careful the boys of the school would have a good look at it.

"That damn Mr. Crewel!"....

#twisted wonderland x reader #twist imagines #twisted wonderland #twist #twist x reader #wishingstar #divus crewel #twst divus #Divus crewel x reader

[shortprince-cos]

Of Pirated Princes

Summary: After he was kidnapped by pirates, Prince Zuko is freed by two Water Tribesmen who don't believe he's the actual Fire Prince.

AO3 Link

(Word Count: 2068)

Chapter One: Of Closets and Chains

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Hakoda didn’t like pirates, but he had to admit that they were rather helpful when it came to finding unique specimens.

The boutique was filled with hundreds of antiques, collectables, and knick-knacks, spanning from the entrance to the counter at the back of the boat. An array of weapons to books to clothing lined the shelves and cases. All of it stolen, but some of it at a decent price.

It wasn’t right, buying from pirates, but sometimes the crew of the Ilatka was low on funds, and they needed an affordable place to buy authentic pieces.

“Chief,” Bato called, only to be holding a stone statue of a monkey with jewels for eyes in front of his face, startling the man slightly.

Hakoda sighed at his companion’s shenanigans. “Must you?”

Bato chuckled and put the statue down. “I must.”

He let out a huff, but didn’t bother to hide the smirk on his lips, knowing it would be fruitless. He and Bato had been joking around like this since they were children, mostly playing pranks on the residents of Wolf Cove, but occasionally pulling a stunt or two on each other. Sure, they had grown since then, but they hadn’t really grown up.

“Please be careful with that,” A voice said. “If you break it, you buy it.”

The owner of the voice was a large man with an unsettling grin on his face. An iguana-parrot was perched on his shoulder, and a hat sat atop his silver-haired head. It was the captain, Hakoda realized.

He nodded at the man. “Understood.”

They went back to browsing without another word, Bato getting lost in the clothing section and Hakoda carefully sifting through the weapons. Some were Water Tribe, though it was hard to tell if it was north or south. Still, the thought of these men ‘acquiring’ them left a bitter taste in his mouth. So much of their culture had been taken by the Fire Nation, and they didn’t need some low-life criminals to steal some too.

“Chief,” Bato called again, and Hakoda just shook his head.

“I don’t care what it is, Bato. I’m not buying it just so you can look pretty.”

“Hakoda,” He said, and the name was stressed this time, like something was wrong.

The chief turned then, making his way over to where Bato was shopping at a slow-but-urgent pace. There was a jewelry case that he was pointing to, and it took Hakoda a second to spot what it was he was referencing.

A small necklace with blue ribbon and a turquoise stone attached to it.

Kya’s necklace

Katara’s necklace.

A million thoughts flooded his mind at once, but only one of them stood out.

How?

He had to figure out how.

Hakoda marched to the counter at the back of the boat, careful not to stomp and make a scene. “Excuse me,” He said, voice cold. “Can I ask where you got that Water Tribe necklace?”

The captain smiled - smirked, even. “Nicked it off of a suspicious character. Why? You interested? I do hear that they make great engagement necklaces up north.”

Hakoda smiled back, eyes hard. “You could say that. What did this suspicious character look like?” There was an answer he didn’t want to hear.

This time, he was positive it was a smirk. “I have a feeling you’re much more interested in him, aren’t you?”

Him.

There was a plethora of things to be taken from that one word, but only one mattered.

It wasn’t Katara.

He nodded, fear starting to seep into his pool of rage.

The iguana-parrot squawked, and the captain gestured behind him. “How about I introduce you?”

<><><>

Zuko was having a very bad week.

Not only had the Avatar kept escaping his clutches, but Uncle had insisted on rerouting them into the nearest port so he could buy a new lotus tile. And for what? A stupid Pai Sho game? Ridiculous.

So of course, while Uncle was off doing that, Zuko had decided to explore the port a bit. What a great decision that was.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on him. Like no matter where he turned, someone was always watching him.

He only realized what was happening two seconds after he was cornered.

Zuko fought, really he did, but there were just so many of them all at once, and they all had different weapons and angles and he just wasn’t fast enough.

It was a group of pirates, he noticed as he started to run out of breath. What did they want with him? He didn’t have time to find out, and he was running out of strength and time and-

He was knocked out eventually, a quick blow to the head made that easy. And when he woke up, he was in a small wooden room, empty except for the chains clamped around his hands and feet.

Was he in a closet?

The question was answered when the captain of the pirates came to check in on him a little while later, and he explained that yes, Zuko was now chained up in a closet on a pirate ship so they could sell him on the black market.

So, yeah. Not the greatest time.

A few days had gone by like that, Zuko caged up while the captain kept coming back to feed him and brag about how much money he was going to make. It felt like eternity. Zuko knew it was only a matter of time before he got out of here - he just didn’t know if it was going to be via escape attempt or because the pirates actually sold him. He didn’t like to think about the latter, so he stuck to the former option.

The door opened again, momentarily blinding him as the light shone in. Three figures walked in, the first being the captain, the other two Zuko didn't recognize, but they were larger than most of the pirates, which wasn't exactly a good sign.

Buyers, Zuko horridly realized. The pirates had found buyers.

The man in back looked at him with horror on his face, but the one in front just stared, emotionless. A pang of fear hit him then, though he tried to fight it off. There was no time to be afraid right now.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, a smirk splitting his face, and dread pooled in the boy’s stomach.

This was really happening. Zuko was kidnapped by pirates and was about to be sold to Agni-knows-who, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Zuko wasn’t usually superstitious, but he sent out a prayer to the spirits, just in case.

<><><>

Fire Nation. That was the only thought that occupied Hakoda’s mind. This boy was obviously Fire Nation, and he somehow had Katara’s necklace.

Terror pierced him like a blade cutting through skin. A raid was the only explanation. How else would a Fire Nation boy get his hands on something so distant, so out of reach? How else would a piece of his home, of his family, end up in Fire Nation clutches?

Hakoda couldn’t breathe. The last raid that took place was the one where they lost Kya. If another happened in the time the tribe was gone-

Sokka was the only one protecting the village, Katara was the last waterbender, and her necklace was here.

What happened to his children?

He felt the wound of fear bleeding out, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it except keep on his calculated face. This pirate couldn’t know the heartbreak that Hakoda had just gone through, not if he wanted answers. He just had to play his cards right, no matter how much he wanted to shuffle his deck.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, and Hakoda tried not to reel.

Prince Zuko? That couldn’t be right. This boy in front of them was just a kid.

His thoughts stopped there. A kid. This boy was just a kid, not a soldier. There’s no way that this- this teenager would’ve been assigned a southern raid.

The pirate had to be bullshitting him. There’s no way this child was Prince Zuko, and there’s no reason he should have this necklace.

“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that you have the Prince Zuko tied up in your lowly pirate boutique, can you?” Hakoda asked, eyebrow raised.

The captain’s smile fell. “You callin’ me a liar?”

A hand on his shoulder. “Tread carefully.” Bato whispered.

He was right. Hakoda couldn't afford to mess this up. Not with so much on the line.

He stood up straighter. “No, I’m just pointing out that it's a bit far-fetched. Is there any way you can prove it?”

The captain huffed, but turned to the boy on the floor, reaching to the cloth tied around his mouth.

The second his lips were free, the boy spat fire. It happened so quickly, the way the room brightened and the way Hakoda could feel the heat of the flame on his arms and face. He’d heard of firebenders breathing fire before, but he’d never gotten the chance to see it in action until now. It seemed like it would be a party trick until he actually saw the way the wood of the ship singed.

The slap happened just as quickly, effectively shutting the boy’s mouth.

The captain gripped the boy’s chin in his hand, drawing Hakoda’s attention to the bruises that littered it; bruises he didn’t notice before because he was so focused on the fact that he was Fire Nation. “You fucking brat!”

The boy flinched, and suddenly Hakoda stopped worrying about if he had hurt his kids and started worrying about this kid being hurt.

The captain was yelling at the kid now, too distracted to notice Hakoda grabbing the club off of his belt. Bato noticed, and backed up to secure the door, knowing there were other pirates aboard this ship. The boy noticed, his good eye widening, and his mouth shut.

One hit was enough to knock the man out.

Hakoda rushed to start unchaining the boy, not missing the way he looked at him in terror and held his breath.

After a minute, the boy was free, and he was eyeing the two men warily, obviously unsure of what was going on.

“Someone’s coming,” Bato warned in a hushed tone.

“Listen to me,” Hakoda started, whispering at the boy. “I know you’re scared, but please just trust us to get you out of here, all right? We’re only trying to help you.”

The boy sucked in a breath. “I’m not scared.”

The door swung open, and a man in a green shirt looked at them with confusion in his eyes.

“Uh-”

The boy shot fire at the man’s feet.

The pirate scrambled out of the way with a shout, leaving just enough room for Hakoda, Bato, and the boy to run past. They quickly made their way back to the store-section of the boat, Hakoda only stopping to break the glass case and grab Kya’s necklace, before bolting out.

Suddenly, about a half dozen men were on their tail, and Hakoda was just starting to realize how much of a bad idea this was.

<><><>

Zuko didn’t know where these men were going, but he did know that he couldn’t fight off all of these pirates by himself, so he just kept following them. Sure, he wasn’t thinking things through, but when did he ever?

Besides, he had bigger, more immediate things to worry about.

By the time they came to a stop, Zuko was on the verge of passing out; hunger, dehydration, and blood loss getting to him more than it should have. He didn’t even know where he was, all he knew was that the world was swaying and the sun was too hot and the voices were just too loud.

His hand went to the cut on his side, one that he’d barely registered he’d gotten as they were running past that pirate in the hall. Of course he was armed, why wouldn’t he be? Zuko was always so, so stupid.

“Well,” One of the men said. “That’s one way to get out of the closet.”

The other laughed, but Zuko didn’t hear since he was already halfway to the ground.

~~~~~

not gonna put much here cause im tired but reblogs are definitely appreciated!!

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[tessatales]

Touch Starved ✨Pietro✨ Part 2

@whatthefsposts asked for a part 2- so here it is! (Apologies for how late it is- life is cruel and gets in the way of writing unfortunately 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

*Your POV*

I can’t believe you’ve managed to drag me out to watch this film again” You groan, dragging your feet as you follow the ticket line with Pietro. The silver speedster laughed, poking you lightly in the arm as he did.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it last time! Anyway, you wanted to get out of the tower” Pietro replied. You shook your head, laughing to yourself as you made it to the front of the line. You’d never admit it, but you’d make up any excuse to spend time with Pietro. Since your cowardly confession a few weeks ago, you’d been playing Wanda’s words in your head on loop.

“You know you’ll have to tell him when he’s awake next time, right?”

And she was right, Wanda usually was. But since then, the words had gotten stuck in your throat whenever you’d tried to broach the subject. So you opted to spend as much time as you could with the speedster, hoping for the moments the words could slip freely from your lips again.

“Excuse me, you’re Quick Silver, right?” A voice said from behind them, making both you and Pietro turn. Behind them stood two ladies roughly your age, with matching pretty brown eyes and blond hair that clearly showed they were sisters.

“That’s me” Pietro replied, giving the pair a lopsided smile. Something in your gut twisted.

“I’ll go get us some popcorn” You mutter as you stalk away, leaving Pietro to his fans as a heavy weight began to form in your stomach.

*Pietro’s POV*

“Have you ever tried to measure your speed? Or has Mr Stark? Oh or Dr Banner?” One of the girls in front of Pietro asked- Laura? Or was that her sisters name? He honestly wasn’t sure. As much as he wanted to answer the questions presented to him, he was to busy trying to spot Y/N in the popcorn line.

Where was she?

“Uh, not really, I tend to melt the electrics of anything they strap to me. I’m really sorry ladies but I’m kind of meant to be on a date-” Pietro said, cutting himself off. A date? Did he think this was a date?

Of course it is, the question is does Y/N think it’s a date?

“Oh we’re so sorry! Thank you for speaking with us!” The girls said, smiling brightly as they walked away. No longer occupied, Pietro went on his way to find Y/N.

********

“There you are!” Pietro said with a sigh, dropping into his cinema seat beside Y/N. When he couldn’t find her in the popcorn, he’d made his way around the cinema and surrounding arcade looking for her, only to find her, popcorn in hand sat in their ticketed seats in the theatre.

“Sorry, I had so much to carry I decided to come sit down and then find you after” Y/N said, her face turned towards the big screen in front of them. Pietro frowned.

“You could of shouted me.” Pietro said, reaching for his soda as he tried to shake the feeling that something was bothering Y/N.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation” Y/N said simply before turning fully to the cinema screen.

*********

There was definitely something wrong with Y/N. Not only had they spent the majority of the film completely silent, but they’d kept up the quite all the way back to the tower too.

“Did something happen while I was gone?” Pietro asked as the pair entered the lift. Y/N shook her head.

“No, why do you ask?” Y/N replied, addressing her question to the lift doors rather than Pietro, causing his gut to twist horribly. She’d not looked at him properly since they’d left the cinema.

“You always talk through movies, we always talk through movies. That why we have to go together or we annoy everyone else.” Pietro said, watching Y/N’s profile as he spoke.

“I think the soda made my stomach hurt. Nothing to worry about” Y/N said as her lips tipped slightly. Lie her lips only tipped like that when she was lying.

The ding of the lift arriving at the top broke Pietro out of his shock. Y/N was actively lying to him. Why?

“Did they ask for your number?” Y/N said suddenly, her back to you as you both wondered through the hall that led to the main living space of the tower.

“Who?” Pietro said, racking his brain for who she could mean. That’s when she finally faced him, her eyes distant as she searched his face.

“The girls at the cinema” Y/N clarified with a shrug, her movements seeming almost mechanical. Something clicked in Pietro’s head.

“Y/N, your not jealous are you?” Pietro asked with confusion. Y/N’s skin paled.

‘I…” Y/N began.

“It’s totally okay if people don’t recognise you yet! You’ll get fans sooner or later” Pietro said with smile, only to feel it drop from his face when he noticed Y/N’s expression. She’d gone from pale to pink, her hands shaking in the fists she’d created at her sides.

“Oh sure! That’s why I’m angry, because I wasn’t recognised!” Y/N seethed, her words reverberating around the empty halls of the tower. Pietro took an involuntary step back.

“Whoa Y/N calm down-”

“Do not tell me to calm down! Damn it Pietro I thought you knew me well enough to know I don’t give two shits about fame!” Y/N said, her voice lower but still full of anger. Pietro was frozen in complete confusion. Before he could get his brain going again, Y/N turned tail and ran.

Pietro stood dumbfounded for a moment, watching Y/N as she ran down the hall to her rooms. For a moment, he let his speed catch up to him, allowing him to see just how slowly her run became if he let his power take over. When he allowed himself to think and feel his power, everything slowed; even the seconds on the clock seemed to stretch for years.

Without a thought, Pietro was in front of Y/N again, catching her body as she slammed into his chest.

“Damn you, your supposed to let me run” Y/N said through gritted teeth, her face shining with tears in the dim hall light. Pietro felt the colour leave his face.

“Why are you crying?” Pietro whispered, stroking the back of his hand lightly against Y/N’s face, wiping away the tears that still spilled from her eyes

“If you can’t put all the pieces together now, I don’t think your ready to know” Y/N said simply, her gaze distant as she stared at him. Pietro frowned, what could she-

Oh

He wasn’t sure if it was the events of tonight that had hit the mark or if his mind was finally working slower than light speed but it clicked.

Are you sure?

The doubt in his mind said, clawing at him to reconsider his conclusion.

“Only one way to find out” Pietro murmured before kissing Y/N.

*Your POV*

You’d assumed that your first kiss with Pietro would be quick, just like he was. Fast and unpredictable and full of force. But you were wrong. Your first kiss with Pietro just felt right.

His lips were soft against yours, every movement you or he made seemed to be in perfect sync. Without realising it, you’d moved your hands to snake their way into his hair, the strands soft between your fingers.

You felt as Pietro pressed you closer to the wall, the contact from his body sending chills through you as you gasped for air between kisses.

When you finally broke apart, you couldn’t feel your legs, your entire body seeming to be supported by Pietro’s body against yours. As you stared into each others eyes you knew that it wasn’t time for words. You simply rested your forehead against Pietro’s and breathed him in; knowing that when the time for words came, you two would be able to define who you were to each other.

But right now?

Right now was reserved for people who just knew that whatever this was; it was right.

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[quinn-borel]

Modern AU first meeting and/or first date :D

He looked at his watch for the fourth time as the elevator took him up to the venue. He cursed under his breath–first his flight ran late, then traffic, then issues with his hotel room…the list went on. Everything that could go wrong did, which made him late for the Leveilleur Foundation charity event. While he was still rather green to the scene, he wanted to make a good impression towards the potential investors and partners he could make connections with to strengthen Ishgardian Holdings’ foothold in the region. He exhaled slowly while fixing the cuff of his suit jacket over his timepiece–ding, the fourteenth floor. As the doors opened, he was greeted by an usher clad in black with a tablet in hand.

“Name, sir?”

“Aymeric Borel of Ishgardian Holdings.”

The usher checked the tablet and gave him a polite nod, “Ah, yes, Mr. Borel, I see you here. We’ve been expecting you. You may proceed.”

With a sigh of relief, Aymeric made his way into the main venue–a grand ballroom filled with guests from all sorts of different businesses, organizations, and even government entities. Tables lined the inner sanctum while the fringes had buffet tables and pop-up drink bars. One could not want at this event, save for some privacy given the occupants. Aymeric was tasked with meeting and schmoozing with three industry leaders that night–Lominsan Maritime LLC, Elemental Trading Co., and the Bank of the Sultanate. Surely their representatives were around and about, though admittedly he was unable to catch their names in his rush to the venue. Though names were meaningless without a face to put them to…

He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, allowing the accompanying music to play in the background and calm him down. It was a lovely melody coming from the main stage–smooth jazz, the piano certainly in the foreground. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt a hand clap itself on his shoulder, which startled him.

“If it isn’t my old friend! How have you been Aymeric!?”

Aymeric glanced to the origin of the hand, amazed to see that none other than Haurchefant Greystone, his old college friend.

“Haurchefant? I didn’t expect you to be here.” Aymeric said with surprise, fixing his blazer from the sudden shift,

“Oh? Really? I though word of my recent promotion would have made its way to the parent company. But that aside, it’s good to see you my friend! It’s been years.”

“Quite.” Aymeric gave him a nod with a warm smile, “Last time I saw you was at graduation. You mean to tell me you’re working for one of our subsidiaries?”

“Why else would I be here?” he asked with a grin, “When I was informed you were being sent on behalf of Ishgardian Holdings I was elated! I didn’t think they’d send the big guns all the way out here.”

“Well, fath–I mean, President Thordan was apprehensive about it. Needless to say, this venture came out of my own pocket and I’m here rather incognito–the others whom I’m looking for probably don’t know I managed a spot on the guest list.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find them in time, friend. And when you do, you’ll have them in the palm of your hand I’m sure. That silver tongue of yours is one to be reckoned with.”

“One can only hope so.”

“By the way,” he Haurchefant glanced over Aymeric’s shoulder, “where’s Varlineau? I thought you two–“

“Oh.” Aymeric felt the heat in his cheeks from embarrassment, “That…didn’t last as long as I had hoped. We went our separate ways about a year ago. Nothing messy, just had different goals.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Haurchefant guided Aymeric over to one of the bars, “How about a drink? Whiskey neat?” he pointed to him expectantly,

“On the rocks.” Aymeric put his hands in his pockets, once again taking in the ambiance. Haurchefant gladly took two drinks from the bartender and handed one to his friend,

“So, what do you think of this place?”

“It’s quite the spectacle.” Aymeric’s gaze scanned the room as he took a sip of his drink, “The music is nice, too.”

“That’s because the pianist is one of the best in the area.” Haurchefant nudged Aymeric slightly, motioning towards the stage. There sat a taller woman with fiery orange locks and tanned skin, elegant as ever as she leaned over the piano, tickling the ivories with a warm smile on her painted lips. She appeared…angelic, in a way. Ethereal, even, with how the lights shined down upon her on the stage. Like a siren’s song, Aymeric couldn’t help but to focus his attention on her.

“She’s, ah-”

“Quite the pretty little thing, is she not?” Haurchefant chuckled, “I met her some time ago at another venue she was performing at. Much smaller, mind you–this is her first big gig.”

“Does she have a name?”

“Miss Quinnelainne Varria.” Haurchefant waved his hands in front of him as if he were showing off a spectacle, “Beautiful name, is it not?”

Aymeric looked off to the side before putting his drink back to his lips. He was always taught not to stare at a woman like that, yet something deep within him wanted to gaze at her. She was absolutely beautiful, as was her name. He could only softly grunt in agreement. Obviously, Haurchefant had his eyes on her anyway. But the young man beside him seemed dejected as he took a sip of his own drink,

“She’s a finicky one, though. I asked her on a date and she called me her ‘brother’. Can you believe that?”

Aymeric smirked, “Sorry you struck out, my friend.”

“You should meet her, though. She’s quite something.”

Aymeric raised his brow with surprise. While she was not necessarily the company he was tasked with meeting with, he couldn’t help but to be a tad curious about this Quinnelainne. Haurchefant always did introduce him to the most fascinating of people in their youth. He checked his watch once more–there was still plenty of time to do his business and have another drink. the party was just getting started.

“Can you introduce me?” Aymeric asked. Haurchefant looked rather surprised, yet the grin on his lips was telling,

“Look at you, you sly devil.”

“What?” Aymeric’s cheeks lit up again, “You say she’s interesting to talk to, so I want to talk to her. That’s all.”

“Right.” Haurchefant scoffed and finished his drink, “Maybe you’ll have better luck than me.”

“I’m not trying to be lucky.” Aymeric warned him, “Just forget about it.”

“I’m only teasing.” Haurchefant abandoned his spot next to Aymeric and approached the stage. Just as the number had finished, he waved the pianist down who had stepped to the side to take a drink of water. After a bit of conversation and her glancing over his shoulder, she gave him a nod and went back to the piano. Haurchefant then returned to his spot and ordered another drink,

“She gets to go on break after a few more songs,” he explained, “she would be more than happy to meet you.”

“Just like that?” Aymeric blinked a few times as he, too, finished his drink, “You didn’t promise her anything, did you?”

“Just a drink and a good conversation.” Haurchefant laughed, “I’m sure you can manage that, right?”

Aymeric gave him a nod as his attention went back towards the stage. He and Haurchefant continued their idle chitchat for the remainder of the two songs, catching up on what had happened since their college graduation. Finally, the siren of the night left the stage with a slight bow and she immediately went up to one of the bars at the other end of the room. Haurchefant nudged Aymeric with his elbow,

“Go get her, friend.” he said with a wink. Aymeric brushed him off, sighed, and approached the woman from the other end of the room. As he approached, he felt a slight lump in his throat–completely abnormal from his normal demeanor when he met someone new. But this wasn’t a business negotiation, nay, this was a face-to-face and intimate conversation between strangers. She had her back to him, her sanguine cocktail dress outlining her frame perfectly and…accentuating her assets, much to Aymeric’s dismay. He felt the heat under his collar the second he was inches from her, actually nervous to say something to her.

No. He had to keep cool. This was Haurchefant’s friend, after all. a Friend. Friend.

“One whisky on the rocks, please.” he requested of the barkeep as he took to her side, his gaze falling to her before he cleared his throat, “Good evening, Miss Varria.”

She took a long sip from her cherry sour before setting it down with an unsettled look in her eyes,

“Oh, Haurchie really did tell you my full name, didn’t he?” she sighed, “I hate it when he does that.”

“Is there another name I can call you by, then?”

Already the conversation got off to a rocky start, but maybe it could be salvaged with a bit of finesse.

“Just ‘Quinn’ is fine.” she explained, “Sorry, I guess I should have properly introduced myself when you came over here. Aymeric, right?”

“Yes.” he relaxed his shoulders a bit as he took his drink, “I apologize for using the wrong name.”

“No, it’s fine.” she smiled at him, “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you. Although brief, Haurchie told me a little bit about you.”

“Is that so?” Aymeric’s gaze flickered to across the room, to which Haurchefant was giving him a thumbs up.

“Yes,” she leaned against the counter in her seat, a long finger curled under her own chin as she examined him, “you’re an old friend of his from his college days. Summa cum laude, now in the top brass of Ishgardian Holdings.”

“…He told you all of that in a short conversation?”

“No,” she winked as she pulled out her phone from her purse, “I just have the internet.”

Aymeric chuckled as he took a seat next to her, “Well, there’s only so much Eorzeapedia can tell about a man, right? And yet, I know very little about you. Will you share?”

She leaned back, impressed with how he took to her researching him, “Very well. I’m just a dropout from music school–took to the streets to hone my craft. Played a bit at a shopping mall before my talent was recognized by Scions Inc., a talent agency. They got me gigs at small cocktail lounges before two of the Leveilleurs entered our ranks. They had their connections and, well, here I am.”

“I didn’t realize you were acquainted with the Leveilleurs.” Aymeric sipped his drink, “That’s quite impressive.”

“I can’t say I’m used to this sort of thing.” she sighed, “There’s just something about drunks at a cocktail lounge that make a better audience than one of these upscale events, you know? But, I can say: it has it’s perks. I get to rub elbows with some of the best tippers in the region. Seriously, the big guns in the business love their music.”

“You have other connections?” Aymeric asked quizzically.

“I do,” she explained, “I can tell you exactly who, too.”

She turned in her seat, motioning him to follow her gaze. There she pointed out four individuals who were conversing at one of the far tables,

��So, you have Merlwyb of Lominsan Maritime in the black suit. Kan-e-Senna of Elemental Trading in the white dress. Miss Namo is the shorter girl in the pink dress, that’s the owner of the Bank of the Sultanate. And finally, the big guy is Raubahn of the newly reformed Ala-Mhigan Freight company–they just recovered from an old buyout.”

Aymeric blinked a few times in amazement, “How do you know these people?”

“They’ve hired me at their own private events.” Quinn mused over her drink, “I take it you’d like to meet them yourself, Mr. Borel?”

“Please, just ‘Aymeric’.” he turned his attention back to her, “Anyway, you’ve quite the history with your craft. That’s very impressive.”

“Thank you, not a lot of people really recognize that.” Quinn took the garnish from her drink out, “So, tell me more about yourself.”

“Me?” he mused, “To tell you the truth, you’ve pinpointed most of my achievements already.”

“Yeah, but I wanna know the real you.” she said with a wink, the whole cherry disappearing inside of her mouth. Aymeric exhaled slowly as he tried to think,

“Well, I’m thirty-two years old, I have a pet cat, and my hobbies include cooking, writing, and a bit of dancing here and there. I try to keep things modest when I’m not at my desk.”

She smiled and gave him a nod, her gaze still oddly studying him. Aymeric took another sip before he turned the conversation back to her,

“…’Varria’, right? That’s Hannish, if I’m not mistaken?”

“You’re right.” she replied, “Very worldly of you.”

“I’ve visited that area a few times. Beautiful place, truly.”

“Thank you for not hitting me with a ‘almost as beautiful as the women who came from there’ bullshit.” Quinn laughed.

“Please,” Aymeric also laughed, “if I’m going to flirt with someone I won’t go for such low-hanging fruit.”

“Then, how would you flirt with me?” Quinn leaned in slightly closer to him with a devious smirk on her features. Aymeric could still see her making work of the cherry garnish in her mouth. He sat his drink down next to hers and leaned closer,

“I would first start with a compliment,” he muttered, “I’m more of a gentleman that way. Maybe something about your voice, or your eyes. Nothing too daring, mind you. Something a bit more subtle, I would say.

“I see.” Quinn snickered and pulled back, “Well, the clock is unfavorable for us this evening, sad to say.”

From her purse the pulled out a pen and a small business card, to which she scratched something on the back of it in bright, pink ink. Quinn slid the card face-up towards Aymeric before getting up from her seat,

“What’s this?”

“Give me a call if you need company entertainment–my agent’s number is on the front.” she then leaned in closer once more, taking the cherry stem from her mouth and placing it in his empty glass, “…on the back is if you’d rather have have a more intimate encounter.”

With a wink and a gentle pat on his cheek, Quinn went back to the stage. With flushed features, Aymeric looked down at the card and noticed she had given him her personal cell phone number with ‘Text me <3 ‘ written underneath it. He quickly placed the card in his wallet before he noticed the cherry stem in his glass, knotted right in the middle.

#Quinnmeric #Wolmeric #modern AU #ffxiv #fanfiction #long post #Quinn Varria #Aymeric de borel #Haurchefant is there too! #Quinn's full name is there too #if there's popular demand I will write more for this AU #yeah I mentioned Estinien in there too

[pseudopeachy]

Ran Haitani x gn!Reader: I won’t say I’m in love

Genre: Fluff

Character: Ran Haitani, Tenjiku timeline

Warnings: Violence, curse words, a bit of misogyny if you squint

a/n: I think Ran fits perfectly in the best friends to lovers trope. I had a looot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Please consider reblogging as well 🖤

Ran thinks you’re perfect. The universe took its precious time in making sure that you’d be one of the ethereal individuals to ever grace the Earth, it gave you the brains every genius would be envious of and gave incomparable beauty after being bestowed Aphrodite's blessing.

But Ran also wants to strangle the lights out of you because you’re dumb as fuck.

He can look past your questionable fashion sense and sheer audacity to fall asleep when he wants to ramble about what happened during one of their fights, but he can’t overlook your taste in your partner.

He shouldn’t one to talk as his preferences were something along the lines of good and pretty enough for a fuck or two. But you? Oh, sweet ol’ you whose face is buried between pages of books and sighing when the love interest does something that piqued your interest?

You, who wants to experience dancing in the rain with your lover or slow dances at two in the morning while making pancakes?

Ran thinks you’re adorably stupid to want such surreal things. Settle for bondage like the rest of humans, for fuck’s sake.

“Why must you always be an asshole, hm?” Your voice, dripping with utter annoyance, brought him back to reality. You’d always get in such a sour mood whenever he turns down a confession or two.

He doesn’t care for the poor soul, or souls on some days, who was pouring their heart out in front of him; not when he’s thinking of dragging you and Rindou to another café somewhere after the person was done rambling.

You’ve been with him through ups and downs. Hell, you frequently visited him and Rindou more than their parents when they went to juvie. You always arrive after a call or two, not once questioning why they were so enamored with the gang life and instead pressed a bit harder on their bruises and wounds when you’d clean them up after a fight while nagging their ears off.

Why on Earth was he going to trade you out for someone mediocre? Are you that stupid?

“So, you’re saying that you’re in love with (y/n) and you want to date them instead. Is that it?”

Ran almost spat out the alcohol he’d been sipping upon hearing Izana’s question. He looked at their leader as if the silver-haired man grew three heads. His lilac eyes scanned the room in hopes to find someone who’d think otherwise, only to find every Tenjiku executive awaiting his answer.

He immediately regrets bringing up the topic of you and his relationship status after their meeting.

“No! Oh my God, where did you guys get the impression that I’d date (y/n)?”

Izana and Kakucho exchanged glances while Rindou sighed defeatedly. Everybody knows Ran Haitani is an intelligent man, a feared gangster who actually knows how to strategize fights.

But he was very dense when it came to you.

“So you’re telling us that you don’t love (y/n) more than a friend even though the first person you’d think of dragging around is them and not Rindou or anyone else?” Mochi slurred out the words as if the older Haitani can’t understand Japanese.

“Absolutely.”

“Even when they’d cook you and Rindou bentos for lunch? Not when you don’t want anyone to clean up your wounds but them?”

“I don’t trust anyone but (y/n) with those things. They also know what I like so.”

Hanma then reasoned, “So it’s ok for (y/n) to start dating others, then?”

The dramatic gasp from Ran gave hope to the members. “What kind of an idiotic question is that?! Do you want them to get their feelings played with?!”

“You are fucking hopeless, Haitani.” Was all they heard from Muto as he and Sanzu walked out of the room, clearly tired from hearing Ran’s bullshit.

“You don’t get me, you assholes. Do you know what kind of person (y/n) likes? That little shit wants to date someone they can make things with at ungodly hours in the morning, or get cozy somewhere with a book or a movie! They have unrealistic standards, they could get hurt out there!”

The room stilled, on the verge of giving up on the frustrated heavenly king.

“You’re in love with (y/n), you stupid fuck. You’re just in denial because they’re your best friend.” Kakucho sighed as he massaged his temple.

Ran only groaned in response, clearly done with them.

They don’t understand him; it was normal for the both of you to go on café dates and have skincare nights as you dish out gossip. It was normal for him to think that no person deserves you because you were truly a cinnamon roll that’s too pure for this world.

He’s always had your best interest at heart because he’s your best friend. He’s been with you ever since, you both don’t need anyone to change that.

All hell broke loose when you introduced Ran to your suitor, though.

His ears kept ringing while you were rambling about god-knows-what, your eyes shining bright whenever you’d look at the other guy.

And the guy in question, Hiro was what you called the creature, was smiling at you as if you were the best thing he ever laid eyes on.

That was true, but Ran wasn’t adamant about sharing you with some sad excuse of a person.

“Does he even know what type of books you are reading? Does he even know how to read?” He earns a well-deserved smack from you after that, although still whining like a child about your suitor.

“Try to get along with him, please? I don’t want you to think I’m replacing you just because he wants to be with me.” The older Haitani was still salty with the whole thing, but he can’t say no whenever you’d pull out your puppy dog eyes at him.

But getting along with Hiro, or the little shit as he’d call the guy, was becoming a real challenge as the newcomer was replacing him in your life.

You want brownies in the morning? Hiro’s got a fresh plate delivered to you.

You say you want Ramen after class? Dear Hiro’s there to save the day.

There’s some tea you need to spill? Hiro’s already on your couch, all ears.

“I am going to stick my baton right up his ass, he’s going to feel it in the afterlife.” Ran said when he and the rest of Tenjiku saw the both of you walking to your home, hand-in-hand.

“Are you saying you’re jealous of one measly guy?” Shion snorted, only to meet cold lilac eyes that dared him to speak up again.

Ran? Jealous? That’s bullshit.

“Why not be happy for them instead? Aren’t you glad (y/n) finally has someone who loves them?” Kakucho muttered, his eyes fixated on the braided man whose jaws only tightened at his remark.

You are happy and loved, Ran thought. You have him and Rindou and your less important friends to prove that.

But what the fuck did Hiro have that he doesn’t? What were you even seeing in him? It’s only been three weeks at most and yet you practically forgot that the Ran Haitani, your best friend, exists.

Instead of taking Kakucho’s advice, Ran was keen on making sure that Hiro knows his place; that he wasn’t going to amount to anything in your life as the lilac-eyed man does.

Did you want to buy a newly released book? Ran’s got you covered.

Do you want to take a night stroll because you can’t sleep? This particular ruler of Roppongi’s got you.

You want to experiment with hairstyles, you say? Well, there’s a dashing, young man with luscious locks waiting for you.

“Just admit that you love them, for fuck’s sake!” Kokonoi screeched, clearly annoyed with his colleague who was currently contemplating whether or not should he just kick your suitor and call it a day.

It was one of those times that Ran and the rest of Tenjiku would see you strolling the city with your admirer. You were enjoying his company, and the gang thinks the both of you are cute as fuck.

But those weren’t important to a particular man who wanted to punch the daylights out of said escort who had been hogging your attention and affection. It hurt Ran’s ego to lose to some poor excuse of a man.

He grumbled as he saw Hiro twirl you around, giggling like children as you stopped in front of your favorite café-

He was going to fucking kill the both of you. You practically betrayed him when you entered the cute shop with some random dude. That should’ve been him!

That should’ve been him you’re trying new cakes with. That should’ve been him you’re leaning on to as you wait in line That should’ve been him you’re annoying when you wanted to taste his order.

Ran was losing you, and as much as he wanted to be in denial about it, you were clearly in love with that guy.

He had been sulking when you didn’t message him for three days, pouring out his frustrations during gang fights. Rindou tried to console his brother but the former would just brush him off and would just go straight to his room.

He couldn’t even hook up with someone just to vent out his frustrations! For some fucked up reason he couldn’t understand, he was seeking you. He didn’t want anyone but you.

He wanted to listen to your rant and gossip as he drifted off to sleep. He wanted you to cuddle up next to him until you decided that it was time to mix pancake batter and whip up some fluffy pancakes before the sun was up.

He didn’t know what kind of devil possessed him to want you so much. You were the first thing he’d think about in the morning and his last memory as he drifted off in the night.

Ran just missed having you around.

The man almost cried when you finally called him on a Friday night. He was about to talk your ears off when he heard you sniffling at the other line.

“Ran, can I come over please?”

It broke Ran’s heart to see your puffy eyes when he opened the front door. There weren’t any words spoken as he caressed your hair and calmed you down. Your grip on him was desperate, like a child whose mother said no.

“H-He said that it irked him that I have a lot of guy friends,” You whimpered, “He was pissed when I asked him to get along with you and Rindou, saying that we weren’t safe if you guys were around.”

He was right. The bastard was no good for you.

“We fought when I defended you both. He wouldn’t believe me when I said that you were nice and we’d been friends since we were kids.” You then started crying into Ran’s chest.

“I slapped him when he said that I must have been fucking a lot of gang members for me to defend you guys like that. He called me names and decided I wasn’t worth shit and left me all by myself in the middle of the night.”

And you cried in his arms, too heartbroken to do anything but whimper as he tried his best to calm you down. It took a bit of time, but he made sure to cover you in the fluffiest of blankets before knocking at Rindou’s door.

“Keep an eye on (y/n) for a bit. I just need to have a little talk with a certain piece of shit.”

And did it feel so good to finally beat the stupid fuck into a pulp when the older Haitani saw Hiro lounging in a convenience store near your house, courtesy of one henchman. He was giddy as he dragged the man beside an alleyway before proceeding to pound some sense into the other person.

“You motherfucker,” Ran muttered, “(y/n) trusted you so much that they were going to pick you over me.”

Metal on skin resonated in the air as the older Haitani continued, “(y/n) deserves the whole universe and yet you couldn’t give ‘em the love they deserve?! They’re an angel. Angels are supposed to be cherished and treated like gods themselves yet you made mine cry.”

Ran then called up a few of their minions once he had his fun. After getting your favorite snacks at the convenience store, he jogged his way back to the apartment.

It both warmed and broke his heart to have you greet him by the door as you clung to him in dear life. He tossed Rindou an energy drink before waddling with you to his room.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Of course you do, sweetheart.”

“Gonna sell off to the Yakuza and have him thrown in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.”

“Sounds like a plan, love.”

And as the world slept and you finally drifted off to dreamland, Ran found himself looking at you from his side of the bed.

He loved the way your hand fits perfectly in his. He loved the way you melt into him whenever either person would offer a tight embrace. And he absolutely loved the way he’d do anything for you.

He’d give you every star and moon in the cosmos if it meant he’ll never see you cry again. Especially if your tears were for some unworthy motherfucker.

You were the definition of perfect. You deserve nothing less of it.

That night, Ran found himself accepting the fact that he can’t live without you. He’d rather not love at all too if it meant you’d disappear in his life.

He was more than willing to lose some hours of sleep to whip something up in the kitchen whenever you’d feel like it. He was more than willing to fight any demon that may invade your head from time to time. He was willing to lay his life down for you if it mean that you weren’t going to leave him.

Ran would do anything to see you smile and make sure that your most vulnerable state was for him and him alone. He’d do anything to have you cradle him to sleep every night.

Was this love?

Was love defined as sacrificing yourself for the one you love? Or to put them before yourself? Or to want them to silence your demons and vice versa? Or to make sure their smile never falters?

If this was indeed love, then Ran wouldn’t say he’s in love.

Not until you admit that you loved him first, that is.

-🖤-

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #ran haitani #haitani ran #haitani brothers #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tenjiku #tenjiku ran

[of-wildflowers-and-stars]

Would you write a part 2 for snippet #6? It could be from the villain's pov, as to explain how they disappeared, if you wanted and feel it's right for your story. Your writing brings light into my life, so thanks a million!

#6 part 2

part 1

Moonlight pooled below the windows, seeping into the floorboards and illuminating the unlit silver sconces lining the doorways. The dormitories had always been most beautiful at night, Villain thought distantly.

They’d been pacing the shadows of the hall for nearly an hour waiting for Hero to return. They’d intended to question them ruthlessly about their nightly outings. Hero wasn't quiet. Every floorboard creaked, door hinges whined, and Villain swore the very air itself made a noise wherever Hero went. Every night since their meeting at the library, Villain had had to listen to Hero’s noise echo through the silent halls. They were tired of being woken by their upstairs neighbor.

Their impatience reaching a climax, they turned back to their room. Perhaps they could get some sleep while Hero was out. 

It was colder in their room than they remembered. They flopped immediately under the covers of their bed. The wind rustled the papers on their desk. Villain sighed, taking in a deep breath of cold night air as the breeze played with their hair.

Their eyes shot open. They hadn't left the window open.

A pen knife met their temple as a shadow leaned over them.

“Where is it?” they hissed. The shadow shifted into the moonlight. Hero had a mask on the top half of their face, their wild eyes bright through the crudely cut holes.

“I’ve no idea what you're talking about,” Villain jerked away, falling off the bed. Hero was on top of them before they could stand, pinning them to the ground with their weight and the pen knife at their neck.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Hero spat, still in a whisper. Villain watched them frantically glance around the room, their wide eyes always returning to the walls.

“Hero,” Villain spoke at normal volume, making Hero jump, "you must be more specific than that.”

“The book villain” Hero matched Villain’s volume, as they’d hoped, "Where is the book?”

“Well, as you know Hero, I am quite the literate. There was a fantastic read on the theoretical usages of lichen if you would like a recommendation.”

Hero cried out in frustration, releasing Villain’ arms to grasp the head and sitting back on their heels. Villain felt a hot trickle on their neck from where Hero pulled away too quickly.

So much for a clean game.

“You–you have no idea–no idea–what you've done,” Hero gasped.

Villain bucked, throwing Hero off them. They kicked the knife under their bed and pressed a boot into Hero's chest.

“On the contrary, dear Hero, I believe that's all I have.” In reality, Villain wasn’t sure why Hero thought the book was so important. They’d lifted it from Hero’s bag after they'd overheard Hero whispering about it. Since then, they’d read through it multiple times and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was a standard, albeit ancient, spellbook, the margins crawling with generations of notes.

“Did you read it?” Hero gasped urgently,”Did you open it?”

Something made Villain uneasy. They eased their boot’s pressure on Hero’s chest. “Yes.”

Hero’s eyes rolled back and they shuddered.

“Hero what–”

“Who was the author Villain?” Hero asked, the wild look in their eyes returning. They looked like they’d gone mad.

Villain pondered the question, picturing the title page in their head. It was different from the normal author of basic spellbooks, but Villain hadn’t thought much of it. It was rare but it sometimes happened that the library stocked older publications. Still, something snagged in their mind. They’d seen that name before in another book. An ancient tome depicting the most powerful characters of history.

Seeing the dawning realization on Villain’s face, Hero gripped Villain’s ankle. “Who, Villain?”

#oops this was longer than i meant it to be #aww all your guys' asks bring light to my life #creative writing #writing snippet #hero #hero villain writing #hero x villain #hero/villain #villain #heroes and villains #fantasy writing #hero villain snippet #dark academia #dark academia writing

[playertwotails]

So to start this off I'm just gonna state that I love Silver and he is actually one of my favorite characters that I wish they'd use him more and explore his character a bit more.

But with Silver and his time travel shenanigans shouldn't he technically not exist any more or at least the first Silver Sonic met should no longer exist.

This gonna be a long one so under the cut it all goes. Also spoilers for games and the IDW series.

Okay side note real quick before going into all this, I'm just gonna say I did not play Sonic 06 where Silver was first introduced (only knowledge of it comes from watching the entire Game Grumps play through years ago), also I have bad memory and I'm not in the mood right this minute to go into a search dive on his lore. So if I'm wrong about stuff that's why and please let me know if I'm off about something (and please be nice about it).

That being said, if Silver same from a bad end future scenario to the past to fix that shit shouldn't he have ceased to exist once it was fixed?

Cause theoretically if he's from the far off bad future then everything and everyone that went into making him pop into existence should no longer exist in the same way from before he fixed it all.

Heck in the IDW comics he returns back from the bad future in which the metal virus has literally killed all organic life on the planet so he sure as shit shouldn't exist anymore to even come back and warn them.

Also if he keeps coming back from the future every time something in the past changes that makes the future bad. Does that mean Silver is just constantly sitting around in the good future then suddenly everything around him turns bad but he's the only one to realize it? (imagine just sitting there enjoying a nice lunch and suddenly bam worlds bad. Poor Silver he just found a nice new cafe after the last fix now that might not exist anymore once he fixes it again lol)

Here's what I think tho. Silver does actually technically not exist anymore due to him changing the future so many times. But he now exists in a liminal space where he doesn't technically exist in any time line but due to the nature of what allows him to time travel he doesn't cease to exist.

He basically exists now like two steps to the left of everyone else around him.

In the IDW comic too he's seemingly started to just live in the past with the rest of the gang for a while. Going to far as to have his own garden too.

I think it's because of all his time travel bandaid fixes he does not have a home or place in the future anymore to really return to. He's gone through such great lengths to make sure everyone else can have a bright future he essentially has now barred himself from being able to have the same.

He still returns to the future but I think it's more to keep an eye on things to make sure it all stays peaceful rather than having anyone or anything to return to.

Let me know what ya'll think.

#silver the hedgehog #sonic idw spoilers #he has friends but the only constant ones all live in the past #i need more stories with silver and his whole deal

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Prince Rielle (mentioned in Octavinelle chapter) was in Azul's + Tweels elementary class. And since he's a 'prince' he's probably from RSA, which is seen to interact with NRC quite a bit. I wonder if Rielle has ever went to Monstro Lounge and interacted with Azul and the Tweels. Imagine how that would go 🤭

Mmmm, I’m not sure how it would go? (Well, other than the Octatrio maybe being mildly annoyed by Rielle while trying to maintain a veneer of politeness.)

Unlike Neige, the Dwarves, and Chenya, we don’t have any confirmation on what kind of a person Rielle is. I’m sure we can make some assumptions based on his Disney inspiration and what the general RSA populace is like, but I don’t think we can really make such generalizations when even NRC has students that act different than the rest of their peers (for example, Kalim and Silver).

zndhisbsjsns I don’t think Rielle could just. Casually walk onto NRC campus like that???? Chenya had to go around NRC while invisible because when he was spotted by NRC mobs, they were so enraged to see a RSA boy in their vicinity that they proceeded to chase him away. I’d imagine that the same would apply for other RSA students outside of circumstances like VDC/SDC in which their two schools agree beforehand to collaborate or plan to hold joint events.

Mmm, come to think of it 😅 I find it interesting how we usually assume that certain characters go to NRC and RSA? I understand that it’s easy to draw those conclusions since they’re the two magic schools we know of by name, but Vargas has stated that he went to a school that isn’t NRC or RSA so it’s clear that other institutions exist 🤔

It’s also interesting that people usually think of Disney heroes as those who attend RSA and Disney villains as those who attend NRC, because we, the players, understand those divides via the Disney properties the characters are inspired by… but like???? What are the IN-UNIVERSE (of the game) reasons for the characters attending their respective schools????? We assume that “royals” go to RSA because of the school name and because of how the school is described to us, but NRC definitely has characters of royal descent too (Leona, Malleus, etc.). RSA also seems to have students that aren’t depicted to be royals (Neige, Chenya, the Dwarves, etc.).

It doesn’t make sense for schools to divide students by the nature of their character either, since NRC has “good” people attending it (Kalim technically got in via a bribe, but what about Silver??? You can also argue that each and every one of the boys IS morally grey, so there IS no defined line between good and evil). Not only that, but it’s just weird for the schools themselves to accept/reject students based on if they believe the kid is “good” or not, because ALL schools technically want “good” kids with potential—the whole point of a school is to prepare its students for careers, so why would there be one school that purposefully takes on “bad” kids???? The NRC staff definitely don’t see their students as monsters or anything, just as normal misbehaving teenagers that need guidance to become responsible young adults (and this thinking is probably no different over st RSA).

We have the tendency to categorize and think of things as “good” and “bad”, “hero” and “villain”, “RSA” and “NRC”. It helps our brains understand things better—but isn’t it cool that the line between those categories is so blurred within the world of Twisted Wonderland itself???? It really helps play into its overarching themes that no one is solely defined by a single trait or label, there’s always more to them beyond the surface 😌

Maybe I’m actually going nowhere with this and I’m just spitballing ideas and speculating 💦 but hey, it’s fascinating food for thought, isn’t it?

#Azul Ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Octavinelle #Tweels #Rielle #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Ashton Vargas #Chenya #Neige Leblanche #Seven Dwarves #Che’nya #I’m just rambling #some food for thought though!! #Kalim Al-Asim #Silver #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst en #twisted wonderland en

[sheerfreesia007]

Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 28.5

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 28.5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 1,296

Warnings: Injury

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @everstarry

“Due to the severity of your injury. At best it’s going to be another couple of months for it to heal fully.” the doctor said with a slight frown. “Your x-ray showed that it was a clean break in exactly the same spot as the previous break. So there’s the silver lining but it’s gonna be in a cast for awhile and then a boot again.” the doctor advised and Bunny frowned as she nodded her head.

“Do you think I'll be able to use my old boot from before?” she asked the doctor curiously and he nodded his head.

“Yeah I don’t see why not. It’s fitted to your foot and ankle. We might just have to do some adjusting to it.” the doctor explained and Bunny nodded her head at his words.

“Thanks Doc, I appreciate it.” Bunny said as she lifted her newly casted foot with a grimace. The doctor chuckled and stood from his spot in front of Bunny.

“Not a problem. I’ll give Agent Whiskey your prescriptions so that he can get them filled. If you have any discomfort please don’t hesitate to call me. I’m always available.” the doctor said as he handed Bunny his business card. Bunny nodded her head in acknowledgement before slipping the card into her pocket.

Jack watched the whole interaction play out as he stood to the side of the couch eagerly watching to make sure everything went smoothly. The doctor turned to him and Jack began to walk him and his nurse out of his office.

“So I can send the prescriptions to the pharmacy of your choice without a problem and I’ll send you all the details for all of it.” The doctor said as Jack nodded along to his words while guiding him out of the office.

“Thanks Doc, I appreciate it.” Jack responds and the Doctor nods his head before leaving the office. Jack shut the office door and locked it before turning back to Bunny who was staring morosely at her newly casted foot. Jack came to sit next her on the couch and she looked over at him with a soft strained smile on her face. She was still bruised and battered which caused Jack to cringe slightly in guilt that he had caused her injuries. He sighs softly at his hand gently grazing the side of her face that’s swollen from the brutal beating she took in lieu of Esme being harmed. 

“I am truly so sorry that you were hurt because of me.” he lamented softly and Bunny shook her head gently at his words.

“I’d take all the beatings if it meant Esme was never hurt like that.” she said softly and Jack felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He sucked in a harsh breath and felt tears begin to course down his face at the realization that this woman would step in front of a bullet for his little girl. Bunny turned to Jack and cupped his face gently in her scratched and marred hands, tipping his face up to hers as he cried silently. “I’d do the same for you too.” she told him solemnly and Jack sobbed openly to her as she cooed at him softly.

“I never meant for you to get hurt. I swore after Maria that I’d never let that happen to anyone else and here you are beaten up all because you got too close to me.” He cried out to her as the tears continued to fall from his eyes.

“Jack, that's a hazard of your job. And it’s one I’m okay with. As long as I get to be with you and Esme I’m alright with everything else. You and Esme are what matter, nothing else. I’m alright with being cautious if it means you two are in my life.” Bunny said resolutely and Jack felt his turmoil that raged inside him begin to subside. It was as if he was a ship on stormy seas that managed to sail onto smooth waters. He stared at Bunny amazed that she was able to calm him down so effectively. Jack lunged forward and cupped her face in his palms before pressing his lips to hers hungrily, Bunny squeaked in surprise and gripped onto his shoulders to steady herself while Jack leaned her back on the couch.

“I love you. I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe. I want you for the rest of my life.” he confessed to her and Bunny smiled dreamily up at him. Jack then glided his hands down to her jaw and tilted her head to the side so that he could deepen the kiss when he met her eager lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it and I was such a fool for keeping things from you.” he whispered to her as Bunny hummed and whimpered to him as his lips stole her breath. His lips slanted against hers in a dance that the two were familiar with. Jack felt Bunny’s fingers grip tightly onto his shoulders as she sighed into the kiss. Just as Jack was going to lay his body on top of hers on the couch he heard the tapping at his office door.

“Dad!? Is Bunny with you?!” Esme called through the door and Jack sighed deeply at the interruption.

“Cock blocked by my own daughter.” he groaned lowly and Bunny burst out into laughter which caused Esme to begin knocking in earnest.

“Don’t blame her, you horn dog.” Bunny teased him and Jack smirked at her just as he pressed a quick kiss to her lips before he got off the couch and walked to the door. Bunny sat up on the couch as Jack unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Esme waiting impatiently for him. She hurriedly rushed into the room and plopped down on the couch next to Bunny where she began to fuss over the woman. Jack rolled his eyes good naturedly while a smile graced his lips gently as he watched his little girl continuously ask Bunny if she was alright and if she needed anything.

He walked slowly back over to the couch and took his spot on the opposite end of the couch from Bunny. Esme’s soft fussing and Bunny’s soft reassurances filled his ears making him grow drowsy as he relaxed on the couch. He soon fell into a deep slumber as the two most important women in his life chatted and talked together.

“Geeze, he could fall asleep anywhere.” Esme scoffed out as her and Bunny turned at the sound of Jack’s soft snoring. Bunny laughed softly as turned from gazing at Jack to look at Esme fondly.

“Well he did just save us from the mob.” Bunny told her teasingly.

“That’s his job though.” Esme countered and Bunny sat there shocked for a moment. Esme was right in both senses, it was his career as a spy and now it was also his job as her fiance and father to Esme.

“You’re absolutely right. Doesn’t mean he can’t be tired from it.” Bunny said kindly and Esme sat there for a moment before nodding her head.

“Can we start planning your wedding now?” Esme asked hopefully and Bunny chuckled softly before wrapping the little girl in her arms and leaning back on the couch with her.

“Let’s take a nap first and then we’ll start planning. We can even do a wedding scrapbook for all our ideas.” Bunny compromised with her as Esme let out a big yawn and snuggled into Bunny’s arms. Bunny smiled softly and shifted on the couch getting comfortable as she held Esme in her arms as sleep descended over all of them.

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This is from Are You With Me?   Rated Mature.  Buddie. 27k words

I wrote this almost two years ago. This is set post Eddie Begins and before S4. It’s an exploration of Eddie’s emotional journey after the tunnel collapse while he’s begins a relationship with Buck. It deals with topics of PTSD, therapy, and recovery.

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Sex with Eddie was fast and exhilarating—like a short-fuse of a firecracker. While Buck enjoyed the passion, he surprised himself by wanting to go a little slower. He was into exploring, knowing exactly what spot made Eddie shake, what area made his eyes roll back into his head, where he could lick, suck and nibble to elicit the most intense reaction.

After a partially grueling call, Buck set out to do just that: map out Eddie’s body. Buck began moving around to suck on a particularly rough spot near Eddie’s clavicle when something about it registered oddly with his brain.

Pulling back, Buck stared at the mark. “Whoa, is that a GSW?”

Buck knew what a gunshot wound did to the body and what type of scar it left behind. He traced the fine lines of a surgical scar, fingers rubbing the puckered skin left from an entrance wound.

Eddie craned his head and watched him trace patterns with a guarded expression. “It’s from my last mission.”

Buck’s eyes widened. The mission. “I can’t believe you were shot. I mean, I knew you got the Silver Star, but I…I didn’t connect the dots that it meant you were wounded.” Buck sat back, scanning Eddie’s body with a more critical eye. “Were you hurt anywhere else?”

“I have two more to go with it. One to the wrist and one to the leg.” Eddie sat up straighter against the wall. “The latter cracked my femur. I spent some time in Germany recovering before being shipped home.”

Shipped home. Like a package.

After sharing showers and locker rooms, now his bed, how in the hell did Buck miss these? His brain started triaging the injuries in his head and it scared the hell out of him.

Buck looked at Eddie with renewed affection. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

“You didn’t shoot me, Buck.”

Eddie’s response, the dry pragmatic tone, didn’t sit well with him. “But still. It must have been traumatic. I mean….”

“It happened. I got better. End of story.” Eddie started looking around the room. “Have you seen my phone?”

“What? Your phone. Um, yeah. Why?”

Eddie got out of bed and started putting on his sweatpants. “You hungry? I was thinking of ordering a pizza.”

Buck was still trying to process the switch in subjects while Eddie grabbed his cell from the nightstand.

“Sausage and pepperoni all right with you?” Eddie asked.

“Um. Sure.”

When Eddie was done ordering, he crawled back into bed and started running his fingers along Buck’s thigh. “We’ve got time before the food arrives.”

Buck never got a chance to ask more about Eddie’s injuries after having his mind blown in an amazing, drawn-out display of skill.

An hour later, the pizza arrived.

After they were done eating and Eddie went home, Buck started goggling things like El Paso and vet awarded the Silver Star in search for more answers.

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