#also now that this is out of the way i am back to sketch requests!!!

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

glennfuckers come get y’all juice

@sexiestpodcastcharacter here’s some free propaganda for ya

#i can’t tell if i’m happy with this or not but i also can’t decide what/how to fix it so here ya go #also now that this is out of the way i am back to sketch requests!!! #glenn close dndads #hot glenn autumn #glenn close propaganda #dndads #my art

[mariasont]

not sure if you’re planning to write this, but smut with spencer & bimbo!receptionist!reader would probably fix my problems 😔 i feel like spencer would be praising her nonstop, while also being condescending & i fucking live for that‼️

Undo You - S.R

a/n: i love ur mind anon 😚 i hope this lives up to what you want 🫶🏼🫶🏼✨ thank you for requesting xoxo

anyway i kinda think this is bad bc i didn’t proofread but whatever ill prob go back and edit laters!

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader

summary: bimbo reader and spencer doing the nasty

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering, degrading? (not really), spencer being slightly condescending, p in v, unprotected sex (BE BETTER!), creampie (STOP I HATE IT TOO BUT WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO CALL IT?!?!?! TWINKIE?!?!)

wc: 1.3k

Mustering the courage to ask you out was a feat in itself but getting you into his bed was a whole other ballgame. But here you were, fingers roaming through his hair and tracing the contours of his back. You were perfect, and you were in his bed.

The wasn't the first, nor would it be the last if he had anything to do with it. It's hard to fathom his good luck--to have you, breathtaking in every sense, under him, your fingertips gently grazing his waist band as you inch towards his cock.

Your makeup was almost artfully messy, with mascara delicately pooled beneath your lashes, rendering you devastatingly tempting. You had glittering eyeshadow on, and it was getting everywhere. Spencer felt the urge to undo you--to disrupt the pristine image you presented to the world, to make you uniquely his. Selfish? Without a doubt. But that didn't diminish the idea. 

Your hands, with their perfect manicure, were now wrapped around his cock, tugging and pulling as if your palms were sculpted precisely for this purpose. 

You were saying something, your lips a mesmerizing motion as he grasped the sheets beside you, each fistful a concerted effort to remain control.

"What, angel?" He was trying to be patient with you.

You talked a lot in general, but in bed, it only seemed to amplify. This was not a bad thing, not in his eyes, no, it was almost too much of a good thing. Each time your mouth opened and closed with another airy comment he found himself that much closer to spilling his load all over you.

"Your face is really red," you breathed out, nostrils flaring slightly, your eyes averted, engrossed in the sight of his length enclosed between your hands.

He stifled a laugh, resisting the urge to shove his cock into that pretty mouth of yours.

"Well, you see," Spencer starts, pausing as your hand presses to the tip of his length, "when someone is excited...or aroused, blood flow increases to the f-face, causing...vasodilation. It's... it's a sympathetic nervous system response."

"Oh, like when you get all red after running?" You tilt your head in that curious way of yours, your actions uninterrupted as words flowed from you.

"Yes, exactly like that."

He grabbed your hand, pulling you off of him and pressing that same hand to the mattress below him.

"And just like my face gets red, your pupils dilate when you're excited," Spencer explains, his hand poised just above your collarbone, sketching paths on your skin, "It's due to the release of norepinephrine, which is part of your body's fight of flight response."

Your lips were parted, pressing your body into him like you couldn't help yourself, hips squirming under his.

"So, what's the verdict, sweet girl?" Spencer asks, watching your gaze met his, lips parting as he dragged a hand over your clothed heat. "What's your body telling you? Fight of flight?"

You kissed him, gasping into his mouth as he pushed a finger into you. You were drenched. "Is submit an option?"

"That's my girl," he said, feeling his cock tighten even more, as if that were possible, almost moaning at the sight of your dimple being drawn out.

You whined, arching your back against the navy-blue sheets as your hands locked around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. He could smell everything about you from here—your coconut shampoo, your vanilla perfume, your lavender lotion. He wanted to inhale it, to inhale you.

He didn't even bother with your skirt, simply pulling your panties out from under it and lining himself up with your entrance. He watched, enthralled, as your chest rose and fell, holding your breath as you braced for his cock. You were so good for him, too good for him.

One hand clasped against your hip as the other guided his length into you, hissing as you tightened around him. It was a feeling that could never get old, like he was being reborn, like the world was ending and you and him were the only two people left. He would be fine with that.

Your face twisted up in pleasure as you began to rock against him, not giving yourself that chance to adjust. You did this often and it caused him to push down on your hips, stopping your movements. He could come if you kept doing that. He would.

"Patience," he hissed, but you were never one that was good with following orders.

You moved again, tits bouncing up and down your chest as you did. He stifled a groan, meeting your movements with thrusts of his own.

He imagined this is what Buddhists meant when they referred to finding the garden of Nirvana. This was it for him. The ultimate state of liberation and profound peace.

You were a blubbering mess, fingertips clawing down his back, surely to leave marks, but he couldn’t care less.

“Look at you,” he cooed, rutting his cock in and out of you. “You’re awfully quiet. Got something on your mind, baby?”

“N-No,” you stammered, legs wrapping around his waist as your arms went around his neck, clinging to him like a koala, your moans now pressed up against his ear.

“I figured as much.”

Your tits were flush against his chest, his breath stalling as he reached in the limited space between you, thumb circling your clit. Your whines intensified, just as his thrusts did.

“Spencer, please, yes, oh fuck—,” you paused, a gasp releasing from your lips as he felt you unravel on his cock, your wet cunt clenching around him in a way that made his legs shake.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” His movements were more desperate now, sloppily slamming into you without mercy. “You’re so fucking good, baby.”

He barely recognized your lips against his ear. “Will you come inside me please?”

That was all it took, those simple words, brushing against his skin and rushing all the way down to his cock. His thrusts slowing as he pumped himself inside you, the sound completely obscene, but it just made him enjoy it that much more.

You were limp against the bed, and Spencer was quick to follow, face finding the crook of his neck as he tried his best not to crush you with his weight.

He could feel your pulse against his lips, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses into your honey induced skin as he waited for you to return back to planet Earth.

He was well aware of the drill, pressing one last kiss to your sweaty forehead before prying himself out of your hands and making a beeline for the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and a glass of water before coming back to the bed, nearly fainting at your tired smile shining at him, at him.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

“I really love when you call me that,” you said, almost dreamily as you pushed your tousled hair into the pillow.

He laughed, placing the water on the table and moving your legs so he was between them.

“Gorgeous,” he repeated as he dabbed the towel to your sex, cleaning the mess he made on you. “Do I not call you that enough? Because I can certainly make it a more regular occurrence.”

“Well, I mean, it couldn’t hurt,” you said, giggling as you flinched away from the pressure on your clit.

He pushed your leg down, preventing you from squirming. “Let me clean you up.”

You pouted, and he had the sudden urge to bite your bottom lip. You gave him a salute, giggling before you could even get the words out. “Aye, aye captain.”

He tossed the towel to the side, climbing up your legs as he kissed you, soft and slow, murmuring into your lips, “come here, smart ass.”

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna @readergf

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x bimbo!reader #spencer reid x bimbo reader #spencer reid x fem reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #Reid #criminal minds smut

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheoxreader #hp x gn reader #x gn reader #hp x nonbinary reader

[ashessonfire]

Bonjour, lovely!! I adore your fics, your choice of words are just *✧delectable✧⁠* and I'm amazed at how you beautifully written Kaz. If you may, could you write a little fluff with the reader being a skilled painter/sculptor and she helps the crows in art forgery. (I personally love when there's a little angsty yearning in the mix but I trust you will blow it out of the waters). Mercii!!

Stolen hearts - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Prompt : As a crow who specializes in art, what happens when Kaz stumbles upon one of your personal sketchbooks and gets a little jealous? - Pairing : Kaz Brekker x Reader - Warnings : Jealous Kaz, Kaz being an idiot, he gets a bit upset but nothing too crazy :)

A/N : Hi my loves, this is a pretty long one but I ADORED this idea, and so I let myself run with it.This may just be one of my favourite things I have ever written so I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing this!! As always requests are open, and please check my list here for other characters I write for!!

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(Also it seems as if we are getting closer to finding out if we are getting a SOC spin off!! After the writers strikes we should hopefully know, so lets try keep the Grishaverse fandom alive on here!! <3 )

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"You want me to recreate that in two days? Kaz, the original is painted in oils, they don't even dry in that time!" You exclaimed, peering over the top of a stolen painting at your boss, his gaze hard yet not harsh.

"I am aware," Kaz began, "But that's why I hired you, isn't it? You have not missed a deadline once, and I know you won't miss it now," his firm voice rung out into the acoustics of his office.

And of course, he was right.

Although you would have to take a few shortcuts, you could feel your fingertips twitching against the oak frame of the piece, mind already composing each element of the scene. Tucking it beneath your arm, you let out a gentle sigh, nodding swiftly in his direction before departing from the room.

He had saved you, and this painting was only a fragment in your repayment of Kaz Brekker.

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A fire had swept through your village just beyond the confines of the Barrel, leaving you with nothing but your pouch, filled to the brim with pencils, inks, and as many types of paper as you had been able to salvage. The corners of your paintings began to singe as your home was engulfed, pain piercing your heart as you sprinted down the path to evade the impenetrable walls of flame.

Ketterdam beckoned you into her grip, as you ventured through the dim alleyways until shadow gave way to dazzling light displays. The Lid revealed itself to you, and with no other choice you slotted yourself in with the penniless street merchants that lined the alleys of Ketterdam.

For years, you offered sketches, portraits, and paintings to the rich tourists that marveled at Ketterdam's wonders. Although mere pennies were offered in exchange for your work, it was enough to renew your supplies and evade sleeping by the canal, or being trampled by tourists.

As time crawled along your skills blossomed, transforming your rough ideas into magnificent pieces, worthy of far more than a few kruge. Soon, you began to slip into galleries, memorizing each stroke until your mind could guide your hands without a single thought. Portraits that were worth thousands were then being passed into clueless pigeon's hands for only a few hundred kruge, as your skills were unmatched in the art of forgery.

Little did you know that you were being kept under the watchful eye of Kaz Brekker's wraith, your talents being thoroughly observed and reported back to the leader of the crows.

You were able to swindle the pigeons for a few months until the Watchstadt began to take note of the remarkable artistry of your paintings. Overnight, the tides of your fortune changed, awaking one evening to the thudding of leather against stone, inching closer to you as each moment passed.

In a desperate attempt to escape your fate, you clutched your belongings and shot down a back alley, shadows offering you a blanket of protection from the moon's shimmering light. However it seemed as if your luck had reached its limit, as several guards barreled out in front of you, as your other exits were swiftly stolen from you.

Tears began to blur your vision, lightheadedness overtaking your senses, the guard's words became muffled and distant, as panic overtook your being. You were barely aware of a gentle voice calling you from your terror, a soft hand wiping away the beads of pain falling from your eyes.

In the hours that followed, you scarcely registered anything but your gratitude towards Inej, and ultimately to Kaz who had been increasing the hours that his wraith was sent to protect you. In a few swift meetings, Kaz Brekker had settled a deal with you, sheltering you from the darkness of the Barrel, whilst securing a valuable new member of the crows.

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"Thank the saints that that is over," Jesper all but shouted, falling backwards onto the sofa in the common room of the slat. Placing yourself on a worn armchair opposite, you felt somewhat peaceful as your painting had been so seamless that the entire mission was cut short by a few hours.

After jobs, each crow fell into their own routines to unwind the tension that undeniably interwove into each of them. Kaz's cane thumped lightly against the creaking oak of the staircase, ascending to his room to continue plotting. Hushed whispers often omitted from Wylan and Jesper as they basked in each other's company.

Inej was usually missing, as she was now, exploring the endless expanses of rooftops whilst allowing the bitter air to cool her down. Taking in the couple across from you, and a now slumbering Nina beside you, you reached for the familiar leather binding of your sketchbook.

The glowing embers of the low-lit fire cast soft shadows on your friends, and the light washes of orange and red watercolour aided in your attempt to capture the peaceful scene unfolding before you. However, the absence of a certain presence pulled you from your portrait, thoughts straying to the man who undoubtedly was scheming once more in his office.

Since joining his crew, a small fondness for the "demjin" had harbored itself deep within your heart, impenetrable and unmoving. He treated you with a cold kindness, gifting you small tins of expensive paints, or the latest papers, completely dismissing the fact they were irrelevant to your job.

With a short shake of your head, the thoughts dispelled, returning your mind to the clarity it needed to produce your sketch, the flames from the fireplace dimming as the room began to fall into shadow. The peace that art instilled you with returned, as your heartbeat slowed and a sense of calm washed over you with each brushstroke.

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Settling into his chair, Kaz let out a short breath, tension easing slightly from his body as relief gripped him, all thanks to you. Your painting had exceeded his expectations, not a single person suspecting the image to have been forged, and the original stolen into the possession of the Dregs.

Few things could entrance Kaz Brekker, yet something about the way your colours melted into each other, or the clear emotion engrained into every miniscule detail of a painting pulled him in. Perhaps the depth of your sculptures, or the smooth yet carefully crafted edges of the clay coming to life in his imagination were to blame for his admiration for you.

Kaz's mind wandered as he thoughtlessly ridded his desk of it's papers, hastily stacking them into neat piles as he tried to shake his thoughts of you.

Suddenly, Kaz was startled from his inner battle, gloved fingers brushing against a foreign texture, a hard leather cover of, something? Curiosity urged him to retrieve the book from underneath the blueprints and paperwork, eyes scanning over the front in search of a clue as to what the binding held.

Carefully undoing a well tied string, the front page fell flat against his weathered desk, the candle beside him offering a gentle illumination. Kaz's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the contents of the book, the etches of the pencil being too precise to belong to any person, but you.

The charcoal marks formed on the fraying page to portray Jesper, content as he sat on a patterned bar stool in the Crow Club, eyes slightly creased in content. Thumbing to the next page, Kaz discovered another depiction of his sharpshooter, however this time he was polishing his guns. Unlike the previous image, Jesper was now depicted in a light wash of colour, bringing him seemingly to life.

Enchanted by your work, Kaz continued to marvel at each sketch and painting, however a sharp feeling grabbed at his chest as he came to a realization. Apart from a few pages here and there, the subject that lined the parchment was always Jesper. Turning the pages increasingly quicker, a feeling of dread seeped into his stomach, a twisting combination of jealousy and annoyance building within him.

A gentle knock broke him from these thoughts, as your voice called out in the hope you would be permitted entry. Carefully, Kaz slid your sketchbook to the opposite end of his desk, pretending to analyze a discarded stack of papers before allowing you in.

"Hey Kaz, I was just coming to check in on you, I didn't get to catch up with you after..." you began, speech diminishing as your eyes fell upon the bronzed edges of one of your sketchbooks. Your eyes lit up as you began to grin.

"You left it on my desk," Kaz stated, trying desperately to burry the knot in his stomach, as your expression brightened at the thought of finding the book full of Jesper. "I've been looking everywhere for this one, thank you Kaz," you respond, hastily reclaiming the book, folding it snuggly between your arms and your chest.

"It shouldn't be here," Kaz snapped, a sharp tone piercing the previously warm atmosphere, "It's your personal sketchbook, so it needs to stay personal. Understand?" Kaz bit out, stunning you into silence as you backed away towards the door.

"Oh," you began, "I didn't mean to leave it here," voice cracking as you battled through the shock of his manner, and the hurt of him snapping at you. "Make sure I don't see it again, although I'm sure Jesper would love to," Kaz concluded, practically spitting out your friend's name.

The dismay you felt began to ebb away as you took in your boss' expression more closely, your upset being replaced with something resembling humour. "Kaz," your voice quietly began, "You're not jealous, are you?" you question.

Although the room remained silent, his features spoke a thousand words to you, his eyes widening fractionally to reveal fright, face becoming tinged by a rosy blush. Before you could utter another word, Kaz had guided you to the arched doorway, pushed you through the threshold, and slammed the door before you could witness the tips of his ears turning crimson.

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Through the warped glass pane of his window, Kaz was stirred by the early rays of sunrise, face gently caressed by each stream of light that infiltrated the darkness. Despite the restless sleep he gained, the bastard was surprised he had managed to fall unconscious at all.

From the moment he had shut the door on you, feelings of jealousy and shame had consumed him. He swore he had heard a splinter echo throughout his chest as he recalled the hurt spreading across your face the previous evening.

Letting out a short breath of frustration, he slowly contorted his stiff limbs into a sitting position, and only then did his gaze cast onto the unfamiliar shade of leather perching on his nightstand. Unease began to spread through his body, fingertips sparking with anticipation as he reached over to retrieve the sketchbook.

Frustration began to wrestle with the discontent, as he unwound the ribbon binding the wrinkled pages together, yet the colour of the leather seemed to shift underneath his gaze. Unlike the book he had previously discovered, this one was made of a darker material which he could only liken to the darkness of midnight. As he angled the cover, flecks of gold appeared, the early sun dancing light off of each one, illuminating the leather as if it were a sky full of stars

Nimbly undoing the ribbon on the side, the first page fell open, and to his surprise, a neatly penned note fell out of the cover, revealing an image behind it that Kaz was sure he would have permanently engraved in his memory. A pair of sharp eyes met his own, and his breath caught in his throat as he questioned whether he was glimpsing into some sort of mirror.

With a desperation he himself could not even comprehend, Kaz began to flip through the pages, the guilt he had initially felt now burning him from the inside out, singeing at his chest. Each portrait captured his every emotion, each stroke precise and beautiful in a way he had never experienced before.

Gently unfolding the corners of the note, Kaz's gaze deepened with each curling letter of your short message -

Dear Mr Brekker,

After your discovery yesterday, I thought it only fair to also show you your notebook too. I have one for each of the crows, yourself included, and so I kindly ask you not to panic further about Jesper being the only muse of my pieces.

Love, your favourite artist

P.S ~ You also have a second book, if you are interested.

Kaz's breath hitched at the word 'love' before his mind could even comprehend it, head spiraling with thoughts of you as he pictured your gentle teasing laughter as you penned the note to him. The guilt and shame became so consuming in that second that his chest constricted, and he knew the only way he could alleviate the weight was by visiting you.

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A sharp knock pierced through the silence of your room, pen stopping mid point as you called a gentle welcome to the man behind the door. Kaz's figure slowly filled the doorframe, waistcoat slightly untucked, and hair somewhat out of place as if he had raced to see you.

A teasing grin began to illuminate your features, and the sunrise seeping through your window was more than bright enough to display Kaz's rose dusted cheeks as he averted his gaze. Without so much as a sound passing through his pursed lips, a gloved hand directed itself towards you, clutching onto the dark sketchbook.

You smile faltered, the glimmer seeping from your eyes as your lips fought to stay curved, as you questioned, "You didn't like it?" Kaz shifted his dark gaze to meet your own, brows lightly furrowing as he grumbled "I thought you might want it back."

Your gaze softened as the walls you had been beginning to construct around your heart crumbled, "Oh, I meant it more like a gift Kaz, plus I have several more books dedicated to you anyway," you uttered tenderly. The figure before you lowered his head towards the object in his hands, knuckles whitening beneath his leather gloves as his grip hardened.

After a fleeting moment of your boss' gaze sweeping over your features, he gave a swift nod in gratitude, the scent of ink and secrets trailing behind him as he ventured back to his office. Disappointment clung to your chest at his swift departure, hoping that he would have remained in your presence for a few moments more.

However, as your gaze travelled upwards to glimpse at his departing figure, you noticed how he had faltered in your doorway. His broad shoulders were facing you, allowing you to to observe every deep yet ragged breath that lifted his chest.

"I..." He began, voice so low that it was barely audible, "I'm sorry for last night, I shouldn't have said those things to you," Kaz almost spat out, the words tasting foreign on his lips as he attempted to quickly escape to the confines of his office.

"Kaz," you called out, hope unravelling the knots of anxiety from previously, leaving you with streams of a newfound confidence, "I just thought you should know you are my favourite subject. No one else in Ketterdam seems to have a better facial structure than yours."

Kaz could hear the thick inflections of your smirk within your words, ribbons of humour intertwining with each letter you spoke. Despite your teasing being met with a remarkably loud silence, your words had planted themselves deep inside Kaz's heart.

Racing back towards his office, the beat of his cane against the oak panels of the slat hastened by the second.

Yet not even they could match the pace at which Kaz's heart was beating, as his mind replayed your words over and over in his head until the way the word "favourite" was all he could hear.

Thinking back to your short note, Kaz's lips formed a ghost of a smile, since not only were you his favourite, but he was yours.

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P.S - The best way to support writers on here is to repost / repost + add tags! If you could spend a minute or so doing this, it would mean the world <3

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[mkkk12345]

Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

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In A Natural Way

As a former artist, you can't help but create when you see beauty. When Halsin finds you sketching by the lake, he is in wholehearted agreement on the beauty.

Pairings: Halsin x GN Tav

Warnings: fluff. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.89k

Requested: yes

A/N: I love Halsin, I was so happy to write this! Also I haven't gotten to Elfsong Tavern yet so if something is innacurate...in this story it isn't!!! (teehee) I do not give permission for my work to be copied or shared on other sites without my consent.

Karlach was already pulling Wyll along towards the bar of the Elfsong, making good on his promised to share a stout once they arrived. She was chattering his ear off as he happily sat next to her, Gale joining by his other side. Shadowheart and Lae'zel were nowhere to be found (probably arguing - or secretly making out - outside), Astarion was already in his room upstairs, and Halsin was taking his time walking around the tavern, admiring the wall art.

"I am going to stroll around the city," You announced, shouldering your bag and waving to the group, "I'll be back before suppertime."

"Don't go out too far," Halsin said, smiling, "We wouldn't want to start without." He winked, and held the door open for you. You blushed as you stepped outside, the little somersaults in your stomach fluttering due to Halsin.

So you had a small crush on Halsin.

Okay...maybe it was more than a "small crush".

You cheekily smiled at him and kept on ahead, trying to push your thoughts of Halsin (and his incredible pecs) out of your mind. You had one goal - to find the small pond the party passed to get to the Elfsong Tavern. As soon as you had seen it, you were immediately inspired, and wanted to grab for your sketchbook immediately.

As we had headed for the Elfsong Tavern earlier in the day, you had all decided to take a reprieve for an evening and not only rest there, but also drink and dine and relax. Like children on a trip, you were given the rest of the day to do what you saw fit - drinking, shopping in town, napping...the world was your oyster.

You would partake in the debauchery later in the evening, but for now, you wanted to take a rest in nature...something you weren't necessarily able to do while going along this little adventure you had found yourselves in.

After a bit of time walking, you finally walked upon the pound - surrounding by trees, water glistening, and birds chirping above head. Just a tiny bit on the outskirts of town, a tiny oasis in this urban setting. You smiled at the mere sight of it and quickly made your way to the largest tree set a little off from the water. Making yourself comfortable, you slid your sketchbook and pencils out of your bag. You sighed.

Contently. Happily.

Before you were captured and a tadpole was shoved into your eye, you were an artist in your hometown, over the moon that you were able to create a life based upon your passion for art. You were able to sketch every now and then since the Nautiloid, but never really able to sit down and focus on it.

Now you had your chance, and you were reveling in it.

Once the pencil hit the paper, you couldn't stop, only pausing to look at your study; the pond itself. The way the sun reflected off the serene waters gave you goosebumps...the fact that you were able to capture it gave you even more.

Soon, you were able to lose yourself in the action of sketching, your mind drifting to other things.

Other things always equated to Halsin, no matter how hard you tried to think of anything else. Ever since he had joined your party, the gentle giant had stolen your heart through not only his romantic words, but also his kindness towards others (and especially nature). Every so often you had the feeling that he reciprocated your feelings, but you didn't dare test the waters - not only did you not have time (thanks, looming transformation into an Ilitihid), but the potential embarrassment from rejection was terrifying on it's own.

After about an hour or so of sketching and absolutely thinking of Halsin naked over and over again, you yawned and looked up - the sun was setting, casting golden rays across the pond. Your sketch was getting more detailed by the minute, but you felt elated to stretch your artistic muscles that had been forgotten in the previous weeks. Resting your head against the tree behind you, you folded your hands in your lap and sighed happily. You closed your eyes and decided to take a break.

Besides, you were sure you had plenty of time before dinner back at Elfsong.

You felt a gentle finger run along the back of your hand. A smooth voice lightly murmured in your ear and you felt your head eyelids slowly open.

"We were worried about you...you said you would be back in time for dinner." Halsin gently said, taking your hand in his, "I'm glad I found you."

Eventually, you came to, realizing that Halsin was gently cradling you awake. You jumped, the fact that it was Halsin of all people waking you quicker than any gentle murmurings could.

"Gods! Halsin - hi!" You said, blinking rapidly. You noticed the sky around you was pitch black - hells, how long were you sleeping for?

"Yes, it is me," He chuckled, letting go of your hand, "I'm glad you were just asleep, and not worse...lost or..." He shook his head slightly, "Well, I won't even think of it."

Suddenly, you remembered the sketch book on your lap. At the same time, Halsin took notice of it, looking down inquisitively. A small smile appeared on his face and he cocked his head to the side in order to investigate your sketch further.

"This is beautiful," He spoke, his voice soft. Taking the leatherbound book from your lap gently, he held it in his hands, lightly fingering the pages. "I can see why you wanted to come back here on your own...you surely have a talent. I'm glad you were able to exercise it."

"Oh..." You blushed deeply, your heart beating rapidly. Quickly - but politely - you took the book back from him, closing it immediately and trying to put in your bag, "Thank you. That's very kind. I used to be an artists before...well, all of this..." You gestured out in front of you.

Halsin, noticing your embarrassment started to shake his head, "Do not be embarrassed by your gift. Being able to capture nature so beautifully...this is the closest I've seen to the real thing," He stared into your eyes, taking the book back and opening to the page you were just working on, "It's absolutely breathtaking."

"Halsin, your flattery..." You had to look away, the intensity in his eyes was almost too much. You could tell your blushing was still strong, and you painfully willed for your brain to shut off the heat on your cheeks, "It's too much! You're too kind...thank you."

Halsin continued to marvel at your work, bringing the book close up to his eyes so he could see better. As you let him look for a bit, you started to gather courage.

"I was...actually, um," You cleared your throat nervously, "I actually was thinking of you while I sketched it."

Halsin stopped looking at the sketch immediately, dropping the book gently in his lap and looking to you. "Me?" He repeated, a look of surprise on his face.

You nodded cautiously - gods, why did you tell him? - and realized you couldn't really back out of it.

Here it goes, I guess, You thought, quite glumly to yourself. You already started to prep yourself for the rejection.

"Yes, you. I thought this pond just looked so beautiful, and I obviously know how important nature is to you, so, I guess...I was thinking of you a lot...while I was sketching it, of course..."

Halsin nodded slowly and smirked, "Of course."

"Um..." You started to nervously play your hands, looking into your lap, "Actually, I wanted to create something for you, to help you feel...back at one with nature, when maybe...we are somewhere you aren't able to connect. And you miss it...or something. On the road, I mean."

"Well," He sighed, smiling fully now, "That means a lot, that you would do something like that, for me. I am grateful for your kindness...thank you."

You nodded, matching his smile, "Of course. Once it's fully complete I'll give it to you...I wanted to finish the shading on some parts..." You trailed off, taking a deep breath. When you looked back into his eyes, you saw kindness, and a gentle glow. You sighed, biting your lip.

Oh, fuck it.

"Halsin, I have to say...I've come to care for you deeply," You finally admit, "I don't know how much time we have left with everything, so I wanted to tell you that my feelings for you grown exponentially since we first met."

"And these feelings...have turned you into a poet, with your newly eloquent speech?" Halsin asked, a playful gleam in his eyes. A moment passed before you giggled, and it felt like the steam was releasing in your heart.

"You make me nervous!" You defended.

Halsin chuckled and gently, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, "Why would I make you nervous?" He asked, leaning closer to you. His breath tickled your cheek, and you felt his warmth on your lips.

"Not you...necessarily," You spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "But the idea of...your rejection. Rejection from you. After I've...told you my feelings."

His eyes searched yours, and he nodded solemnly. "Yes. That would be quite nerve-wracking indeed...if you were to tell me your secret feelings towards me, and I rejected you..." He took the back of his knuckles and gracefully skimmed your cheek with them, "But it's a good thing, then, that a rejection was not in the plan."

You heart lurched as you smiled, feeling brave and taking the hand that had just cupped your cheek, "Oh, it's not in the plan? Well...good thing, then. I guess I have nothing to worry about, then."

Slowly, he leaned in even closer, your lips touching gently now. He teased you, getting so close, but not finishing the action to completion. "Good thing, then." He said finally.

Gently, he pressed his lips against yours, his arms instinctively finding your shoulders and pulling you close. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you pressed your hands against his chest, asking permission for his mouth to open with your tongue. He obliged and willingly deepened the kiss, sending fireworks off in your brain.

As you continued your kiss, you felt Halsin becoming more frantic, a moan escaping his mouth. You pulled away, looking at him.

"I...want to continue this. We should probably get back to the Elfsong, yes? To be somewhere more...comfortable? With a bed?" You suggested, your voice husky. You couldn't try to cover your lust for him even if you tried.

Halsin smiled and took hold of your hand, his eyes dark. "Who says we need a bed to be more comfortable?"

You chuckled, and should have known - a Druid would never choose a bed over nature. Leaning back into him, you ran your fingers through his hair, adjusting yourself so you were sitting on his lap.

"Well then...why don't you show me how comfortable nature can really be?"

Halsin smiled and gently moved the book to the side, as if it was the most precious thing. Then, he playfully pounced on you, causing you to emit a laugh so loud, it echoed throughout the pond.

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What did y'all think? My first Halsin fic...I love this huge druid giant. Reminder that my inbox is open for requests!

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[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 20

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC

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A/N: In this part I have used some Gaelic phrases to represent Tyrrish, as both Garrick and Ophelia can speak it. Mo grádh will translate to My Love. And on that note. Enjoy. Also poor Xaden. Warnings: 18+, Smut

Xaden had remained true to his word. For me at least. Liam was still assigned to Violet wherever she went. Which for the most part also meant me, but if I walked off elsewhere he stuck to her. I was glad Xaden had let me have the freedom I requested. Not that I wouldn’t have had freedom. But it would have meant Liam following me around.

But in his absence Garrick had fallen into place. Not as over bearing as Liam was with Violet. But outside of classes Garrick was always there with me. Which I couldn’t deny I liked. I liked it a lot. The night of me finding out about Aretia we had spent in Garrick’s room. And it had reminded me so much of our down time in Aretia. Us lying in his bed or mine. His head in my lap as I read a book or played with his hair as he slept. It had taken me back to a time where we didn’t have any cares or worries. It was something we both needed. And was something we had planned to do tonight, till Garrick had decided to move some of my stuff to his room. His argument was I would be spending most of my nights here unless he was away on a supply run. It just made things easier in his mind. So now I sat on his bed, sketch book in hand as I watched him try to rearrange his armoire and desk to accommodate some of my things. The man was too excited of the prospect of me essentially sharing a room with him from here on out. But it kept Xaden happy that someone was watching over me at night, and meant Liam could have more focus on protecting Violet who was still yet to manifest a signet. And has also received another threat from Barlowe today in sparring that had caused Liam to shove him out of the room entirely. Garrick’s mumbling pulls me from my drawing of my dragon Mealladh. I look up to see him looking in the armoire, scratching the back of his head. I place my sketch book on the bedside table and walk up behind him, my arms wrapping around him as I rest my head against his bare back. My fingers tracing lightly over the defined muscles of his stomach. His hands coming to rest over mine as he looks over his shoulder at me.

”You seem stressed.” I tell him.

He sighs. “It’s because I am.”

I can’t help but laugh at him. “It’s just some space in the armoire, space you don’t even need to find. I can keep my stuff in my room.” I tell him.

I feel Garrick stiffen in my arms, turning to face me as his hands find their place on my waist. “I do need to find it. I want to find the space. I’ll make it work.” He tells me sternly.

This man was way too intent on making this a space for both of us. But it wasn’t something new for us. Back before the rebellion, we had started to leave things at each others places. It had been frequent that we would stay at each others places, Xaden included. But this was on a more serious level than that. We hadn’t defined what we were yet. But we were more than friends now. We had taken that leap. But we hadn’t put a label on it. We didn’t need to. I was his, and he was mine.

”Well I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow I tell him.” With a smirk on my lips as my hands travel from his back to rest on his chest, one of them travelling down to toy with the band of the grey linen pants he had on. The only thing he had on.

I watch as his eyes darken, clearly picking up on the intent in my actions and words. Besides that night of threshing, we hadn’t had another chance. Mainly due to Garrick being away with supply runs. Which at the time I didn’t know about. And I knew Garrick was wanting this as much as I did. His lingering touches had hinted otherwise. I was surprised he hadn’t jumped on it earlier when I had stripped down to my underwear, and slipped on one of his black cotton shirts that was huge on me. His hands now find their way under that very shirt, gripping and massaging my sides as he kissed his way down my neck, lightly biting as he went. Leaving marks I definitely wouldn’t be able to hide. Bastard. Garrick’s hands slowly move down my sides as he kneels in front of me, his fingers hooking into the band of my underwear, quickly sliding them down my legs. I step out of them and he throws them to the other side of the room. His hands wander up my legs, so slow its almost torture. Especially as he moves them to my inner thighs, lightly ghosting over the sensitive flesh. I go to tell him to hurry up and stop teasing, but one of his strong hands grips my left knee, throwing the leg over his shoulder. I don’t have time to ask what he’s doing before his fingers slide up and down, coating them in my arousal. One of my hands reaching down and tugging on his curls as my head rolls back as a moan rolls off my lips. The bastard was taking his time, but I couldn’t deny I enjoyed it. And I knew what eventually would follow would be worth the wait. Each stroke sending a shiver through my body, that I knew would have him smirking. Finally his fingers slide lower, slowly pushing two of them in, followed my his mouth latching on to the bundle of nerves. My eyes fly open at the sensation, getting the full view of a very blissed out Garrick kneeling before me, taking pride in the pleasure he was giving me. Slowly he adds a third finger, stretching me out more. I nearly come undone then as he curls all three fingers inside me, hitting the perfect spot. My leg gives out, but Garrick’s arms keep me upright as he continues his assault. Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, the bastard stops. And I have no shame in not stopping the growl that leaves my mouth. Garrick smirks, bloody smirks up at me as he kisses the inside of the leg still hooked over his shoulder.

”Don’t worry mo ghrádh, I’m just getting started.” He tells me in a low tone as he stands, pulling the shirt over my head as he does so.

His fingers make quick work of my bra as it soon follows the rest of what I had been wearing to somewhere else in his room. His lips are quickly and roughly on mine as he walks me backwards to the bed. He goes to push me down but I quickly manoeuvre us, pushing him down onto the bed as I crawl up him and straddle his hips. Garrick’s eyes darken and widen as I slowly grind back and forth on him, a growl rumbling through him. I can tell it is taking everything in him not to completely take over and flip me onto the bed and take me. I can tell he is curious as to what I will do. I watch some of that control slip as he goes to grab my hips, but I move faster and line us up and slowly sink down to him. Garrick’s head falls back onto the bed. A loud moan echoing around the room.

“F-fucking hell.” Garrick stutters out as I start to move up and down.

His hands grip onto my hips, helping me up and down, his hips meeting my movement, hitting the almost perfect spot every time. Garrick must notice my legs shaking from the effort and flips my back onto the bed as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder again as he leans forward. It was now my turn for profanities to fall from my lips at the new angle and pace. My pace had been fast, but Garrick’s was harder and faster. My nails dragging down his back, leaving marks yet again. Marks I knew last time had gotten him a few comments. Garrick reaches down with his fingers, and as soon as they meet that sensitive spot I’m done. My back arching off the bed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name. I swear I heard thunder or something similar in the back ground as I finish. As I come down from the high, Garrick picks up his pace again. Not faltering once. The bastard not even close to finishing or being done. He pushes my leg from his shoulder as he scoops me up into his arms and stands, walking over to the desk. He lifts me off him and places me on the ground before spinning me around to face the desk.

”Hands on the desk mo ghrádh.” He tells me as I feel him press against my hips.

I do as he says and lean forward, my hands bracing on the desk as I lean forward. As soon as he’s satisfied I’m comfortable Garrick pushes in slowly. And I know he’s doing it on purpose when I go to lean into it and his firm hands on my hips stop me. As he fully sheaths himself in me, he slowly moves back and forth at a pace that has soft moans escaping my lips. But clearly slowly is not what Garrick has planned, quickly picking up the pace again, forcing me to grip onto the side of the desk to stop me from falling forward. Garrick leans over me, his arms resting on the desk next to me. The new angle having me arching into him as we both moan at the sensation. The desk slams into the wall, and I pray Xaden isn’t in his room or Garrick put up the silencing wards. Seconds later Garrick and I finish almost at the same time, our names falling from each others lips. Garrick lowers himself to rest his elbows on the desk as he catches his breath. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder, before we both freeze at the voice yelling at us from the other side of the wall.

”What did I say about the silencing wards!” Part 21

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EDIT: PENCIL HAS BEEN REPLACED AND IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING AGAIN!! Thank you to those who donated, you have my ENTIRE heart for now and always

Hiii I’m back to bother you all again with technical difficulties. Long story short, if I have diagnosed the problem properly, I need a new Apple Pencil! And if I’m wrong I’ll need to replace both my pencil and the iPad itself!! But (and I am sure this will surprise no one that’s read this far) - I have no money 🥲

This isn’t quite a 100% necessary expense. I still have a handful of job applications sent out that are still waiting on replies, and hopefully I’ll have some more income sooner rather than later - but since comms and art have been one of my main sources of income this year, this is gonna be a decent problem for a little bit 😅 in the meantime I’m going to reach into the void and boost some stuff and offer additional ways that maybe I can earn some money for the month!

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I’m selling a couple original pieces over on kofi as well, including Raven Kevin, the Jean & Jeremy piece, and the og mermay comic from last year 👀

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Fend For Your Life

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: plane crash angst, everyone on board is dead but you, survivor's guilt, sewing yourself up painfully

Request by anon: Can I please request Jennifer Jareau x reader. Reader is sent on an important undercover mission, so when her helicopter 'crashes' in the middle of nowhere and she is stranded on an island for months on end. Jj (her wife) and the team are going out of their way to find her. (Once reader returns from the island, she isn't the same as before she left. Little things scare her, etc.she also leaves the bau)

Summary: You're going on a solo mission with two SWAT members to save victims you don't know are alive in a country you've never been to before while the rest of the team searches for the unsub. JJ, your wife, eagerly waits for your arrival back home... but that never comes.

Square Filled: rescue mission for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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This is the biggest mission you’ve ever been on while at the BAU. The unsub is kidnapping young women in Florida and taking them to a remote location somewhere in Cuba. Your mission is to go to Cuba and rescue the victims (however many that may be) and bring them back home. You’ll be going with two SWAT members while the rest of the BAU works to hunt the unsub down before he snatches another girl.

Your team profiled that the unsub is in Florida right now based on the airport traffic. You’d given the sketch to all airports in Florida, and one of them stated that someone like that came through not that long ago. It’ll take you an hour to get to Havana where you believe the unsub is holding his victims, and you’re only going on a rescue mission so you don’t need other agents with you. Plus, you’d have two SWAT members with you, so you’ll be okay.

“Someone should go with you,” JJ says as you prepare for the flight.

“Baby, you know we need everyone on the ground here. This unsub is smart. The fewer agents we have trying to get him, he could get away. I’ll be fine.”

JJ bites her lower lip in concern, and you prepare to walk over to her. You reach up and remove her lip from between her teeth. She sighs heavily and looks you in the eyes.

“You know I worry.”

“JJ, my love, I will be okay. I’ll return home with however many hostages in no time. The flight is only an hour.” You pull your wife in for a kiss that will ease her concerns. She always feels better after one of your kisses. “Be strong. I will be okay.”

“Please be careful,” she whispers.

“I always am.”

She and Hotch escorts you to the plane that’s waiting for you where the pilot and the two SWAT members are.

“Remember, get the hostages and leave. We don’t know if this unsub has partners or not. We don’t know what’s happening over there.”

“Hotch, you’re gonna scare my wife,” you chuckle. “I will be fine. Just focus on getting the unsub. He’s here somewhere. I have faith in you.”

“Good luck,” Hotch nods and leaves you and JJ alone.

“Promise me we’re gonna take this weekend off and get a hotel or something.”

“I promise. You can pick whatever place you want. I gotta go. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You kiss her quickly and get on the plane. She waits until the door is closed before returning to Hotch who is in the car. As you said, the flight only takes an hour, and there is no issue with getting there. The Havana Police meet you at the airport and guide you to the location where they suspect the unsub has taken his victims. The run-down warehouse is located in a remote part of town where the only people that come here is to buy fish and make illegal deals for a multitude of things.

You’re the lead agent on this team so you’re responsible for what happens to every single person with you. The Havana Police wait outside while the two SWAT members go in first. They secure the room before allowing you inside, and you hold your gun out in front of you protectively. This place is big so you have to sweep it from left to right and not miss a single room.

There isn’t much artificial light that helps, so you have to rely on the natural light that seeps in through the high windows and cracks from the doors. This place is covered from head to toe with dust since this place hasn’t been used in a while. It used to be a booming warehouse that shipped and stocked high-grade fishing equipment for big ships, but ever since the company bought a bigger place closer to where the ports are, this place got shut down.

The first two rooms are used for storage that is too small to hold victims, and the next two are bone-dry with no furniture or anything inside. There are high shelves with equipment on them lining the middle of the big warehouse that you move through while keeping your ears on alert. Any little noise or movement will have you and the two SWAT members ready to attack.

You reach one of the back rooms that is locked which is weird since no one uses this warehouse anymore. The Havana Police say they’re in the process of emptying this place out but haven’t gotten time to remove everything yet.

“Can you get this open?” you whisper to the SWAT member who has a background in opening locks.

“Easy,” he whispers back.

You and the other SWAT member watch his back while he gets on his knees and works to unlock the door. It takes him only a minute which according to him, that’s his record. The same man grabs the doorknob and waits for your cue before opening it. You burst inside with your gun drawn just in case there is anyone inside that wants to attack you. 

Instead of the unsub or a potential partner, there is a young woman in the middle of the room tied to a concrete pole. There are two other women lying on the ground but based on the smell they’re emitting, they’re dead and have been dead for a while. Still, you walk over to them and check for a pulse even though you know it’s pointless. Next, you move to the woman in the middle of the room and use your knife to cut her loose.

“Please help me,” she cries.

“My name is Agent Y/N with the FBI. You’re going to be okay. Your name is Elizabeth, right?”

“Yeah. He killed them,” she sobs. “He just let them die.”

“Okay, come on. Let’s get you home. Are you okay?” She nods, and you help her to her feet and bring her outside where the Havana Police are. “There are two more girls inside who are dead. I need to get her back to the States. My team will coordinate with you in bringing the other two back home so their families can claim them.”

“Of course,” the lead detective says.

To not disturb the plane’s navigation system, you wait until you’re in the air to call Hotch. The two SWAT members are relaxing, Elizabeth is trying to get some sleep, and you’re by yourself in the back. Everyone is waiting in the briefing room for you to call. They caught the unsub when he was trying to get to the harbor with another victim, so all they’re waiting for is for you to return.

“Go ahead, Y/N. You’re on speakerphone with everyone in the room,” Hotch says.

“I got the hostage, Elizabeth. The other two women were dead when I arrived. I told the detective that you’d coordinate with them to bring them home. I would have stayed, but Elizabeth needs a hospital.”

“I understand. We got the unsub. He’s in interrogation right now.”

“I got a hold of Elizabeth’s family. They should be on their way now,” JJ says. “By the time you get back, they’ll be here.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured. Don’t worry, JJ, I will make sure--”

Just like that, the line goes dead.

“Y/N? Are you there?” There is no answer. “What the hell happened?”

“Garcia, can you trace the call?”

Penelope gets on her laptop and tries to pinpoint your location but is unable to. It’s like the signal got lost in the middle of the ocean.

“Sir, I can’t find it.”

“What do you mean you can’t find it?” JJ panics.

“It means she’s in the middle of the ocean and there are no cell towers out there. I can’t pinpoint the location.”

“What the hell happened to her?”

What the hell did happen to you? You have to blink several times to get your vision to focus which is when you finally see the situation for what it is. Fire is all around you like an unwanted guest in your home. You look down and see both SWAT members dead on the ground, you try to look up and see the pilot is impaled on a branch sticking out of the base of the tree, and you look to your left to see Elizabeth still in her seat. However, her head is backward because her neck is broken.

“Oh, God,” you gasp.

Your plane went down. Something went wrong and it crashed into some island in the middle of nowhere. Why are you the only one that’s alive? How the hell are you gonna get home now? You look down and see a big metal shard from the plane stuck in your leg. The only way you’re going to survive is if you get out of this. It’s gonna hurt like hell but you have to do what you have to do.

You’re not that high above ground so you feel confident you can survive the fall to the ground. You unbuckle your seatbelt and fall to the ground on your ass. Pain erupts from the impact site but it’s nothing compared to the pain in your leg. The plane is broken up into dozens of pieces across a vast expanse of the jungle, and the first aid kit is located in one of those pieces.

If you remove the shard now, you can bleed out so you have to make sure you have the first aid kit with you before you do anything. You can’t put any pressure on your leg or else the shard will be forced out by the pressure, so you crawl over to the area where the first aid kit should be. Luck is on your side because you find it easily and you open it to see what you’re working with.

To prevent yourself from bleeding out, you remove one of your shoestrings so you can make a tourniquet. You tighten the shoestring so tight to cut off your blood supply to the area before yanking the shard out. You scream out in pain and reach into the first aid kit with shaky hands. There are needles and stitches since you thought it was a good idea to include those in first aid kits. You’re not the best when it comes to sewing but you try your best to close your wound.

You scream out in pain when the needle makes contact with your skin.

“Garcia, did you find anything?” JJ asks.

Penelope has not stopped looking for you and Hotch is on the phone with the Coast Guard. They might be able to help if they’d seen a plane go crashing down--if that’s what happened.

“I’m trying to find something I can use that--Wait! I found something. Reports are flooding in from a cruise ship that claims it saw a plane go crashing down in flames.”

“Oh, my God,” JJ whispers and lets her tears fall.

“Okay, I’ll be in touch,” Hotch says and hangs up. “Find that plane, Garcia.”

It hurt like a bitch but you managed to sew your skin together to keep your wound closed. Your hands and leg are covered in your blood, but no new blood has seeped out of your wound. Before you wrap the wound in gauze, you need to clean the wound. There isn’t much when it comes to cleaning solutions but there is a small stream of water close to where the plane crashed.

If you couldn’t put weight on your leg before, you certainly can’t do it now. You scoot along the ground over to where the stream is with the gauze in hand. This is a fresh water stream so it doesn’t burn when you clean your leg and wound. Once done, you place the gauze around your leg to prevent bugs and dirt from getting into the wound and infecting it. If you don’t receive medical care soon, you’re scared you’re going to lose your leg.

Who knows when you’re going to get found or if the BAU even knows you’re gone? You were on the phone with them when the plane landed so they must know something happened to you. When are you going to get found? Are you going to get found? What will happen to your leg if you don’t get to a hospital?

The first thing you need to do is find shelter because you’ve already found water to drink, which you take some time to rehydrate. You don’t have the best survival skills when it comes to this kind of stuff, but you do know you need to shelter yourself from the hot sun and the cold nights. Parts of the plane will have to do since you’re not sure how you’re going to build something with a busted leg and have no knowledge of how to do this.

Fortunately, there is a section of the plane that is hollow enough for you to fit comfortably inside. The next thing you need to do is build a fire to keep you warm during the night. Your parents sent you to summer camps when you were younger that taught you how to survive in the wild if you ever needed to, but that was such a long time ago. You used to be an expert at making fires but you haven’t used this skill in such a long time.

You can either use your glasses to magnify the sun to start a fire, use two rocks to create a spark, or rub two pieces of wood together to create enough friction for a fire. Either way, you’re stuck trying to make the fire all day. As long as the sun is still up, you have hope that a fire can be started before nightfall.

The only supplies you have are three guns and a knife Derek gifted to you for Christmas last year. If you want to eat, you’ll have to kill for it before the animals kill you. Besides the fire crackling next to you and the sounds of animals, there are no sounds to give you comfort. There is no doubt that the animals smell your blood and the dead bodies. They will come for you sooner or later, and you pray it’s the latter.

Don’t fall asleep. You’re scared they’ll get you if you fall asleep.

Penelope comes into work extra early to try and find where the plane is. No one got any good sleep knowing you’re out there suffering and JJ refused to sleep without you next to her. She is exhausted when she comes to work but she won’t stop until you’re found.

“Pen, did you find anything?” she yawns and grabs some coffee.

“I might have.” Both she and JJ walk to the briefing room where everyone else is. “So, I found the general area where Y/N could have landed, but it’s not an exact location.”

“That’s good, right?” Spencer asks.

“No. The problem is that there are twenty islands within that vicinity, and I can’t narrow down the list. She’s in the Bahamas.”

For being in the Bahamas, this fucking sucks. You’re in some kind of jungle with no one around you for hundreds of miles. Whatever went wrong with the plane, you don’t think you were meant to be a survivor. It could have been a mechanical failure, the pilot could have done this on purpose, or someone could have shot you out of the sky. Without your team here, you’re not sure how you crash-landed.

Your leg isn’t doing any better because it’s throbbing, and even through the bandages you can see how infected it is. You’re trying to wash it out with water every so often to keep it clean but it’s hard, and the first aid kit isn’t helping much anymore. You’re starving since you haven't eaten anything since before you left Florida. You haven’t had the heart to kill anything because you hate killing live animals. JJ often makes fun of you for not being able to kill a fly so it’s heartbreaking knowing you’ll have to kill an animal for food.

How long will you be able to live like this before you succumb to the sweet relief of death?

The first two islands that the BAU searched were a bust. They started with the smallest ones in hopes you’ll be there but nothing came up. It took a couple of days per island to search and the longer you go unfound, the more JJ’s heart breaks.

Days turned to weeks that turned to months, and you’re not sure if you’re ever going to go home. You’re lying on the ground in silence except for the animals who have definitely gotten closer to you. They’re eating through the dead bodies and will eventually make their way to you. You don’t have enough bullets to protect yourself with, but maybe you can make it another week.

At least the stars look pretty.

It takes weeks to scour through the bigger islands with the hope of finding you alive getting smaller and smaller. Half of the team believes you’re dead while the other half are starting to think that. JJ flat-out refuses to believe you’re gone until she sees a body. The only reason they’re still looking for you and wasting resources is that you’d do the same for them if they were lost. You’re part of their family and they need to find you dead or alive at this point.

Eventually, they reach one of the biggest islands in that group of twenty. They only have a few more islands to go through so if they don’t find you within those, there’s no telling where you can be.

“Y/N!” JJ yells as she treks through the dense forest. The rest of the team is behind her looking and calling out for you as well. There is a helicopter above you to get some aerial views of the islands. They walk a mile further into the island when they see the first sign that you’re here: part of the plane. “Guys! Look! Y/N!!”

You’re lying on the ground in so much pain from your leg and from your stomach. You’ve eaten very little since the crash so you’ve lost a lot of weight which means you’re so tired. You don’t have any bullets anymore to protect yourself but what’s the point if you’re going to die here anyway? You close your eyes to get some sleep when you hear your name being faintly called.

Are you hallucinating? This isn’t the first time you thought you heard your wife calling for you. Maybe this has been a really bad dream and you’re at home in bed with JJ. Your leg isn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be but it’s very red and oozing pus even through the gauze.

“Y/N!”

“I’m here,” you mutter weakly. The team follows the plane parts to where the main crash is and where you are. JJ gasps and runs over to you to make sure you’re alive. “You found me.”

“I’m right here. Oh, my God! Guys! I found her!” JJ cries.

Derek and Emily join JJ’s side to help you while the rest checks on the others even though it’s pretty clear they’re dead.

“They’ve been dead for months,” you groan as they help you sit up. “I’m so happy to see you guys.”

Hotch takes out his phone to contact the people in the helicopters.

“We found her. We need a medic down here.”

“You don’t have to worry anymore. You’re gonna be okay,” JJ promises.

You’re taken to the States immediately with JJ and Hotch in the helicopter with you while the others stay behind to get the dead bodies back to their families and to figure out why the plane went down. You’re taken into surgery as soon as you get to the hospital which lasted more than twenty-four hours. They saved your leg but you’re going to have to endure physical therapy for months to get you back to how you were walking before, and you might not even get there.

Still, you’d take this over dying alone any day.

You’re severely malnourished so you’re hooked up to IVs to give you the nutrients you’ve lacked for months.

“JJ?” you whisper.

She is by the window just thinking when she hears your voice. She quickly turns and joins your side by the bed. She takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“What is it, baby?”

“I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Don’t. This is not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I tried for months to keep the animals off them, but I guess I wasn’t successful,” you cry. JJ wants to cry for you knowing what you must have gone through but she doesn’t let them fall. “I’m so hungry.”

“Do you want jello?”

“Yes, please,” you sniffle.

She leaves the room in search of some jello which gives you time to reflect on your future as a person and with the BAU. You’re not so sure you can continue this job because these last two months have changed you in ways you never thought you’d change, and you don’t think it’s for the better.

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[mqsi]

hey i love your writing and was wondering if you could do one where reader is besties with balde and he brings reader with him to training almost every time they train but reader is bored so they draw while barca train and they cant help but draw more and more portraits of pedri, analyse him and stuff (like gradually catching feelings for him - crush) and one day they leave their sketchbook somehwere and balde and pedri find it and then everything is up to you :) thank you for letting me rant

Hi love, thank you! As an artist myself I’m happy for this request💙

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You were close friends with Balde so It was expected from him to go and drag you on his practice or anything that included football. You were happy to attend his games but training grounds were something else.

You met a lot of his teammates but watching them train gradually became boring yet you didn’t want to disappoint your friend by not tagging along whenever he calls. You found escape in bringing a sketchbook, at first just sketching Balde in various poses.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander on a certain brunette, analysing his form. You respected Pedri as a player and he was also nice in person. But his good looks were a nice bonus as well. You got lost in thought as you pulled the lines on the paper, sketching Pedri’s face. A slight blush crept up your cheeks.

Next time, you let yourself draw his full body. His arms exposed with sweat decorating the skin. You caught yourself analysing his features, the way his nose curved and the stubble on his chin. The way his hair flew in the wind and his eyes turned to honey in the sun.

How he rolls the shorts up and the way he smiles. How he playfully pushes Gavi or teases Ferran. From practice to practice, your sketchbook became full of Pedri in different situations. That’s when you realized that you might have developed a crush for the midfielder.

Just as you placed down the sketchbook on the bench next to you, Balde came running to you, seemingly running away from someone.

“HELP ME” he yelled, pulling you off the bench. You started laughing and played along with the tag game they started on the field. So much that you forgot about the sketchbook on the bench, leaving without it.

On his way back to the locker room, Pedri noticed your little treasure. He immidiately knew it was yours, as he noticed you always holding a pen and 9/10 times looking at him. So the drawings were no surprise when he flipped trough the pages.

Being honest, he did always find you quite cute. The way you scrunched your face in concetration while drawing and how you taught that he didn’t catch your stares.

That’s when he got an idea. Since you already left with Balde, he pulled out his phone and called him.

“We were together 15 minutes ago?”

“Yeah I am not calling for you, are you still with y/n? Can you give her the phone?”

Balde made a face but handed you the phone anyway.

“Hey?” You asked, still completely unaware that your sketchbook was forgotten, let alone in Pedri’s hands.

“Hey hermosa, don’t you think you left something?”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, your face was hot and breathing was harder.

“Um, can you leave it where you found it, I’ll come back for it now”

“Uh oh, I’m worried that It’s already in my bag and I’m already in my car so if you want it, you can come over and I’ll give it to you” Pedri said, which was obviously a lie since he was standing in the middle of the field still.

“What?” You nervously asked.

“You heard me, and I don’t see the problem really, it seems that you enjoy looking at me”

You felt your face heat up even more and you tried to compose yourself to speak.

“Fine, I’ll ask Balde to drop me off at your place later today, is that okay?”

“More than okay”

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a/n: I HAD TO USE Y/N HERE CAUSE THERE WAS NO OTHER WAY FOR HIM TO ASK AND I HATE IT

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Could you do a oneshot where the reader gets chased by the Hyde through the woods (doesn't really see what it was). She runs into Xavier and he makes fun of her about the "moster in the woods" but when he sees how freaked out she is he gets her somewhere safe and comforts her? Maybe Rivals to lovers or friends to lovers? Thank youuu! I'm obsessed with your Xavier stories! He's so in character xx

thank you so much!

OH, YOU'RE SERIOUS?!

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: none Notes: I'm sorry for not getting to Requests sooner, there are so many, also apparently some of them aren't appearing that people have submitted, so I am sorry for that!

you ran past the trees and jumping over the logs and rocks on the ground as you fled the forest, trying to escape the huge lanky monster.

you didn't have enough air in your lungs to scream for help as you ran as fast as you could.

you tripped on a rock and fell down as you got to a shed on the edge of the woods.

you quickly pulled yourself up from the dirt and hurried around the shed where you your head collided with a chest, you backed up startled in fear and sighed

"Xavier!" you yelled

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing your sweaty, tired and tense state

you heard a noise behind you and your head snapped in the direction. seeing a rabbit come out of the bushes, you looked around your surroundings and began tearing up, freaked out.

"hey, hey, hey, tell me what's wrong, why are you sweating?"

"big, tall- skinny, huge-" you stuttered

"me?" he joked

"monster, in there, chased me" you panted as you pointed to where you came from

"A monster? in the woods" he chuckled "did Ajax get you high?"

"I don't do drugs, there- it chased me, it was right in front of me!" you pleaded for him to believe you.

you two were pretty close friends, so you thought you could trust him with things

"are you sure it wasn't a deer or something?" he questioned

"Xavier there was a fucking monster chasing me in the woods, I know what a deer looks like. I want to leave this place right now, it's not safe here and I'm really scared" you begged

"oh, you're being serious?"" his face fell as he saw the tears in your eyes and the way your body was shaking

he looked around and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you shuddered

"come on. we'll stay here for a bit, in case it comes back." he lead you into his shed

Xavier didn't fully believe you, yes, he believed in monsters, how could he not? but he assumed you just got startled by something and started running, but something about the way you trembled and sobbed made him question his thought process.

he sat you down to comfort you, telling you it will be ok and that you were safe, even though he didn't fully know that.

he wasn't scared as much as he was worried. but definitely feared for your safety.

"what if it comes back?" your voice wobbled

"I don't want to find out, but if it does, I'll protect you" he spoke softly

"no, no. you wouldn't be able to do anything, it's massive, Xavier. it would be able to kill both of us at the same time" you panicked, remembering how close it got to catching you

"I don't care, it could have me as you run away, I'll distract it, I don't care, as long as you're safe. I. will. protect. you" he argued.

"but-"

"-no buts, ok? I love you and I won't let anything happen to you" he cut you off

your eyes widened as you looked at him in the eyes "you love me?"

"of course I do, now, describe it to me" he sat on a stool beside you and took his sketchpad and a pencil to start sketching

"it's a feeling you have for someone or something you care deeply about" you started to answer him

"I meant the monster, Sweetheart" he looked up at you with a smile

"oh- right sorry" you apologised sheepishly

"it's alright, we can do this later" he placed the book aside, moving closer to you

"you feeling any better?" he rubbed your back

you shook your head as you stared at him

"why not?" he muttered

"because I'm already freaking it out and you telling me you love me is freaking me out more" you exclaimed

"ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" he held your hand

"it's not upsetting me it's freaking me out, you told me you love me!" you rushed

"alright. well I've been more focused on making sure you feel safe" he reasoned

"I do feel safe, I'm with you" you admitted, making him smile down at you

"that's good to hear" he chuckled

he pulled you closer to him, pulling you onto his lap and cradling you in his arms

"I won't let anything happen to you" he cooed as he kissed your forehead

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I was gonna make them kiss but then realised you don't have to kiss, you have the right to wait.

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[octuscle]

Goddamn dude you’re two for two, I’d fucking kiss you if Boss wouldn’t have my ass for it. He says I’m all hisSNDNFIDDN

Shit sorry, hard to type while I’ve got a weapon of mass destruction up my asSKSHFDBD

Okayokay shit I’ll make this quick ‘fore he breaks my phone. He doesn’t like it when my attention ain’t on him. I know you’re probably sick of all my requests but I really need this one from you man. I don’t want Boss to be my boss anymore. Or, not just my boss. I…I-uhh wannaAJSFHRI

AAAH FUCK okay I want ‘im to be my husband. Lock him down so I can always be his and he’ll be mine and all that sweet shit. Call me a romantic, or a whore I don’t care. My problem is, apparently our situation is “unethical”. Yeah he’s Big BoOPSNXD

Fuck! He’s Big Boss to me and all the guys under me but even he’s got assholes in charge of him and they’re already breathing down his neck for all the private meetings with me. But I don’t wanna leave this job. I love the guys, I love leading them and working with ‘em, they’re like family. So is there a way you can make boss above all those dickheads in suits above him? Or maybe just persuade them or make them more understanding of our—oh shit, am I gonna say this? Of our lovVEGEIDHHK

CHRISTONABIKE alright fuck it dude I’m sending this shit as is, just please help me out again, I swear I’ll do anything you ask for it. FUCK yes sir I’m putting it down I’m putting it down—-

This is a sequel to this asks here:

Dude, like I always say: Never fuck the company! That's why my supervisor always makes me a muscular employee at KFC when he has a craving for my cock. But that has not been the question at all.

It didn't take long for word of your affair to spread all the way to the board. And it only takes afew hours that you have an appointment with the CEO and the head of HR. To relieve the stress, you had another quick fuck in the bathroom. Now your suits sit reasonably well over your muscular bodies again, the wide open shirts show a lot of your hairy chest! You look great, unlike the two fat guys sitting across from you in the conference room. They've certainly never seen the inside of a gym or stood in the mud of a construction site in their work boots.

Head of HR begins his speech. "It has come to our attention, Jack, that you are having a sexual relationship with one of your co-workers and are doing so in the workplace." Your boss or daddy raises his hand, asks to interrupt for a moment, puts one hand in the inside pocket of his jacket, pulls out a ring, takes your hand, puts the ring on it and says "Just to clarify, this is not just a co-worker but also my fiancé." You can't help but stick your tongue down his throat. For a brief moment you forget about the two assholes in the room. But when you end the kiss and look back at the CEO and Head of HR, they both look changed. Most noticeably, their stern expressions have given way to an almost cheeky grin. And somehow there's the shadow of a beard on their flabby chins. And the facial features are starting to become less flabby.

"So Jack and Mike," the CEO begins. "You know that diversity is extremely important in the company. We think it's great that the two of you as a couple set such a great example of an open and colorful society." You grin. Your fiancé and you tend to wear black. Black suit and black shirt at the office, black leather at night. Colorful? Well… The head of HR continues: "We know it's not really your job, but could you imagine being the faces of our new recruiting campaign? Both take off their jackets and hang them over the backs of the conference chairs. Fuck, they spend every free minute in the gym. You secretly stroke Jack's bulge under the table.

The CEO is no longer so discreet. He stands up and sketches the campaign schedule on the flipchart with one hand. And has the other in his sweatpants. And his colleague is also kneading his bulge. The two of them are barely older than you. Certainly a few years younger than your fiancé Jack. The head of HR turns to you, looks you in the eye and licks his lips. The CEO leaves the flipchart and goes to Jack, stands behind him, runs his hand down his unbuttoned shirt and starts playing with Jack's nipple. A few seconds later, the Head of HR has lowered the blinds and dimmed the lights via the building control app.

After an intense interaction, Peter and Steven have given you the rest of the day off. You should celebrate your engagement. And the two of them have a lot planned for the rest of the day anyway.

Pic of your CEO and head of HR found @maxx-magnum

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[ellivenollivander]

Request that Amit gets a cute first kiss with MC he's been pining for all year and is so flustered. He tells his friends about it after and blushes all over again talking about it. PLZZ 🥺❤️

Also, ily 💖

Thank you for this request for our favorite starboy ✨ I love writing for him, he deserves all of the smooches. I hope you have as much fun reading it, that I had writing it! Summary: Amit once again finds himself being dragged along by MC on one of her many adventures, but He seems to be into the company as much as the quest. Word Count: 6,695 Rating: PG (Just smoochin' and mentions of smoochin') TW: Anxiety Mention A/N: I have had this idea of MC using the ruse of Merlin Trials to spend more time with Amit, and I am so happy I finally found inspiration to bring it to life. Obviously had to tweak a few moments from in-game to make it more interesting for storytelling.

For The Love Of Merlin

Amit had never spent very much time out in nature, before he arrived at Hogwarts at 11 years old. The closest he’d ever come to a walk through the countryside were the weekend afternoons spent in the botanical gardens of muggle London with his parents and two sisters. Surrounded by fig and European beech trees, he would trail behind his family, little arms balancing a journal and field guides as he took notes and sketches of the birds and blooms that had made the gardens their home. His family’s chatter would be muffled by his own thoughts and the overwhelming sensations of the gardens. 

His daylight hours at Hogwarts, not spent studying his coursework, were now being spent trailing after MC across the Highlands, assisting her in her search to find, solve and complete what she called Merlin Trials. The time the two sixth years were spending together had Amit quickly becoming much fonder of the natural world, and he held no doubt in his mind that his desperate pining for his traveling companion was the cause for his newfound passion. 

Their little adventures outside of the castle had begun the first Saturday afternoon after the start of term of their sixth year. MC had found him in the library, studying ancient runes, after apparently interrogating his friends on his whereabouts. She had no qualms about her interruption of his work, sliding herself into the wooden chair at his side and sporting a mischievous grin. 

They had been casual friends up to this point, just a bit more than acquaintances, peers. Her casual ease around him, as if they had always been the closest of friends, always caught Amit off guard whenever they would interact, forcing his own greeting to come out in an embarrassing stammer.

“I think I have figured out a way you can pay me back for dragging me around to find that old astronomy table last year.” Her voice was light, and teasing as she sat beside him, her fingers absent-mindedly running across the stack of books Amit had in front of him, her eyes grazing over the titles. He did not resist the urge to pull his books from her reach, and offered her a small scowl, unwelcome memories of fire and fear and angry goblins out for his blood commandeering his train of thought. 

“I thought I had paid you back. I gave you my telescope, and was dragged through a goblin mine.” He paused, taking a beat. “I still have nightmares about that by the way. The goblin mine, not the telescope. It really was enough… er… adventure for a lifetime.” They rarely talked about their shared excursion into the mine that Ranrok’s loyalists had tunneled into the mountainside, seeming to have come to a silent understanding that the memory be best left between the pages of Amit’s journal, and his own nightmares. 

When he looked at her face again, it had softened from gleeful mischief to one of remorse and guilt, and Amit was suddenly filled with the same. MC had not left Amit unthanked for what he deemed a miniscule contribution to her journey on becoming the Hero of Hogwarts. The morning after he had a restless night of sleep from the horrors he had encountered, he had been greeted with a pile of sweets from Honeydukes that could only be described as a haul and a book on all of the good and worthy contributions goblinkind offered to the wizarding world, and tucked inside its cover, a letter of gratitude signed from A Friend, and MC’s name. 

MC nudged him with her knee, voice still soft to accommodate the silent library, her gaze fixed on the glass window above them, staring out into the gray September sky. 

“I’m sorry. I am grateful for that, you know… I.” Her mouth closed, suddenly. As if she had stopped herself from saying something more. “...I, I was teasing and I promise this new favor shouldn’t be nearly as dangerous. I think you’ll quite enjoy it actually.” 

Amit's curiosity won over all of the qualms and trepidation he felt over fulfilling a favor for MC, fearless adventurer and hero. 

“Alright, what is it?” 

MC had wasted no time in recollecting every moment that had brought her here beside Amit in the sun-soaked library. How it had started the year before, when she had encountered an older woman south of Hogwarts searching for remnants of Merlin himself across the lands surrounding their school, and how MC had joined in the search on her own adventures across the Scottish highlands; when the two witches had succeeded in completing one of the so-called trials. 

“Anyway…” MC continued, a bit breathless from her storytelling. “I didn’t have much time last year with my playing catch-up with my coursework and, well… you know.” She trailed off, taking a breath and plastering on a smile that faded ever so slightly at the runaround mention of her heroics. “I’ve been staying with this lovely woman in Upper Hogsfield, Dorothy Sprottle, over the school holidays and I think I’ve stumbled across a few, but am having trouble figuring them out… on my own. So I figured I’d ask for help from a friend.” 

Amit was reeling from the sudden onslaught of information, but his excitement grew at the prospect of encountering magic left by Merlin, a legendary wizard by all accounts, and it overcame his thoughts of self doubt that someone as capable as MC would require his help with anything. He did his best to ignore his face growing hot and flushed at MC seeking him out specifically for the task.  

“Okay. Show me.”

Weeks later, with many a solved Merlin trial under their belts, Amit now simply looked forward to the time he was spending with MC outside of the Castle. The intellectual challenges they faced with the solving of the trials were an added benefit rather than an end goal, and Amit was proud to now call MC one of his closest friends. 

It wasn’t until a group of the adventurous duo and their friends had come together for a butterbeer that Amit had realized his platonic love for MC was not at all platonic. 

The epiphany of sorts had fallen upon him just after their winter break when Amit had been sitting across from her at the Three Broomsticks, studying her smiling face, trying to reconcile the cheerful girl across from him with the stories she had shared about what had occurred beneath the castle less than a year prior.

The sip she had been taking from her butterbeer had been interrupted with a loud laugh, caused by Andrew Larson having relayed a story of accidentally transfiguring his grandmother's cat into a teacup over the break, and how the poor creature had transfigured back just as the old woman was about to pour a cup of tea. MC’s own beverage had spewed everywhere, making the laughter at the table increase tenfold, but Amit had been the first to stifle his laughter, when his gaze fell on the foam above her smile and he felt the urge to kiss it from her lips. 

He had abruptly excused himself, scraping his chair back and knocking over his own butterbeer in his frenzied state, taken aback by his own thoughts, and suddenly feeling as though the room was quite stuffy, the walls closing in on him. He had cleaned up the mess, waving off the concerned queries from his friends, and bolted out of the building. 

The cold winter breeze was soothing on Amit’s heated skin, and the gulping of the icy air steadied his breathing just enough to allow his lungs to properly inhale and exhale. A deep breath in, holding it for the count of three, and exhaling, his breath hanging in front of him. He repeated the motion, over and over and over until he felt okay again. A ritual his parents had sat through with him countless times throughout his life, whenever everything felt like too much, like being alive in itself was unbearable. 

He continued walking, every nerve in his body trembling with the way his own thoughts had shaken him, the village was lively and bustling with activity, but Amit was so lost in his own spiral he wouldn’t have noticed if a stampede of graphorns abruptly barreled through the streets.

Though one sound managed to make its way through the heavy fog of his mind. MC, calling his name and running towards him from the pub, still tugging on her coat and a befuddled Andrew Larson peeking out from the open doors, letting it close when he saw MC beelining for their friend. 

“Amit! Are you alright?” The Ravenclaw boy tucked his chin into his scarf as he slowed his pace, despite his mind telling him to keep walking, faster, trying to convince him that if she gets too close, she’ll see it, she’ll know. Everything else inside of him pulled him to a stop, letting her catch up to him in the street. He shoved his sweaty hands deeper into his pockets, protecting himself from the cold and her from noticing the tremor of his nervous hands. 

As her footsteps grew closer, he let himself take another deep breath, holding it for one, two, three..

“Yes… Yes, I just remembered that I’m on prefect rounds tonight, and want to get a start on my Potions essay beforehand.” 

Amit could not miss the look of skepticism on MC’s face, and as if she was turning his words over in her head, she, blissfully, must have deemed them acceptable, her face relaxing back into her usual smile as she began to skip alongside him. 

“Alright, well. I think I found another trial. I was out collecting horklumps near Marunweem for Mrs. Spottle over break and found another stone swirl, and I think I found all of the pillars for it.” 

He was already going over his schedule on when they could go, the excitement of chasing down yet another Merlin Trial at MC’s side was rapidly replacing his nerves over his revelation. He often found himself having second and third thoughts with his choice on becoming a prefect, feeling something akin to regret about the time it was taking away from moments he could be spending with MC. He shook off the thought and the familiar flutter in his stomach at the prospect of being alone with MC, refocusing on the task at hand, which was how far Marunweem was from their school. Too far to take care of after classes on a weekday, lamenting at the realization that they’d have to get to it on the weekend.  

He grabbed MC’s robe sleeve with an exasperated huff, putting a stop to her skipping on the cobblestone slick with ice as they descended a slight slope in their path, MC complied with Amit’s silent demand, easing his anxiety over her putting herself in the hospital wing with a fall. 

“MC… If you found the trial you know you can just finish it without me. You don’t really need my help anymore.” 

He took a beat, pausing to allow a gaggle of witches to cross on the street in front of them, giving them a friendly smile, despite the anxious thoughts running rampant through his mind about MC not needing him.

She knows how to solve them now, what does she need me for? She’s the one that always finds them, anyway. Will she stop seeking me out? Will our friendship wither away? Are we even friends? What if she really just wanted my help with the trials and our friendship was all in my head? What happens if we find all of them? 

Amit hadn’t continued walking long after the witches had passed as he forced himself to meet MC’s gaze, despite the thumping of his heart. Her gaze didn’t falter, and he couldn’t help but notice the dusting of a blush on her cheeks. Perhaps she didn’t wish for him to come along any longer, and was too kind to say as much. 

He gave her what he hoped was a calm and convincing smile, placing an unsteady hand on her shoulder and steeling himself for the opportunity he was giving her to cut him out. Breathe in, breathe out for one two three…

“You know that you really do not have to come fetch me each time you find one, MC. I understand that I did my part in helping you figure out how to solve them, I understand if you no longer need me. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me. I will understand, really. I appreciate you even including me in the first place.”

MC made a sound, something between a laugh and a scoff as she pulled them back into a stride. The fingers she wrapped around his arm as she all but dragged him through the blustery Hogsmeade streets, had Amit fighting to prevent himself from pulling it from her grasp, the feeling of her hand on his body, even in the most innocent of ways, nearly too much for him to bear.

He could feel his mind descending into a state of dolefulness, as if grieving the relative ease of their friendship before his realization, when now, his mind was latching on to every innocent moment between them and sullying it with his own hidden desires for more. 

“Amit, Of course I am going to continue kidnapping you to come along to these trials. I…” MC clears her throat, her face flushing a deeper pink. “I suppose I no longer consider them just mine any longer… They’re ours now.”

She hasn’t dropped his arm, still gently pulling him along through the archway leading out of the village, Amit feeling grateful for the added stability her touch was now lending him, as her words had made him a bit dizzy with affection and glee. His throat was once again very dry, mouth opening and closing with his brain refilling with fog at her belief that the trials were theirs now. 

It was MC’s turn to pull them to a stop, halfway across the bridge and out of the middle of the path. Amit was still at a loss for words, having no idea how to show his love and appreciation for the time he was spending with her without showing more.

One… Two…

Just as he was about to try and speak, she started again, her voice a smidge higher than Amit was used to hearing. “But if you don’t want to come along any longer, if you’re too busy or have too much work or not enough time with your prefect duties or if you simply no longer enjoy it or find it boring, I understand. You’re right I can figure them out on my own now. I can do it without you, I was just saying it’s much more enjoyable with y- with a friend.” 

The panic clear in her voice, undoubtedly caused by Amit’s delayed, or lack thereof, of a response had him biting back an amused grin. His anxiety giving into the glee he still felt over her admission, encouraged by the humor he found in the confident and steadfast MC becoming flustered. 

Leaning against the stone side of the bridge, he nudged MC with his shoulder, a teasing grin splitting his face.

“Careful there, MC. Starting to think you’re spending too much time with me, rambling on like that.” 

She returned his nudge with a roll of her eyes and a dramatic scoff, pushing herself off the side of the bridge and back into a confident stride, her hands tucking themselves into the pockets of her coat. 

Amit followed her, matching her gait and still chuckling to himself. 

“Of course I enjoy it, I love it! I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to include me if you didn’t want to.” 

MC assured him, once more, that she did want him along. That she truly felt that the trials were a collaborative effort now, after all they had accomplished together, and by the time they reached the long road back to Hogwarts, they had agreed to seek out the one near Marunweem next weekend. 

With the topic now settled, They fell into easy chatter on their trek back to school. With every step, and every joke shared, Amit found himself feeling better and better about the situation he found himself in, as if being alone with MC was his own personal calming draught. As they finally passed through the looming iron gates of Hogwarts, Amit had convinced himself he would take these moments with MC over losing her entirely with an awkward confession of his desires. 

~*~ With only a week left of the school year, Amit found pride in the way he had managed to cope with and hide away the feelings he held for MC. He kept himself busy with his prefect duties and his coursework, not allowing his mind any time to be idle, and he was still finding solace and joy in the time he spent with MC, which, ever since that day in Hogsmeade, had grown into something more than just Merlin Trials. Now it was rare to see one without the other, MC even making herself at home in Amit’s group of friends. 

Their time together now, felt bittersweet as they ascended the path up to their destination, the final Merlin trial of their sixth year. The jagged and ancient rock surrounding them, making his heart thump with anxious recollections of the last time he had followed MC into the mountains. 

Breathe in and Breathe out for one… two...three.

He fixed his gaze on MC ahead of him, her long hair bouncing across her back in two braids, as she led the way ahead, with the usual skip in her step. Her laugh of victory ringing through the quiet, spring afternoon as she recognized and pointed to a familiar round stone resting in the dirt of a large clearing the two had just stepped onto. His heart soared, thumping in his chest for a different reason as he watched her weathered boots, and spinning skirt, hopping onto the stone swirl, and twirling in delight, the first step to their task at hand. A ritual she had started during their very first trial together, and now a superstition she held to ensure their success. 

When she completed her little dance, she hopped right back into the dirt and stuck her tongue out at Amit, who was giving her his best teasing, chastising look. 

“It’s tradition, Amit.”  She tossed her satchel to the ground, her gaze following Amit who had already begun to circle and survey the surrounding area for further signs of the trial, searching for pillars or spheres or cubes with etches of spellcasting clues. 

“It feels sacrilegious, MC.” He sidled up beside her, once he caught glimpses of a group of small spheres lying amongst the thicket around them, held in place by a covering of green vines. 

She ignored him, digging back into her satchel for the glass jar filled with the dried leaves of mallowsweet, shaking the contents into Amit’s readied, outstretched hand before doing the same with her own. They stood together, wearing matching smiles as they closed their fists around the small piles of the necessary herb. 

“Ready?” 

Amit gave her a nod of his head, still smiling, the air now fizzling with excitement with the old magic they were experiencing with each and every trial. He moved to the opposite side of the circle, and on the count of three, the two students spread the green leaves over the stone swirl. 

Ever mesmerized by these moments, neither of them pulled their gaze away from the vines that had been covering the stone disappearing at the touch of the mallowsweet, pulling away from their resting place like devils snare running from the light. 

With his mind focused on the task at hand, Amit was able to chance a glance at MC’s smiling face and let himself fall a little more in love with the brave and awe-struck girl, before pulling himself away from the circle and leading the way up a small hill. 

“It’s one of the easy ones, the spheres? Marbles? I never remember what we decided to call them. Not sure where the rest are though.”

MC followed, wand at the ready and her braids whipping around, narrowly missing Amit’s face, as she searched for the objects’ final resting place, which should have been more stone circles in the ground, carved with cavities for the little spheres to fall into. 

They managed to find the stone plates that were their goal, buried beneath weeds and natural growth over the years of being lost to time, waiting for someone to wake them from their slumber and unlock the magic of Merlin. The first set had been easy enough, using their knowledge of spellwork and experience to gingerly place the spheres onto and inside their respective stone plate. 

Casual conversation regarding the end of term and their mutual friends filled the silence as they searched for another set of spheres, Amit finding himself just as content in the prospect of not finding them, if it meant he could spend the rest of his day with MC, until the setting sun pushed them back to the castle. His thoughts, dangerously on the edge of romantic, were interrupted by a flood of fear when he turned around to see MC scaling the side of the mountain. 

“What are you doing?!”

On their adventures in the last year, Amit should have been accustomed to MC not giving a second thought to throwing herself into potentially dangerous situations, he had witnessed her performing many perilous acts on their journeys. From jumping from pillars taller than buildings to attempting to cross raging rivers that could surely claim her life. He didn’t think he ever would be, though. His anxious mind simply would not allow it, but he was unsurprised at her casual retort of searching for a better vantage point.

He knew better than to talk her out of it, or chastise her for her recklessness, he loved her for who she was, and he did his best to trust her when she so fiercely trusted herself. Who was he to question the Hero of Hogwarts? 

“Well, be careful.” He gave her a needless reminder, taking a step back to keep an eye on her as she climbed higher along the rock, his fingers wrapping around his own wand, ready to save her from a fall if her grip slipped. 

MC made a sound of victory, her head tilting towards the ground from her spot on the rock, her toes balancing on a jagged stone that looked much too narrow for Amit’s comfort. He took a deep breath, exhaling for one, two, three to steady his breathing on the brink of panic. 

“What is it? Do you see them?”  “Don’t fret, Amit. Your torture will soon be through.” MC laughed, kindly, at the shaking of Amit’s voice and her own teasing, before moving parallel to the ground across the mountainside, until she was above what he assumed to be her goal and dropped to the ground, disappearing from Amit’s line of sight behind a wall of large boulders. 

It was silent in the clearing, long enough for Amit’s mind to visualize MC breaking every bone in her body, but 

before he could yell back to her, taking a step closer to the boulders to confirm life, she was yelling at him to stand back, taking a beat before adding that a shield charm probably wouldn’t hurt. 

He didn’t question it, or her. She was the duo’s unspoken leader, and Amit, her loyal subject. He would follow her into the pits of hell if she asked him too. He took a step back, as far as he could whilst still feeling stable on his feet near the edge of the precipice, and covered himself with a shielding charm.

As if waiting for him to recite the incantation, the moment the magical shield enveloped him the smallest of the boulders exploded, causing Amit to instinctively flinch and cower away from the flying debris. When the dust from the devastated boulder settled, he scowled in MC’s direction, dropping his shield. 

“You could have warned me, you know!” She stood against the mountain wall, a smile of victory on her face and her wand still in her hand. She strode further into the little clearing that had been tucked behind the wall of boulders and gave him a shrug of her shoulders.

“I told you to stand back.” 

Amit rolled his eyes, but crossed back over to stand beside her in the clearing, where, sure enough, lay the small spheres they had been searching for. After giving MC a careful and reluctant good job, the two of them set to work in getting them into their place in the stone plate. 

Two down, one to go.

They set off again, searching for the last set of spheres to complete the trial. Regardless of how many trials they completed, Amit always felt a rush of excitement as they contemplated and discussed and played with the old magic surrounding the puzzles left by a renowned wizard, the aspiring historian in himself never took for granted the opportunity MC had given him by requesting his help.

The two explorers had to come to terms with the fact that the final set of spheres were not in or near the large clearing that held the stone plates or the stone swirl, and agreed to set out further up the northern path to widen their search.

Amit walked close to MC, the high mountain rock still filling with him a sense of dread and unease, making his stomach twist into an anxious knot with the memories of the most traumatic day of his life, but the backs of their hands grazing one another as they swung in time with their gait, brought him a sense of peace that he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from. He took a deep breath, exhaling it in one… two… three… trying to calm the nerves that wracked his body in more ways than one. He swore he could hear his own heartbeat pounding against his chest as they walked in what he believed MC found to be a comfortable silence. 

Finally finding the last set of spheres, nearly completely camouflaged amongst a smattering of rocks and the long grass at the side of the path, set against the base mountainside. It was a bit more work getting them back down to the clearing to set them away, seeming to have a mind of their own despite both Amit and MC working in tandem with their spellwork.

Though as it always was with MC, fun and joyous regardless of the obstacles they faced, Amit found himself laughing along with her as they attempted to corral the stubborn objects into place. He had doubled over with laughter of his own when she had taken off at a sprint to catch a wayward sphere from rolling off the cliffside, and fallen into the dirt, sliding in the gravel and landing on her bottom. 

He had to take a new sort of deep breath to calm himself when she returned, hugging the quivering sphere to her chest, the object desperate to return to its brethren and its captor giving Amit a proper scowl, after he had been the one quick-witted enough to pull the sphere to a stop with Arresto Momentum, just as MC had taken her tumble. 

“Couldn’t have thought of that sooner?” 

Amit pulled the sphere from her hand, dropping it to the ground to let it roll back to its comrades, still not in their place, and gave her a teasing grin. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to chase it! I was simply caught off guard, and then was very distracted by watching you run after it, it was quite the sight. It was a real treat to see you fall though. Thank you, I needed the laugh after the stress of exams.” 

MC rolled her eyes, flipping her braids dramatically as she sauntered away from him, back to her attempts at getting the spheres into their proper place at the stone plate, when they neared the lip of the stone she paused to take a deep breath of her own. 

Amit moved to take his place by her side, this was always their shared favorite part, watching the final piece of the puzzle click into place and reveal to them their success. With a gentle nudge to her arm with his own, MC took another deep, shaky breath, her face flushed a deep pink that Amit couldn’t help but question. 

Had she been hurt with her fall? A concussion, maybe? 

Just as Amit was about to ask after her wellbeing, he was silenced by MC rolling the spheres onto the stone plate and letting them rest into their spaces. With every trial they completed, he was left breathless and awe-struck at the way time seemed to slow down in this moment, he wasn’t sure if it was the magic of the trial itself, or Amit’s own sense of wonder, as the earth beneath their feet trembled and the stone swirl twisted away, much like the vines that had once covered it. 

Each twist of the swirl unwinding itself from the stone, revealed more and more of the apparition of Merlin, standing in the center of a stone archway crawling with vines, Amit stood in reverence at the magic before him, feeling his anxiety and unease regarding the mountains surrounding him momentarily forgotten for the astonishment he felt each time he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse into the past, into magic itself. 

He now knew that Merlin's apparition only lasted for a few seconds, and he would not tear his eyes away from the beauty of it all. Just as the apparition disappeared with a soft pop, and dissipating all of the magic in the air with it, Amit was struck dumb when MC’s arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck and her lips were pressing against his. 

He was reeling, his world spinning around him as he felt MC kissing him the way he had spent nearly a year of his life imagining she would. He was still half considering that MC truly had suffered a concussion from her fall and wasn’t in her right mind, his anxiety and inability to understand and accept what was happening prevented him from moving a muscle, standing stock still.

She pulled away when Amit did not reciprocate her affection, her mouth agape and face beet red in horror as she began to stutter and stammer, full of apologies and defenses for her behavior, but Amit could not hear a word with the deafening whirlwind of thoughts inside of his head. 

Did she like him? Did she love him? How long had she felt this way? As long as he had? Longer? Why would she just kiss him like that? Why didn’t he kiss her back? 

Amit swallowed the building anxiety in his throat, and decided he did not want to let his usual antics make him lose something he had so desperately wanted, he decided to try and be brave in spite of it all. 

He took a deep breath, exhaling in one… two… three and pulled MC back into his arms, holding her tight around the waist as he kissed her again, silencing her stammering with his own surprise kiss and a trembling hand on her cheek. 

MC did not hesitate to return it, melting into his arms and right into the kiss. Amit could not tell how long they stayed like that, standing in the mountains and wrapped up in one another. When they finally pulled away, Amit was still breathless and shaking with nerves, MC falling into a peal of giggles, elated at how well this had gone. 

Amit felt as though he had used up every ounce of his bravery kissing MC and was back to standing like a statue in the grass of the clearing, his arms now hanging at his sides and the slightest of smiles tugging at his lips, still refusing to believe this wasn’t all just a dream, his mind playing the cruelest of tricks on him. As their friendship always was, he was relying on MC to lead the way. 

MC reached forward, playing with the sleeve of his robe and giving him an encouraging smile.  “I… I suppose I wanted to give you a good memory of me dragging you into the mountains. A memory that doesn’t make you want to run in the opposite direction… It was quite silly… I suppose, but I have wanted to do that for a very, very long time.” 

He was still coming to terms with everything that had happened, and his entire body felt like it was full of lead, his head full of the familiar fog of anxiety and rapid overwhelming thoughts. He wanted to say that he was fine, but his throat was dry and couldn’t come up with the words. 

“I can see it, whenever we even come near the mountain while we’re out here… You get all pale and… quiet.” 

He shook his head, trying to shake himself off and have a conversation, a conversation he never thought he would have been having, but every word she shared was just compounding his confusion, forcing him further into a flustered state. When he managed to meet her gaze, she still held her smile, her hand still playing with the hem of his robe sleeve, he twisted his arm around to take the hand in his own. 

Finally, he managed to muster up something to say, breaking the silence. 

“I love you.”

Her smile grew impossibly wider, tugging Amit closer with the hand he held in his, returning the sentiment with a kind laugh, and enveloping him into a hug. The longer he stayed in her embrace, the more calm he became, his thoughts easing up and letting him breathe, he felt steady enough to extricate himself from her arms and give her a smile. 

Sooner than he ever believed possible, even with Amit’s shaking voice, they fell into easy conversation. Taking their time to soak in the archway of their solved Merlin Trial, and packing up their things before they began their descent back down the mountain in the setting sun, its dark peaks against the golden hour sky no longer holding such a threat to Amit’s psyche. MC slipped her fingers into his when she noticed the trajectory of his gaze, and he gave her hand a comforting squeeze, and a soft thank you. 

The night continued to surprise him, apparently MC’s confessions did not end with a reciprocated love for Amit. She revealed more about herself, and the Merlin Trials themselves, when they reached the bottom of the Mountain. How she didn’t truly need any help with solving any of the trials, and had simply used them as a ruse to spend more time with him. 

If Amit hadn’t been so happy and content with their hands entwined together and swinging between them, and the taste of her lips still on his own, he may have felt more put out by her sneaky antics. Yet, he wasn’t. He was grateful that one of them could be brave, and he wasn’t dreading the long walk back to the Castle as he would ordinarily, despite the still trembling of his legs. He would have happily spent days trekking through the wilderness if it meant he could keep holding her hand. 

~*~ 

Breaching the large doors of Hogwarts felt like being doused with ice water, like a hook in his gut and tugging him back to reality, and away from the daydream he felt he was living. The empty halls and classrooms as they wandered through the corridors, were a visceral reminder that they had less than a week to enjoy this new them. 

He turned to MC, to try and bring voice to his anxious thoughts but she seemed to be reading his mind, taking both of his hands in his and giving him her signature encouraging smile. She filled him with promises of writing, and visiting and to meet him outside his common room first thing in the morning to soak up every minute they still had of the year.

He returned her promises with a kiss, and the biggest smile he could offer her with the sadness still weighing in his chest, and the pit of regret in his stomach that he couldn’t be braver, sooner. 

Once they had parted ways with more stolen kisses and longing hands, Amit managed to make it back to his common room on legs that felt like jelly, his heart still thrumming in his chest and a smile on his face. He was so lost in his love-struck reverie, a new fog of glee and thoughts of everything that was to come with MC, he worried he wouldn’t find enough coherency to answer the eagle’s riddle. 

Thankfully, he was saved by Zenobia Noke who happily helped him into their shared common room, disappearing quickly up into the girls dormitories. Amit felt like he was walking amongst the clouds, and barely noticed his best friend sat on the floor of the common room polishing his wizard's chess set. 

Andrew Larson called his name, summoning him forward with a request for Amit to play against him in one last Wizards Chess match of the school year.

“Fancy a match?” He was smiling at Amit, already setting the pieces up onto the board, knowing Amit had rarely turned him down for a game. 

Amit seemed to snap into place, delight filling him at the sight of his best friend and confidante, eager to share the events of his day.

“Yes. No. Well, Yes. But I have to talk to you.” Amit hurried over to where Andrew was sitting, his friend's hand extended to offer him the seat across from him, and a smile that told him he was all ears. Amit knew he probably looked downright silly, in his flustered state as he sat down to play, unable to keep the smile off of his face. 

The moment all of the pieces were setup on the board, Amit launched into his tale. Andrew listened intently the entire way through, a smile growing on his face the further his friend got into his story, and despite him already losing the match. He was envious of Amit, to be able to focus so entirely on the game despite the flustered blush and animated retelling of his day. 

When Amit took a deep breath, the telling sign to the end of his rambling, he buried his face in his hands to hide the blush that had grown a deeper and deeper red as he brought words to all of the thoughts, and all of the experiences he had, had today.

Andrew smiled, joy filling him on behalf of his friend getting something he had listened to him yearn for the better part of a year. 

“Sooo… You and MC are together then? She likes you back? I don’t have to listen to you whine about your crush on her any longer?”  

Amit was grateful for the small mercy Andrew gave him, despite his teasing, by staring at the chessboard and not meeting his gaze. He felt as though his heart was still at risk of stopping entirely, his cheeks aching with his incessant grin. He tried to breathe through the shaking of his voice. 

“Yeah, Yes. She likes me back.” 

Andrew finally met his gaze before falling dramatically back onto the floor, with a happy sigh. 

“Oh. Thank Merlin.” 

Amit managed a laugh at his friend's theatrics, shaking his head as he refocused on the chessboard and nudged a piece forward.

“Yeah. Thank Merlin.” 

#amit thakkar #amit thakkar fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ngl amit is very fun to write for because i just have to be like hmm what would i #an anxious person do in this situation

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This Is Kinda Nice Too (2)

So I know I have requests to be working on - and I am - every request I currently have has a plan sketched out for it, I just need time to get them all written up.

In the meantime, however, I couldn't get this little idea to continue a previous request out of my head, so here it is. Part three may or may not make its way into being.

Can be read alone, but best read as as the follow up to the below (also if these inserted links look odd I'm sorry but it's the only way I know how atm)

You’re not a morning person at the best of times, and a night on a lumpy, creaky camp bed certainly hasn’t changed that.  You studiously ignore Janine’s chirpy ‘good morning’, making a mental note to apologise later once you’ve been properly caffeinated.

Speaking of which, there seems to be a distinct lack of a fire going and so currently no boiling water to make the dream of a cup of tea into reality.  Not bothering to ask for help or wait for anyone else, you move as quickly as you ever do in the morning to set a new fire going. 

You’re making decent progress when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder and a steaming cup of tea is brought into your line of vision.  The rumours really were true when they said Barb was a Saint.

“How?”

“There’s an electrical outlet in the little cabin I’m in,” she smiled, settling herself on one of the camp chairs closest to the fire, hands cradled round her own cup of coffee.  “I called ahead to check and packed a little travel kettle.”

“If you weren’t already married I’d be proposing right now,” you tell her as you take your first sip of tea.  It’s perfect.  It’s too perfect.  It’s your exact morning tea precisely how you take it.  Barbara Howard has never made you a cup of tea in your life.  You frown as you lower your cup, meeting Barb’s knowing smile.

“Melissa made it,” she offers by way of an explanation. 

You’re not quite sure what to think about that, but it makes you smile.  A few moments later the mysterious red head herself appears out of Barb’s tiny cabin, her own mug of coffee in hand.  The Kindergarten teacher had the only ‘cabin’, after trying to get out of the trip saying she was too old for camping.  Cabin was perhaps a strong word for the small wooden hut, but it did at least boast running water and electricity.  The smaller wooden camping pods laid out around it weren’t quite so luxurious, but they were at least wind and watertight.    

“I hate to say it, but I think I might be too old to sleep on a camp bed,” groans Melissa as she stretches. 

You chuckle.  “I don’t think anyone is young enough to get a decent night’s sleep on those beds if yours is anything like mine.”

*

“Ava, this is not breakfast,” Melissa says flatly as she looks dubiously at the small packet she has been handed by the Principal.

“Of course it is,” the younger woman snaps back.  “It says ‘breakfast bar’ right there on the front.  Besides, gotta have portable snacks so we can get our scavenger hunt on!”

This gets a collective groan from the group.  Ava ignores this and proceeds to fetch a folder. 

“Okay, now everyone come get a sheet and take a pencil. The pencils have numbers on them that’ll tell y’all who you’re paired up with.  Now remember, it’s not just about collecting all the items on the list, it’s about getting to the end point in the quickest time.”

You end up with Barb and Jacob.  Could be better, could be worse, you figure.  You look over to see Janine with a look of genuine worry on her features as she looks from her numbered pencil to Melissa, who’s eyebrows are hiked impressively high on her forehead.  There might be one less member of your little Abbott family around the campfire tonight if her murderous expression is anything to go by. 

Barb, ever the peacekeeper moves forward.  You expect her to offer to swap with Janine, so what she says next comes as a surprise.

“Oh Janine, I was hoping you’d end up in my little group.  I thought it would give us time to talk.  We haven’t had a chance of late with school being so busy,” says Barb.  She moves to take your pencil from your hand.  “You wouldn’t mind swapping, would you?”

“Course not,” you say, because really, what else are you meant to say?  You move to stand next to Melissa, who is now shooting an odd look on Barb’s direction.  “I can swap with Barb if you want?”

“What?  No!” she quickly reassures you.  “I was just wondering if she’d actually lost her mind volunteering to take those two.”

“Oh come on, they’re not that bad,” you reply, admittedly rather half-heartedly. 

“You really wanna swap with Barb?” she asks, eyebrow raised.

“Hell no!” comes your immediately reply.  “I definitely got the better deal one this one.”

*

“There’s a shortcut coming up.”

Melissa frowns, looking at the map Ava had provided.  She turned it to and fro, not sure where you were seeing any shortcut.

“It’s not on Ava’s map,” you add, coming to stand next to her.  You point to where the marked path takes a long, meandering loop.  “It’s just here.  It leaves the path and cuts out that big loop.  It’s a bit steeper, but-“

“You saying I’m too old to take the short cut?”

Your eyes go wide at her words and you immediately start to back track.  “That’s not what I said!  I said it was a little steeper, that was all!”

She chuckles.  “I was just messin’ with ya, kid.  So, this shortcut takes some time off, huh?”

“Should do,” you nod.  “I only know it’s there because when I first came here it was after seeing pictures on Instagram of the view from the top.  There were hints about making the hike quicker in the comments.”

“You think it gives us a shot at beating Ava?” Melissa smirks.  The Principal had practically dragged Gregory off at a run at the start of the scavenger hunt.

“It just might,” you grin right back. 

“Then I say lets go.”

*

“Shit!”

“What?  What happened, are you okay?” you ask, quickly turning around to inspect the red head.

She waves off your concern with a hand.  “I forgot about the list of crap we’re meant to find.”

“Oh that?  Don’t worry about that.  I found half the things we needed before we even left camp this morning.”  You take the list out of your pocket.  “We just need a feather, a Y shaped twig and a heart shaped rock.”

Melissa shakes her head, looking at you with a fond smile.  “You got this all under control, huh?”

You hope the blush that creeps up your cheeks can be passed off as the exertion of your hike.  You’re helpless under her soft gaze.  “Didn’t think you’d let me live it down if we came last.”

Her smile turns positively wicked.  “You know me well,” she says as she starts the uphill climb once more, treating you to a rather glorious view of her rear.  You’re quick to chastise yourself for your blatant staring and fall into step behind her. 

*

“Oh, wow.”

You look up at the softly uttered words to see that Melissa has reached the viewpoint ahead of you.  She has a soft smile tugging at the edges of her lips as she takes in the view.  You remember feeling the same sense of wonder the first time you saw the landscape falling away before you.  Like you were on top of the world. 

Abandoning your search for a heart shape stone, you force your legs to take the final few steps to bring you level with the red head.  You take a moment to breathe, looking over the expanse of green below you before turning to look at the other woman.  Her cheeks are flushed from the effort of the hike, her hair in windswept waves around her face.  She looks beautiful.  She always does, to you. 

She turns to look at you and you immediately duck your head, aware you’ve been blatantly caught staring.  That’s when you see it, right in front of your boot.  A heart shaped stone.  Bending to pick it up, you hold it out to her.  “Looks like we ticked off our list.”

“And made it to the top first,” she grins smugly.  She proceeds to open the small rucksack she had been toting, shaking out a picnic blanket before producing a bottle of wine.  “A little drink to celebrate?”

*

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.”

You open your eyes, turning your head to look up to where she sits next to you on the blanket.  “I tend to be more relaxed when I’m away from things…people,” you finally reply.

“I’m not people?” she asks, her tone more curious than accusatory.

You pull yourself up until you’re sitting next to her, your knees drawn up to your chest as you look out over the view.  It’s easier to talk when you’re not looking at her.  “You’re different.”  You get nervous around Melissa, yes, but it’s not the same anxiety you feel around others.  “You don’t make me feel self-conscious about being me.”

“You know something, kid?” she breathes.  “I think that’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me.”

You feel an arm slip around your shoulders, pulling you into her side.  This is why you fell in love with her, you realise.  This acceptance of your quirks, your anxieties and your oddities without question.  You’ve never even had to explain them to her.  She just gets you. 

You’re not quite sure you can recall when it started, her understanding, you falling for her, but there is one night that stands out in your mind.  Ava had organised staff drinks.  It was a bar you’d never been too and it was busy and loud.  It had taken having a quiet word with yourself to even make it in the door.  Standing barely two steps inside, you had scanned the room, looking for a friendly face, your anxiety rising when you couldn’t find one.  It was stupid, you knew, to think that anyone thought you looked out of place for simply taking a moment to stand and search for your friends, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. 

It was then that you heard a familiar voice and saw Melissa cutting through the crowd towards you.  Her hand found your own, and she offered you a smile before leading you through the busy room to where your Abbott family were gathered.  It had been a good night, but as usual, you had struggled to find a way to leave.  You knew you were an adult who could leave whenever they wanted, but somehow, you always seem to end up the last to leave out of some misplaced notion of it being more polite than leaving before the night was over. 

Melissa had given you an out, seeing you were flagging and offering you a lift with her and Barb.  She was forever giving you an out, it felt like.  And yet she never made it feel like a burden.  You shift until you can lean your head on her shoulder, in almost a reverse of the night before. 

“How the hell you beat us?”

You both jump at the sound of Ava’s voice behind you, turning to face her.

“We practically speed walked!” she shouts, dumping a bag beside you clearly containing the contents of the scavenger hunt list.  “Ya’ll must have cheated!”

“How?” Melisa questions.  “We all left at the same time.  You saw us.  If I remember rightly, you practically took off like a sprinter out the blocks!”

Gregory appears behind Ava, looking slightly winded.  He looks just as surprised to see you as she had.  “How the?”

“Skills,” smirks Melissa.  “Some of us just have them.”

*

You jerk awake at the creek of the door of your little hut, squinting in the dark. 

“It’s just me,” comes the hiss of a whisper.  

Melissa.

“Scooch over.”

“To where?” you grumble, acquiescing all the same, and moving as far to the edge of the small camp bed as you can without falling off.  The frame squeaks in protest as the red head joins you on the too small bed.  You huff as she manhandles you into a comfortable position, her arm around your waist and her head on your shoulder. 

“First you call me old, now you call me fat!” she chuckles as she shimmies in an attempt to get more comfortable.

“Did not!” is all you can manage.  “You know I wouldn’t.”  You feel her smile against your neck.  Yes, the line has definitely been crossed.  By both of you.  Baby steps to many, it may seem, but giant leaps for awkward lesbian-kind. 

“I know I’m just teasing,” she says quietly. 

You hum in reply.  “One of your many skills.”

“You like it.”

“I like you,” you say quietly, too sleepy to worry too much about your words.

As your eyes drift closed, you feel her lips smile against your skin.  “I like you too.  This is kinda nice, too.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

[evelhak]

[requests closed]

Okay, my KnB mutuals, friends and strangers alike, the day has come.

I'll tag some people off the top of my head, because then I don't get to secretly wish no one saw this, so I would be off the hook. @lylakoi @vespersposts @active-mind-15 @ni-kol-koru @misfitmiska @myndless88 @kurokonobrainrot @japeneselunchtimerush @shutokushintaro @kucho04 @deargravity @raspberrylix

Whether you're tagged or not is actually inconsequential for the rest of the post.

I never thought of doing events for hitting any follower count, EXCEPT I told myself a long time ago that

once I have 1111 followers (only because I will realistically never have 11 111) I will do something stupid in the spirit of this string of numbers.

In other words

✨I welcome you all to torture me✨

(if you want.)

Now is your chance to ask someone to do anything you want.

To write any fic, draw any fan art, or create any other type of fan content you want (edits and AMVs count too, in fact, if you tell me to bake a cake or knit a scarf with your idea, I will do it) and you may be as mean about it as you wish. Complete disregard for my feelings is encouraged.

I'm not saying you have to be intentionally sadistic about it, that's not the point, the point is that you get to do what you please, whether it makes me suffer or not.

Do you have an idea you wanted to make but didn't dare because you feared fandom hate? I'll take the hit.

Want me to write about a ship I love cheating on each other? I'll do it.

Want me to draw a ship I hate, doing something shippy? Name the ship.

Is there an AU you want to see? There's a good chance I will squirm through it, but squirm I shall.

Have a particularly gross headcanon you've wanted to see but didn't dare to make it?

You get the idea.

(Of course, how much you know about my likes and dislikes depends on how long you've known me, but since the point isn't really to ask me to do what I hate, it's for you to get the total freedom of not caring about the preferences of the person you're requesting something from, don't get hung up on that.)

For this one time, and one time only, I am your daredevil, I am your genie in the bottle.

Your rules are simple:

if you want, ask me to create anything you wish, give me your most selfish or egotistical KnB desire

you can be as vague or as detailed as you want

don't go easy on me, don't tone it down because you want to spare me

if you're wondering if you can request something the answer is yes

however if your most selfish desire is a sketch of some characters on a picnic then that is exactly right, you don't need to shock anyone on purpose, you can ask for anything that is true to you

My rules are:

I am not allowed to complete a request I hate in the easiest way I can imagine, my goal is to transform that hate into love

I must approach everyone's ships and headcanons and visions as seriously and with as much love as I would my own

the only occasion I will not do something is if it significantly impacts my mental health for the worse

My brain is ridiculously one track, and super attached to my own headcanons, my one vision for everything, so believe me when I say this could easily get hard for me. That's the point. Obviously I'm doing this for shits and giggles, but the underlying drive is also to give myself some tough love and Spartan treatment, for character building. Let's smash my One True Headcanon brain (for a moment, before I go right back to my preferences, hopefully taking something valuable and more permanent with me from the experience).

I will keep this open for three days. If I get too many requests, I will draw five out of a hat, or something. : D I'll finish them during 2024.

Like I said, I didn't tag anyone on purpose or leave anyone out on purpose so no matter how you pass by this post you're free to do as you please with it or ignore it, obviously. Anons are also fine, by the way.

(If you feel like inviting more chances for me to potentially cry, reblogging is fine too.)

#someone may have told me to branch out #probably not what they meant but let's go #let's torture eve event #knb

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sex worker!reader, obvious warning for sex work, shy!reader, cockwarmimg, exhibitionism, age gap ( reader is 18+ but jinkuro and usui are significantly older), mentions / mocking of religious beliefs, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. written with the same reader in mind as learn the ropes. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Jinkuro was your benefactor now, and that came with certain privileges you were almost certain had to be against some set of rules, somewhere, that he chose to ignore for the sake of getting to touch you. while the officer generally spent the majority of his time in the Pleasure District, he’d become glued specifically to the house where you worked, and even more specifically, he’d made sure you were always glued to him. 

not that you minded. after all, he was paying for you to live as comfortably as one could in a brothel, without any other customers to concern yourself with; just him. 

“They are feeding you well, yes? Giving you all the gifts I send?” he croons, tilting your head up as you perch on his lap. you’d been smearing your lipstick over his collarbone, giving him lazy kisses. you’d heard him send for Usui and figured that you shouldn’t start anything you couldn’t finish before he needed to get to work. you smile, and nod, dipping your chin to kiss at his fingers as if praising them for the silver he counts out to give to you. 

“Am I wearing them all, as you requested?” 

his dusky, amethyst eyes twinkle, peeking from behind most unruly mauve tendrils, as the line of sight dances over the gems around your throat and sparkling on your earlobes. you had also been sure to dab the perfume he’d sent you on your neck, which he leaned in to sniff at before he planted a kiss on your pulse point. your breath caught in your throat and you leaned back on his lap. 

“Like a very, good girl.” he purrs, tracing his tongue over your skin. you imagine he’s sketching the characters of his own name, claiming you further. “Now say thank you.” 

you were still not used to being doted on so passionately, so sometimes your gratitude was overwhelmed by bashfulness. “Th—thank you for the gifts, Lord Jinkuro!” you yipped when you felt his teeth scrape at your shoulder. both of his hands pressed against your lower back to rub your bare cunt against his crotch. you could feel the weight of his hard on through the thin fabric that keeps it imprisoned. 

you weren’t fully nude, yourself. with your kimono knotted loosely, the shoulders slipped down your arms, creating a heart-shaped neckline to expose the tops of your breasts. and, as you straddled his lap, the split exposed your thighs. you didn’t mind, though, because it was just you and him. 

until the screen door slid open. “Isarizawa.”  it was Usui’s gentle, but very blunt greeting, before he steps inside, and the woman pushed the screen closed again. 

peeking around your shoulder after a moment, you see Usui sitting on his knees, his face an unreadable, yet soft visage. as if he were deep in thought about something that only he could understand. it wasn’t your first time meeting Usui; you’d seen him in passing, as Jinkuro called on him often to meet in the private rooms of the Pleasure House, and you didn’t think he looked as scary as most of the men that came in and out of it. however, there was something just behind the politeness, his genteel way of talking. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but he didn’t seem to be as harmless as his soft features made him look. Jinkuro had only solidified this creeping suspicion when you’d asked him one night, wrapped in his arms, what kind of a man Usui was. ‘He only ever comes to the Pleasure District when you call for him,’ you’d observed, snuggling close to your master with your breasts smashed against his chest. ‘What sort of a man avoids the brothels like he does?’ 

‘A religious one.’ 

you wanted to contest that. you’d seen too many monks make their way through the doors that caged you, too many priests. but Jinkuro wore an expression that told you that you didn’t understand what he meant. 

‘I’m not fond of hearing you talk about other men,’ he’d taunted, mostly to change the subject as he rolled over on top of you, pinning you to the floor. leaning close, he’d allowed his tiers to ghost over yours before he murmured, ‘Let’s find a task to put that pretty mouth to.’ 

looking back now, you’d realized that he hadn’t truly been all that jealous, he simply knew something about Usui that he didn’t want to share with you. or, perhaps, they were his own suspicions. you supposed it didn’t matter. Usui was never unkind. though he didn’t smile at you, he did make eye contact, which was more than what most of Jinkuro’s visitors did. usually, they licked their lips as their filthy eyes scraped over your frame when you kept close to Jinkuro’s side. they would, without fail, mention how grateful they would be if he were generous enough to share you at least once, but he’d always refused. 

but Usui had never once looked at you like that. he’d never once fixed his mouth to ask for your services. his eyes didn’t linger lower than your face. 

“Usui, punctual as ever.” Jinkuro joked, before adding, “It seems like you must’ve already been in the neighborhood.” 

Usui didn’t even smile at that. instead, he answered simply. “I try not to keep you waiting, I know how busy you can be.” his eyes flicker from you to Jinkuro, and then back, knowingly. 

your cheeks warm up with a tender blush, and you look down to Jinkuro’s pipe on the floor. it was empty. you could make yourself useful and fetch his tobacco. sliding off of his lap, you reach for it, only to find his hands around your waist. “I’m not quite finished with you yet, sweetheart.” he murmured. 

“I—“ sheepish, you stand up straight. you’re facing Usui now, your hands reaching down to hold on to Jinkuro’s, “I just thought… I should get something for you to smoke.” you offer, “Allow you a moment of privacy— oh!” 

you let out a gasp of surprise when Jinkuro plucks you from your feet and sits you back on his lap, pressing your back to his chest. you brace yourself against his knees, trying to keep your own as tight against his thighs as you could so as to keep from exposing yourself to Usui. 

“Smoke?” Jinkuro guffaws. 

“She’s quite thoughtful.” Usui observes— it seems that he knows what your true intentions were. to slink out of the room and give them a moment to talk in private. it was as if everything they discussed was confidential, and while you admittedly didn’t understand most of it, you also were somewhat certain you shouldn’t be hearing it. “You must be thrilled to have someone so eager to tend to you.” 

Jinkuro quirks a brow. a wicked thought must’ve deeper into his mind due to his throbbing erection that you’ve yet to do anything about. “She’s very good at tending to me,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss at your neck. the tickling sensation distracts you from his shifting, one hand sliding underneath your butt to pull his cock free. “Is that right, little one?” 

you’re blushing, embarrassed, but you swoon nonetheless, and nod. “Y—yes sir…” 

“Would you like a chance to prove it?” 

there’s a moment between his question and the answer you’re given, where you want to ask how you possibly can. however, when you feel the thick tip of his cock, underneath your kimono, slapping at your slick, you stifle a humiliated squeal. “S—sir!” you whisper, eyes big when he slips it in, pulling you back to fit you in place on his lap. 

if Usui was watching the display, then he was incredible at hiding any reaction he might’ve had. not even a twitch of his eyebrow as you whimpered, sitting on Jinkuro’s lap, full of thick, hard cock. 

Jinkuro rumbles deep in his chest, a pleased moan as he nests, throbbing in your guts, one hand reaching around to tug at the knot holding your clothes together. “Did you know you’re twice as tight when you’re being shy?” he teases, and when the fabric falls aside, exposing your body completely to his guest, you whine. he’s there, though, to suck hard on your neck before his tongue lazes out, tracing a line up to your earlobe so he can moan into it, “Twice as wet, too. Do you enjoy squeezing my cock while Usui watches?” 

“It’s… embarrassing…” you mewl, reaching up to shield your breasts from Usui. you weren’t sure why— he wasn’t gawking at them. you would just feel better if you had some sort of shield. 

Jinkuro hums, playfully thoughtful, but leans back against the back of the couch, grabbing your wrists to pry your arms from your chest and pin them to your sides. you could feel the tip of him prodding at your belly; you imagined there was a faint lump against it, proving that you were as full as you possibly could be. “What do you think, Usui? Should my little pet be embarrassed?” 

Usui doesn’t so much as flinch, “Of course not.” he answers, although you suspect he does so because offending Jinkuro wouldn’t be beneficial for him. his eyes lock on to yours, but his voice is soft and reassuring, “She has nothing to be embarrassed about when she serves her master.” 

sheepish, you look away. somehow, that made you feel even more humiliated, knowing he probably doesn’t truly feel that way. if he was as religious as Jinkuro led you to believe, perhaps he found this whole display utterly repulsive. it bothered you that you might never know for sure. 

“Perhaps you enjoy watching, Usui.” Jinkuro murmurs. he was teasing him, but there was a hint of maliciousness behind his words. you always knew the two of them had a rather delicate coexistence, though you didn’t know why, but Jinkuro always seemed more stressed than relieved after his meetings with Usui. as if he were on the brink of discovering something horrible that would turn the fragile balance of Nagasaki on its head. “I’ve seen the glances you steal. You must fantasize about being in a position just like me.” 

“L—Lord Jinkuro—“ you grip his thighs tightly with your restrained hands. every time he jerks while he talks, or lets out a booming laugh, he jabs into your belly, grinds against your sensitive, interior nerves. you were trying not to moan, loud and pathetic, each time. 

Usui doesn’t answer. so, Jinkuro continues. “You can’t tell me that church of yours controls even your thoughts. When you look at something so fuckable, like my precious, little toy here—“ with one hand fleeing to your face, Jinkuro angles it towards Usui, and you blush madly, biting down on your lip to stifle a happy moan when his hips jut forward. whether he meant to or not, it felt good, and your eyelids fluttered. “You want to be the one stretching out her soft, warm pussy. Don’t you?” 

Usui stares at your expression, and you notice an inkling of something new in his eyes. the tiniest, briefest glimmer of what could’ve been hunger, when your tongue threatens to hang out of your mouth. your eyes want to cross. just being full of Jinkuro is enough to cause your mind to melt into a state of wanting to be completely fuckdumb. it’s humiliating, but you can’t help it. 

“I’ll admit you’re a very lucky man,” Usui says, his tone surprisingly even considering the way his eyes had looked just then. even if it was only for a second, you could feel the intensity behind it, and what intentions might’ve crept into his mind. “But you knew that already. Didn’t you?” 

Jinkuro beams, leaning forward again. this time, you squirm on his lap, and call for him again. “I’d be a fool if I didn’t know it.” he muttered, and kisses the side of your mouth. 

“Sir… please…” 

“Shhh, shh,” he hums, allowing his hand to fall to your hip and hold you in place, flush against his groin. you could feel the heat of his balls smashing against your sex and you know he’s as deep as he can go, it only makes you want to allow your head to drop back and expel a loud, long cry of his name. like you always did. “Be a good girl and endure it for me,” he whispers, like a prayer in your ear. you’re already nodding, trying to convince yourself that you can. “And I’ll fuck your greedy, little cunt so good you’ll see stars once the meeting’s over.” 

oh, god, you truly went mad for that promise. your nails dug into his thighs and you nodded again. “Y—yes sir! I’ll—I’ll be good!” 

“Always so shy, but I can tell you like to show off, just like I do.” Jinkuro chuckles, and glances at Usui, as if challenging him. “Next time, you should bring your little samurai friend along. The one that always wears that sour look on his face. I’ll put her on back and the two of you can watch her scream when I pound her properly.” 

Usui glances, briefly, at you, before looking back at him. his expression doesn’t change, but you get the feeling he’s considering it. he’d already gotten a glimpse of what you looked like desperate, and you can’t deny that for a moment ( if only that ), he looked like he was intrigued. 

“It’s certainly worth considering.” 

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