#IM BROKE PLEASE I NEED TO DELIVER THIS

[adel-memes]

The desperation I feel when I have a time limited deliver an item quest and I Finally got the item BUT THE CHARACTER WOULDNT LEAVE A ROOM I CAN'T ENTER

[rafeandonlyrafe]

deliveries

words: 1.2k

warnings: ex!rafe, reconciliation, kinda sugar daddy rafe but he just likes taking care of his girl mhm iktr

“can i say no?” you sigh.

“say no? did you not place this delivery?” the man raises his eyebrows.

“i didn't. my- my ex did.”

“well, i have to deliver it, ma’am, but i don't care what you do with it afterwards. give it to your friends or throw it out.” the man sets the bags of food at your doorstep, snapping a picture before walking off.

you can't blame him, plus it's probably a situation he's never encountered before.

you sigh as you pick up the bags, carrying them into the kitchen counter. packages, deliveries and letters have been showing up on your doorstep for two weeks, ever since you broke up with rafe.

you're sick of it at this point. as you go through the food, picking out something to eat for dinner (you're not just gonna let it go to waste!) you grab your phone and unblock rafes number.

you wonder how long it will take him to realize as you sit at your desk and eat. you're in an apartment complex with pretty tight security, it's the only reason why rafe isn't knocking at your door himself, instead sending whoever he can to get a message to you, while simultaneously making sure you have plenty of food to eat and things to take care of yourself with.

you answer your phone after the first ring. you deleted his contact, but rafes number is forever memorized in your head.

“stop sending me things.” 

“baby, its a relief to hear your voice again.” rafe sighs, sounding genuinely happy, like a weight is suddenly off his chest. “please, let me just talk to you. i miss you so much.”

“no, rafe. we broke up. you need to stop.” 

“why'd you break up with me? what did you tell me princess?” rafe questions. “i wasn't giving you enough attention. now im giving you everything. please, y/n.” he pleads. “im not going to stop.”

you take a deep sigh. you really love rafe, despite your relationship being only six months old when you broke up with him, it was just too much. too much attention from your friends and too much pressure from his family. it pushed your relationship farther apart until rafe barely paid attention to you, receiving constant questions from his dad and friends.

“you have to, rafe. clearly things weren't working out. we tried. we can say that. gave it a fair shot.”

“im not done trying. yes, i let my family and other people get into my head about our relationship, but im done with that bullshit. i want you back.”

“let me think about it, okay?” it's an olive branch. the best thing that you can extend right now.

“okay.” rafe agrees. “how about i call you friday?”

you glance at the calendar hanging over your desk. two days. two days to think. you're not sure it's enough or too much.

“that works… but rafe, stop sending me stuff.”

“i can't, baby.” you can practically see the way he's shaking his head right now. “gotta take care of my girl, even if you don't wanna see me.”

“fine.” you groan. you know there's no talking rafe out of it. “order me some lemonade next time then.”

--

you yawn as you wake up with a big stretch, instinctively reaching over to the other side of the bed. your hand pats the sheets before remembering that you left rafe.

you slide out of bed, heading towards your kitchen to get something for breakfast when a knock on your door interrupts you.

“one second!” you're in pajamas, but they're far too small and tight to answer the door in. you rush back into your bedroom and pull a robe on to cover up.

“hi!” the delivery woman smiles. “y/n?”

“yup.” you nod, stepping to the side. “do you mind just setting it down on the counter?”

the woman places the bags down before saying goodbye and seeing herself out. you sigh and look into the bags, eyes bulging when you see velvet boxes carefully placed inside one of them.

you pull out one of the boxes, gasping when a beautiful diamond necklace is revealed. you continue to open them, realizing rafe bought you jewelry of almost every variety.

“oh, gosh.” you grab a note, opening it to see his handwriting.

it's just what you deserve. i love you and want you back. can't wait to talk to you tomorrow.

rafe

p.s. i paid your rent for the next three months

you grab your phone before even looking in the other bag, dialing rafes number. he picks up almost instantly.

“you know you can't buy my love, right?” 

“im not trying to.” rafe says. “im just trying to take care of you. did you get the breakfast?”

you peek into the other bag, seeing a stack of delicious looking pancakes inside a clear container, as well as some other options.

“yeah, ill eat it in a minute.”

“good.” you can practically hear rafes smile over the phone.

“how about we meet up in person to talk tomorrow instead of on the phone?”

“ill go wherever you want.”

“our first date.” is all you say before hanging up, grabbing the pancakes and container holding scrambled eggs.

--

you're aware you didn't say what time as you pull up to the pier. it's a warm day, sunny with almost no clouds in the sky, but a light breeze gives you the perfect amount of cooling.

you walk down the pier, unable to hold back your smile when you see rafe sitting on the bench where you ate ice cream on your first date after finally agreeing to let him take you out.

rafe watches you carefully as you sit down next to him.

“you're wearing the necklace i got you.” he smiles, seeing the gold chain around your neck.

“i am.” you nod. 

“can i… can i hug you? ive missed you so much baby.”

you nod again, not sure you can find your voice as rafes arms wrap around your body, holding you into his side. you snuggle into his chest, eyes sliding shut. 

“love you so much.” rafe says, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “so much i messed up the first time not trying to be too obsessed. i just didn't want to make you run away, turns out i did the exact opposite and you felt ignored. you know how my dad is…” rafe trails off as you pick your head up to look at him.

“we shouldn't have let others get between us.” you know you're not innocent in it either, contributing just as much to rafe to the tension that had grown between the two of you.

“and we won't let it happen again now that we know.” rafe says, a promising look in his eyes. you swear it looks like he might cry as you nod.

he ducks his head, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss. you fist your hands in his shirt, keeping him close as you kiss back, having missed his lips on yours more than you'd like to admit.

“does this mean you'll tell security im allowed back in?” rafe laughs gently, cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.

“hmm, i guess.” you giggle.

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[akutasoda]

“diamond tiara crushed in two, my heaven crashes down for you”

synopsis - you are a royal, they aren't. would it be such a crime for them to be someone more than a companion of yours?

includes - argenti, aventurine, boothill, sunday, reca

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, i have no clue what im doing, wc - 2.8k

a/n: ngl this only came about cause my fav artist dropped a new single... something else was inspired by that which idk if i want to work on that onrle rrr

argenti ★↷

↪argenti was once the commander of the knights that protected the region. well, he still was but now most of his time was spent beside you. as your very own personal knight.

↪it was agreed very widely that argenti was by far the best knight in the kingdom. so it was inevitable that he ended up in such a trusted position - and it was also safe to say that your safety was pretty much always guaranteed with him around.

↪naturally, he still held his title as the commander but spent most of his days by your side so normally he would put others in charge in his absence. although in honesty, argenti never minded.

↪argenti enjoyed his job as a knight, he liked helping people out and defending the kingdom he was proud to be part of. a part of him enjoyed the serenity of spending his days with you.

↪most of it tailoring to him following you around as you attended meetings and the occasional trips to the town. and even argenti had a bit more freedom as you always let him do what he wanted but even willingly, argenti would happily spend time with you.

– – –

you walked idly through the corridors, you had nothing to do as of late. bored out of your mind. your only real idea was to head out to the town and see if they had anything to satisfy your boredom, although to do so you thought it may be best to find argenti first.

you knew where to find him however. if you were going out you wanted him to accompany you, not just as your guard but as a companion - you didn't really need a guard in your opinion. but you quickly found the knight in the training grounds.

he was very dedicated to his training. it was always intriguing to you when you did catch him in action - in training or in a real life scenario. so you couldn't exactly help but take a seat nearby and watch as he trained.

you weren't trying to be creepy but it was interesting, and rather entrancing, so you watched. although you should've expected argenti to notice your presence as soon as you sat down. he huffed as he stopped swinging his ornate spear, stabilizing himself, he stopped and turned to you with a smile.

“is there something you need your highness?” argenti slowly walked closer to you and quickly noticed the flushed expression on your face at being caught.

you tried stammering out a response but quickly gave up and broke eye contact looking at the ground. argenti let out a small laugh, “if there's something you require of me, please do let me know”

eventually you managed to piece together a coherent sentence and explained how you wanted to go visit the town for a bit. argenti agreed, like he would ever not agree, and excused himself for a moment to get ready and don his armor.

argenti always loved when he got to accompany you anywhere. your presence was such a joy for him and a selfish part of him enjoyed knowing that he spent the most time with him - argenti knew you enjoyed his presence as well which always made his heart soar.

but he was merely your personal knight. he should be glad to be granted such a title, but when you take him by the hand and lead him to wherever you wanted with that smile on your face, he could convince himself that for a fleeting moment, you two were something more.

aventurine ★↷

↪a diplomatic representative of the stoneheart group who spent their time negotiating and delivering messages between various kingdoms. a neutral group who maintained positive relationships with all kingdoms to survive.

↪aventurine was always responsible for being sent to your kingdom, and so he would always make an appearance when your council met to discuss. a part of you was curious if he'd ever drop his position among the stonehearts to become a permanent member of your council.

↪he always had very valuable insights that always seemed to work towards bettering your kingdom as a whole rather than helping the relationship between the kingdom and the stonehearts. he also spent a decent amount of time rilling up your actual council members.

↪although, nowadays you noticed how he made more frequent visits to your kingdom, and specifically you. aventurine would occasionally come and find you just to drag you away from your duties and hang out - something you never actually minded, even if you should've..

– – –

aventurine walked through the lone halls of your residence, he found it almost laughable how easily the guards let him in, how much they trusted him. he could easily walk in with the wrong intentions and dismantle your kingdom from the inside out but you both knew he wouldn't. which was why he was here now.

bursting through your room's doors, you shot up from your paperwork before relaxing at the sight of the emissarie.

“hello to you too aventurine,” you briefly glanced over to your calendar “what are you doing here? seeing as we have no meetings…”

aventurine smiled as he sat himself on the corner of your desk “do i have to have a reason to see you?” he knew he didn't, he knew you'd always welcome his presence at any time.

“you know you don't want to be stuck here doing..” he looked at what was laid across your desk, making a vague shrugging motion “whatever that is, take a break! we can walk around for a bit!”

you knew you shouldn't listen to him, that he was a bad influence on you. but one look at your desk was enough to convince you that aventurine was right. you'd have even more work to do when you got back but who was going to tell you off? aventurine was definitely one of your best “advisors”.

he smiled when he watched you stand up and he followed suit, already talking about all the things that had happened since he last saw you (which was barely two days) and asking you about what you wanted to do.

suddenly your boring day filled with paperwork was actually going to be exciting, spent with someone you liked as more than one of your emissaries.

boothill ★↷

↪apart of a group of mercenaries known as the galaxy rangers. they take up whatever contract they agree with and pay the most of course. the “galaxy ranger” name is simply a convenient way of finding the best mercenaries in the regions - whether or not someone can get one to work for them is a different story.

↪boothill was once hired by a rivaling kingdom to bring down yours, he didn't exactly agree with his contractor but they did have rather deep pockets. that hesitation of his was what you used to save your kingdom. paying boothill more than what he had previously been offered.

↪and what better way to ensure your kingdom's safety than to constantly ensure boothill worked as a mercenary for your kingdom by paying him. it was a simple solution in your eyes and boothill wasn't going to complain.

↪although as time went on, boothill was seen less as a mercenary and more as a companion - seeing as you spent quite a bit of your free time talking with him and listening to his takes from traveling all over.

– – –

“so tell me again why i’m accompanying ya?” boothill poised as he watched you eye up some shop window displays

you hummed “because i gave argenti the day off for his hard work” turning to face him you continued, “and your nice company”

nice company huh? boothill would've never considered himself to be nice company for anyone but he wasn't going to argue your word. it wasn't entirely uncommon for you to drag him around the town when you were bored, always giving that same excuse or saying something along the lines of being blunt and just wanting to hang out.

boothill would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this time with you. it was always peaceful, a nice respite from his daily activities - which admittedly became more calm themselves ever since you began paying him to be loyal to your kingdom.

even if you were to stop paying him, he reckoned that he would still never go against your kingdom. there was something about you that was enchanting to the mercenary, no wonder you were royalty. he could spend ages thinking about you, he had no clue why however.

boothill had no idea why he felt this way about you. you were just another stupid royal who was too big for their boots. and yet, he stuck around. he indulged in your conversations and requests, he genuinely enjoyed being around you and-

“say, why don't we stop for lunch on the way back?” your voice broke his chain of thought and that smile of yours practically rendered him entranced

“sure, your choice, your highness” and he reveled in your brightening smile that was caused by him, the one that made his knees weak and he couldn't care less about how you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him away.

sunday ★↷

↪the oh so prestigious high priest of the land. the one in charge of all the churches and so he had a spot on the royal council. not only as the main representative of the churches but also as an advisor.

↪he was a form of spokesperson for the people who confided their issues with him and some of his ideas had helped the kingdom greatly, so he definitely deserved a seat among your council

↪sunday was very reliable. he would always show up to meetings and always ensured that services within the church were planned and carried out to the nest they could be. a man devoted to fulfilling his role. although with how long you'd known him, he had a few flaws.

↪namely his “people problem”. not that he despised anyone but at times he could be quite uptight and rather condescending - namely when discussing with your other advisors which made for quite the trouble occasionally.

↪but you valued his advice and so he kept his position. although you also highly valued his companionship, something he would deny of but secretly indulge in your favoritism of him - like a bird preening in front of a mirror.

– – –

service had finished mere moments ago. sunday sighed and closed up his book as he kept an eye on the last couple stragglers exiting the sermon.

so he couldn't exactly miss the line figure that walked down the aisle to his position. in honesty, even if he did miss it then sunday would know it was you, after all you had developed the rather neglectful habit of visiting him after his services - neglectful as you were obviously shrugging away duties to be here.

his face resumed his stern look that he usually held before he addressed you “your highness, you know you mustn't be here”

but you both knew that even if he sounded annoyed he wasn't. you knew that he enjoyed your clear favoritism to the priest but he cared too much about appearances and positions to let it shine through, in your opinion.

“i don't think i do” you responded, sunday quickly picked up on that playful tone of yours, he knew what he was in for “would you mind enlightening me priest?”

oh aeons how he hated that dumb smile of yours. that stupidly pretty smile that made his heart skip a few beats. no, he couldn't let you break his act down so quickly, that would be embarrassing for him. so he collected himself and answered

“considering i enlightened you yesterday, i have no need to repeat. or is your memory that bad? if so i feel a trip to your healer is necessary then?” when he heard you grumble, he knew he'd managed to save his facade.

this wasn't exactly the first, or even the last, time that you slinked away to spend time with him when he had nothing going on. but you were the monarch. you had duties to attend to and so despite his true wishes of wanting this time with you, he always urged you to go back to your duties.

“fine then” you huffed “i'll be seeing you tomorrow then”

turning on your heel, you began leaving with a stumped sunday who was wracking his brain for any idea of what you meant behind you. but he couldn't think, so he had to ask

“what's tomorrow?” sunday hadn't got anything planned with you tomorrow, yes he had other things but nothing that you should've been aware of

you stopped in your tracks and turned around, feigning shock and hurt, you gasped “don't tell me you forgot! the meeting tomorrow?”

sunday paused, “but that's the day after, no? we agreed so at the last meet”

as soon as that smile of yours widened, it all clicked together in his head “oh it is? my.. well i already have a cleared schedule for that time.. wouldn't want to waste it?”

turning around again you continued, “so ill be seeing you at noon then” before walking away once more

sunday stood in confusion for a moment and before realizing fully and blurting out “you-” but you were already out of earshot, also missing the smile that crept onto his face.

reca ★↷

↪an infamous playwright who recently had taken residence in your kingdom. his plays were known far and wide by everyone, highly praised and honored. people always eagerly awaited even a whisper of what his new creation was.

↪and so naturally, you had become a patron of his. always sponsoring his plays as you were quite the fan yourself. whenever you saw that he had a new play that was being performed, you immediately cleared your schedule for that time and got your ticket - they were always in high demand.

↪reca was faltered that royalty such as yourself was so deeply invested in his writings and he greatly appreciated the sponsorship, it enabled his plays to reach greater heights. and so it was only natural that he started pandering some of his plays to you.

↪more based around subjects that he learnt you loved, your favorite troupes, anything you deemed intriguing and so on. of course, they all came out as hit plays but he knew they were slightly more special than just his average play.

– – –

reca stood from the sideline, hidden behind a deep maroon curtain, as his latest play came to an end. he watched as the actors he so desperately searched for took a bow as gifts were showered upon them for his characters he created for them.

but nowadays, he cared less about audience validation and more about a specific person - yes he still valued the opinion of anyone that saw his plays as that's what kept him going mostly but this play was special. he spent ages driving himself into sleep deprivation and stress trying to perfect it.

all because he tailored it for you.

his number one, and favorite, patron. he'd seen you take your seat and eagerly awaited your critique for his piece. reca wouldn't mind if you didn't pick up on the hints that it was tailored towards you, just as long as you enjoyed it. and his question was soon answered.

reca's ears perked up when he heard your voice call out to him. you shouldn't be backstage, but nobody would stop you. a confident smirk graced his face when you immediately starting rambling about specifics of his play, what you liked the most, how well it flowed etc etc.

he took your praise in strides, even more so when you poised him a question.

“oh! mr reca, you must tell me how you got inspiration for the main character!” you seemed so happy and so rene's smirked widened

“well if you must know your highness, it was about a special patron of mine” reca watched as your face twisted into something akin to confusion as you tried to figure out what that meant.

he nearly laughed when your expression portrayed a more shocked and embarrassed tone, you tried stammering out a sentence “so what about their lover-”

“well a writer must take some creative liberty, no? and one's subconscious might influence those decisions” he held back a laugh as your face flushed.

“your a tease mr reca” you huffed. and he only smiled back as you too let a smile creep onto your face.

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

" I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

Rita Hayworth:

Do you need any other propaganda? Here’s the video.

She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

HELP

She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

[whateverloomis]

if u want, u should do a stu x reader where they are bsfs when the murders start and he's all "oh I'll protect u im so buff," but yk the whole time he's the one tormenting and killing people. the freak def loves to scare her by sneaking in and jumping her bones, ghostface costume and all

I focused on the scaring reader and tormenting for this one, plus added Billy into the mix here because I can't resist putting him in the picture, but this is Stu focused as requested. I hope I delivered anon, enjoy! <33

Warnings: Suggestions of sexual activities, chasing, mocking, tension (fear and doubt,) angst-ish, betrayal, threats, unedited

Reader: AFAB reader (She/Her)

You were running up the stairs of your two story house. The masked figure was right on your tail with a knife in hand.

You don't know how the ghost face killer got in your house to scare the hell out of you, but it was happening. You felt like you were at the edge of death in your own home. Again.

You entered your room seeking safety, but he was quicker and pushed you against the wall, knife against your throat. As you took a few deep breaths to calm down, you shook your head and glared at him.

"Stu, this shit isn't funny anymore!" You yelled and took the mask off his face but were met with someone else.

Billy Loomis.

He was smirking at you, seeming satisfied with the change of Stu's usual prank.

You managed to push him away enough to set yourself free from his grasp.

"What the fuck is going on!?" You yelled and suddenly heard laughter coming from your closet. Walking past Billy, you opened the doors to reveal Stu. He stepped out and stuck his tongue out in mock.

"That was so good! You should've seen the look on your face!" - "That's enough! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Both of you!" You screamed and the boys stood silent for a few seconds before Stu broke the tension.

"Hey, I'm just kidding around YN," he said and walked towards you.

You walked past him and sat on the edge of your bed; "I need you to be honest with me, Stu..."

They both looked at you quietly, waiting for your question

"These... "Pranks" are way too realistic... Too accurate to the descriptions of the victims. Stu... You've made me doubt..."

"Hold on, you told me this is the first time you were doing this prank," Billy told Stu, anger evident in his tone of voice.

"I... Well, technically yes, with you!" He explained and Billy pushed him against the wall, knife against his throat.

"You're telling me you've been fucking around, scaring YN and practically exposing us?! You're a fucking idiot, you know that?!" Billy whisper screamed at the tall boy and all he could do was laugh nervously and keep saying that he was only joking, not exposing anything.

You couldn't make out what Billy was saying to Stu, the boy strategically talking loud enough for Stu to hear.

Everything was too suspicious and felt way too real to be a prank at that point.

"You... You're the killer... Killers..." You said, head low and thoughtful.

Billy looked over his shoulder and you could see the rage on his face; "What?" he whispered.

You swallowed thickly and inhaled, nervousness taking over you. Stu wasn't a trustworthy person anymore so you were lost. You didn't know what to do.

Stu pushed past Billy and laughed nervously; "Psh c'mon, no we're not. It's just a prank YN, we're fucked up like that!" he exclaimed and you stood up, walking back towards the bedroom door.

"Don't... I'm calling the police-" - "Mm, that wont be necessary." Billy said, rushing behind you and locking the door. You were scared out of your mind. Were they going to kill you? Stu out of the both of them? Your best friend. The one you thought you could trust with your life.

"Please... Stu. I thought I could trust you," you said, feeling betrayed.

"We were never going to do anything to you babe, but now," he paused and walked towards you enough to sandwich you between him and Billy who instantly held you in place by wrapping one of his strong arms around your torso; "...now that you know, you have to die," your best friend finished his sentence and for some reason you felt defeated.

"Stu please... Don't... I'll do anything," you talked softly, looking up at him. Begging with your stare.

You felt Billy tense at your words and squeeze you slightly. He got excited with your words.

Stu chuckled and smiled manically at you; "That's never the correct answer baby. You know what always happens when the pretty girl says she'll do anything."

And that you knew. Of course you did. Stu's suggestive words made Billy chuckle behind you. He clearly wanted the same thing your best friend was implying.

If you weren't in this situation you would give into them without question but here you were, with seemingly no other option because death sure isn't one. It never was...

...and it won't be.

[leonstupidkenndysgf]

i really missed you…

Childe x reader (smut)

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exfwb to lovers, size difference? rough, sub to dom (childe)? p in v, silly at the end

sorry for any misspellings!!

your in your apartment living room, your roommate, ganyu, is out doing something with xiao or something, but you have some stupid tv show on that you put on as background. Your on your couch fully spread out with only a big tee and black tiny underwear on covering your bits down stairs, your finishing reading a paragraph from the big ass text you just HADD to buy for this dumb class when you heard knocking.

you grown while getting up thinking your roommate Ganyu ordered something and it’s just delivered, but looking back at the time, exactly 12:30. You think to yourself “who tf could be delivering something at this time?” before getting on your tiptoes and looking at the peephole to see who the hell is knocking at your apartment. You froze, you saw that same hot orange ginger head of hair that you know so well.

childe and you were friends with befits your freshman year of college, but you grew feelings, and he just wanted his cock sucked, so you broke it off even though you guys are still in the same friend group and you still haven’t gotten over him or his cock.

you open the door, he’s leaning on the door frame, he forgot how big he was, he was basically towering over you “hey.” he said with a sigh “hi…” you said in a confused tone “why the hell are you here.” you said without any hesitation “you were right.” he said looking down at his shoes. he was in a burgundy dress shirt with black dress pants and nice shoes, looking like he just got off of a meeting or something fancy. “I was right about what…?” you said crossing your arms “i’m in love with you.” he said.

before you can even grasp a thought he asks to come in, so you do because your so confused and horny to see him. he sits on your couch man spreading with his elbows in his knees and his face in his hands, you sit next to him, trying to hide the fact that you only were a shirt and panties. “so i went on a date with lumine.” he says putting his hands down “the girl you wanted to bang forever?” you butt in “yea..sure i guess, but it wasn’t right, she wasn’t you.” he said turning his head to face you “i missed you y/n” he rushes to put his hands around your waist and bury his face into your side waiting for what your gonna say.

“childe-” “ajax please” he cut you off “ajax’s…i really missed you too but-“ “DO YOU A BF NOW??” he yells getting up and sitting back up. “NOO??” “THEN WHY DID YOU SAY BUT” “BUT I NEED TO CHANGE BECAUSE IM ONLY IN A THONG AND GANYU’S BIG SHIRT!!” you scream while lifting up your shirt showing the pretty black thong you have on. “you don’t need to change..” “ajax.” “but anyways, do you still love me.” you pause looking into his eyes that give the look of sorrow and regret for only wanted you to fuck “i really do still love you-“ he clashes your lips together without a second thought.

you grab his hair pulling him into you more, his hands feeling up your curves and tummy and ofc tits but mostly your ass. he pickes you up and sets you in his lap, “y/n…i need you to fucking badly that if i don’t fuck you i will go insane” he says huffing for air after that make out session. “then prove how bad you need-“ *BRING BRING* “oh shit” it’s your phone you get off his lap to retrieve your buzzing phone “shit it’s ganyu”

“HEYY GIRLLL” you said in a high pitched voice “hii sweetheart, i just calling to say that im about to come over and we really need to finish the twilight movies tonight!!” you give ajax a motion of you faking choking yourself out with your tongue hanging out your mouth before getting back on the phone “uhhh ganyu what it im busy..” ajax’s giggles watching you try not to laugh. “oh you don’t have to watching it just wanna watch it with you in the room with me!! you can just do your homework on the couch or something!!” you love ganyu so much but your craving ginger cock rn

“uhh maybe, how far away are you?” “uhh about 20 minutes” shit. it’s not gonna take 20 minutes for him to suck and fuck you until your not thinking right. “okayy see you in a little bit bye!!” “bye bye-“ you hang up on her quickly “baby you gotta leave, we can fuck some other time” he looks at you, half his shirt is unbuttoned “y/n please, i need your pussy, just hide me in your room, i’ll be quiet!! i promise!!” he pleases “ajax’s come on” you open the door for him “fine..” he puts his head down walking over to the door, you kiss him and tell him to come over soon and even before you can close the door he leans down and whispering into your ear “please just let me fuck you like the good girl you are..” you freeze not even a word can come out as he leans even more down leaving kisses down you neck that lead to sloppy sucking on your neck “ajax…” you moan trying to be super loud for you neighbors “now can i come back in?”

you pull him buy his collar up the stairs telling him to get own your bed as you make a call, “hii y/n” ganyu picks up, you put your phone into your shoulder and ear holding it in place “hey i can’t watch the movies tonight..” you say looking at ajax’s on your bed with palming his throbbing boner that very much need your touch “i’m busy..” you say to ganyu on the other end while taking off the black panties “what why!! uhh y/n!!” you hear her asking why and how while you climb on time of ajax, straddling him and rubbing you bare pussy on his ragging boner, he covers his mouth trying to not let ganyu hear his moans “i need dick really badly” *click*

you hung up on her throwing your phone and quickly taking off your shirt. “i need you so badly it’s hurting” ajax moans grabbing you by your hips and moving you back and forth faster in his boner “well, take it out then” he quickly unbuttons his belt and whipping out his cock, you forgot how big it really is. his bright pink tip with his thick base, you almost forgot how perfect he was. you lean and kiss the tip which led to more of him moaning “please…uhh..y/n..i need you..” “let me put it in…uhh… be patient”

you get on your knees leveling your self to go down on his aching cock, you slowly go down on the tip cause him to moan and huff so loudly that your neighbors are prolly gonna yell shut up soon “i can’t…i need you..” he grabs you hips again and thrust you down onto his cock, him fully being inside you he lifts you up barely leaving the tip in and pushes you down. you melted at the spot, jerking your head back and felling like a toy but you didn’t care all you could hear was the sound of your wetness and his skin clashing with yours with your and his moans and grunting.

you lift your head back up to look at him “childeeee…ahhh..i missed youuu” you say bouncing up and down on him as he controls your hips and how fast they go up and down “i” *thrust* “said” *thrust* “to” *thrust* “call me” *thrust* “AJAX” *THRUST* he pulls out and flips you on your back, you feel so light headed that you don’t seem to be real. he picks up your legs and puts them over his broad should and puts his cock back inside. “good girl..ahh..your missed this fat cock..didn’t you..uhhhh..your…so tight!” you look at him trying to focus on him and not you pussy being pounded “immm…closeee…AHHHH” ajax picks up the speed of his trust “cum on my cock baby…please i need your cum on me..uhh” he grunts though his teeth. with more thrust and moaning you cum on his cock but he doesn’t change his speeding leaning to your sensitive parts feel like he’s never gonna stop. then he pulls out “face down ass up. now baby.” he says thrusting into his fist, try you best to move quickly as you can and once your ass is up he pumps his cock until he finishes on your back, leaving ropes of white.

him being still full clothed puts his cock up and takes his belt off, dropping it on the floor. he lays down next to you, and picks you up laying you on top of him “i really missed you y/n” you sighs playing your your hair as your still butt ass naked laying on top on him with his cum all on your back. “miss you more ajax.” you say with a smile.

“ARE YALL DONE!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! IVE NEVER HEARD A MAN MOAN LIKE THAT!!” you hear yanfei screaming then you hear loud footsteps “IM SORRY Y/NNN!!” it’s ganyu screaming at yanfei to stfu. you left your head up at ajax and you both start cracking up, he grabs you around the waist and starts rocking you back and forth while laughing then he pauses “fuck i got cum on my sleeves.”

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authors note: MY FIRST FANIC ON THIS ACC!! YIPPEE ofc it had to be smut. anyways thank you for reading this 🤍

[earthry]

Hello love I know your requests are closed, but i have to get it out of my system and tell to you about it (please just ignore me) I can't stop thinking about the idea of papas breaking up with reader to protect them and even telling them 'I never loved you' because this way it will be a faster way for reader to move on and stop asking question to their papa, BUT i think the even more angstiest plot twist would be if it was the exactly same day when reader was ready to tell her papa she's pregnant. A few months/weeks after this whole breaking out thing he could by accident find out about 'the news' (im sorry for taking your time, but this thing is on my mind literally on a loop for days and i think you're angst enjoyer just like me ALSO i hope you have an amazing weekend)

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Aksjshsh ANON it’s funny cause I literally had something almost exactly like that in my discarded drafts snsbsbsb I don’t really plan on finishing it or writing a full HC for it, but here's a little treat just for you. You can imagine any Papa here <3

tw: pregnancy, slut-shaming, self deprecation, hurt/comfort, angst, breaking up, happy ending! please keep in mind this is mostly unedited and just randomly written out spur of the moment.

After the breakup, everything he does reminds him of you. 

It was a mistake— thinking that breaking up with you would set you on the right path, a better one. You had a whole life ahead of you, he didn’t want you wasting it by waiting for him every time he left for tour or had to cancel plans to attend to his papal duties.

He can see the toll it takes on you, the crestfallen expression you think you hide so well when he has to leave a date night early or when he has to call a rain check. The anxiety vibrating off you when you text him after a new concert video is released of him flirting with the audience, asking if it's okay to get reassurance that it’s just an act.

He needed to let you go.

It broke his heart to, but he in his eyes it was setting you free for your own good. You would never let him go if you knew his reasoning— he knew this so he had to make it seem like he didn’t want you anymore.

You didn’t believe him at first, begging him to open up to you and to stop joking around. You were convinced something or someone must have said something; the Papa you knew loved you, he wouldn’t suddenly fall out of love so quickly or be so cruel. 

So he aims for the heart. He tells you it wasn’t really real, that it was all a game to him to play house for a while because he was curious. Now that his curiosity has been sated and he is bored, he sees no reason to keep you around.

It hurts him to say so, and he will never forgive himself for it, but he tells you that he never loved you in the first place, that you were just another body. That you were so easy to bed, it only took a few sweet words and you had already fallen so hard. He calls you laughable. Pathetic. A whore. He laughs as tears begin to gather, taunting you when you run out crying.

You avoid him after that— and he has his Ghouls deliver anything that you’d left in his room to your old room. 

You toss the positive pregnancy test that you were waiting for the perfect moment to show him— it seems like there would be no perfect moment, there would be no moment at all.

He may not have loved you, but you did. Despite the pain, you can’t imagine a universe that you wouldn’t keep his baby. 

You just don’t know how he’ll react. Once upon a time you had thought he would never ask you to get rid of the baby, that he would ask you what you wanted first and respect that decision. But you had also thought he loved you just as much and you were so very wrong.

You try hiding it as long as you can but eventually your belly gets too round to conceal. 

You can see the realization cross his face in real time and when he tries approaching, you can’t help but look at him with hurt, fearful eyes. All it takes is for you to rest a protective hand on your stomach to tell him what he wanted to know. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “I’m sorry, please don’t make me—“ you swallow back a soft sob, unable to even finish the sentence.

Of all the things he’s ever done, leading a satanic church, promoting sin and pleasure and corruption, this will forever be what he feels guiltiest for.

He doesn’t even think before reaching for you, trying to pull you into his arms to comfort. Can't think of anything else except that right now he needs to soothe you, needs to fix this.

Before, you would have melted into his embrace straight away. Now, however, you struggle and push him back.

He lets you, not wanting to force anything, not wanting to distress you. It’s bad for you— and the baby.

"Tesoro," He tries, gentling his tone as much as he can, holding his hands out with his palms up in an attempt to show that he means no harm, "Shh, shh— I won't make you, I'm not mad. I promise."

You don't believe him and he can tell from the way you are holding yourself— like a house of cards one blow from caving in. You don't know if you can do this again.

He had made promises before, too. Promises you had foolishly believed with naivety. How could you be so stupid, so gullible? To believe that out of all the people in the ministry, in the world, he would choose you? That Papa Emeritus himself could love you.

You should have seen it from the start but you had been too in love with him, too busy making sure you could be enough for him, only to realize that you never would be. There's a sinking realization that you were never enough in the first place.

You never meant anything, after all. He said it himself.

You wonder how it must have felt for him, to have to deal with your inadequacy and even your desire to learn how to make things feel good for him because you had little experience. He must have found it laughable, he certainly told you so.

You were laughable. Pathetic. Whore.

To want to be good at the one only thing you were good for... you wonder how he was able to stand you that long.

You put distance between you and him, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. He looks pained and you're having trouble figuring out what.

Was it because it would ruin his reputation? To have knocked up someone like you?

"I won't say anything," you rush out, "No one will know it's yours, please. Please let me keep it. Please."

"Amore mio—"

"I'm not your 'amore'. I never was, never will be. It's okay I understand that now. Please let me k-keep it."

"I..." He wants to say more, he wants to comfort you and hold you. But he doesn't really have a right to anymore and he can tell how upset you are, he doesn't want to aggravate you any further. "Yes, yes you can keep it. I won't interfere, you have my word."

You still look doubtful and he adds, "I swear to Lucifer himself."

There's a little more reassurance in that. You know him enough to know he wouldn't say those words lightly, even if he had lied to you and toyed with you the way he did. There's a relief that passes over you and you thank him as quickly as you can before dashing off. You hear him shout your name but you don't stop and he doesn't follow.

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INSERT PAPA DOING HIS BEST TO MAKE UP AND DO EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. LOTS OF SELF LOATHING FOR PAPA BECAUSE HE DID A FUCKYWUCKY.

Eventually there's a moment where you ask why he's being nice, why he's doing this and he tells you he loves you and you call him a liar. He then admits his mistake and apologizes. He says he'll never do it again and will wait until the end of time for your forgiveness if necessary. Or if you never give it, he will wait forever even after the end of time. He is at your mercy.

You eventually warm up to him with hesitation, but you're cautious and always bracing yourself for the catch, for the bad things to happen again.

Papa continues doing his best to support you and be there for you and when he shows his dedication by being there for the birth of his baby and being there for you the entire time, you finally let him back in and offer him the first olive branch by asking him if he would like to hold his child for the first time.

[demonicbaby666]

The bar opening

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Words: 3k+

Warnings: jealous JJ, top!JJ, bottom!reader, fingering, alcohol mentioned, public toilet sex, possession.

 Summary: Y/n and JJ had previously had a on and off relationship. JJ didn’t want to tell anyone on the team, or progress past casual hook ups. Y/n broke things off a couple weeks prior and since them JJ had been giving her the cold shoulder until one night at a new bar opening where her jealously becomes overwhelming.

A/n: I’m completely new to writing one shots so please bare with me. If there are typos I apologise. Im willing to take requests so throw them my way! Without further ado, enjoy🧡

Emily and y/n made their way into the crowded bar searching for the two blondes they’d planned to meet at the new bar opening.

Then she saw her. JJ leaned against the bar, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a sheer black blouse with a black lacey bralette underneath. Y/n drank up the view in front of her stopping as her eyes settled on JJ’s taut abs. She hungrily licked her lips.

“Pick your jaw off the floor idiot,” Emily whispered.

“You’re here!” Penelope excitedly shouted over the noise of people talking and started to run over to hug y/n and Emily.

JJ stayed at the bar waiting for their drinks but her eyeline followed Garcia, stopping as they reached their target. Her breath hitched and her throat suddenly became dry, she needed that drink asap.

Y/n was wearing a tight-fitting black dress, accompanied by a leather jacket and booted heels. Her hair was done to perfection as was her makeup. She looked jaw-droppingly good.

Y/n sauntered towards the bar; JJ’s eyes unapologetically remained on her. The women half-heartedly hugged y/n to keep up appearances.

Y/n broke away from the sorry excuse of a hug and ordered her drink. She noted the bartender clearly had wandering eyes, shamelessly checking her out whilst taking her order, delivering her martini before she even started making the other ladies’ drinks.

JJ caught the hunger in the young bartender’s eyes, she clenched her jaw, and her stomach began to churn. Once the drinks were ready the four women made their way to a circular booth and began chit-chatting. The conversation took an unexpected turn.

“She was totally checking you out y/n!” Emily teased gesturing to the bartender. “You should go talk to her.”

“Emily, don’t start,” y/n said shaking her head.

“I think she practically undressed you with her eyes.” JJ retorted openly rolling her eyes.

“Ohhhhh. That’s why you got your drink first?!” Penelope gasped. “She’s cute, I agree go talk to her, maybe we can get some free drinks.”

 JJ plastered a fake smile on her face as everyone joined in on psyching y/n up, one hand curling to make a fist under the table and the other gripping her glass, her knuckles now noticeably turning white.

 The bartender was undeniably attractive; dirty blonde hair, dark lipstick, and adorned in a tight-fitting shirt and mini skirt. It was the idea of flirting in front of JJ that just didn’t sit right with her.

The pair had called it quits, more so y/n than JJ. Though it seems more than mutual and there was no fight from JJ in the matter. Y/b was sick of being used for what she believed to be meaningless sex and hidden apartment dates. The sex was definitely enjoyable, it was mind-bending, but being called at absurd times of the night and avoiding the topic of dating with friends was taking its toll. She wanted more and when JJ wasn’t keen on the idea of letting people know about them and going public, enough was enough for y/n.

“Maybe later, I came here to spend time with you guys, not to flirt.” She proclaimed. She looked to the petite blonde in front of her, who had found a sudden interest in the liquid in her glass. She kept her eyes glued to her trying to get JJ to look at her. No luck there.

Emily and Garcia had dubbed y/n the ‘drink orderer’ in an attempt to get her to talk to the bartender, each time she returned quickly with their drinks. Despite the pair purposefully ordering at different times, she refrained from engaging in conversation with the gorgeous bartender. JJ offered to get her own drink, though that was so she could give the bartender a death stare.

After an hour y/n made her way to the bar to order everyone a third round, refusing to get them individually from now on. JJ’s eyes never left her as she walked up to the bar. Y/n could practically feel them boring holes into her back.

“I could be wrong, but I have a feeling your friends over there have an ulterior motive to continuously getting you to order.” The bartender gestured to the group. When y/n turned around all their heads whipped back around, and laughter erupted from the table, more so from Emily and Garcia.

“I think they want free drinks,” she laughed.

 “I tell you what, things are getting more and more hectic so how about you come behind the bar and help me make their drinks?” She asked with a wink. “They’ll be on the house.”

Y/n couldn’t resist, mainly because it seemed like it’d be fun more than anything, though the idea of making JJ envious echoed in the back of her head.

Smirking y/n replied, “Sounds like a fair deal.” She made her way behind the bar and did as she was instructed by the blonde.

Anger pulsed through JJ’s veins as she sat watching the bartender snake behind y/n, one hand on her waist. She grabbed the alcohol bottle and poured the contents into the mixer in front of y/n. JJ had seen enough and adverted her gaze anywhere other than the bar.

A few minutes passed before Garcia whisper and shouted as she gawked at the view in front of her, “OMG!”

 JJ shot her eyes now filled with fire in the direction of the bar, y/n started slowly licking the salt off the back of the bartender's hand causing JJ's whole bottle to freeze up. Y/n head bent back at a slight angle as the bartender started to pour tequila from the bottle into her mouth.

Y/n winced slightly as the alcohol made its way down her throat. The bartender then placed a lime wedge into her own mouth maintaining eye contact as she urged y/n to pry it from her mouth.

Y/n was hesitant to do so, but the alcohol took won over, inebriating her judgment. Fuck it, if JJ didn’t want to do anything like this with her in public she could watch as she did it with someone else.

The blonde’s blood was now boiling, her jaw clenched tightly. Her grip on the glass was deadly tight that it almost cracked under her unyielding grasp.

Everyone sat by the bar started to cheer and y/n burst out laughing at the show she’d unknowingly put on for them. She made her way out of the bar and took a bow. She brought the free drinks over with help from Emily and the bartender. They also received some free shots on the house which no one complained about.

“She seems fucking pissed,” Emily whispered into y/n’s ear as the two sat down. Y/n’s eyes landed on JJ who was sat directly across her, impressively avoiding eye contact but the rage in her eyes was unmissable. Y/n tried not to seem too proud, JJ didn’t want anything like this so she had no right to be jealous. Y/n didn’t belong to her.

“What’s her name?” Garcia asked, clearly the alcohol had taken its hold of her. “D-did you get her numbaaaa?”

“Her name’s Erika, and yes, I gave her my number after making it clear that I’d love to hang out as friends, which she was cool with.”

“That’s a shame, you two looked like you hit off,” Penelope said with a sad pout, “Sure you didn’t feel anything?”

“I’m not interested in her in that way,” Y/n said smiling sympathetically, Penelope was most definitely drunk and looked like she was going to cry.

“Clearly.” JJ scoffed quietly with a tight-lipped smile. It may have been said quietly but y/n heard it loud and clear.

“You can’t choose who you fall for I guess,” Emily said her eyes darting between JJ and y/n. JJ felt her heart drop at the comment. Reaching over she took Penelope’s hand.

“Come on, let’s get you some air.” She said a sudden shift in her tone which annoyingly warmed y/n’s heart. How could someone be so cold yet so kind and caring? It perplexed y/n and she hated that after everything she still wanted to understand how the cogs turned and worked in JJ’s mind.

Emily and y/n decided to head over to the small dance floor, it was more populated now than when they had first entered the bar. Erika finished her shift and asked if she could join them, her answer was provided in the form of Emily pulling the woman in to dance with them.

After two songs Penelope and JJ came and joined everyone on the dance floor. Y/n watched JJ dance from the corner of her eyes, she bit her lip as she noticed how her shirt began to cling to her from all the sweat. Her whole torso was on display through the sheer material of her shirt and it was driving y/n crazy. All she wanted was to feel the blonde on her again.

JJ watched the space between Erika and y/n get smaller and smaller as Erika pretended to pull y/n towards her with an imaginary fishing line. As much as it pissed her off, she couldn’t take her eyes off of y/n, her hips swaying in time with the music, it was mesmerising and turned her on.

Y/n moved her hands up and down her own body sensually sensing JJ’s eyes on her, unashamed of the fact she wanted to taut the blonde further. JJ felt heat rise between her legs, her heart began to race as she pictured all the things she wanted to do to y/n.

Erika’s hands snaked around y/n’s hips and pulled their bodies together. Y/n was practically grinding on her, her anger took hold yet again and she’d seen enough, storming to the toilets.

Y/n heard JJ’s heels, watching as she shook the earth beneath her with the force of her strides. She couldn’t stop herself from going after her. She swung the door open. “I spend too much time with Derek.”

JJ was leaning against the sink taking deep breaths whilst looking into the mirror. Her eyes shot up as she saw y/n appear through the door.

“Are you okay?” y/n asked her voice laced with worry. It was hard not to care after everything they’d been through, feelings like that don’t just disappear. Walking over she placed her hand on the small of JJ’s back trying to provide some comfort.

“Do you need to be such a flirt for fucks sake, her hands were all over you.” she choked out through pursed lips, looking up at y/n with a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion plastered on her face.

Y/n sighed, retracting her hand from JJ’s back, she ran it through her hair in frustration. JJ confounded her, did she want her or not? It was all too much to understand with alcohol freely swimming through her bloodstream. She knew only one thing, and that was that she’d had enough of JJ’s bullshit.

“JJ, I don’t know what you want from me. These last few weeks you’ve given me the cold shoulder and everyone’s noticed it, so don’t fucking tell me they haven’t. You didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but they know something happened and I can’t say shit. I’m trying to get over this but you’re making it impossible. I’m not going to be your dirty little secret and plaything for when you’re horny. I fucking love-“ y/n caught herself before continuing, “loved you, I loved you. I thought we had something which you made abundantly clear didn’t. You can shove your jealously where the sun doesn’t shine because you don’t own me and I can let whoever I want touch me, when and where I want. So tell me, what is it you want from me Jennifer.” She let out a breath of relief feeling lighter now the truth was out there, it was exhausting playing these games.

JJ turned her whole body to face y/n, no longer leaning on the sink she was slightly taller. She placed a finger under y/n’s chin and lifted her head up so that she could look at her properly.

“JJ, please.” Y/n pleaded slightly taken aback by the contact.

In that moment JJ saw what she had done, she was responsible for making y/n feel this way, she’d given her so many mixed signals in a misguided attempt to protect her that she ended up hurting her in the process. She knew it was pathetic that she didn’t want to let y/n fully into her life. If she let her into her heart she could lose her, she’d been through so much and the hurt she carried would be too much for anyone.

She moved her hand from y/n’s chin to her cheek. The young woman relaxed and closed her eyes, focussing only on JJ’s soft fingers against her skin. She resented her body for becoming less tense by the light touch.

“Y/n.” JJ stepped closer and leaned forward so their foreheads were now touching, keeping her hand planted firmly on y/n’s cheek she finally responded, “I don’t know.”

Y/n felt JJ’s breath tickle her lips, the space between their bodies no longer existed, and somewhere amidst everything JJ’s other hand found its way onto her waist. JJ moved her head slightly back their faces were now millimetres away from each other.

“We can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” Y/n tried to push away, though her legs refused, JJ’s hand on her waist held her firm and she felt herself getting lost in the moment and the piercing blue eyes staring directly into hers.

They stared at each other before both gazes drifted down to their lips. JJ’s lips came crashing onto y/n’s. She grabbed hold of y/n’s waist with both hands trying to pull her closer. The younger woman didn’t fight back and let herself be taken by JJ. The woman had so much power over her and she wasn’t ready to let it go.

Y/n felt a tongue glide again her bottom lip asking for permission to be let in. Y/n conceded once again and opened her mouth slightly, allowing JJ to explore freely.

She grabbed a fistful of JJ’s blonde hair as she was pushed backward. Both refused to pull their lips apart as they went crashing into a cubicle. Y/n was wedged between the wall and JJ’s body as hands began to explore her body. She moved her tongue into JJ’s mouth, and she felt JJ moan deep into her throat.

JJ moved y/n’s hair to one side and pulled her lips away, before y/n could protest the loss of contact, JJ brought her lips back down, now placing them on y/n’s neck. Waves of pleasure washed over her whole body and her core tightened. JJ moved one of her hands further down her body. Y/n pulled her dress up and felt JJ smirking against her neck at the act of submission. She bit down lightly on y/n’s sweet spot.

“Fuck.” she quietly moaned

“Who do you want?” JJ demanded.

Y/n didn’t want to give in, she knew JJ had full control over her, but she didn’t want to admit it.

JJ lightly stroked over her underwear and y/n sharply inhaled. She traced the hem of y/n’s underwear.

“Who?” JJ bit down harder on y/n’s neck demanding an answer.

Pain coursed through y/n’s veins but quickly subsided to pleasure.

JJ kept teasing the younger woman as she moved her hands to her inner thigh. 

“Jayje, please.” her breath was shallow, and not having JJ in her became too much, she needed the blonde to fill her. “You, I want you JJ, please just fuck me.”

In one swift movement, JJ shoved her hand into y/n’s underwear and inserted two fingers into her, slowly pumping them in and out. Y/n gasped as JJ curled her fingers slightly, hitting her g spot perfectly. Y/n’s moans started to get louder. She tightened her grip on JJ’s hair pulling her back up and the two met in a fiery kiss.

Y/n let have her whole, she gave herself to JJ completely and relinquished any hopes of having control when the blonde knew her body so well.

“Do you want Erica to fuck you like this?” JJ taunted as she slowed her pace.

“No, only you JJ. Please don’t stop. I only want you.” It was driving y/n crazy, all her dignity flew out the window wanting to chase her orgasm. She was instantly rewarded as JJ's thrusts sped back up and she plunged her fingers into y/n harder and impossibly deeper.

“Good girl.” She whispered into her lips and deepened their kiss once again. She opened her mouth slightly, swallowing every single one of y/n’s moans.

Y/n placed her free hand under JJ’s shirt, running her hand along the bare skin, she felt her orgasm steadily approaching, but not fast enough. She began grinding her hips back and forth, and JJ kept pumping her fingers in and out of her. The blonde pressed her thumb against y/n’s clit and began to draw tight circles.

Y/n moans were nearly screams and she was certain people could hear from outside the toilets, but she didn’t care, not when JJ was pushing her into a euphoric state.

“Only I can make you feel like this y/n. Say it.”

“F-fuck, only you can, fuck JJ, I’m-.” she whimpered against the blonde’s lips. Her legs began to uncontrollably shake, and JJ was practically holding her up. She dug her nails into JJ’s back earning a raspy groan, the sound itself threw her over the edge.

Her back arched against the wall, and her head back was thrown back from the power of her orgasm, she let out a loud and final moan. She was gasping for air as JJ slowed down but didn’t stop until y/n rode out the full length of her orgasm.

JJ peppered kisses down her jawline to her neck and finally pulled her fingers out. She brought her head back up and leaned it to y/n’s. Finally catching her own breath she spoke up.

“I want you, I want us y/n.”

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[floppydiskettess]

VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO YOU FEELING INSECURE

featuring - sova, cypher, killjoy.

a/n : hi! firstly, i wanted to apologize as i made an error in my last post. i used the phrase “Aishiteru” (愛してる) when this is not the correct phrase i should have used! i am extremely sorry for that, i know little japanese so i was unaware that saying this is not a phrase people would typically use. from now on i will simply write it in english ^^

pink is you btw <3 (also be warned...i used the usage of y/n *shudders* /j)

Sova

(TW: self worth issues)

"and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best. though it never felt right."

he is known as the golden boy, he does everything right and is highly respected among the protocol...so when people found out you two were together, some had some...thoughts about it.

"seriously i just do not understand why he would go for them? he could choose any person in the world and they would fall for him."

after hearing the hushed whispers about you, you began feeling extremely insecure about your relationship. why was he with you? they were right. he could ask any girl out and they would swoon..

soon, you realized what you had to do. you truly didn't deserve him...he should be able to love someone else.

you spend the next few days avoiding him. hopefully this would make this easier for you and he would begin to grow sick of your relationship..unfortunately, he noticed your behaviour immediately. he kept trying to ask you about it but you would either tell him you had to go do something, or would be whisked away by someone else.

"y/n, can we talk please?"

"oh-im sorry i really need to deliver this to killjoy. maybe later!"

"wait!....damn it."

one day, he decided enough was enough.

he gently knocked on your door, he was a gentleman after all. upon hearing no response he opened the door.

he let out a soft gasp as he saw your shaking frame lying down on your bed.

"oh ангел..."

you could feel a dip in the bed behind you before feeling a warm hand rest on your side.

"please...why are you shutting me out dearest?"

he hears a sniffle before hearing something that made his heart stop.

"...we should break up sasha.."

you immediately felt him freeze as he withdrew his hand from your shaking body. you hear him quietly mutter something in russian before adressing you

"w-what? ангел please...did i do something to make you feel like this? where is this coming from?"

you could hear the crack and shaking of his voice. the urge to tell him the truth burning at the tip of your tongue. the urge to reach out and hold his hand. but you couldn't. you needed to do this...for him.

"please. just leave me sasha. i cannot keep holding you back like this any longer.." you shakily say.

"what..? love you have never held me back from anything. please...what happened?" he said stunned.

he waits patiently for your reply, before remembering something he had overheard a agent say.

"oh. oh no my Солнышкop...my dearest...is this about what they said about us?" by now, he had shifted to face your back. when he saw your shaky nod followed by a smothered sob. he felt his heart absolutely shatter.

"my little dove, please tell me you know how much i love you. i am so sorry i didn't realize that what that идиот said about you made you feel as if this was the only option."

he felt you turn around to face him, the instant he saw your swollen red eyes he carefully captured your face in his hands?

"i promise you, you deserve everything. i have never felt happier with you, do you understand? if anything, you deserve so much more than I do.." he said while staring deeply into your eyes trying to get you to understand.

soon, you broke down in his arms as he engulfed you in a tender hug. as you cried into his neck muttering muffled apologies, he whispered sweet reassurances into your ear.

that agent wouldn't be bothering you anymore, he would make sure of it.

a/n : i just wanted to say this one really hit me personally. i left one of the greatest relationships i had ever had thinking it was best for the other people, but it was the most selfish thing i had ever done. if you feel like this as well. trust me, do not do it. every day i miss what i could have had if only i had chose to tell them my worries. so please talk to them, they will understand. don't make the mistake i did.

Cypher

(TW: SH mention, body issues)

"it's not the way i'm meant to be, it's just the way the operation made me.."

it started as offhand comments that the new agents would throw out.

"i could never wear that LMAO. i love the confidence!"

"wait, they chose something like that as their uniform? i could never.."

but it soon turned into something much less subtle when they found out about your relationship with the local information broker.

"have you seen their arms? its like they are flaunting themself.."

"the attention just encourages them. why else would they wear something that looks like that? i can't believe cypher would choose them over me."

everyday, you would hear at least one of these comments directed towards you, and no matter what you did. they wouldn't stop ad simply find something new to pick out.

cypher was incredibly confused when you suddenly started dressing different. you were much more hidden lately...you were covering your body as if you wanted nobody to look. even i private you refused to show him the old side of you. one day, when you were together in his room he decided to confront you.

when he dropped his mask, you raised yours.

"hey sweetheart...i'm sorry if this is out of line but is everything ok? are you trying to match outfits with me now?"

he softly chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but upon seeing your zoned out reaction he stopped, a concerned gaze filling his features. when you came back to reality, you caught his gaze.

"oh, yes im sorry...i just have a question. do you...like how i look?"

to say he was shocked was an understatement. where was this suddenly coming from?

"what? habibi of course i do. why do you ask?"

"it's not a big deal...just someone has kind of gotten me to really think about myself and how i look." you say as if it were nothing

"what? that is incredibly unprofessional?! you should report them to Brimstone. people cannot be saying things like that." he fumed, how could anybody say that to another person?

"no! no please, it's fine. they are not wrong about me."

now THAT had him shocked. they were not right about you one bit? he put down the object he had been working on before turning around and sitting next to you on his bed. you look at him confused as he gave you a soft but stern look.

"listen to me darling. i don't know what the hell they said about you but i can garentee they are wrong. they are simply jealous. please never let yourself feel upset with how you look. you are perfect in my eyes and that is what matters, is it not?" he says in the most sincere voice you have heard.

you can feel tears forming as you nod and look at the ground trying to avoid his gaze, but soon you feel a gloved hand pulling your face back to look at him.

"there is no need to hide from me my love...i want to see your beautiful face...i am here for you, yeah?"

you feel tears streaming down your face...soon you feel soft yet chapped lips gently kiss away your tears. you wouldn't trade this for the world.

he spent the rest of the night planting soft kisses all over your body (/nsx).

the next day, the rude agent was awfully quiet. you can only imagine what cypher had dug up about them.

you may not feel completely comfortable in your own skin, but cypher will be with you to help you feel a little bit more.

Killjoy

(TW: personality insecurities.)

"i shine only with the light you gave me."

everyone knew you were the "loud" agent.

after brimstone lifted the "no-fraternization" rule, you were free to be loving with your shy girlfriend in public.

most people found your extrovertedness and her introvertedness absolutely adorable. but you always feared that sometimes you were a little annoying.

one day, killjoy had been working on a turret upgrade while you were rambling about some show you heard jett talk about. but after a while you realized her only response was a soft hum every once in a while. you immediately backpedaled, were you being too loud? was she annoyed at you?"

you immediately trail off and stop talking, she seemed to not even notice your silence as harsh clanking filled the room. you frowned and checked your phone, scrolling back and forth on your home screen lost in thought.

once she had finished, you heard a quiet "yes!". you smiled as she turned around to ask your thoughts on it before seeing your face.

to anybody else, you would seem fine. just distracted. but klara knows you. to her, your eyes are more faded than normal as if you were bored...had she missed something important? she was mostly focusing on her work and assumed you had stopped talking to give her some space.

"Leibchen? Is everything alright?" she asked cautiously.

"hm? oh yes, sorry klara...i was just worried i was bothering you."

her eyes widened as you said this

"why would you be bothering me little maus? i love to listen to you!"

"i don't know, i guess i have just felt a bit worried that i have been annoying you..am i not too loud?"

"oh no! not at all! trust me, i love to hear you talk :)"

she stood up and pulled you into a shy side hug

"so, what was that about the show schatz?"

she asked with genuine curiousity, watching as your face brightened with joy at her eagerness to listen.

thank you guys so much for the support on my last posts!!!!! i literally am so happy you guys enjoy my writing!!!! i would love if anyone wanted to send me some requests as i am kinda struggling on what topics to write aboutt!!

this fic was very self indulgent and i wrote these all on my own personal experience. i literally finished this and reread to realize "oh shit...these are all me" LMAO. sorry if it is cheesy 😭

[florawrites-blog]

Rant

Okay roses let me rant to you guys about the dream i had its a lucid dream where me and my bestfriend nudie shared a school with jay and jake and she had a crush on jake which is her actual bias but she was to shy to talk to him so she made me act as if i had a crush on him and made me confess and give him letters but it was written by her and jake was so goddamn mean like so mean he'd reject me each time and they were both like very popular in school anyway he would reject me and like make me look like fool and all and i didnt wanna tell nudie cause i felt bad about it so i'd still confess to him but then there was a party and he humiliated me infront of the whole school and nudie was there and so she got so mad at jake and as i wanted to escape from the humiliation then my heel broke and then GUYS GUESS WHO HELPED ME ITS FCKIN JAY GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HES BEEN LOWKEY BIAS WRECKING MY BIAS SO HARD AND NOW HE OH GOD anyway then i woke up AS HE LOWKEY WAS ABOUT TO HELP ME I WOKE UP RUDE ASF

anyway here is a scenario of this dream because why the hell not:

The Confession and Redemption

You and your best friend, Nudie, were navigating the turbulent waters of high school together. Nudie harbored a secret crush on Jake Sim, one of the most popular guys in school. Shy and unable to confess her feelings, she asked you to deliver her love letters to him. Reluctantly, you agreed, not wanting to let your friend down.

Every time you approached Jake with a letter, he cruelly rejected you in front of his friends, including Jay. Despite the humiliation, you kept trying, determined to help Nudie. The situation escalated at a class leader's party. You decided to confess again, unaware that Nudie was present. This time, Jake humiliated you in front of half the school. Nudie, seeing her best friend being ridiculed, angrily confronted Jake.

Devastated, you left the party, trying to find a taxi to take you home. As you stumbled, your heel broke, leaving you sitting on the rough ground, tears streaming down your face. Suddenly, you felt a coat being draped over your shoulders. Looking up, you saw Jay, Jake's friend, standing above you, scanning the area for onlookers.

"Get up," he said, his voice cold but tinged with concern.

"Go away, Jay, please," you replied, trying to dismiss him. He walked away, and you thought he had left. But then you saw him leaning against a wall nearby.

"I'll wait until you get tired of sitting on the ground," he stated.

Embarrassed, you got up, and Jay noticed your injured leg. "I fell, I didn't sit here to cry," you explained.

"Take them off" he instructed, " take what off" you said confused "the heels" you looked down remembering they broke "yeah thanks but im not walking bare footed" he hesitated at first but then, he lowered himself to sitting on one knee taking your feet to his knee as he unbuckle your broken heels.

"You didn't have to do that," you muttered, avoiding eye contact feeling both hot and speechless.

"Of course I didn't, but you weren't being helpful either. Now, please be more helpful and get on my back," he said, signaling for you to climb on.

Reluctantly, you did as he asked, and he carried you to his car. "Where are we going?" you asked.

"I'm taking you home," he replied curtly.

"Did Jake tell you to do this?" you inquired.

"No."

"Then why?"

"Because," he said, cutting off further questions. The drive home was silent until it was not " so are you gonna tell me the reason why you helped me" you broken the unbearable silence "do i really need a reason to help you" "well of course I mean I dont know you tell me dont you think its weird weve been in the same class for years you saw me clinging on jake for all that time and you event witnessed me getting humiliated but didnt even mutter a word to me but then now you magically saw me and help me what does that even mean" he sighs as he lays a hand on his nose bridge " fine y/n i know why you did all of that its for your friend isnt it i overheard both of you talk in class and honestly i felt bad for you" you look at him in disbelief "wow okay i see so now i am you charity case or oh please dont tell me after overhearing me and nudie talk you told jake and made a bet to humiliate me right" "aye right like i would do that" "we-" you get cut off by jay mid scentence "just let me drive you home and after that lets both forget this ever happened" "fine lets do that" as you reached to your house. He handed you a pair of slippers from his car.

As you entered your apartment gate, Jay leaned his head on the steering wheel. "You sure do drive me crazy, Y/N. So crazy. Did it have to be you?" he whispered to himself, feeling a mix of frustration and unspoken affection.

hehe hope you enjoyed

[theworldofkirby]

i adore you, noble haltmann… (president haltmann x reader fanfic)

A/N: hai guys i wrote a haltmann/rader fic as a kind of sequel to the dedede dating simulator bc i dont feel like coding another game to make a haltmann dating sim so take this haltmann x reader fic instead

ok so like u are in dream land right??? well :) it was taken over by capitalizm!!!!1 omg

you, (y/n) the SEXIEST freak in planet plopstar is almost crushed by one of those leg things on the haltmann works company star dream thingy ok? yea so you dodge that and like… there's a window or somethin and a guy falls out of there

you watch as he falls. he falls for like 10 minutes. but then he lands on the ground next to you and you hear a crumch.

"ow" the male says

"omg!!!!! are u ok" u ask the masculine man

"i think i broke my pelvurouscula" he says

"omg no……" u say and hold him gently. u have magic healing powers so u heal him

"gasp" he gasped. "i don't feel like dead anymore"

he gets up and u cant help but admire he. his beautiful egg shaped bod and wicked pinstripe suit. and his luscious hair and mustache.

"newayz my name is haltmann. max profitt haltmann" he said with not a trace of happy

"haltmann….. my name is (y/n)" u smile

"ok" he says. "i have to go home. bye"

he goes into his headquarters but u follow him. u keep talking to him "um so wat are u doing? i almost died" u frowned

"oh no" haltmann says. "did i accidentally park my plant on u"

"ya" u nod

"im so frickign sorry" haltmann starts crying. "i'm such trash i cant commit capitalizm without almost killing peopel"

u frown at the egg's sadness. "dont cry haltmann…" u say comfortationally

"no it's not okay i'm shaking and crying rn. i might throw up" haltmann starts crying

haltmann cries and opens his office door and runs in and throws himself onto his bed dramatically like a sad disney princess. u enter his office and hear some haunting lyrics…

"I pull away to face the pain

I close my eyes and drift away

Over the fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Torn away from you

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us from sorrow's hold

Or from my hard heart"

u turn off haltman's ipod. "Haltmann" u say

"no my music" haltmann sobbed

"haltmann." u say again but more like… asssertively

"ouuu" haltmann screams into his pillow. "first i break my airpods and now my music is dead"

"HALTMANN" u grab him and sit him up

"what" haltmann sniffs

"whats wrong" u ask

"u see (y/n) i lost someone in da past… i forget who that was tho… but like someone died ok? and now im sad" haltmann explaines

"halmann" u look into his deep blue orbs. "i…"

"yes (y/n)?" haltmann blinks his beautiful sapphire saucers at u

"i…" u blush "i…"

"..." haltmann …ed

"i think u need to seek therapy" u gently stroke his bangs

"omg… ur right" haltmann tears up. he gives u a hug. "thank u (y/n)"

"ur welcome" u smile

"im so tired of depression. i will defeat this evil inside me. thank u (y/n)"

u get on his computer and start googling local therapists in dream land. "here's one," u say. "call them and see if they're accepting new patients"

haltmann gets his sexy cellphone out and calls the therapist. "hi mr. therapist, my name is max profitt haltmann and my friend (y/n) says i need therapy"

"ya we can take u in" says the therapit. "we will have u do an intake next month ok"

"n. next month." haltmann starts to tear up

u look at haltmann ernestly. "better late than never, haltmann… ur patience will be rewarded"

haltmann sighs haltmannly. "ok. we will do next month"

haltmann finishes scheduling his therapy appointment. u look at him with a pleased look on ur face. "that was kinda sexxy of u haltmann, working towards self care like that" u smirk and wink

haltmann blushes "haha yea i guess that is pretty sexy. um, not that i'm trying to be cool or anything" he stutters

"hey u can call urself sexy and cool all u want," u laugh. "ur epic even"

"(y/n)..." haltmann blushes. he leans in and gives u a kiss. his cute little mustache hairs tickle ur upper lip.

"teehee" u giggle. "ur mustache is so cute"

"thank u" haltmann says. "star dream says its ugly"

--

2 MONTHS LATER

haltmann knocks on ur door. u open it

"hi (y/n) my sweet honey bunches of oats" haltmann wraps his hands around u and dips u for a kiss

"h-haltmann" u blush "where did this come from"

"so u see, i followed thru with therapy like u suggested. little did i kno this would change my life" haltmann says. "going to therapy made me realize that i wasn't treating myself with respect, and if i want to feel respected by others, i need to develop respect for myself. without respect for myself, i won't be able to recognize gneuine respect from my friends and employees. and i cant live being so cynical anymore. i need to love myself, (y/n). i need to be my own bestie becuz who will be there for me when everyone is gone? i need to be there for myself"

u look at haltmann like this:

"haltmann… u… u mean…"

"yea. i love myself, (y/n), and its thanks to u…" haltmann kisses u again. "sory i didnt talk to you for the past 2 months btw i was depressed amd busy with therapy lol"

"its ok haltmann i love u no matter what" u stroke his egg head

"yea" haltmann nods. "um btw i like need some new music to listen to bc my therapist says i shuld stop listening to such depressing music if it makes me wallow in sadness more"

"say no more" u say as u smirk and take out of ur bookshelf a CDs of Hannah Montana 3 and the High School Musical Sountrack

u and haltmann spend the night picking out the best disney channel songs to boost his self confidence. soon enough its morning. "omg its morning" haltmann gasps

"it was nice spending the night with u haltmann" u blushed "we should do it again someday"

"no, (y/n)" haltmann gives u an onion ring "we will do it again today. marry me"

"ok" u blush

u and haltmann have a beautiful wedding with the stupidest most extravagant dress and cake bcuz hes rich. ur live happy ever after the end

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

After Maeve

- after Maeve’s tragic murder, Spencer isolated himself in his apartment for a while

- in the two weeks he didnt leave his apartment, he was left multiple gift baskets by Penelope, and every member of the team came to visit at least once, only to be met by an unanswered door

- Spencer had gotten used to the knocks at his door followed by the voices of his friends offering their support, he never had the strength to reply verbally, but he appreciated their visits

- one day, though, a knock was followed by a voice he hadnt heard before

“Umm...hello? Is anybody home?”

- Spencer lifted himself from the couch and travelled the great distance for his front door. looking through the peephole, he saw a woman that he didnt recognise, holding a plate with a towel tenting slightly over it

- she looked worried. that was enough to override Spencer’s grief as his FBI instincts took over and he opened the door

- she grinned at him with an expression of intense relief

“O-Oh! Hello! I wasnt expecting you to answer the door, my name is (Y/N).”

“Who are you?”

- Spencer was beyond confused, but when he saw the blush that lit up your face, he wondered if his question seemed harsh or rude

“I-I live just across the hall, I moved in last week and ever since, I’ve seen people come and go from your door- a blonde woman with glasses brings baskets regularly. A-At first, because nobody ever answered the door, I thought maybe whoever lived here passed away and they were leaving things in your memory. B-But they talked to you through the door sometimes, I noticed on my way to and from work. So I thought, well, you must have gone through something terrible and I wouldnt be a very good neighbour if I didnt try to help- I know it isnt my place and Im sorry if Im oversteppi- I made some cookies but u-uh you dont have to tell me anything, I just thought- oh god Im sorry, I’ll just go.”

- your explanation was hurried, panicked and somewhat guilty as you attempted to speed walk back to your apartment

“Wait!”

- Spencer called as loudly as he could manage, you turned to face him, still clutching the towel-covered plate that he now knew to be hiding freshly baked cookies

“You dont know me, we’ve never even...”

- he couldnt bring himself to finish his sentence. never even met, just like her

- tears stung his eyes, his voice left him

- immediately, you noticed the changes in his body language and you scrambled over to him, placing the plate of cookies on the floor among the baskets

“Can I hug you? Is that alright?”

- Spencer nodded and you didnt take another second to think before you pulled him into your arms

- as soon as you embraced him, his tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks

- much to his surprise, the hug didnt feel awkward at all. it was the most comfort he had allowed himself to receive

- he felt more comfortable with someone who didnt know him, didnt know the details of what happened to him. you were someone new, someone who had never known him before he had been in this state; you had no expectations of him, no loyalties or personal care towards him, so he could break in front of you

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re ok. Take some deep breaths for me.”

- your voice was so soothing to him, the first one he’d really heard ever since that gunshot

- Spencer nodded into your shoulder and pulled away from you slightly, which was your signal to let go of him

- he wiped his tears while you picked up the plate of cookies and gave them to him

“Like I said, you dont have to tell me anything, but these are for you. Im right across the hall if you need me.”

- and you were

- at least once a week, you would knock on Spencer’s door and deliver him a new batch of some homemade baked goods

- cookies, cakes, banana breads, anything!

- sometimes Spencer didnt have the strength to answer the door. on those days, you’d leave the plate of food at his door, run back to your apartment, handwrite a quick note with a pen, then run back to his door to place the note on top of the plate. that way he’d still get a little bit of conversation from you, even if he didnt have the strength to answer

- he couldnt describe the combination of appreciation and guilt

- on the one hand, you were ridiculously sweet to him, unconditionally caring towards someone who was little more than a stranger to you, at a time when he really needed a friend

- on the other hand though, you were working tirelessly all day and then coming home to immediately bake him something more than once a week, he didnt think he deserved that, and the closer you got to him the more in danger you were

- that mentality continued throughout your friendship

- you two naturally drifted closer than friends did, but every time Spencer noticed, he would retract into himself

- he thought he was protecting you, but in reality he was hurting you

- he didnt realise just how much pain he was causing until you confessed your feelings and broke down crying because you thought your obvious feelings for him had been making him uncomfortable

- that’s when he told you about Maeve

- it wasnt easy for him, even after knowing you over sixth months

- he cried, you cried, it was a very emotional moment

- he assured you that he did care about you a lot, more than he would for a friend, but he was just so broken

- you held him until he stopped crying, and then you told him something that changed his whole perspective

“Spencer, it is impossible for history to repeat itself. You can hit me with any statistic you want, but the fact is, no matter how similar an event may be to another, the people involved, the time, the day, the context- it would all be different, and therefore not a repeat at all. What happened to Maeve will not happen to me.”

- he knew you were right, and your words did reassure him, but his heart was still wounded; it was scarred

- somehow, without him having to say anything, you knew exactly what he needed to hear

“I dont want a relationship, not now, and not ever unless you are completely ready. Patience is as easy as breathing when it comes to love, Spence, so I dont mind waiting.”

- and that was that, you two had come to an understanding

- over time, Spencer allowed himself to venture closer to you, emotionally as well as physically

- your presence was comforting enough that once he calmed down, he wasnt afraid of the feelings he had for you

- you explained to him randomly one day that part of you was worried he only thought he had feelings for you because you had helped him heal, in the sense of sexual transference syndrome

- while you were rambling about this and essentially inventing a cop-out for Spencer just in case he didnt actually love you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you walking beside him, and kissed you

- he then took a few steps, acting as though he was casually continuing to walk, while you stood frozen, in a daze

- Spencer gave you a dazzling grin, like the swoon-worthy interest in a cheesy romance movie

- without a word, you reflected his grin back at him, and took the few steps necessary to catch up with him

- the two of you began walking side by side again in silence, avoiding eye contact bashfully

- you gingerly reached out your hand and nudged his ever so gently

- Spencer smiled to himself and interlaced his fingers with yours

- and that was just the beginning

[choco-leche]

Smurfs in your style looking so cute and also like themselve, i really like it!

But can you tell more about Blue Moon Guild au, please?

Oh wow, I genuinely didn’t think anyone would be that interested in my Au. Im gonna be honest I dont have much on a set story. I basically pulled a reset on this Au and tried to start from scratch. Originally it was a SmurfsXFairy Tail kind of Au but then I wanted to turn it into its own story. Im on and off in developing it but I can give you what I have.

When the time for the next generation of smurfs we’re supposed to be delivered a war broke out between a multitude of species and Papa Smurf and SmurfWillow’s homes and they were forced to engage. In order to protect the next generation they sent every stork that cane to find a different home for each Smurfling in order to keep them safe some better than others. Three smurflings, Handy, Hefty, and Astronomer, were dropped of in the middle of a dragon gathering. Hefty was taken in by an ill tempered fire dragon, Handy was taken by a kindhearted steel dragon, and Astronomer was taken by a reclusive ice dragon. By the time most smurfs had reached their toddler years Papa smurf had created a guild in hopes that all the scattered smurfs would find him.

Many years later around 1/3 of the smurfs had found the guild in their teen years and dragons had officially been declared extinct due to over hunting . Greedy and Dreamy, two recent additions to the guild stumbled upon the dragon siblings. They brought them to Papa since apparently they didn’t know a lick of english and he made it clear that they shouldn’t let their dragon heritage be known to anyone but them. Not even the others smurfs know. The stories are in an episodic form following them as they take requests from those who need help while trying to hide who they are.

There is so much that’s changed about it over the years. This story is meant to include a multitude of different smurfs stories, not just Handy Hefty and Astronomer as originally planned. Their closest friends at first were actually supposed to be Lazy and Tailor but that changed a bit and now its Greedy and Dreamy. The dragon trio were gonna have the same powers of dragon slayers from fairytail but I changed it to had traits and abilities directly related to a dragon (its hard to explain), and being able to direct their dragon fire through weapons instead of their body. I also had a binder full of all the smurfs backstories and powers that got scrapped but some of it is being reused.

I wanted to make a comic series from this but my lack of motivation and story telling skills were pretty lackluster so i never got to it. And a lot is still being worked on but maybe I’ll finish it one day.

Okay, I think that’s everything. Sorry for the long wait and the length of this. But I hope this answers some questions. If not feel free to ask, Im happy to answer

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helios 3 Angel Birth

Continuing the Luna Legacy. More to come soon as Kara nears her first birth!

A Few short hours after attending Molly’s birth Kara was heading to garden 30 once more to meet up with Angel as she promised. Kara figured Angel must be getting pushy as her sac of waters had broke hours before.  As she made her way through the hallways of Helios Birth Center it was strangely quiet. She approached garden 30 entry door but stopped as an alert tone came from above.

“This is Central Command with an announcement to all expecting and birthing mothers.”

“It has come to our attention that we need to address central mission policy. There will be no assisted births by other mothers, you are allowed to give support, but do not assist in delivering a baby, no matter how much the mother is struggling you are to remain hands off. Also do not rush your births, rushing causes tears and injury to mom and baby. We strive to protect mothers in this mission and their young as they are the future of our mission. Please birth carefully and patiently. This has been a Central Command Announcement.” 

Kara took note and headed toward the spot Angel had mentioned. Kara made her way through the garden until she reached Angel. Angel was on a birth pad, curled up in pushing position. Kara could hear her little grunts and moans as she got closer. 

“Theres my cute little pusher!” Kara said.

“Oh your here!” Angel said. “Did you hear the annoucement?”

“Yes, I hope Molly is ok.” Kara said. 

“Hows baby coming?” Kara asked.

“Well no baby yet, this is now day 5.” Angel said.

“Yeah but you are carrying a big baby to!” Kara said. 

“True.” Angel said. 

“Well give me a big push, lets see where that little girl is.” Kara said. 

“Ok I’ll try and push her.” Angel said.

Angel pulled back her tiny legs and curled up, chin pressed against her belly. Her belly shook as she made a push. Angels Tiny little opening dripped a bit of fluid. 

“Oh Im so wet! Angel said. 

“Is that from you?” Kara asked.

“Yeah I was pleasuring myself.” Angel said.

“Is orgasmic birthing ok? Kara asked.

“Yes, I checked with Central Command, as long as it doesn’t hurt the baby, I figured shes  so far inside me it won’t hurt her.” Angel said.

“True yeah I see no signs of her head yet.” Kara said.

“Poor little baby stuck in mamma.” Angel said.

Kara giggled. “Yeah shes stuck alright, thats going to be a tight fit!” 

“I’ll be amazed if I can get her head out in the next 2 to 3 days.” Angel said.

“Well I’ll be here to support you!” Kara said. 

“Thank you, It makes me feel good to have you here as a friend.” Angel said.

Angel grabbed her opening with her hands and pulled it open exposing her vulva, and birth canal.

“Can you see her if I push?” Angel said grunting a push.

Kara moved over and looked inside Angels opening. Way in back as Angel bore down Kara could see a tiny little patch of hair very deep inside. 

“Yep I see a tiny little bit of hair wayyyy inside there, shes a long ways in yet.” Kara said. 

Angel let go of her opening, it slowly closed up hiding the babies tiny tuft of hair deep in the clenches or her skin. 

“So after 5 days I’m still a very pregnant girl?” Angel asked. 

“Yes hun, Very pregnant, she's not going to pop out anytime fast.” Kara said. 

Angel covered herself up with a blanket as she rubbed her big belly. 

“Well looks like you get to stay in my tummy a bit longer, But don’t worry momma will push you out eventually.” Angel said.

“So how is pregnancy going for you?” Angel asked Kara.

“Quite well, getting bigger each day, I enjoy being pregnant though.” Kara said.

“Well thats good, cause it has its moments.” Angel said.

“Honesty I’m looking forward to birth.” Kara said. 

“You actually want to push out a baby.” Angel said.

“Well yeah, birth is part of it, I enjoy it.” Kara said.

“Thats great Kara, Honestly at first I was dreading this, but now seeing myself all swollen up and pregnant, I’m coming around to it, I just feel so full and beautiful.” Angel said.

“Thats what its all about, Your beautiful and providing a great service to the mission.” Kara replied. 

Just then Angel felt pushy once more. 

“Its time to start working this baby out!” Angel said. 

“Ok you go girl, lets see them tummy pushing muscles.” Kara said. 

Angel uncovered herself and pulled back her legs. She gave a nice little push. Her belly button protruded with the push. She made cute little grunty noises as she tried pushing her baby.

“Oh you such a cute little pusher, That belly button is just to cute! Kara said. “Just keep working that bun out of your oven.” 

Angel pushed again, as she pushed her baby kicked in her belly, Kara could see the kicks as Angel continued to push.

“Active baby in there, shes protesting you trying to push her out of there!” Kara said. 

“Her little protests are so cute, I can feel her wanting to stay in my tummy.” Angel said. “But shes gotta come out eventually!” 

Angel resumed a few more pushes before taking a break. She knew getting the big baby out of her was going to be no easy task. About 20 more minutes of contractions came and went. Angel assumed a side laying position with her foot up on a squat bar. Her belly out in front of her beautiful little body.

“Kara can we check my progress again?” Angel asked.

“Of course, Hold open and push hard!” 

Angel reached down with her hands and pulled at the sides of her opening , opening up to reveal what was in her birth canal. Angel gave a hard push.

“Well look here, I see a baby head!” Kara said. “Her head is through the cervix and starting to come forward, Good job momma!”

Angel let go of her push and of her opening. Her tight skin entrapping the baby head back within her. She poked her finger in and tried to feel her, She was unfortunately still to far in to feel just yet.

“I want to feel my baby inside me. “ Angel said.

“You will shortly, just a bit more pushing.” Kara said.

Knowing her baby was close to her opening, Angel bore down hard trying to get baby out. She wanted to save energy, but she wanted to feel her baby to. Angel pushed and strained, but she was making progress. After another hour of pushing her opening began to start to bulge when she pushed. 

“Babies head is getting close!” Kara said. “Reach down and feel.” 

Angel reached down to feel, she poked her finger in and it eventually hit something.

“Oh thats babies head!” Angel said. “Its still very in me, but its there!”

“Yes, you are slowly becoming less pregnant.” Kara said. 

“Oh its exciting!” Angel said. 

“Now you just have to get that noggan out of there.” Kara said.

“Truth.” Angel replied. “Thats still a question whether she’ll fit.” 

Angel returned to pushing her baby, she was starting to bulge with each push. Though small, her little grunts and pushes were slowly moving the baby. Another hour went by with pushing and frequent breaks. 

“Ok lets see where she is at.” Kara said. 

Angel was still on her side, she pulled open her pussy revealing a tiny patch of head just inside.

“Baby is close!” Kara said. 

Angel poked her finger in and for the first time was wable to feel her babies head. Her pussy closed up around her finger once again covering baby. 

“Ohh my baby is so close!” Angel said.

“A few more pushes and she will start showing.” Kara said. 

Angel got right back to pushing, making her little body work to get the baby out. Each push was slowly making headway. After 5 days of labor, and 4 hours or straight pushing, her baby was about to make its first appearance in her opening. Angel worked for another 30 minutes, finally she got a result. Angel pushed hard and a tiny little tuft of hair poked out of her opening. Though it immediately went back in, Kara was happy to see some outward progress from all of Angels hard work.

“A little hair just poked out.” Kara said. 

“I can feel her stretching my opening now when I push.” Angel said. “It feels Amazing.”

“Good girl, Your doing well.” Kara said.

Angel switched positions to her back, she pulled back and pushed. The baby came forth a bit with a tiny tuft of hair poking out, Angel tried to get her to come farther but could not. She ended the push and the baby went back in her belly.

“Well your now in the hardest stage, Working that big head out, pushing baby against the tight perenuim that wants to hold baby in your tummy.” Kara said.

Angel pushed again bringing baby back into view briefly before retracting back in her belly. Angel could feel her slip back. She rubbed her big belly.

“Good girl, good girl, just doing what you need to do to come out.” Angel said.

Angel changed back to side laying, with one leg up on a squat bar. She made grunty pushes working her baby toward crown, yet crowning was a long ways away. Angel made a big push that moved the baby down to its farthest point yet. A tiny bit of the babies scalp was visible in her opening. With the end of the push it went back inside. Angel pushed again, the baby came into the opening a bit farther and then retreated back inside.

“Well its sure harder gettting un-pregnant then pregnant.” Angel said

“Yeah thats the truth, impregnation took like 3 minutes hahah!” Kara said.

“Its time for a change of scenery.” Angel said. 

After pushing for a few hours it was time to walk around a bit. As Angel stood up she could feel her baby retract farther inside her belly. Her belly got bigger as baby was now not as low in her body. She was still firmly pregnant, and baby wasn’t coming out easily. 

“Feels like I never pushed at all, shes so far in again.” Angel said

“There is a private area in Garden 10, I’d like to try and birth the head there.” Angel said.

Angel and Kara made there way to the entrance of garden 10. Garden ten was the waterfall garden. Similar to Garden 31, but with multiple water features. Angel found her favorite spot and was ready to get to work trying to get the head out. She was laying on her back. She made a few grunty pushes and was soon able to get the babies top of head to stay visible. Now Angel was in full battle mode. Her against her tight perineum holding baby inside. Angel pushed, forcing the babies head into her opening, as she held her push the baby stayed, but at the end of the push the baby went back in. She tried once more. Holding a push and seeing babies head, but then going back in at the end. 

“Tight spot there.” Kara said. 

“She's so close but so far!” Angel said.

“She will come out in time.” Kara said. 

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it, I didn’t expect this feeling.” Angel stated.

“What feeling?” Kara asked.

“The feeling of the baby coming into my opening, but then slipping back in, Its almost sensual in a way.” Angel said.

“As in sexual?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, orgasmic.” Angel said.

“Its the part we are missing.” Kara said. “We were impregnated artificially with a syringe, we didn’t get to experience impregnation by a man.” 

“This is true.” Angel said.

“We didn’t get to feel the intense pleasure of intercourse to get pregnant.” Kara said.

“Well maybe this feeling makes up for that.” Angel stated.

“Well I’m sure its not as good, but its something.” Kara said

Angel began pushing again. She pulled back her legs and bore down. Baby came into view right away, but slipped back right after the push. Angel rubbed her big belly, feeling it expand slightly as her baby slipped back in.

“Oooo yeah, Good girl.” Angel said aloud.

Angel pushed again feeling her baby push against her opening once more. It stayed for a few seconds before returning inside her. It was no progress, but Angel didn’t mind at all. Angel continued to work hard pushing her baby. She continued to push almost consistently, but made little progress. The babies head continued to slid in after every push. Angel stood up and walked around a bit to get the baby in a better position. Pacing helped her overall feeling, but didn’t really progress the baby. She then took position on a birthing stand, squatting to push. This helped open her, and the babies head was getting bigger in her opening. The head was starting to stay put after pushing. 

“Shes staying.” Kara said.

“Yes, I can feel the stretch!” Angel said as she pushed once more. 

Angel was excited to feel her babies head coming so far out, but it as short lived. Not long after her last push the head started to retract back in. Slowly the baby disappeared back inside her belly.

“Oh there she goes!” Kara said. 

“Yep back in!” Angel said feeling her belly swell back up. 

“Mmmm that does feel good though.” Angel said.

“Its good you like it, cause shes not going to just pop out of there!” Kara said.

“Remember reading about the past?” Angel said. “Back when women had babies that were 7-10 pounds?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago?” Kara replied.

“Yeah, crazy right, now they average 15-18 pounds at birth, we are pretty much birthing toddlers, not babies!” Angel stated.

“So true!” Kara said. “Thats why it takes, a week or more to birth them to!” 

Angel had another contraction and began pushing. The baby came forth quickly in her opening, slowly expanding it. The head came farther this time stretching its way through the tight clenches of Angels vagina. She pushed harder and harder, the baby wasn’t going back in, but it was progressing slowly forward. After almost 12 hours of constant pushing, she was making headway. The head was getting larger in the opening. 

“My goodness girl, I Can’t believe the stretch!” Kara said.

“I know, I dont know how much more I have to give!” Angel replied.

The baby stretched farther and farther out, The head was massive! The crown had begun, or so she thought. The baby wasn’t going back in, but it wasn’t progressing either. Angel gave a couple tries, but with no luck. The head held tight. She grabbed hard on the birth bar and tried again. Nothing. She deep squatted and pushed, she also wiggled her hips back and forth. No go. Angel wiggled a bit more but was unable to get the babies head to come free. The head was now near its widest point, but wasn’t coming out. Angel continued to try, but the baby was clearly stuck. 

“I’d help, but I can’t. Kara said. 

“I know, its ok, its stings so bad!” Angel said. 

“I can’t seem to stretch anymore!” Angel said.

Angel made a couple wiggles and deep squats to attempt to move the baby, but no progress was made. All of a sudden the baby began to retract back in. The retract was slow and Angel tried to fight it. 

“No shes going back in!” Angel said.

“Back in your belly!” Kara said. 

The baby slipped back in and out of sight. Angels belly swelled up as the baby slipped back inside. Angel was back to being fully pregnant. 

“Wow, now that was a slip in!” Kara said. 

“Yeah that was intense!” Angel said rubbing her big belly. 

Shortly after Angel began the pushing once more. The baby came forth quickly this time as she was now stretched out. The head slowly came back to the crown. Angel reached a hand down and wiggled the head slightly as she pushed. This was sensual for her. Feeling the baby wiggle in her opening was intense pleasure. After a few pushes and feeling the head move in her opening, she could hold back no longer. She orgasmed. The intense contractions forced the baby tighter in the opening. With a tiny yelp from Angel, the babies head popped free with a gush of fluids. 

“Shes here!” Angel said.

“Yes, Good girl.” Kara said. 

The babies head was now out, but Angel knew it would take much more time to birth the shoulders. She needed to get used to having a head between her legs as she may be in this state for up to a couple days. Angel stood up to attempt to walk. The babies head as so big that even with her legs slightly spread, the head was touching both of her legs. She was able to waddle, but not very efficiently. 

“I want to swim.” Angel said. 

“Yes that sounds lovely.” Kara agreed.

Angel pressed her com-link. 

“Two transports needed, Garden 10 back corner.” Angel said.

Within minutes two transport scooters arrived. Kara and Angel boarded them and headed toward the pool decks. As Angel was riding down the passageway she was trying desperately not to push, even though she had to. Luckily they arrived at the pool decks rather quickly. 

“The pools look busy this evening.” Angel said.

“Yes must be a popular time.” Kara said.

“Pick the one with the least folks if we can.” Angel said.

Kara approached the door and scanned in. The computer replied.

“Welcome to pool 3, there are currently 3 other users in birth.” 

“Good enough.” Angel said.

The door opened and the girls entered. The pool deck was similar to all the other pools. Deepest point was about a meter deep, and most of it was shallower. This pool however was the flagship birth pool, so the pool itself was equipt with squat bars, birth stools, and other birthing assistance. Inside the pool hall were three other birthing mothers. One mother in particular caught Angels eye. She was swimming in the deeper water, and Angel clearly could see her baby. She was at the same step in the process, head out and waiting shoulders. The second mother was perched on a birth stool, attempting to birth her babies head. Kara could tell she was clearly struggling as her face was reddish in color. The third mother was swimming in the shallows, upon closer look, Kara noticed that she had two tiny feet dangling from her opening, she was clearly birthing breech and just getting started. Kara and Angel hopped in. Angel loved the feeling of the warm water soothing her burning perineum. Her baby took notice to, as the water overcame the babies head she could feel tiny kicks in her belly. Angel swam a bit, and then took position on a birth stool. Her birth stool was nearby another mother, who was struggling to birth her baby. She was working and straining hard to get the head out, but not having much luck. Angel watched, she could see the babies head going in and out with each push. It made angel feel pushy to. Kara joined Angel as she began to push the shoulders. At first Angel was making tiny pushes without any real progress. Her attention was more focused on the mother nearby trying to get her babies head out. She watched the mother struggle and strain, only to have her baby go back inside after each push. Concentration then turned to her contractions. The force of her contractions was building as her body was trying its best to push the baby out. Angel just worked through each surge calmly and gently. A couple hours passed and Angel wanted to go back to Garden 10 to officially give birth. The girls made there way back on the scooters and took position in the nice secluded area. 

“Well I think its time to get that baby out!” Kara said. 

“Yes, time to work.” Angel replied.

With the babies head out, the work of the shoulders had begun. Angel selected a birth squat bar and began pushing hard. When a contraction came Angel squatted down to push, opening her pelvis. At the end of the push she returned to a semi-standing pose. Kara noticed that when Angel pushed her belly button protruded. This made her giggle.

“Whats funny?” Angel asked. 

“Your belly button when you push, its cute.” Kara said.

Angel kept going harder and harder. She began wiggling her hips as she pushed in attempt to free the baby. It was all quite the sight for Kara to watch. Soon tthe babies neck became more visible, she was making progress. She kept pushing.

Finally Angel squatted and pushed with all her might. The babies first shoulder popped free. The next push had the other shoulder. Now just the chest and body remained inside Angel. Angel waddled over to a birth pad holding onto the baby as she walked. She laid down and began pushing the body out, little by little the baby came free.

“You did it!” Kara said. 

“I know, my baby is here!” Angel replied. 

Angel alerted central command who came on got the baby, as well as Angel. It would now be 6 months before Angel would be re-impregnated again. Kara realized it would be all to soon for her to begin her birth. 

[violet-moonstone]

dagur/viggo wip: "At Your Service"

In which Dagur infuriates Viggo by flirting with him

this is the beginning of the fic im working on...its becoming a little longer than i expected...just a little...it'll probably be around 9k words

so I wanted to share the first 1500 words or so - not done editing yet, so there may be errors

With heavy eyes, Viggo skimmed the ledger that had been delivered to his office quarters. He exhaled in frustration. This would infuriate him for some time—the fact that money had been stolen right out from under him, and by one of his own men! His fury at the insult would no doubt interrupt his already troubled sleep later in the night. He rested his elbows on his desk and clasped his hands. He closed his tired eyes, trying to think. A shrill cry broke the silence. 

“OH GODS, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, I’M SORRY!” 

Well, at least the issue was being addressed.

The scream came all the way from the brig. It pierced through the floors and walls of the ship, filling the air with the sounds of agony. The screaming went on for quite some time, and then there was silence. He’d better not be dead already, Viggo thought. It would be a hassle to find yet another worker from the dragon fighting pit to interrogate without arousing suspicion from his associates. Viggo needed this matter sorted out efficiently and discreetly—ideally without rounding up the entire lot of workers at the fighting pit if it could be avoided. 

Viggo’s thoughts were interrupted when Dagur came into his quarters unwelcomed and unannounced. His fists were bruised and he was splattered with blood. His hands and forearms were covered with the stuff. What had once been rivulets of blood had dried onto Dagur’s pale skin like maps of rivers drawn with red ink. His chest heaved, perhaps from rushing to Viggo’s office—or perhaps from the excitement of dismembering or flaying or teeth-pulling, or whatever gruesome act Dagur preferred. Viggo grimaced at his appearance. Dagur didn’t even have the decency to clean himself up before coming to speak with him.

Dagur opened his mouth to speak but stopped short when Viggo held up a finger for silence.

“When I’m finished.” Viggo continued looking over the ledger. It was an unnecessary delay. He’d already looked for evidence of the stolen funds a dozen times. He just wanted to make Dagur wait. The young man needed to be put in his place on a regular basis. But eventually, his wide-eyed staring unnerved Viggo. He disliked the way Dagur’s eyes watched him…there was something about it wholly unlike the way Viggo’s other men looked at him—he was used to an appropriate level of deference, even fear. Dagur had likely been used to the same, once upon a time. Perhaps that was why he insisted on being a thorn in Viggo’s side. 

Lately, Dagur had made a habit of making “jokes” at Viggo’s expense, often in front of others, and always with some vulgar implication. It was getting on Viggo’s nerves and he did not have the patience to deal with it today. 

Viggo finally looked up from his ledger with a glance. “I assume you’ve made progress?”

“I certainly have.” Dagur’s smug tone made Viggo roll his eyes. He stood there proudly with his hands on his hips as if waiting for praise.

“And?” Viggo demanded.

“Oh, right. Okay, so the embezzlement ring is much bigger than we originally thought. There’s like, a dozen guys in on it. Ulf is just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Hmm.” Viggo hummed against his bridged hands. “And I wonder if our dear friend Ulf was perhaps incentivized to give whatever names it would take in order for the pain to stop.”

Dagur folded his arms. “Uh…I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I got the right names. Why would Ulf lie?”

“You’re pretty sure?” Viggo examined his nails, unimpressed. “Well if that doesn’t inspire confidence, I don’t know what would.”

“Definitely sure,” Dagur corrected. There’s no way he was holding back.”

Viggo sighed. “That sounds like it’s precisely the problem. Some people—most people in fact—will say just about anything to prevent a great deal of pain. Judging by the screaming I heard, Ulf sounded ready to implicate his own mother if it would make the torture stop. You went about it too bluntly.”

“Bluntly?” Dagur laughed. “I used a knife!”

“No, you idiot,” Viggo smacked his forehead. “I mean you interrogated him incorrectly.”

Dagur held out his arms in exasperation. “How is that even possible? You said to make him talk!”

“Not just to say anything—to tell us what we need to know!” Viggo shook his head in disbelief. “How did you go about getting him to talk? What was your strategy?”

Dagur blinked. He wore an empty-headed expression of perfect stupidity. “Strategy? The strategy in torture is make them hurt, yes?”

Viggo rested his head against his hand. “Yes, thank you for that masterful lesson, Dagur. But what you’ve missed is that when applied without forethought, pain can make anyone agree to anything, thereby making the confession worthless and the interrogation itself a waste of time.” Viggo accentuated each point with sharp, swift gestures. “There’s an art to it—you can’t just rush in with full force! You have to gradually increase the pain; think strategically—offer moments of respite and hope; try to influence their thinking with more than just physical pain, and—” he interrupted himself, annoyed. Dagur was just staring at him blankly. Viggo’s knowledge was wasted on the likes of him. “Oh, nevermind. Perhaps I should have had Ryker do it. Or better yet, if I wanted it done correctly, I should have done it myself.”

“Oh, nonononono,” Dagur insisted. “You definitely don’t need Ryker. I did perfectly fine!”

Viggo scoffed. “Fine? And you’re happy with that? If you’re going to be of use to me, I need you to be more than fine.”

Dagur glared at him for a moment, but then his body language changed. He was no longer defensive, but confident and cavalier. He smirked and a dark look came over his eyes. “Well if you want me to be of use, I can assure you I’d be more than fine.”

“Dagur—”

“I can be whatever you want.”

“A—!” Viggo stopped short, glaring angrily. That detestable audacity again! No matter what Viggo did, Dagur was like a gnat incessantly buzzing about his ears. He only showed a proper amount of respect when he was swatted. Viggo didn’t need or want Dagur’s advances. He was not one to be so easily influenced by petty flattery, and certainly not by the likes of this boorish fool. Besides, if Viggo were looking for intimacy, he would do the pursuing, not the other way around.

“Apparently not,” Viggo spat, when he had finally collected himself. “After all, I want you to be competent, not complacent in your own self-satisfaction.”

Without missing a beat, Dagur replied with a grin. “Well hey, there’s plenty of satisfaction to go around. I’m sure you and I can arrange something…”

“Enough!” Viggo pushed himself up from his chair. He hoisted the ledger from his desk and launched it at Dagur’s head. Dagur narrowly ducked out of the way. The heavy book hit the door and then the ground with a thud. “I don’t have time for your insolence! I have been cheated and I trusted you to help me clear up this mess. I thought it would be an opportunity for you to prove yourself, but clearly you’re not taking it seriously!”

Dagur straightened up. “I am taking it seriously!” He sounded petulant, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as well. “I just don’t understand—”

“Yes, that’s the trouble, isn’t it?” Viggo snapped. “Your lack of understanding? Lack of care, lack of thought—”

“Whenever I try to think, you tell me to stop!” Dagur clasped his hands behind himself, straightened his back to an exaggerated degree, and frowned deeply. “All thinking has been done, Dagur. You just need to do as you’re told, Dagur. Just follow orders, Dagur.” His impression was preposterous. “Isn’t that what you always tell me?”

Viggo’s lip curled with distaste. “That’s what I tell you when I’ve given you direct orders. In this case, I gave you some freedom to act on your own, and you couldn’t even be bothered to do more than carry out mindless violence.” He exhaled. “You know, if you want to make something of yourself, you need to use your mind as well as your muscles…”

It was a common habit of men of Dagur’s…physical state to rely too heavily on their brawns at the expense of developing their brains. One needed only to glance at Dagur to see what he prized. His biceps bulged dramatically. The veins in his toned forearms rippled as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His sinewy neck tensed, as it always did when he was upset. Gods, what an irritatingly strapping brute.

Viggo realized that he had been staring at Dagur’s body—and worse, Dagur had caught him staring. He gazed back, but instead of his usual salacious grin, he looked somewhat surprised. 

Viggo huffed and waved a hand. “No matter. I’ll get to the bottom of the Ulf situation. You’re dismissed.”

Dagur hesitated. “So…you don’t want me to do anything else? Like go back and double check with him or…?”

“No, Dagur. I want you to do as you’re told.”

Dagur grumbled to himself. He was still visibly upset, but sufficiently knocked down a peg. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. He turned to leave but then noticed the ledger still laying on the ground. He pointed to it. “Uh…Viggo? Do you still want this?”

Viggo held out a hand and waited silently as Dagur picked the book up and handed it back to him. At least he had the decency to do that.

Viggo sat back down. “There’s a good lad,” he said with a biting tone.

But Dagur hadn’t sensed the mockery in Viggo’s voice. He gave a ridiculous grin. “Uh, thanks?”

Viggo recoiled as he pulled the book back. Of course Dagur was arrogant enough to take a demeaning comment as flirtation. “That wasnt—” Viggo protested, “I didn’t mean—! Ugh, out! Just get out!”

Dagur gave the smallest smirk before turning to leave. Insufferable. He did a little salute with two fingers, “You got it, Viggo.” He pauses at the door. “But let me know if I can be of use. I’m at your service.” He winked.

Before Viggo could yell at him again, Dagur was already gone.