#also she's getting another skin this year noice

[ssa-sugar-tits]

queen of hearts // chapter seven

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings : nsfw, angst, smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, choking, death penalty mention

a/n : reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

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SPENCER'S POV

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I try to stay composed as I leave the room but I know Y/N sees right through me. She did the whole time. Every time I spoke to her my eyes drifted to her lips or body. Everyone's staring at me and I realize they must not have heard her whisper.

"What did she ask for?" Hotch asks.

I gulp, embarrassed. Embarrassed by her request and by the fact that I want to complete it so badly.

"Kid?" Morgan looks uneasy and JJ starts to lean her head on Emily. My voice comes out low and unsteady.

"She told me to..." I clear my throat and avert my gaze. "make love to her."

Reactions are varied. Hotch and Rossi both seem to have the same calm, yet concerned face. JJ looks uncomfortable and Emily looks... disappointed? But not in me. In Y/N. Morgan scoffs and surprisingly half-smiles to himself. He breaks the silence and asks, "Now what?"

"I-I have to, don't I? She has the location of Chris Lincoln and all the... hearts she's collected."

Desperate much?

Hotch lets out an unexpected, exasperated sigh before agreeing.

"It does seem to be the only way but Reid, you don't have to do this."

I have no idea if anyone knows I want to do this. And god do I want to. But I just nod and look back at Y/N. She's biting her lip and twirling her hair with a smirk evident and it only makes my ache for her grow even more.

"Pick one of us to stay and make sure she doesn't try anything and then go in there."

That's... it?

I'm surprised by the compliance from the team. Having sex with our unsub is easily classified as something that should not be done under any circumstances. Who to stay with me? I'd say Morgan but I'd also rather he not see this. I don't want anyone to see actually. JJ would be extremely uncomfortable... and so would everyone else. I scan the team once more before choosing.

"Emily." I croak out. Her eyebrows furrow and she opens her mouth to speak but changes her mind. I don't blame her, I'm a bit surprised that I want her to stay too. I know she blames me but she's the obvious choice.

"Okay, I'm here."

The team leaves and Morgan dials a number that I recognize as Garcia's. To update her? Vent? Probably the latter given how much this case is straining us all.

"Reid? You ready?"

"No not at all." She forces a weak smile before she pulling me into a hug.

"It's okay Spencer. Go."

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I walk in and she's still twirling her hair slowly. Immediately I want to run my hands through it and take her body as mine but I know I have to be careful about this.

"So? You're accepting my conditions?"

The way she speaks and bats her eyes makes me fall in love with her all over again.

"Y-Yes." She smiles and lifts her cuffed hands as if to tell me to remove them. I do and she props herself up on the table. Her sparkling, glossy eyes look me up and down sinfully and my breath becomes ragged. Her soft hand rises to my cheek and another grips onto my hair. She reaches up and kisses me, passionately and deeply. My hands move to her waist and for the first time in 2 years I feel happiness.

In the Quantico interrogation room with a prolific murderer, I finally feel safe.

Her tongue brushes my bottom lip and I separate my lips to let the kiss go further. When her tongue meets mine, I can't help but moan into her mouth and smile. One hand moves down to the collar my shirt and I melt into her touch. She starts to unbutton it before removing it entirely and then she takes her own and throws it to the ground. I take in her beauty and moan as she leans in to kiss me again and her bare chest touches mine. Cupping her breast with one hand and hooking my fingers on her jeans, I pull them off and she works on my pants quickly. She wraps her legs around my waist and I know she can feel my length against her because she starts to tug on my hair and run a hand down my chest. My lips move to her neck and marks start to form on her soft skin. She hums in delight and I put my mouth on her breast. They're just as perfect and amazing as I remember. Her back archs against me and she moans softly. My tongue circles her deliciously and sucks at her nipple while she runs her hands through my hair. Neither of us says a word but at the same time the intimacy screams everything we need to say. She moves my head from her body and takes my boxers off, using her hand to touch my now free erection. Groaning and treading a hand on her thigh, I slip off her last piece of clothing and run a thumb over her clit prompting another pleasured moan. Kissing me again before pushing my body away, she spreads out on the interrogation table. Exposed and stunning, I can't contain the lust I'm feeling for her and I tell her,

"You're gorgeous Y/N. You're perfect." The rational thoughts in the back of my minds scream that Emily can still hear and that I'm giving Y/N more than I need to but all that is shoved aside by the undeniable fact that I need to fuck Y/N now. Her breasts sit still and her legs part, inviting me to ravage her. With a just a couple of movements, I'm on top of her and moving inside of her. A loud moan escapes me and for the first time since I've seen her again, she says my name instead of Doctor.

"Spencer... God Spencer!" She's screaming my name and I'm fairly certain the entire building can hear her but I don't care. I thrust harder into her and groan.

"Fuck Y/N..."

Moving my hands all over her body, giving her all the love and pleasure she doesn't even come close to deserving after what she's done. Digging her hands into my back and kissing at my neck, she keeps moaning and I'm doing the same. Her legs wrapped around me rub against my side and we fuck in complete bliss until we both finish our orgasms. I can hear her panting and she's still holding me. I kiss her again and this time it's sloppy and wet but it's still utter perfection. Conditions have been met, I should demand the location now. But instead I sit back down and pull her body until my head is between her legs. I place my mouth on her thighs and then my tongue on her pussy's core. She screams again and I keep using my mouth to prompt more moans. Tongue fucking and tasting her, Y/N wraps her right leg around my throat and pushes my mouth harder onto her.

"F-Fuck I missed th-this." She says it in a trembling, low voice while her hands keep digging in my hair. I groan again, forgetting Emily is even listening.

"I did too baby. Take this for me."

"Y-Yes Spence... God! Yes!" Continuing her screams of delight, I insert another finger into her, curling it inside of her and smirking as she cums again for me. Her eyes lock with mine and she pulls me back and I suck her juices off my digits enjoying every lick of it. I'm towering over her still laid out figure and I think about fucking her 20 times again. Her sexy, plump lips part and she gets off of the table, dropping to her knees. Shifting her head up to face me from where she sits, she whispers in a breathy, unbelievably hot voice.

"You did a really good job doctor. I should repay you."

Immediately attaching her mouth to my tip, Y/N's tongue flicks at my cock and slowly makes its way down my shaft. Once I'm halfway into her mouth, I can't contain myself and I let out a raspy moan before thrusting into her throat. She removes her head completely, her mouth popping as she detaches.

"Are you going to be this impatient? Or are you going to let me do this my way?" The teasing imitates irritation and bluntness as she strokes me slowly.

"Y-Your way. Your way Y/N, please." I practically whine.

Smirking, she takes me whole and immediately starts sucking and bobbing her head while my hands pull her soft hair. I don't know how long I last but suddenly I'm coming into her throat and she swallows my release. Her sweet, pink tongue dances over my cock and soaks up every last bit. I yank her back up by the hair and she yelps but moans in clear pleasure at the same time. Throwing her against the wall, I growl letting all my frustration out as I grasp at her tits again.

"We wouldn't be in this situation, having one last fuck in an interrogation room if you hadn't done this."

Still rolling her nipple in my hand and using the other one to grab her ass, she screams back at me and lets me hoist her up to touch her pussy roughly again.

"All due respect, doctor, maybe you shouldn't have been a cheating, lying son of a fucking bitch."

I can't take it anymore, I spread her legs and pound into her pussy much harder than before and she screams.

"Spencer! Yes!"

I keep thrusting and letting out loud moans while we both near our final orgasms. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze prompting more low pleasured noices and lovely strings of curses.

"I did cause this, didn't I? Either way murdering people is kind of a fucking overreaction Y/N."

She laughs and mumbles something incoherently while I come inside of her again and I scream her name as her walls tighten around me and she finishes all over me, spilling on her thighs too. When we've both come to the end of our goddamn spectacular orgasms, she looks into my eyes. She presses a soft kiss to my lips and I hold her close and innocently as if I hadn't just fucked her relentlessly. Her face buries in my neck and she speaks in a much less aggressive tone than before.

"Spence?"

I answer, "Yes Y/N?"

"I'm probably going to get death penalty."

I stay silent. My chest clenches and I try to speak but my mouth goes dry. She breaks the silence and her voice comes out more calmy than I'd have expected.

"Will you come to my execution?"

Tears fill my eyes and I consider telling her she'll be okay. But no more lies. I just plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and answer.

"Yes Y/N. I'll be there. I promise."

"Thank you.... I-I'll write down the address where Chris Lincoln is for. He's in the basement."

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In all honesty, I'd forgotten the reason we were even here. What happens next is a blur, my body's attempt at masking the pain I'm feeling over leaving her. I come out of the room after getting dressed and giving her one last kiss. Emily has ear plugs in and she looks up at me, almost comedically.

"God that took long. I stopped listening after the first moan, did you get the address?"

I hand it to her and she takes it to Hotch. Give or take a few hours, our victim is safely cleared at the hospital and returns home to his wife, who I hear is choosing to file for divorce. Y/N is taken to a state prison to await her hearing.

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Barely 3 weeks later I get the dreaded call telling me that she's going to get the electric chair. I sob and scream alone to myself wishing things had been different. The pain and aches I feel soon turn to numbness until eventually my phone rings again. I furrow my brows to see who it could be. Hotch.

"Hello?"

"Y/N's execution date has been revoked."

I sit up and my voice comes out much higher and anticipated than I intended.

"What? Why? Did something-"

"Reid. She's..."

Something tells me this news can't be good.

"She's pregnant.  About 3 weeks which means..."

He trails off and the phone slips out of my hand. I stare at the wall, mouth dropping open in disbelief. And while a million thoughts should be racing through my head it's radio silence. In my head. In my apartment. And undoubtedly in Y/N's cell.

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[vonnyphant]

1st Chemo

Oh boy, today did not go as planned. I will be honest with you in a minute, but for now, let’s enjoy the fantasy I had concocted in my head about this moment : 

I wake up in a good mood to fight the Big Bad.

I eat a healthy, responsible meal, I dress sensibly, with access to my port but still warm and stylish and I pick a hat that says ‘maybe I have cancer, but it might just also be that I like whimsical hats, who are you to say?’. It has elephants on it- cute in a kawaii sort of way, and absolutely no flowery grandma pattern in sight. My granny would never.

I put on a smattering of make-up to accent my eyes- not too much because I am not Like That(tm) but just to make myself seem accessible and friendly underneath the hat and the mask covering most of my face. Oh, and earrings, to show the buzzcut did not deminish my feminity.

I am driving to the clinic, I arrive, we all have a hearty laugh as they install me in a luxurious chair in a well-aired but warm enough office room and there’s a drip in (as the blogs say) a lovely shade of pink that matches my hat. I get out my laptop and read some overdue stories people sent me to critique; I might write a chapter or two of my own work, just for bragging rights (’oh, you got writer’s block? I wrote my fic during chemo.’)

I possibly nibble on a healthy snack that I brought in wise foresight. When I get tired of writing, I read a self-help book, use my new sketch book to artistically document this step, write a letter to my kids about how much I love them, or I take out my phone and post a few selfies of me on the drip which show the reality of everything but still manage to look cute. Time flies by. 

Everyone would tell me I am handling this like a hero and call me their inspiration. I go home, pick up the kids, and resume life as normal. I possibly get awarded the nobel peace prize.

Well. Here’s how it really went, with a not so glamourous selfie.

My driver was 5 minutes early and kept the motor running outside. I was still shoveling a not-so-responsible breakfast into my mouth while I combed kids’ hairs and help look for a second sock (I am telling you it was on the couch last night I don’t care if it’s your lucky sock mommy is gonna be late ffs!) I wonder if I am allowed to have a double espresso before chemo. No time, so I leave the house grouchy without coffee.

In the bustle, I forget my phone at home.

I arrive early, and the clinic is still closed. They open on time, but it’ll be a while before they can get to me. I read a few pages of my book, but it’s almost finished and I grumble how I would have time for a quadruple espresso at home if I had known they’d stick me in a waiting room for half an hour.

At the preliminary, they tell me the pain in my arm over the port is normal and expected to be endured for at least another 6 weeks. (Noice). They scold me a bit for looking up blogs on the internet that write about the port being ripped out by a seatbelt or the skin bursting open for no reason. I am at least a little reassured this won’t happen irl.

They show me the lovely office with the chairs- three of them. It’s empty and sunny and well-aired. This is it, I think, my leisure time without the kids. I install myself comfortably and wait for the drip.

Instead, a nurse brings bags of frozen coolpacks, and explains my feet and my hands will be wrapped in them the entire time; 30 minutes before the drip, and during the 1,5 hour infusions. 

It feels like hell. It instantly feels like the way your appendages feel after you spend an hour on the playground listlessly pushing a swing going ‘can we go home yet mommy is so cold and she needs a pee!’. It starts hurting insistently, and after a few minutes I imagine my feet and fingers are turning a purplish shade of black and I look like a soldier in Napoleon’s army stuck in the snow in Russia. (I can’t see my actual feet and hands but the mind is creative like that)

Worst of all- I can’t do anything. No laptop, no book. No art. Just me and my brain. My terrible brain that can’t stop thinking about frostbite and trenches and Tolkien. And the drip isn’t even pink! Why did I wear this hat. This is the longest I have been without my phone in years. I am a literal cold turkey.

Two other patients arrive. I notice with envy they are getting comfortable with their phones and a laptop- they are on a different kind of drip and it looks cozy af.

Meanwhile I think that if I move, one of my toes will break off and I wonder how many I can lose before I lose my grip on the world. A nurse comes and, despite wanting to be the perfect patient, I ask instead if I am really to endure this icicle torture and what they’d say about this in Geneva. (actually, I ask if this isn’t maybe worse than the nerve damage it’s supposed to protect me against)

The nurse is taken aback (which my brain immediately interprets as ‘SHE HATES YOU’) and she tells me patiently (brain: snippishly) that nerve damage is not to be joked with and feeling ‘a little cold’ is uncomfortable but the alternative is losing my fine moter skills and not being able to walk anymore.

I manage to nod until she goes away, then I cry. My perfect smattering of makeup runs and tears drip into my FFPE2 mask. I accept that maybe losing a toe or a finger is worth enduring this because with no sensation in my fingers how would I type, paint, sew, sculpt- without my feet how would I dance? I take off my earrings, because they are starting to hurt and that is, at least, something I can do to make myself feel better.

The ice burn turns numb and I dose off for a little- only half, because the other guests (with their fucking laptops, netflixichilling! All I get is chills) constantly have beeping monitors going on, signifing their drips are ready. Not only do they get to entertain themselves, they are there less long than I am. Oh, and both have a lovely head of hair or very convincible wigs. I tell myself I could spot a wig from a mile and can only conclude they are getting the VIP chemo, that does not make your hair fall out and does not require freezing. Must be privately insured. Another patient arrives, gets a drip, reads his newspaper in comfort, and leaves before I am done. (what an asshole). The only small mercy is that no one tries to chat with me - though I admit me wearing a hat, noise cancelling earmuffs, a mask and runny make up is not very inviting, and my scowl at them probably least of all.

Time passes slowly (and never ‘all at once’ like falling in love in YA fiction).

I am finally done. The needle removal from the port hurts so much I instinctively jerk away and jostle my bad shoulder; which is like pulling away from a spritz of butter from the frying pan with the pan still in your hand, only to launch the entire contents of the pan on yourself in reflex instead. (have you ever done that? because I have). Good times. I get to go home and spend the whole drive home complaining to my father in law. He valiantly tries to cheer me up, failing. I am not inspiring anyone. I am not picking up the kids. I also didn’t write any letters.

I take a sad selfie for documenting sake, take a long hot shower and put myself in bed. I take a nap under 3 blankets, wondering if I’ll ever feel warm again. I am no one’s hero- I am tired and feeling very very sorry for myself.

[yankyo]

Promised Fic

That fic I still don't have a real name for where you peg Beej yay

Warnings : mention of pet play, denial, beej begging, soft domming fun with the bby

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You loved Halloween movies, every year the tradition was to gather up bags upon bags of candy, make a happy little fort in your living room and just binge the classics until there was just nothing more to watch - and every year more and more spooky movies joined that list. This year, however, instead of adding another movie, you added a companion. Curled up in your lap, happily purring as you ran your fingers through his hair was your beloved demon: Beetlejuice. The past new nights, he had talked through the grisly slashers, giggled through the psychological horrors, and had gorged himself on all of your candy - not a surprise, Beetlejuice simply adored being a little shit and irritating you. What was surprising was the movies he shut up to watch: The Addams Family. Of course, you weren't complaining, they were great, feel good comedies, but not even a giggle was a little strange. You found yourself watching him more than the movie, watching the way he stared at Morticia everytime she was onscreen - honestly, you agreed. Morticia was a babe, and the actress did a phenomenal job, in fact she was part of your bi awakening as a kid - along with Debbie, of course. But every so often, Beej would glance over at you with this thoughtful expression that told you he was mulling something over - which could be anything ranging from, goth gf, or tiddy noice or isn't it interesting how the Addams are treated like they're dumb but they really know that people are trying to take advantage of them and are more amused than anything by the attempt. Beetlejuice was an enigma that way. 

But as long as he wasn't saying anything, you weren't pressing, he would speak up in due time. So you simply focused on stroking his hair, there was one spot if you scratched just right, he would go completely limp and purr all the louder - he refused to admit that he purred, something about 'I'm a demon, not a house cat, babes!' but he also wasn't about to admit how he nuzzled into your lap and sent you that expectant look whenever you didn't immediately begin petting him either. As much as anyone could see just how needy your little bug was, his pride was verbal but he still flopped in your lap without even the moments hesitation for more cuddles. Looking down at the happy demon, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss his cheek if just to see his cheeks flush green with happiness. Too cute. 

"That's the look of a woman who's gonna be breaking out the strap later." He spoke up, lifting his head slightly to send you a grin as he pointed to the screen. With a soft smile of your own, you tilted your head in mock confusion. 

"There's a specific look?" You asked, only for him to practically shoot up with an overenthusiastic 

"Yes!!" He fumbled for the remote to pause the movie at just the right moment. "See? The little smirk, the way she looks at him as if to say 'imma fuck your brains out', the way he looks back at her like a dude who just had his brains liquidated out of his skull. That's a dude getting his bussy fucked up." You snorted at the explanation, but he was still going. "You give me the same look before you dom." The blush was back and stronger than ever, the slight pink in his hair telling you just how excited he was really getting. 

"So, basically, she reminds you of me?" Flattering, really, and the way Beetlejuice peeked over at you with that look of neediness had you shuffling forwards to take his cheeks in hand. "Is that why you've been quiet all movie? How long have you been thinking about that?" He squirmed in place, refusing to meet your eyes for the moment. 

"Since when she was clipping roses." You laughed, 

"So since the beginning? Oh, Bj, you know... you shouldn't be torturing yourself like this." You pressed him down into the couch with a hand as you straddled him, "that's my job." Your voice had dropped into a husky purr, a poor imitation of Morticia, but Beetlejuice whimpered all the same. 

When Beetlejuice subbed, he was either extremely bratty, or, like today, he was like limp and willing under your touch - eager to please. Either was cute, but his obedience was absolutely endearing. Especially when he was trying to hold back from bucking up into you as you slowly ground your hips into his. Cupping his cheeks, you kissed him until you both were breathless before you pulled back just enough to whisper a single word, 'bedroom'. Before you could even blink, the room snapped away and the two of you fell onto your bed - and your comfortable sweatpants and tank top had been swapped out for a form fitting black bodysuit, the pattern not unlike a spider's web. "Bug? What's this?" You sat back with your hands on your hips - the words almost scolding if not for the amused twist to your lips. 

"It looks good on ya, doesn't it?" Not completely obedient then. You sat back on the bed, giving him a look that made him fidget in place before you stood to make your way to the toy box at the far end of the room. "B-babes?" The nervousness in his tone making you automatically give him a reassuring look - bad dom bitch persona aside, you didn't want to make him too anxious. At least, not in a bad way. Once he had relaxed again, his tense expression smoothing out, you snapped your fingers and pointed to the floor. 

"Where do bad boys belong?" You asked, your voice stern, he almost fell flat on his face in his eagerness to kneel next to your bed - if you gave permission you knew he would already be at your leg - but you didn't want your puppy just yet. "Now stay." He went ramrod straight and still - if not for the fact that his tongue had lolled out of his mouth as you bent over to rummage through the toy box. You were fairly certain there was new things added, but that wasn't all that strange, you didn't know where he was getting them, but Beetlejuice was constantly bringing home various sex toys that either interested him or just made him giggle. He had used to just show up with them and toss them your way, but after accidentally beaning Delia in the head with a dildo that looked like it belonged to freaking Sauron, you had told him he was to keep such things in the bedroom - and then made him fuck himself on said dildo until he came all over himself. Good times. Of course, Beej loved the bigger toys, the ones that were textured and thick and filling, and being quite the size queen yourself you were more willing to oblige. And watching him come undone on such a dildo was always so entertaining, but not the way his eyes just lit up whenever he saw you pull out the harness was just so much more fun. 

"Which one do you think I should use?" You asked, pulling out two different straps - one was small, thin, pink in color and the other was green with black stripes, long, thick and was textured. You didn't really need to ask, you knew which he would pick and weren't all that shocked when he shyly spoke up, 

"The green one." 

"What's the magic word, baby?" 

"Please?" Oh that word was just so pretty on his lips, but you remained silent. It took but a few seconds for Beetlejuice to realize his mistake and hastily correct himself, "please, miss." Better. 

"I don't know," you sighed, giving a slight shake of your head, "you've been pretty bad lately, talking during my movies, eating all my snacks and not even cleaning up after yourself. Do you really deserve this?" You asked just to hear that whiny little sound he made whenever you denied him what he wanted. 

"I'll be good, miss! I swear! I'll clean up and everything." He was crawling forwards tentatively until he was at your feet. "Please, I want..." he looked wrecked without you even having to lift a finger, his cheeks flushed, his pants strained, his breath coming out sharp and fast. When you reached down to pet his hair he let out a shaky moan and pressed into the contact. 

"I think you can ask better than that, Bug, what do you want?" He hesitated and your gentle touch turned hard, your soft fingers digging into his hair to yank his head back and force him to look up at you. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want." Despite the rough touch, your voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, yet he hung ok each word. 

"I want you to fuck me, Miss." He practically moaned the words, you had no doubt he would cum untouched if you were to pull his hair any harder. "Wreck me, use me, I'm yours." You leaned in and kissed him softly. 

"Then why are you still dressed, baby?" The urgency in which Beetlejuice ripped off his clothing was amusing, to say the least. He was more than capable of just snapping his fingers and rid himself of his clothing, but he was so focused on you that the idea probably didn't even cross his mind. Within moments, his already tattered clothing lay in shreds and your eager demon sat squirming before you. "Good boy," you praised, kneeling to give him the attention he deserved, as well as to show him the cock ring you had pulled from the chest. The sight made him shudder and gulp, but he leaned back and set his hands at his sides all the same. He always came far too quickly when you fucked him, so the cock ring was something of a necessity if you really wanted to have some fun with him. And there was no better sight than when he had been denied one too many times and was begging you in tears to please please just let him cum. 

He let out a shaky sigh as you stroked his cock, once, twice, one more time just to see the precum beading at the head. His eyes trained on you as you slowly slid the ring over his cock to press it firmly down to its base - he hissed at the pressure, his thighs already shaking. One more reach into the chest and you pulled out a long silk rope, soft gray in color. Automatically, he held his wrists up for you to tie, letting out an excited exhale as you pulled the rope tight against his skin and used it to lead him back towards the bed. As your thighs hit mattress, you took a seat, your demon crawling between your legs to lay his head reverently on your thigh. For a moment, you regarded him quietly, as if trying to figure out just exactly what you wanted to do with him before you raised your leg and placed it on his shoulder. You knew he didn't have to be close to you to smell your arousal, but he took in a deep breath all the same, his pupils narrowing into slits at the smell of you. It didn't take long for him to start to squirm, drool already dripping from his chin as he tried just so hard to hold himself back. Control had always been something of a problem for him, but he had come quite a long way from where he was. Now, even as he twitched and gave you those longing puppy dog eyes, he waited until you gave a slight nod of your head to lunge forwards and nuzzle against your clothed core. His teeth grazed your inner thigh gently, soft nips quickly followed by his tongue  as he tried nosing aside the fabric blocking him from you. After a moment, you took pity on him and peeled away the tight fabric yourself and no sooner was your pussy revealed to him did he rush forwards to taste you. 

Beetlejuice always said that eating you out was his favorite pastime, and really, actions spoke louder than words with just how much enthusiasm he put into the task. At first, the wet sounds of him slurping up every single trace of your arousal his tongue could reach had been embarrassing - but after so many months of dating and the many, many, times he had his head between your legs, the embarrassment was long gone and your immediate reaction was to lace a hand in his hair and rock up into his eager mouth. His tongue slithered it's way inside of you, full and quickly swelling up as his teeth ever so gently scraped your clit, your thighs trembling as his tongue wriggled against your g-spot insistently. Sometimes, Beetlejuice was something of a tease, pushing you closer and closer before pulling away mere milliseconds before you could actually cum. This, unfortunately, was one of those times as the smug little bastard yanked back to grin at you, his face all slick with your arousal. Unamused, you scowled back at him, making trembling limbs pick yourself back up to stalk over to the forgotten harness. 

"Up on the bed." Of course he followed that order without playing around, crawling up onto his hands and knees, raising his cute little butt up in the air for you. You took your sweet time in stepping into the harness and attaching the strap, pausing for a moment to pick up a bottle of lubes before you meandered your way back over to the bed and your waiting boyfriend. You ran a hand up his back, pressing forwards to maneuver him into just the right position for you before you noticed something. "Babycakes, when did you put this in?" You pressed on the plug currently stretching your boyfriend out and he mumbled into the pillow. You didn't even have to look up at him to know that he was blushing - or to know that it had probably been there since the moment he started thinking of you taking charge for the night. Impatient as he was, he never did want to waste much time in prepping when you could be plowing him instead. Which was ironic seeing as he would, could, and has spent hours eating you out and fingering you. But, of course, after being denied yourself, you weren't about to just give him what he wanted! Oh no! There was a lesson to be learned here! 

His whine echoed through the room as you slowly tugged on the plug before pressing back into him, his cock bouncing as you fucked him with the plug. 

"Babe, please!" He cried out, even as he automatically pressed back as you nudged the plug forwards. Of course, you knew it just wasn't enough. 

"I have to make sure you're ready, sweetie! I don't want to risk hurting you, right?" Pain really never was a worry with Beetlejuice, sure, certain things could hurt him, but he always healed far too quickly for it to even matter. But proper etiquette called for prep and who were you to ignore etiquette. In, out, in, out, in, in, swift pull out, Beetlejuice's whimpers and pleas fell on deaf ears you played with him, the sounds growing sharper as you reached underneath him to slowly stroke his cock. It didn't take long for him to be absolutely shaking, his cries getting desperate as you just barely missed his prostate with each push inwards. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" You asked, your voice soft and sweet. "Is it not enough? I mean, you chose it! Surely you must like this plug, right?" 

"No! Want you! Please!" He was almost sobbing now as he pushed back in vain. You took pity on him this time and actually pulled the plug out of him this time to set aside. 

"Its ok baby, I've got you." You crooned as you rubbed his tense back. "I won't tease you anymore." With one hand you grabbed onto his hip while with the other you grabbed the base of the strap-on and once you had applied an adequate amount of lube, you began pressing into him. His babbled words of thanks were sharp and high pitched, your hand on his hip possibly the only thing stopping him from just shoving back to sheathe the whole thing. Soon enough, your hips lay flush to his, your body curved over his so you could take the end of the rope to tie his hand to the headboard. "How we feeling babe? Green?" You asked, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his back. 

"Beyond green, fluorescent green, neon, fuck me already, -" before he could say more, you pulled out slowly before swiftly slamming back into him, making him choke on whatever words he still had left. After that, there was simply no mercy given, you kept a hand on his hip while reaching up to lace a hand in his hair to yank his head back so you could sink your teeth into his neck. There were days you felt bad for your neighbors, after all, Beej and you weren't the quietest of lovers and they surely heard everything - this was not one of those days. No, you were way too invested in the indulgent, appreciative moans you were pulling from your boyfriend as you fucked him. 

"Look at you, drooling already." You purred, pressing your fingers into his open mouth, "so wrecked already and I've barely even started." You breezed your wet fingers down his chest til you just barely brushed the tips of your fingers along the length of his cock. The headboard creaked as Beetlejuice pulled on the ropes, already begging for you to touch him more, please, please, please, touch him! And really, how could you deny him? Wrapping your hand around his dick, you jacked him off in time with your slamming hips and his cries only grew louder. 

"I wanna cum! Please, fuck, let me cum!" You toyed with the cock ring, twisting it this way and that before you let out a soft tsk and kissed his cheek. 

"Not yet baby, patience." Not like this, at least! You pulled back, ignoring his sharp whines as you pulled out to guide him onto his back for you. "Relax, baby," with him laying down, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wet with unshed tears, his hands bound above his head - you just needed to take a picture! So, you hopped up off of the bed to swipe up your phone and took a few quick shots of your boyfriend. There was just one thing missing in this shot... and the whimpers your boyfriend was letting out while sending you abandoned puppy eyes did tug at the heartstrings. Alright, you had teased him long enough - not really, but you couldn't help but be weak to him. 

As you settled on the bed, he pulled you in closer with his legs, and you just had to lean in and kiss your squirmy demon before you took your strap in hand once more to guide it back into him. This time, you didn't tease, you didn't hold back, with sharp strokes as deep into him as you could manage, you pulled the cock ring off of him and began stroking his cock. The cry he let out echoed throughout the apartment, his back arching up so high you would've wondered if he was going to pull something if he weren't already - you know, dead. As worked up as he had been all night, the stimulation proved too much for him to last and soon enough he was moaning garbled praise and pleas once more. "Its ok, Bug, you can cum." 

"Thank you! Fuck! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" His moans grew higher and higher until he cut off with a choked gasp and came. Hard. The slightly fluorescent cum reached up to his chin and yet cum still dribbled past your fingers and onto his stomach as you worked him through the orgasm, praising him all the while. Now, you took another picture of him, cum splattered on his chest, his eyes dazed, his expression damn near ascended. Perfect. While he was still coming down, you untied his hands and stroked his hair, 

"How we feeling, Bug?" 

"Like you fucked the life back into me." You both giggled softly as he reached up to kiss you. "Give me five minutes and I'll return the favor..." he grinned, his thumb stroking softly across your cheek. "Cara mia." You snorted softly, but placed your hand on top of his and sent him a warm smile in return. 

"Don't be gentle, mon cher." 

#beetlejuice smut #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader

[amydancepants-peralta]

chapter three: head over feet

(the latest instalment of we’re the fortunate ones - my entry into the 2020 Vision Challenge) ♥️🎆

Jake takes a long draft from the bottle of beer in his hand, resting his weight against the pillar in the middle of the room as he watches Amy talk to other attendees of the party in a corner.  

They’d all been roped into attending a New Years Eve party at this random loft in uptown NY, hosted by somebody that Gina called an acquaintance but didn’t seem to have a name (or a face, for that matter).  It was all very upscale, the widespread apartment floor decked out in hipster-luxe decorations and soft popular music streaming from the speakers installed into various points of the ceiling.  The well-stocked kitchen lay claim to copious buckets of alcohol - a virtual buffet of drinks lay waiting for consumption - and the Nine-Nine has spent the majority of their evening rubbing noses with a veritable ‘who’s who’ of New York.  He’s covered head to toe in a suit that - let’s be honest - makes him look way more suave than he is.  And maybe Jake is completely biased (because he definitely is), but he’s certain that Amy is by far the best dressed in the room.  Heck, best dressed in the CITY. 

Her dress is black, covered in this mystical shimmery material that seems to catch the light whenever she moves her body, and like a moth to a flame Jake is completely drawn to it.  There’s a smokiness to her eyes (and he doesn’t even know if that’s the correct term but wow those brown eyes of hers are drawing him in when they’re surrounded like that) and her lips are covered in a hot red lipstick, the kind that doesn’t seem to end up on his lips when she kisses him - a theory that he’s been oh so happy to test over and over.  Her hair is soft and wavy and perfect, just as perfect as she is, and Jake genuinely still cannot believe that Amy Santiago is his girlfriend.

It had taken him less than six days of being with her to figure out that what they had was different from all his past relationships.  To realise that until that kiss in the evidence lock-up, he had spent his whole life waiting for the rest of it to begin.  Everything before that afternoon was Pre-Amy; where things were okay but often disappointing, and his days were best spent alone.  

Now, his life was entirely with Amy:  where mornings began with sleepy cuddles and regardless of whatever the day would bring, there was always going to be her at the end of it.  A crazy intelligent, incredibly sexy woman with a heart of gold; whom’s opinion meant far more to him than anybody else’s.  

And a life Post-Amy?  Not gonna happen.  Jake would rather quit the force than consider it.  He’d had a gun pointed at his head a week ago, and her face had been the only thing to flash through his mind.  There have been very few times in Jake’s life where he’s been grateful for Boyle’s ability to appear unannounced, but that evening at Goodwin’s was absolutely at the top of the list.  Thanks to Charles, Jake had been able to wake up Christmas morning with the most beautiful woman in New York laying next to him, and that was honestly better than a thousand bottles of Heart Attack Soda.

She catches his eye from her position across the room, blushing slightly underneath his gaze before turning her attention back to the two other guests she had been talking to.  Jake stands a little taller and waits, knowing that her curiosity will grow too great, and after a beat her gorgeous eyes flicker back towards him and he smiles in victory, nodding his head towards the outside balcony in a wordless invitation.  Tonight has been great, but the countdown to midnight is creeping closer, and there isn’t anybody else in the world he wants to share his first moments of the new year with.  

Amy turns her head back towards the woman to her left, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before nodding vigorously, still giving the illusion of the others having her full attention because Santiago’s are nothing if not gracious guests at any party.  But it’s the only signal Jake needs to rest his now empty bottle of beer on a nearby table and head towards the balcony, shifting a nearby potted plant in front of the doorway as a hopeful deterrent to others.  

It only takes her a few minutes to join him, and Jake can smell her perfume before he can see her, the warm smell of spiced vanilla pulling his attention away from the glittering city lights below.

“Pot plant blockage, nice move detective.”  Amy’s smile is coy, reaching out to smooth the tie he had begrudgingly put on earlier in the evening.  

Jake captures her hand as it moves to leave, pulling her palm up towards his lips and leaving a soft kiss against her skin.  “Do you think it’ll work?”

Her fingers curl around his, tugging him a little closer as she shrugs.  “It might.”  Taking a sip from her champagne glass, she winks.  “That, and just before I left I mentioned how good the fireworks were going to look from that balcony on the other side.”  Tipping the glass further back, she drains it all before continuing.  “There’s a whole crowd heading that way as we speak.”

Jake nods in approval, taking the empty glass from Amy’s hand and sitting it on top of the heavy brick balustrade.  “Genius.  My girlfriend’s a genius.”

“Damn right she is.”

“And gorgeous.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh, YEAH.”  Jake raises his eyebrows incredulously, lowering them with his voice as he wraps both hands around Amy’s waist.  “And kinda amazing.  Also?  Brilliantly nerdy, and sexy. as. hell.”

Amy looks up at him with the softest smile on his face, a look similar to earlier today when she snoozed her alarm (something she’s begun doing with increased regularity, not that he will ever bring that to her attention), cuddled into Jake’s side and rested in the nook between his neck and his shoulders.  It’s a place that has become her nook - a place that feels empty when she’s not there - and she gave him the same smile as now when the alarm blared ten minutes later, and Jake was forced to finally open his eyes.  

There are a thousand things he could say right now, about how much Amy has changed his life for the better, but then her hands wander down his chest, diving underneath his jacket and wrapping around his midsection, and Jake finds himself completely lost for anything to say except the one thing that completely terrifies him. 

He loves her.  There’s no question about it.  He’s probably been in love with her for longer than he can remember, but his heart had caught up with his head somewhere around October and for the longest time there have been three little words bubbling up to the top of his throat, threatening release every time Amy looks at him the way she does.  It was different, this feeling - an all-consuming, undeniable force that has changed everything for the better, serving to remind him that whatever notion he had thought love to be before he’d started dating Amy had been completely wrong.  

Emotions have never been comfortable for him; love has always seemed like a mysterious force before now, and he hates the defeated look that flashes across her face whenever she gets serious with her feelings and his doofus brain responds with a noice or a smort.  Amy deserves better than smort and - in further proof that she is, in fact, incredible - being with her has made Jake begin to believe that perhaps he can be honest with her about how he feels, and not fear the response.  To tell her he loves her without masking it with a joke, or adding it into a ramble that steers her away from the importance of what he’s truly saying.  

Amy head rests against his chest and sighs contentedly, squeezing Jake softly.  “Tonight has been fun, but this right here has been the best part by far.”  He nods, throat heavy with unspoken words;  letting his hands roam over the back of her dress and dipping to the small of her back before pulling her closer.  The rest of the world can have all their sparklers and streamers; no amount of revelry could ever compare to this.  This moment was all he could have hoped for, and he’s endlessly grateful to be able to say that it’s finally his.

In the distance Jake can hear the rest of the crowd counting down the final seconds, and as the world fades into the background with the muted sound of “eight, seven, six” he looks down to Amy, resting one finger underneath her chin and tipping her face to his.  Her eyes are sparkling, catching the light from the party still happening inside, and he doesn’t know how she’s done it but it’s just further proof that she is magic and before another thought can be made, her hands are on his jawline, pulling Jake down until his lips meet hers for the kind of kiss he’s been waiting his whole life for.  

The crowd cheers, the renewal of another year long forgotten as their tongues tangle sweetly, arms locked around each other.  Resolutions of catching bandits and jumping from rooftops fall by the wayside as Amy’s fingers run through Jake’s hair, and the only promise he makes for the new year is make sure Amy knows how I really feel about her.

It’s a blinding bright flash of light that separates them, both blinking in confusion as they seperate and turn their heads towards the doorway it has come from.  Boyle is standing there, because of course he is, his grin wider than the Hudson as he lifts a polaroid camera in glee, snatching the photograph from the front and blowing gently onto the developing film.  

“Happy New Year, lovebirds!”

“Ugh, Boyle!  How did you even know we were out here?!”  Jake responds.  He’s not ready to let go of Amy just yet, instead choosing to tighten his grip around her waist.  She shuffles a little closer in kind, resting her weight against him and presenting a united front as they stare down their friend.

“I sensed there was a precious moment happening somewhere around here, Jakey, and let me tell you - I was not wrong.  I am SO high on your relationship it’s ridiculous.  I cannot wait to frame this photo and put it on my desk, where I can stare at always!”  

“Jake!” Amy whispers, soft enough that only Jake can hear, and he flattens one hand her back.

“I’m sure it’s a great shot buddy, how bout you come over here and show it to us?”  Jake calls out to Boyle, throwing him his best ‘come over here and join us, we’re not angry at ALL that you ruined our private moment’ face.  It must have been convincing enough, and Charles scurries towards them, gripping the polaroid tightly in his dominant hand.  

Jake waits until Charles is close enough to feel comfortable before snatching the photo from his fingers, shifting his body (and by proxy, Amy’s) towards the light of the apartment as he examines it carefully.  

Admittedly, it’s a great shot - the two of them so wrapped up in each other that it’s hard to tell where Jake’s suit ends and Amy’s dress begins, save for the subtle sparkle of her outfit.  Her head is tipped up where his is tipped down - the towering heels that Amy had chosen for the evening making the distance between them seem just that little bit smaller - and they are completely and totally lost in their kiss.  It’s as plain as day that the two people in this photograph are in love, and Jake can’t help but smile as he takes it all in.  “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Boyle.  It’s a great photo.”

Charles nods eagerly, eyes widening into a mixture of confusion and horror as Jake flicks his wrist, tucking the polaroid into the inner pocket of his jacket lining, tapping the outside protectively as he goes.  “Wait, no!  That was going to - ” he huffs in frustration.  “If you guys want me to stop staring at you in the precinct, then you need to give me an alternative, Jake!”

“How about a selfie?”  Amy pipes up, pulling slightly away from Jake and resting her hand above his jacket’s breast pocket.  “One of all three of us, to commemorate the evening.  I think that would look great on your desk, Charles.”

Genius, Jake mouths in Amy’s direction as Boyle squeals in glee, quickly jumping into position in front of the couple and holding the camera up high.  Their smiles are wide, the genuine happiness palpable through the film as they seperate, Jake linking his hand with Amy’s and letting Boyle lead them back into the party.  Their friends were inside after all, waiting to celebrate the new year with them, and they could definitely sneak out of the party later once Four Drink Amy made her return appearance.

Jake had no idea what the new year would bring, but he had the strongest instinct that whatever would happen, he and Amy would face it all together.

#peraltiago fluff #b99 fanfic #NYE throughout the years #Peraltiago stylez #hooray for getting to the cute stuff #Jake x Amy fic #mine #myfic #b99 fandom events #b99 2020 vision challenge

[bex-pendragon]

Ten Fandom Questions

I was tagged by @wondrousdianas - thanks bb! This is gonna be a ramble, so get ready! I even included gifs!

Ultimate otp: OUTLAW QUEEN. I wrote two novel length fanfics about these babies. And I did it out of pure spite because I was mad my ship ultimately sank. It doesn’t get more ultimate than that. I may never reach this level of dedication for another ship ever again.

Ship you’ll always love: probably Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter. I loved reading/watching their slow burn finally come together (although the burn wasn’t so slow for me because I came late to the Potter party.) I was also trash for Tonks/Lupin back in my Potter days. But if I had to reach further back into the archive... I shipped Tom and B’Elanna from Star Trek: Voyager and Mary Poppins and Bert before I even knew what shipping was.

Current obsession: I’m trying to be low key about it because I know we’re heading into a world of angst in the next movie, but damn it, I love Newtina. They’re so cute and awkward I want to fling myself into the sun. 

But I recently watched the second season of the remake of The Worst Witch and I kind of love Hicsqueak? Their personalities and the whole goth/pink aesthetic they have going on is so Gelphie. Pippa’s only in two episodes, but I’m here for it. (Also I’ve been trying to figure out where I recognized Miss Hardbroom from and I finally got it. She was in Downton Abbey! WTF.)

Ship you never thought you’d like: ooh. Maybe Avalance on Legends of Tomorrow? Don’t get me wrong, I freakin’ love Avalance. But I was pretty gung ho about Sara and Nyssa and I held out hope for a long time that Nyssa might come back. But when I started to see the sparks flying between Sara and Ava, I got on board with it in a big way.

Also: Peraltiago! I had my doubts about these two because Jake was so immature in the first season, but he’s grown so much. And their dynamic is so healthy. They communicate. They respect each other. They’re just so... noice.

Ship you liked but don’t anymore: ouch. Belle and Rumple for realz. I think this was the first time I actively stopped shipping something that I was really into. The thing is... Skin Deep was the episode that turned me from a casual fan of the show to an uber fan. Even though I didn’t watch OUAT all the way to the end, I would still rank Skin Deep very high on my favourite episodes list. But boy did this pairing descend into a toxic mess. I couldn’t take it. Then OQ happened and I decided to ship that instead. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. 

Ship that should be canon: Ichabbie, Ichabbie, Ichabbie. We were robbed. They had everything: the chemistry, the lingering looks, the skeptic/believer dynamic, the tol and smol, the gradual build of trust, the fact that their destinies were tired together.... we could’ve had it all. What happened to Abbie was complete BS and I’ll die mad about it.

And on another note, Supercorp! Now that’s a ship. Two powerful, capable women being awesome together. Supergirl believing in Lena, Lena overcoming her family’s dark legacy... it’s all so good. 

Canon ship you hate: does Kara and Man-hell still count now that he’s off the show for good? Because that was the worst. 

Pair I’ve been shipping for years: I’ve been in love with Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy since I first read Pride and Prejudice in high school. The whole P&P relationship dynamic is something that I love in fiction. Two people meet, they get off on the wrong foot, they misunderstand each other, they fall apart, they come back together, they learn about themselves and each other in the process. I live for that stuff.

Ship everyone loves but you don’t: I don’t really care for Jane and Rafael on JTV. Raf is the dream guy in a lot of ways, but whenever he and Jane clash over important decisions, I just feel like he doesn’t always respect her point of view? Idk. I thought Jane and Michael had a healthier dynamic. 

Fav rare pair: Does Mergana count as a rare pair? I feel like there was a decent amount of content for them back in the day, but 90% of that fandom was Merthur, so it kind of got lost in the shuffle. But ugh. They were so cute and magical before it all went wrong. I blame Katie and Colin. They’re the kind of actors who just have chemistry with everyone. 

Oh wait! Morgana and Gwen! Now that’s a rare pair. I really wish we could’ve seen more of their relationship before Morgana’s descent into villainy.

I never know who to tag in these things, so consider yourself tagged if you want to/haven’t done it already!

#about moi #Bex does tag games #oh look there are multiple ships involving characters played by Katie McGrath

[guns-n-zeppelin]

Never Say Die - Chapter 18

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 2228 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her. Warnings: Smut

Never say die masterlist

A/N: You’re welcome, my children.

Duff went to open the door after he had quickly got his clothes on. I was still trying to find my bra but eventually managed to find them under the bed. Duff opened the door and i heard immediately Steven's voice. ”What took you so long, they're serving pancakes there!” Steven whined and leaned on Slash's shoulder who didn't react at Steven's gesture in any way. ”We have to hurry before others finish them all!” ”Steve, we'll go there soon okay. Why don't you go there with Scar before the rest of us and stop whining,” Izzy told him seriously, he seemed exactly like he'd been listening to Steven the whole morning. Steven immediately grabbed Scar by her hand and started running down the stairs even though there was an elevator next to us. ”Hey, do you know where Amy is by the way?” Axl asked, even a bit concerned which was weird. Duff looked behind his shoulder and saw me putting my socks and shoes on. ”Yeah, she spent her night here. She should be ready soon,” Duff told them. I quickly washed my face, was too tired to put any makeup on, put my hair on a ponytail and came to face the guys next to Duff. I looked like a zombie probably. ”Oh shiiit, you two banged each other last night, didn't you?” Slash asked wiggling his eyebrows and punched Duff on his shoulder gently. ”You go, buddy!” ”Wait what?” i asked panicking. No, did we keep too much noice? Did they hear us? Are the walls so thin? No, no, no. ”Ew, of course not,” i answered shaking my head, ”i'd never have sex with him.” I pointed at Duff with my finger, shook my head and laughed nervously. Duff looked at me, raising his eyebrows as high as he could and a wide smirk spread on his face. ”Oh really, you'd really absolutely never ha–” Duff started amused but then i punched him on his side with my elbow which made him clear his throat. ”I mean yeah, you guys had all left already and Amy didn't have any place where to sleep so,” Duff tried to explain with his best poker face. Izzy just laughed. ”I know, i was just messing with you, man,” Slash said and started to walk towards the elevator. Axl looked at me for a moment narrowing his eyes and i swear i could see fire in his eyes which made me furrow my eyebrows. --- We were sitting at the long table in the dining room and eating our breakfast, there were everything there ever could be for breakfast. I was so tired that i drank atleast two cups of coffee but then decided to go with juice the rest of the breakfast. I was sitting between Duff and Izzy, Erin being right in front of me. Duff came closer to me, his face right next to my head. ”I was wrong last night at the bar when i said we wouldn't remember a thing. Because i remember quite a lot, surprisingly well considering how wasted i was,” he muttered in my ear smirking, so quietly that nobody would accidentally hear him. I almost choked on my drink and coughed a couple of times. Axl looked at me if i was okay but i just gave him a small smile until turned back to Duff. ”Yeah well, if you ever tell about it to anyone, just remember that i know what you really did in the New Year's Eve 1986,” i said with a calm steady voice and swallowed a piece of my pancake. Duff's smile disappeared from his face immediately and a terrified expression replaced it. ”You'd never –” Duff started. ”Oh, i would,” i told him, nodding my head seriously. Duff was quiet for few seconds. ”Okay fine, i'll shut up. But you better not tell about it to anybody, i swear,” he added fast. ”I won't if you won't,” i said and peacefully continued eating. But after a few minutes Erin cleared her throat and made me to look at her. ”Hi, i'm Erin. I think we haven't had time to talk much together,” she said to me when she got my full attention. I was chewing a piece of a baguette and waited so i could swallow it. ”Uh, yeah i know your name. I'm Amy and so on,” i answered confused. ”Yeah, i was wondering if we could hang out sometimes, get to know each other better since we are on the tour together as well,” she proposed and smiled, waiting for my answer. I looked at her a moment, pondering that maybe it would be fair to even try to be friends with her and give her even a small chance. Not friends friends but somehow friends. ”Yeah, why not,” i answered, giving him a little smile as well. I knew Axl was studying our conversation closely but i focused completely on Erin now. ”Yay, great! I heard there's a sale at the mall tomorrow, i was wondering if you could help me choose new clothes, i'm sure you have a great taste!” Erin exclaimed and i just raised one of my eyebrows. Girl, we're living in a whole different world with our clothes i wouldn't be so sure about you liking my taste. ”Sure, sounds fun,” i said smiling. --- Couple of weeks had passed, nothing special happened. Boys had had a few gigs, we were travelling from a country to another one and so on. But i had managed to go out with Erin couple of times, she wanted to go shopping together and it was the most painful thing ever, we were at the shopping centre atleast three hours. But most time of the days i was having the best times hanging out with Scarlet but when Axl was near me i got anxious again. And i had to fucking stop this. I was standing in front of Axl's door and i deeply hoped Erin wouldn't be there right now. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I didn't have to wait for the answer for long since the door was opened soon and i saw a wide smile spread on Axl's face when he saw me. ”Amy, hey!” he greeted. ”What's up?” ”Uhm, is Erin there? Can i come inside?” i asked nervously and ripped dead skin around my finger nails again. ”No, she's out with Scarlet, i'm not sure when she's coming back,” Axl said and moved so i could come inside and then locked the door after me. He was standing in front of me, couple of metres away and i felt like i couldn't do this now after all. He was happy with Erin, but i hated her so much even though she seemed such a nice girl. ”So what did you want to talk abo –” ”I love you,” i blurted and automatically put a hand on my mouth, closing my eyes because i wasn't ready to face his reaction. Axl was quiet for a moment and i could imagine his shocked face in my mind and when i opened my eyes again it was exactly how i imagined. ”You love me?” Axl asked quietly with wide eyes. ”I love you, Axl, i've loved you for a long long time, i realized it properly already before the tour with Jon but i was scared because i wasn't ready to leave Jon and i didn't know what i'd do and now when i see you with Erin I just –” i started quickly and a tear rolled down my cheek but Axl walked quickly towards me and pressed his lips on mine. I put my arms around his neck after i had recovered from the surprise that he actually didn’t reject me. He took me closer to him by pulling me by my waist. He pushed me roughly – but not that i'd be hurt – against the wall and broke the kiss. ”How the fuck did it take you so long to say it,” he whispered and looked at me straight into my eyes and cupped my face with his hands. ”I've loved you from the beginning, Amy, and i didn't realize it until you started dating Jon and it hurt me so bad seeing you with him. But i managed to accept it because you were so happy.” I felt like i could cry even more and didn't even realize the few tears that were streaming from my eyes. ”Axl, i'm so so sorry it took me so long,” i whispered and hugged him. ”But you're with Erin and i wouldn't want to break that.” Axl just laughed which made me furrow my eyebrows and look at him. ”I never even loved Erin. Yes, he's a great girl, but i was with her just to try to get over you but apparently it didn't work at all,” he chuckled but then got serious again. ”I waited for so long, Amy, and i can't believe i'm forgiving you this easily, i don't know how you do this but you always make me go crazy when you're around me and i'm always so scared of that feeling, i don't even know why.” I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I was gonna open my mouth and tell him how much i cared about him, but then someone was trying to get in from the door. We looked at each other and ran super fast to the bathroom and locked the door just a second before the door to Axl and Erin's room opened. Axl put a hand on my mouth so i wouldn't accidentally make any noice. ”Axl? Are you here?” Erin asked. ”Fuck,” Axl whispered and let go of me. ”Uhm, yeah i'm here, just going to take a quick shower,” he answered and quickly turned the shower on, starting to take his shirt off. ”Oh, okay. I just came to get couple of skirts and a bag i borrowed from Scarlet a while ago and return them to her now,” she explained and was quiet for a few seconds. ”I don't know when i'm coming back, probably in a few hours.” Axl took a deep breath and took now also my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I was already shaking a bit if Erin was going to find out. ”Okay, baby, take your time. Have fun!” he yelled and was quickly opening his belt and i was taking my jeans off as well. ”I will. Bye, honey!” she yelled and left, closing the door after her. He was unhooking my bra and we both waited if she really left. ”Okay, that was close,” i said quietly. He threw my bra away and before i even realized, we were both fully naked already. ”No more talking,” he commanded with a low strict voice and pushed me under the shower against the cold wall. Axl moved my hair behind my shoulder so he'd have a full access on my neck. He started sucking my neck, making sure to leave very visible marks. I put my hands in his wet hair and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, starting to massage it. I closed my eyes and let him do all the work and then suddenly he grabbed my ass, squeezing it roughly and with his other hand he lifted my leg and held it up. And without a single warning he slammed himself into me with no mercy and a loud scream automatically escaped from my throat because of the pain. He didn't start moving yet but instead attacked his lips on mine, grabbed my wrists with his hand and put them above my head, keeping them there. Axl tried to get an access in my mouth with his tongue but i didn't let him win until he squeezed my ass and started moving himself inside of me. When a deep moan escaped from my throat, he had a perfect chance to stuff his tongue in my mouth. He started slamming into me harder and harder and my moans became louder. He fastened his pace to even faster than before which i didn't know was even possible. ”Oh shit, Axl,” i whined and started panting. ”Are you coming?” Axl asked quietly and looked at me and i couldn't do anything else than just nod for the answer. ”Scream my name, baby,” Axl commanded between his teeth. ”Fuck, Axl, i'm coming,” i moaned. ”No, honey, you're coming when i tell you to come,” Axl stated seriously. ”Please, Axl, i can't,” i said quietly and felt how my legs would fail me soon. He waited for a few seconds until looked at me again. ”Now, scream my name so hard that your lungs are gonna explode,” he muttered in my ear. ”Oh fuck, Axl!” i screamed so loud that i wouldn't be surprised if everybody near this room heard us when a huge wave of pleasure went through my whole body. Axl came just a second after me and we both fell on the floor, water still running down our spines. I rested my head on Axl's shoulder and he put his arm around me. ”So, what are we going to do with this now?”

#guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #imagine guns n roses #axl rose #axl rose imagine #imagine axl rose #steven adler #slash #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #axl rose fanfiction #guns n roses fanfiction

[genandherramblings]

Rosacea + Acne (what works for me)

Backstory: I’ve had rosacea in my family for a while, it’s sometimes hereditary and in my case, I also had to take hardcore medication for my Crohn’s (chemotherapy) and it flared up my initial tiny-2-3-dots of rosacea to a REAL problem and burned my skin.

What I’ll write here is my own skincare routine, which was slightly adjusted by my own dermatologist (FINALLY got to see one, jesus).

Take this with a grain of salt y’all. 

I did go to my newly-acquired (adopted) Dermatologist, and she’s super nice and yeah, so here we go.

SHOWER

Here’s my skincare routine. Helped A LOT with acne and a big plus with chemo-induced-Rosacea. Feel free to adjust to your OWN skin, that’s what matters most!

1) Use no scrubs or loofas! Only your hands/fingers/soft clean materials. They irritate the skin and accentuate the redness in it. Plus, I feel it doesn’t help with sensitive skin, since scrubbing with rough materials, even lightly, cause micro-tears in your skin resulting in more scars.

2) NO scalding hot showers! Go for warm instead. It dries out your skin and no bueno, you don’t want that. 

3) I personally start with foam soaps - my go to is this bad boi, Aveno Clear Complexion FOAM Cleanser. The “clear-thing” helped my angry red-skin tbh and the foam is sooooo nice + my dermatologist recommended me foam-stuff (if you can’t afford medical cleasers / appointments to dermato, go foamy). It’s softer on your skin! TRY FOAM, AVENO OR NOT, I SWEAR

(Fuck me, that picture is BIG. I don’t know what I’m doing, might remove later, idk.)

#4) Wash your face g e n t l y with this and rinse off. Like, remove your makeup with it and go on with your shower, as usual.

#5) When washing your hair, try to do it before you wash your skin. Since you often have oils and others in your shampoo/conditioner, ya don’t want your pores all opened up and getting the oil at the end of your shower. Instead, do the following: 

Wash your face quick and nice first time to remove makeup.

Wash your hair and add the conditioner.

While letting the conditioner sit, wash your body, shave, etc.

Last thing last, re-wash your face more thoroughly with the foam, again. 

Now, step 4 is where my dermatologist would whoop my ass; she suggested to wash my face at the end, and in the beginning of my shower, simply rinse makeup off with water + soft soap. Washing your face too much is no good, BUT THAT’S HOW I ROLL MMMMKAY. I feel dirty otherwise ): 

Last but not least, when out of that hot shower, if you’re too cheap like me to buy a “night” toner or something, rinse your face with cold water. I usually get out of the shower, wrap myself and rinse my face 2-3 times with a splash of cold water to close my pores, but don’t over-do it! You still want open pores to put your night-cream!

AFTER SHOWERING (Acne stuff)

That’s when, depending on break-out or not,  I’ll do the following:

Acne Breakout ™ : Apply your anti-acne gels and lotions. Let it sit while brushing your teeth or something. Once it’s all in, apply your night-cream or just a simple hydrating cream. 

I-have-the-face-of-God™-and-don’t-have-acne: I hate you, but also, simply add a bit of hydrating cream / lotion. Let it get in your skin as well.

SLEEP WITH CLEAN PILLOWCASE!!! Your skin is still warm for the shower, even if you rinsed it with cold water + added your night creams, the dead skin and other bacteria from your day + nights end up there. CHANGE IT, I never did before and my dermatologist was like “Bruh.” Yeah, do it. 

DURING THE DAY 

Here’s what I do in the morning :D

Wash face with Dove scent-free soap bar and cold-warm water.

Pat (NEVER RUB YOU POTATO!) to dry - rubbing is like scrubbing and can cause tears in the skin!

Apply tout-de-suite your hydrating cream. I like Cetaphil and if you feel fancy, Neutrogena Hydro-Boost. Again, please take whatever your skin likes! No need to be these two!

Brush ya teeth while it sets in. I hate having something on my skin but yeah, I have to do this now!

Dermatologist tip for summer : Also add a layer of sun lotion made for your face. 

Start with your eye / lips / brow makeup and do your hair. The more time you let your products settle in, the better it is!

Apply your usual skin makeup. Ideally, in the perfect world, we wouldn’t feel pressure to hide our flaws BUT I do and maybe you too, so add it last!

WHAT DO YOU USE? (Found in Walmart + Pharmacy) 

Until very recently, I had no help from dermatologists whatsoever (took me a year to get one) and here’s what I use (also approved by my Brand-New Dermatologist™ : 

To clean : Aveno Clear Complexion Foam Cleanser  but also, my mother uses this one for her rosacea  (also from Aveno) and Dove’s basic, unscented soap bar. Think simple and gentle! Does not need to be those brands, but they are my go-to.

To scrub : Once in a while, it doesn’t hurt to scrub - go green or homemade. Scrubs with plastic beads in it are BAD for the environment and your skin! >:(

To hydrate : As mentioned above, I like scent-free stuff like Cetaphil and although Neutrogena Hydro-Boost has a slight smell to it, it’s not “perfume-ish” and is faint. I like it personally. 

Makeup : THIS BITCH. If you have ACNE, I 200% recommend it. I’ve been using it for a while now and if you have botchy skin that’s bumpy with pimples and scars or just heavy red skin, that’s my absolute FAVE. For me at least, it’d fill the “cracks” of my skin and even it out. It is a bit thicker, but it’s also light and fluffy. It is:

Sweat-resistant

Noice finish

I just love it tbh

If you can tho, try liquid foundations that have FPS protection or some form of sunscreen in it. Liquid foundations tend to have hydrating stuff in them and are easier. HOWEVER, with acne, I find versus mousse, they do get into your thirsty skin, that mistakes it for water and drinks it up = drinking makeup = more breakouts. 

Ultimately, it’s what your skin feels best in!

Hope this helped someone out there lmao, thanks for coming to my TED talk. 

PS: ALWAYS FOLLOW YOUR HEART SKIN - This is what I use, and am no professional but felt like sharing it. 

I’ll also post another freakin’ digital TED Talk on skin products that my dermatologist prescribed me, see how they work and maybe you can ask your doctor for them too! Prolly a review of some sort! :)

- Gen 

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[fg-whereabouts-unknown]

RUINED GIRLS

I episode:  „New girl“ 

part 1

link: https://tv3play.tv3.ee/sisu/nurjatud-tudrukud/281033?autostart=true

*Hanna wakes up. She is on the floor coverd in blood. There is a dead man next to her. Police sirens and knocking on the door. The door is kicked in, but Hanna has already feld*

…

*Hanna is running when somebody catches her*

Dedective Karabulin:   Cherrypie.

(intro)

…

*in the interrogation room*

Dedective Karabulin:   So, miss Kivimaa, why did you kill Haarald Simeon.

Hanna:   I haven’t killed anybody.

Dedective Karabulin:   In my opinion, that man was pretty dead, right. And his blood is under your fingernails, baby.

Hanna:   I touched him, of course. I wanted to know if he was still alive.

Dedective Karabulin:   Yes, and pretty unfortunately he was pretty dead, right.

Hanna:   I don’t even know that man.

Dedective Karabulin:   mhm

* Dedective Karabulin puts gum in his mouth*

Dedective Karabulin:   So he was a complete stranger?

Hanna:   That’s what I said.

Dedective Karabulin:   And a completly strange house?

Hanna:   I..it’s our crib. Our home.

Dedective Karabulin:   *shrug* Your home? Crib? Crib scrib. *chuckle* Cupcake, that crib or scrib, whatever you said, can’t in any way be your home. It is City Commissioner Stradinski’s house. And mister Stradinski is pretty upset that we found a corpse in his house right before the election. Understandingly, he is very interested in finding the culprit and locking them up, okay. Do you understand how bad this situation is, the bloodstain on his election platform? It could ruin everything, cherrypie! *gets more agressive* Don’t you come here telling me about crib or scrib! Hello, do you understand? Would you think a little, ah?

Hanna:   Why should I do that? I don’t have any reason for it.

Dedective Karabulin:   *stants up and comes closer to Hanna* I’ll tell you, sweetie, how I think things are. You killed that man. And now are desperately trying to crawl your way out of this situation. Batting your eyelashes, hoping to save your skin. *whispers into her ear* Don’t think it will work, Hanna.

…

*Hanna is listening to music on the bus*

Mia:   What are you listening to?

*Hanna gives Mia one of her earphones*

Social worker:   Would you please not interact with others... Mabye you want to ask me something about Vaigistu before we get there? I understand you’re in a bad mood, yes, yes, for a good reason too. Summer vacation, others your age are riding bikes, going swimming, catching butterflies, yes, could make mad. You know that all that’s waiting for you is schoolwork, 3*yawn*65 days a year, right. Actually, you should be very happy, it could have been worse. You could be in jail right now. Yes. I read your file, I know what you’re capable of. Don’t think you’re special. That school is filled with girls like you.

…

*Chris shoves Margit’s head in her food, Keiu bursts out laughing and starts a foodfight. Cris leaves while Margit cries and Jüri Mumm doesn’t even notice the chaos around him*

…

*Markus Tamm is sleeping in his car, having a sexual dream*

Markus:  *in his sleep* What are you doing? *noices. A truck drives by and a bat flies into Markus’s  car window, suddenly waking Markus* DON’T PULL ON THAT! *notices the probably dead bat* What are you doing here? Go away. Fucking bird, go away bird. *notices that he’s late* Oh FUCKING SHIT SEA. So.. I like little girls, I like little girls, I like little girls…

*car won’t work*

Markus:   God damnit, this was really missing.

…

Mia:    You’re going to Vaigistu then? Don’t take it so seriously. You’re going to be just fine. It’s noy the end of the world, you’ll see. Would you like some candy? *gives Hanna some candy* I need to go. Shame, I would’ve liked to get to know you. What’s your name?

Hanna:   Hanna.

*Mia hands Hanna a talisman*

Mia:   Take this, Hanna. I don’t need it anymore.

*Mia gets off the bus*

Mia:   I’m going to confess everything.

*She gets run over by a car*

…

Social worker:   Stay away. Don’t go.

*Hanna goes over to Mia, bends to hear what she says*

Mia:   Sten Gronberg.

…

Headmaster Tõnu:  Remind yourselves why you came to work here. I presume it wasn’t for a good sallary. Rather for the missions feeling.

Elena:   The salary just doesn’t correspond with the work load. We should get a rais, not you lowering it.

Headmaster Tõnu:  I know, I know and we have problems. I also had another question, today arrives the new psychologist-

*cuts to Markus jumping on his jacket and screaming*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Lets try to make a good impression, right. Mikael, I want you to change your new monitor with the one in the counseling room.

Mikael:   Wait, why? How so now, t-this isn’t right.

Headmaster Tõnu:  I understand, but it is very important that we make a good first impression, right? So?

Valentina:   Come quickly. There’s a revolt in the cafereria.

…

Kiku:   stop it! Stop it immediately! *holding a banana* You don’t play with food.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Anybody who is responsible for this, can not go home this weekend.

Keiu:   I haven’t done anything!

Headmaster Tõnu:  Keiu! What is that there? So?

Keiu:  I think I got my periood. *girls laugh*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Silence! Silene! Who started this thing? Answer me. Answer me right now!

*Margit snobs*

Headmaster Tõnu:  So? Margit, Margit, come, come here. Would you be so kind and, please, tell me who started this? Margit, Margit, so, sweety?

Margit:   Chris. Chris did.

Chris:   What? Oh my god, what happene here?

Headmaster Tõnu:  Chris!

Chris:   I just got here. This is terrible, mister headmaster.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Margit? Margit, you know what we think about liers in this school. You know very well! And it just had to happe today, when the new psychologist arrives. Markus Tamm!

*cuts to Markus peeing on top of his car*

*girls are all in a line and the headmaster is examening them*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Chris? Chris?

Chris:   Yea?

Headmaster Tõnu:  What kind of lace is that hangin there- there?

Chris:   Hose strap.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Put on normal stockings, right now.

…

*Mikael replaces the new monitor in Markus’s cabinet*

Headmaster Tõnu:  What stinks so bad? Do you have any ideas, colleagues?

Headmaster Tõnu:  What a wonderful proposal.

…

*Hanna and the social worker heading for the entrens of the school*

Social worker:   There isn’t any backing out for you anymore. These are all your own decisions that you have made and now you have to answer for them. Hello, new girl.

Elena:   Lets make one thing clear. We have a certain system here. It is needed for your own safety, so you wouldn’t hurt others or yourself. We care about you, is that understood? We treat everybody equally, no exceptions, no preferences. Breakfast at 8.am, lunch at 12.pm and supper at 5.pm, in between are fruits. Schoolwork from Monday to Friday. Independent work on the weekend. With good behavior you can go home for a weekend once a month. Happy smiley for good behavior, sad smiley for bad behavior.  More than three sad smileys means there’s no going home, is it understood? Then all is well, all is well. Any questions? Don’t be afraid to ask.

*Elena and Hanna enter the girl’s „dorm room“*

Elena:   Here is your new room. Hanna meet Margit, Margit Hanna. You are definitely going to be good friends, right.

Margit:   I sleep upstairs. And if you don’t like that I can punch you too.

*gets her place shown to her*

Margit:   ow, ow… you can’t put your bag there. It’s Vika’s bed.

Hanna:   I don’t see any Vika here.

Margit:   ’Cause she is in the crazy house right now.

 This is all I could translate today (aka part1). I will continue translating tomorrow. Hope you enjoy the show.

The link for the first episode of Ruiend Girls is here: https://tv3play.tv3.ee/sisu/nurjatud-tudrukud/281033?autostart=true

The introduction post is right here: http://flowergirls-whereabouts-unknown.tumblr.com/post/163723861391/listen-i-have-a-tv-show-for-you-to-watch

#part1 #part 1 #please watch #tv #tv shows #show #gay #homosexual #bi #biseuxal #lol #ship #shipping #ships #otp #ruined girls #funny #humor #gitl #girls #lesbian #fan #fandom #need to watch #death #murder #estonia #eesti #girl #love

[lordavanti]

Imagine Lagertha and Ragnar wanting you both

ONESHOT Request: I've had a really bad day an don't see the rest of my week looking up so can I ask for a oneshot to cheer me up. Oneshot includes teenage Lagertha, Ragnar, an reader. Ragnar and Lagertha are freshly married an celebrate by joining a raid, after geting to foreign land they go to gather fire wood or something but come across the reader who has been lost in the wilds for days after running from something of your choice. Also if it ended in a romantic or platonic relationship. Thank you. Note: For my lovely @laynpop17, because she had a very crappy day and needs some cheering up! <3 Hope you like it girl.

Summary: When you can’t handle the man your mother is married with anymore you decide to run away after he tried to beat you again. You end days in the forest, alone until you stubble up on two riders, vikings. Just married, Ragnar and Lagertha take you in there camp, both having a hugh interest in you. Words: 1714

���Come her you.’ The man grinned. You felt his hand leaving scars on your arm while he tried to grabb. The rush of adrenaline didn’t care if you arm started bleeding or not, you needed to get away from the man that hitted you since you were little. He wasn’t your father but he was married to your mother and since he joined your life he treated you bad. But your mother wasn’t around and after all those years you decided that it was enough, you didn’t wanted this anymore and you rather ran away than to stay. So you jerked your arm loose, causing him to fall out of balance and smacking on the ground. He grabbed your ankle and you fell on the ground, you head kicked against the floor and you got dizzy while he climbed on to you. ‘I will show you how I treat disobedience.’ He hissed. Your hand looked for something, anything to hit him with on the head. And when you found a piece of wood you didn’t think about it, you just smached it against his head, causing him to loose concious on top of you. You pulled your body from underneath him, eyes wide open when you stared down on him before you started to run for your life. He could wake up, he could come after you, he was quite the tracker. The forest swallowed you, not trying to stay on the path you zigzagged between the trees, in the mud until you were sure you head a little headstart. Blood pounded in the little wound on your head, trees danced before your eyes and you told yourself to take it a little easier. For now you were safe, a heavy men like him you would hear coming so you slided down aside a tree and tried to get some control back in you body. You ran away … not planning to go back soon. After days you noticed your mistake. Running of without any food or clothes was the worst you could do in that moment. Not that you were starving on that moment, you found some berry's and a small creek with fresh water. But seeing a bunny hopping by wasn’t much of a solution to your problem if you had nothing to hunt with. So you wandered through the forest, hoping that you would find some shelter, a shed in the woods, another village to regain strenght maybe. But after a two hour walk again you felt hopeless. So sat aside a creeck looking down to your own reflexion when you heared something. You jerked your head up, looking for the sound that looked like some running throught the bushes. Would he have found you? After all those days? Your body stood up, like an automatic pilot you started to run again in the other direction. You really didn’t look before you, eyes got always back over your shoulder hoping it wouldn’t be him. But when you ran on the road you bumbed against something large. The horse startled and you stopped, looking around, panting in fear. There stood two horses on the road, with a woman and a man. A weird looking man and woman. You did nothing except for staring at them. The woman looked to the man before she got from her horse. ‘Why are you running?’ She asked you. Your eyes went back to the forest. ‘There is a man trying to get to me.’ Why you where honest you didn’t know, you just had to get away from here. But honestly, looking to them wasn’t quite that reassuring to. The man still sat on his horse, a very long braid laid over his shoulder, the rest of his head bald. They looked young, the way he looked to her told you that they were in love or something like that. ‘Does he want to hurt you?’ ‘Who are you?’ You asked back before you gave them any more information. ‘I’m Lagertha, this is my husband,’ she shooted him a playfull smile. ‘Ragnar.’ He ended her senteces. ‘We are viking, raiding these lands.’ Vikings? Here? You looked around again through the forest, looking for the man or at least a sound of the man but there was nothing. ‘We should get her with us.’ Ragnar said. His eyes traveled over your body and she almost did the same. Talked about a stunning woman, she was that kind. Lagertha throwed her freshly husband a new look, changing words without saying anything. ‘Do you want to come? You look hungry, we could protect you.’ She suggested. You had an option here, staying starving in the woods with him hunting you down or going with two vikings who looked at each other like they could eat each other in parts. So, you nodded and Lagertha stroked a strain out of your face. ‘Come on.’ She said walking back to her horse. She got on it, pulling you after her. You looked to the man again, Ragnar, he smiled to you but oh what was that smile a promesing one. They fed you, she even washed your clothes and after two days in their camp you started to relax a little. They weren’t always there and if they were they maked loudly sounds in their bed. It wasn’t that you heared that for the first time but it was a lot louder than you were just. When you sat the next day outside poking the fire Lagertha came to you. The men where raiding again and for once she didn’t joined them on the raid.  ‘Why where you running from that man? Was he your husband?’ She asked, crouching down aside you to warm her hands over the fire. ‘No, he was my mothers husband. He mistreated me, hit me a lot, tried other things.’ You answered without looking up. Ragnar and Lagertha where nice to you from the beginning. Althrought Ragnar always looked to you in a certain way, you got used to it. ‘Sorry to hear.’ ‘I was just tired, so I ran,’ You felt silent, looking to the scar that runned from your lower arm to your hand. Lagertha stood up, standing behind you while her fingers runned through your hair. You noticed the woman and man all had braids, it was really a matter of time before she would do it with you, she looked at it to often. ‘Do you have a husband?’ She asked, starting to braid your hair carefull. ‘No.’ You never really had anybody. ‘Do you have a lover?’ ‘Why are you asking?’ You asked uncertain. She worked your braid until the end before she crouched down aside you again. ‘You are a fine looking girl, I can’t imagine that nobody wants you.’ She smiled in a certain way playfull. Her finger rested under your chin and you looked in her eyes that got some desire. ‘I would want you.’ She bited her lip, like she just said something that she couldn’t say out loud. You supposed it was just that. But what could you say? Nothing really so you only looked in those eyes of her. And like she took is as an inventation she pressed a very soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes closed in a moment before you looked back at her, a smile in misschief surrounded her lips before she stood up and walked away. Did you just … ? And when he came back earlier on the night he was watching your back while you where making some dinner on the fire. You just felt it, eyes gazing on your body. So you stood up and slowly turned around. ‘My wife wants you.’ He smiled. She wanted you? This was some weird kind of game, what else would it be? ‘You are just married?’ You reacted, trying not to wander your eyes over his chest. He looked down in his cup of ale before drinking it empty. He placed the cup on a wooden log and walked over to you. In reaction you backed down a little. ‘I don’t understand this.’ You pointed around on the situation. ‘She can’t have you.’ He said. Offcourse she couldn’t, she was just married. Meant betrayel nothing for them?  ‘Because I want you.’ That handsome smile creeped on his lips and you jaw dropped in disbelief. She was in the tent, hardly away from the both of you. But here he stood, so close you almost felt his breath. You almost could touch his bare chest. ‘Still don’t understand.’ You whispered a little tensed. He sneaked his arm around your waist and out of reflex you putted your hands against his chest before he could pull you any closer. But seeing those strong arms you knew you never could push him away. ‘It’s a little game.’ He whispered in your ear. You swallowed, not being able to move another inch. And just like she took advantage of you silence he did to. He pressed his lips on yours, pushing his tongue between your teeth you were forced to go in that kind of passion. But he could kiss. You took in a large breath through your noice, opening your lips, tasting him. You really forgot everything around you, even Lagertha. ‘Ragnar.’ She smiled. You felt something on your neck and you startled. She stood right behind you, lips traveling over the back of your neck, down your colorbone. ‘Can we have her both?’ Ragnar asked, like you weren’t even there. His lips were so demanding on you cheek, biting your ear until you felt weak in your knees. He kissed her, while her hand followed the curves of your body. In gods name, what was happening. ‘Come with us Y/n.’ She suggested. He pulled you closer, fingers sliping underneath your shirt and you gasped, feeling his cold fingers roaming your skin. It was a weird kind sensation, he wanted you, she wanted you and they wanted each other. ‘What do you think?’ He asked.You only nodded, not in the right mind to say a thing right now. He smiled to his wife and she smiled back before the both of them took you to there bedroom. This was not really happening. First time something else than Ivar, liked it! Tasted for more.

#vikings imagine #vikings #ragnar imagine #lagertha #ragnar lothbrok

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I episode:  „New girl“

*Hanna wakes up. She is on the floor coverd in blood. There is a dead man next to her. Police sirens and knocking on the door. The door is kicked in, but Hanna has already feld*

…                                        

*Hanna is running when somebody catches her*

Dedective Karabulin:   Cherrypie.

(intro)

…

*in the interrogation room*

Dedective Karabulin:   So, miss Kivimaa, why did you kill Haarald Simeon.

Hanna:   I haven’t killed anybody.

Dedective Karabulin:   In my opinion, that man was pretty dead, right. And his blood is munder your fingernails, baby.

Hanna:   I touched him, of course. I wanted to know if he was still alive.

Dedective Karabulin:   Yes, and pretty unfortunately he was pretty dead, right.

Hanna:   I don’t even know that man.

Dedective Karabulin:   mhm

* Dedective Karabulin puts gum in his mouth*

Dedective Karabulin:   So he was a complete stranger?

Hanna:   That’s what I said.

Dedective Karabulin:   And a completly strange house?

Hanna:   I..it’s our crib. Our home.

Dedective Karabulin:   *shrug* Your home? Crib? Crib scrib. *chuckle* Cupcake, that crib or scrib, whatever you said, can’t in any way be your home. It is City Commissioner Stradinski’s house. And mister Stradinski is pretty upset that we found a corpse in his house right before the election. Understandingly, he is very interested in finding the culprit and locking them up, okay. Do you understand how bad this situation is, the bloodstain on his election platform? It could ruin everything, cherrypie! *gets more agressive* Don’t you come here telling me about crib or scrib! Hello, do you understand? Would you think a little, ah?

Hanna:   Why should I do that? I don’t have any reason for it.

Dedective Karabulin:   *stants up and comes closer to Hanna* I’ll tell you, sweetie, how I think things are. You killed that man. And now are desperately trying to crawl your way out of this situation. Batting your eyelashes, hoping to save your skin. *whispers into her ear* Don’t think it will work, Hanna.

…

*Hanna is listening to music on the bus*

Mia:   What are you listening to?

*Hanna gives Mia one of her earphones*

Social worker:   Would you please not interact with others. Mabye you want to ask me something about Vaigistu before we get there? I understand you’re in a bad mood, yes, yes, for a good reason too. Summer vacation, others your age are riding bikes, going swimming, catching butterflies, yes, could make mad. You know that all that’s waiting for you is schoolwork, 3*yawn*65 days a year, right. Actually, you should be very happy, it could have been Worse. You could be in jail right now. Yes. I read your file, I know what you’re capable of. Don’t think you’re special. That school is filled with girls like you.

…

*Chris shoves Margit’s head in her food, Keiu bursts out laughing and starts a foodfight. Cris leaves while Margit cries and Jüri Mumm doesn’t even notice the chaos around him*

…

*Markus Tamm is sleeping in his car, having a sexual dream*

Markus:  *in his sleep* What are you doing? *noices. A truck drives by and a bat flies into Markus’s  car window, suddenly waking Markus* DON’T PULL ON THAT! *notices the probably dead bat* What are you doing here? Go away. Fucking bird, go away bird. *notices that he’s late* Oh FUCKING SHIT SEA. So.. I like little girls, I like little girls, I like little girls…

*car won’t work*

Markus:   God damnit, this was really missing.

…

Mia:    You’re going to Vaigistu then? Don’t take it so seriously. You’re going to be just fine. It’s noy the end of the world, you’ll see. Would you like some candy? *gives Hanna some candy* I need to go. Shame, I would’ve liked to get to know you. What’s your name?

Hanna:   Hanna.

*Mia hands Hanna a talisman*

Mia:   Take this, Hanna. I don’t need it anymore.

*Mia gets off the bus*

Mia:   I’m going to confess everything.

*She gets run over by a car*

…

Social worker:   Stay away. Don’t go.

*Hanna goes over to Mia, bends to hear what she says*

Mia:   Sten Gronberg.

…

Headmaster Tõnu:  Remind yourselves why you came to work here. I presume it wasn’t for a good sallary. Rather for the missions feeling.

Elena:   The salary just doesn’t correspond with the work load. We should get a rais, not you lowering it.

Headmaster Tõnu:  I know, I know and we have problems. I also had another question, today arrives the new psychologist-

*cuts to Markus jumping on his jacket and screaming*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Lets try to make a good impression, right. Mikael, I want you to change your new monitor with the one in the counseling room.

Mikael:   Wait, why? How so now, t-this isn’t right.

Headmaster Tõnu:  I understand, but it is very important that we make a good first impression, right? So?

Valentina:   Come quickly. There’s a revolt in the cafereria.

…

Kiku:   stop it! Stop it immediately! *holding a banana* You don’t play with food.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Anybody who is responsible for this, can not go home this weekend.

Keiu:   I haven’t done any thing!

Headmaster Tõnu:  Keiu! What is that there? So?

Keiu:  I think I got my periood. *girls laugh*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Silence! Silene! Who started this thing? Answer me. Answer me right now!

*Margit snobs*

Headmaster Tõnu:  So? Margit, Margit, come, come here. Would you be so kind and, please, tell me who started this? Margit, Margit, so, sweety?

Margit:   Chris. Chris did.

Chris:   What? Oh my god, what happene here?

Headmaster Tõnu:  Chris!

Chris:   I just got here. This is terrible, mister headmaster.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Margit? Margit, you know what we think about liers in this school. You know very well! And it just had to happe today, when the new psychologist arrives. Markus Tamm!

*cuts to Markus peeing on top of his car*

*girls are all in a line and the headmaster is examening them*

Headmaster Tõnu:  Chris? Chris?

Chris:   Yea?

Headmaster Tõnu:  What kind of lace is that hangin there- there?

Chris:   Hose strap.

Headmaster Tõnu:  Put on normal stockings, right now.

…

*Mikael replaces the new monitor in Markus’s cabinet*

Headmaster Tõnu:  What stinks so bad? Do you have any ideas, colleagues?

Headmaster Tõnu:  What a wonderful proposal.

…

*Hanna and the social worker heading for the entrens of the school*

Social worker:   There isn’t any backing out for you anymore. These are all your own decisions tht you have made and now you have to answer for them. Hello, new girl.

Elena:   Lets make one thing clear. We have a certain system here. It is needed for your own safety, so you wouldn’t hurt others or yourself. We care about you, is that understood? We treat everybody equally, no exceptions, no preferences. Breakfast at 8.am, lunch at 12.pm and supper at 5.pm, in between are frits. Schoolwork from Monday to Friday. Independent work on the weekend. With good behavior you can go home for a weekend once a month. Happy smiley for good behavior, sad smiley for bad behavior.  Over three sad smileys means there’s no going home, is it understood? Then all is well, all is well. Any questions? Don’t be afraid to ask.

*Elena and Hanna enter the girl’s „dorm room“*

Elena:   Here is your new room. Hanna meet Margit, Margit Hanna. You are definitely going to be good friends, right.

Margit:   I sleep upstairs. And if you don’t like that I can punch you too.

*gets her place shown to her*

Margit:   ow, ow… you can’t put your bag there. It’s Vika’s bed.

Hanna:   I don’t see any Vika here.

Margit:   ’Cause she is in the crazy house right now.