#But likely not. So um kicks you in the shins that's mean don't be taller than me it's not allowed

[watatsumiis]

GEN YOURE SO TINY OMG

>is only 1 inch taller

Going to go buy platform boots right now just to be taller than you actually >:C

[mabelstone]

Security Cameras

matt stone x reader

summary: part two of The Maid.

word count: 1645

note: did you see this coming? lol

18+ warning, mild explicit content. if you're not comfortable with that, pls don't interact <3 also, i do not agree with spying on people whatsoever!! this is completely fictional.

if you haven't read it already, here's part one.

Part Two.

He had two monitors worth of security cameras scattered throughout the house, which appeared to be completely normal for someone of his wealth. But then you spotted your room, the cameras showing two angles. It was the only bedroom in the house with cameras inside.

You weren’t sure if you should be scared or use this to the advantage of your hungry libido, but before you could decide, you watched Matt’s car pull up in the driveway. You hurried out of the ‘office,’ and fixed your breasts in your uniform. You grabbed your supplies and headed back downstairs, awaiting your new boss.

He walked through the doors looking dishevelled. His curls were slightly hanging in his face, his top two shirt buttons undone, kicking his shoes off with a sigh.

“Um, I finished all the rooms, Mr Stone.” You spoke up, hands behind your back, an innocent smile adoring your face. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He visibly relaxed, a smirk painting his. “I can’t say exactly what I need, it’s probably not appropriate,” he joked, walking to the kitchen to grab two crystal wine glasses. “Have a drink with me, then you’re free to go.”

You accepted his offer, sitting on one of the island stools across from him. He poured two very tall glasses of wine, joining you at the island. “Any reason you chose this job in particular?” He quirked, eyes scanning your face again. He certainly wasn’t afraid to get caught staring.

“It looked appealing,” you answered truthfully, taking a sip of your wine. It was sauvignon blanc, your least favourite wine, but you kept a straight face as you added, “your neighbourhood is gorgeous. Plus, I read up a little bit about you.”

He raised an eyebrow, quirking, “so that’s the real reason, huh? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to say?” You looked up at him innocently, crossing one of your legs over the other, your shin lightly brushing his.

“Was it me or my money?” He asked lowly, his fingertips brushing over your knee.

“You’re cute,” you smiled, rolling your eyes playfully, “is that what you wanted?”

He smiled back, his hand travelling further up your leg, fingers lightly digging into your plush thighs.

“And the maid outfit?” You retorted, uncrossing your legs for him, his fingers moving down and hooking into your stockings.

“It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” Your eyes searching each other’s hungrily, your core dampening from the spontaneity. He reached a hand into the back of your hair, your lips crashing together with need. Your hands travelled up to his chest, making quick work of undoing the next few buttons. He groaned into your mouth, his spare hand roughly grabbing your hip, pulling you to stand before him. Even standing with heels, he was still taller than you sitting down. You gasped when his hand made its way under your dress, desperately grabbing your ass.

You both quickly pulled away, a tall brunette walking through the door.

“Trey?” Matt sounded surprised and frustrated. You blushed in embarrassment, readjusting your dress. “A little warning would be nice.”

“The gate was open, that means ‘come in.’” His friend shrugged, helping himself to a bottle of beer in the fridge.

“I’ll get out of your hair, Mr. Stone.” You blushed, hurrying back upstairs to change.

“Mr. Stone?” Trey teased Matt in a hushed voice, your heart pounding.

Your head was spinning. No way that just happened. You made haste of removing your uniform, suddenly remembering the security cameras. You played it off like you had no idea, putting your old clothes on as fast as possible. You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself to show your face downstairs after being caught. You probably blew it. He was likely caught up in the heat of the moment, and when you walked back down there, he’d tell you your arrangement wasn’t going to work. You closed the door behind you and walked back downstairs, both men watching you walk toward them.

“Well, I’m off now,” you told Matt awkwardly, him smiling at you through hooded eyelids, his friend watching the entire exchange unfold.

“You did a great job,” Matt smiled, walking toward you, placing a hand on the back of your arm. “Would you like to start at 8am tomorrow?”

You were shocked that he wanted you to come back. You swallowed hard, nodding probably too eagerly. “Great!” He smiled, walking you to the door. You stepped outside, grateful for the fresh air unravelling the knot in your throat. “Wear something nice underneath tomorrow,” he dropped his head down to your ear, his voice just above a whisper, only loud enough for you to hear. “I like black.” He let go of your arm and winked at you, before closing the door behind him.

Your heart pounded as you made your way back to your car. No way. There is no way that just happened.

As you pulled up the next morning, you saw a few cars pulling out of his estate, two or three still parked out the front of his house.

You did the same as yesterday, buzzing in at the gate, it slowly swinging open before you. This time Matt didn’t greet you at the door, however, it was unlocked for you. You walked in, the place around you littered with beer bottles, empty cans, and glasses everywhere. You couldn’t see Matt anywhere, but rather a few barely clothed people passed out on the lounges. You quietly crept up the stairs, trying your best to not wake anybody up. Right on cue, Matt stepped out of his ‘office,’ greeting you with a warm, “Morning, Y/N, right on time.” He was shirtless, his thick curls sprawled every which way, a pair of dark blue plaid pyjama pants hugging his bottom half, the band of his calvin’s peering over the top.

“Good morning, Matt,” you smiled, fighting the urge to look down at the visible bulge in his pants. “Big night?”

“Pretty average,” he shrugged, running a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing slightly. “You’re gonna have a busy day,” he smirked, watching you resist the urge to eye fuck him.

“No worries, I came prepared.” You walked to your room, hearing a faint, good girl, from Matt. You watched him slip back into the office. Unbeknownst to him, you knew exactly what he was doing. You played dumb, closing the door behind you. You began undressing, painfully slowly removing your shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that cupped your breasts perfectly, pushing them against each other. You slipped off your pants, a matching lacy black thong hugging your curves tight, the thong wedged so uncomfortably far up your ass, you knew Matt would be having a field day watching. You bent over to pick up your clothes, heels still on your feet. You were freshly waxed for him, but he didn’t know that yet. You sat on the bed, still only in your lingerie. You grabbed some moisturiser from your bag, kicking one leg out, running your hands up and down your soft skin.

You knew Matt would be watching, but you didn’t know he was attending to the growing hardness in his pants, one hand snaking its way into his trunks. While he was spying on you, you trailed your hand up your chest, running it up to your neck, and into the back of your hair. You ‘accidentally’ dropped your hair tie, having to bend down again to grab it. You went the extra mile, getting onto your knees, your heels resting under each cheek. You arched your back slightly, pulling your thick hair into a ponytail before standing up again. It was an unnatural position of course, but he wouldn’t know that.

In the room adjacent to yours, Matt’s hand was wrapped around his hard length, pumping it slowly, running his thumb over his aching tip occasionally. He imagined it was your hand, your pretty eyes staring up at him from your knees, batting your eyelashes innocently as you often did around him.

You slipped your dress on, looking at yourself in the mirror, running your hands up the sides. He winced as you left your room, his private show ending for the morning. You quietly approached his door, knocking softly. “Mr. Stone?” You called out quietly, a rosy cheeked Matt appearing, his notably sized cock tucked into his waistband. He looked at you through dark eyes, starving for more. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him to keep his secret hidden. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Downstairs. When you’re done, tell the people down there to leave.” He ordered, his voice deep and stern. “Then head up here once everybody’s left. Meet me in my room. Can you follow instructions well, doll?”

You nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Good girl. Go.”

You quickly headed downstairs, Matt heading back into the office to finish what he started. You tidied the space, stepping around the bodies splayed throughout the lounge room to clean up the various bottles of alcohol. Impatient to meet your boss upstairs, you gently shook his guests awake, telling them that Matt requested they get going. They sheepishly agreed, each of the perverted men around you ogling at your outfit. You finished your work downstairs within 30 minutes, the final guest departing the mansion.

You headed up the stairs, hearing Matt turn off the shower with perfect timing. You waited a few beats, gently knocking on his door. He opened it, curls dripping beads of water onto his face, a towel loosely draped around his waist. “Everyone gone?” He asked, earning a soft, mhm, from you. He wasted no time gripping your arms and sitting you back onto his bed, soft, warm lips attaching to yours immediately.

[beetlegoose01]

forget about love (one shot)

Summary: In which Scorpius and Rose discuss love.

It was a clear, crisp spring day at Hogwarts. Classes had long ended, and several students were enjoying the sunshine by the Great Lake. Some students were relaxing under the oak trees nearby, dozing off from the cool shade instead of the heat from the sun. Textbooks and sweet wrappers were discarded lazily in several piles, some open, others not touched at all. It was Friday, after all. No one except the extremely studious would bother doing homework on such a lovely day. Especially not on a Friday.

Rose was by the sparkling lake, shoes and socks tossed aside as she dipped her toes in the refreshing water. Concentrating with all her might, she picked up a flat stone and flicked it across. It skimmed a good three times, before plopping into the water. The circular reflection surrounding it as it fell into the deep lake. She sighed, lost in thought. She had finished all of her homework hours ago, so she didn't really have any plans. There wasn't any Hogsmeade this weekend either, nor any Quidditch games. Sure she could spend time with her friends, a gaggle of girls she often gossiped with, but whenever she did talk with them, she felt as though she was wasting time.

'Shouldn't you be doing something right now? Why are you relaxing? You're so lazy.'

'Stop it.' She thought to herself. 'I'm allowed to relax- I'm allowed to-' She flung another rock into the water. This time, it skimmed five times. Impressed with herself for a brief moment, she smiled.

Something disrupted her concentration. A group of students cheered loudly.

"Rose!" Polly Chapman waved from farther away. "Yann is going to do a backflip for us. Wanna watch?" She batted her eyelashes at Yann, who grinned cheekily as a kiss was planted on their cheek.

"Back handspring." Yann corrected sheepishly.

"No one cares what it's called." Karl rolled his eyes. Yann scowled, swatting their hand at the Hufflepuff's head.

"Shut up, Karl." Polly snapped.

"Sorry Polly."

Rose smirked. "I'll watch, just ...don't break your neck."

But whatever gymnastics trick Yann did, Rose wasn't watching. Her mind was back at the water. She flicked the stone across. Six times.

"Yes!" She cheered silently.

"How do you do that?"

Rose jumped, startled by the sudden noise. She faced Scorpius, who was behind her. Had he grown taller? He seemed to tower over her every day. Casually holding a textbook in one hand, his other hand in his trouser pocket. Less awkward, more confident and pristine with his perfectly placed platinum hair. If she was attracted to him, or boys in general, she might have found him attractive.

"Sorry," He said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought you heard me."

Rose shrugged, never admitting that she had been startled, let alone scared. Thinking he was referring to Yann, she said: "Oh Yann's been doing gymnastics since they were three. I suppose just lots of practice and-"

"No, no. I meant your rock throwing." He gestured with an exaggerated wrist thrust. "That."

Rose blushed, still puzzled. "Um. My mum taught me ages ago. How to skip stones, I mean. You get the hang of it with practice. " Her dark brown eyes glanced back at the water. "Do you need something?" She hadn't meant to come across as snippy. She was stressed, a bit irritated and always wary of Scorpius, who had been flirting with her for the past few years. Now that he was dating Albus, that had stopped, but that didn't mean things weren't awkward. Admittedly, she had no idea how to react in front of him, and cold, short responses seemed the easiest way for him to stop bothering her.

"No." Scorpius shook his head. "I just wanted to talk."

Well that was unexpected.

"Talk?" She echoed.

"Yeah," He chuckled, fiddling with his hands. "As friends." He added hastily.

Rose gave him a funny look, but sat down on the damp dew grass, gesturing him to sit beside her. He happily obliged, avoiding a patch of mud in between them.

"Your hair looks nice today."

She snorted in amusement. Her hair looked exactly the same as it always did, two afro puffs on each side. She never saw any point to change it, she liked it how it was. Still, it was a nice thing to say when he didn't have an alternative motive.

"Thanks, yours does too." She said teasingly.

Scorpius dimpled. "Cheers, Rose."

"So, what did you really want to talk about? Not that I'm complaining, but usually you're off frolicking with Al." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "You two didn't have a row, did you?"

"No!" Scorpius exclaimed. "Everything's fine. I was just..." He frowned, trying to find the words. "Do you know what being in love is like?" He asked, rather bluntly. Scorpius was never one for being subtle.

Rose looked uneasy. "For the last time, I'm never going to go out with you."

"Yes, we've established that." Scorpius joked. "When you kicked me in the shin."

Relieved, she smiled softly. "To answer your question, yes I do."

"Oh. With-"

"It doesn't matter who it was." She said quickly. "It was a long time ago." To be fair, there were quite a few girls who made her heart flutter.

"Noted. And how did you know?"

She frowned. "What's this about, Scorpius? Is there a point to this?"

"There is."

"Then what-"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'm in love with Albus." He looked troubled, and the minute the words left his lips, he backtracked. "Wait. I mean I love him lots, but I'm worried that I don't love him, love him."

"You've been dating only a few months, I don't think that's uncommon."

"I know it doesn't make any sense." Scorpius said. "But lately I've been having doubts. If my feelings are real. Even though I love him."

"I don't follow. You love him but you're worried you don't love him?"

"Yes, and no."

"What makes you think that?" Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we've been through so much together. We're practically attached at the hip. I'd do anything for him. He's brilliant. Smart, caring, so so handsome and...he makes my heart melt. Like, actually feel melting. Maybe it's his eyes. They're green like emeralds and beautiful to stare at..."

Rose raised her hand. "He's also my cousin."

"Right, sorry."

"That was quite obvious." Her lip twitched. "So, what's the problem? It sounds like you care about him."

"Yes, but we've been all matey since first year. What if I just admire his friendship? What if these feelings are fake? I can't imagine hurting him if I say this but-" He looked close to tears. "I can't lose him."

Rose was uncomfortable, a reaction she had whenever someone cried in front of her. "Look, I know feelings are ...difficult to understand. Especially for people like us." An unspoken understanding of what she meant dawned on them both.

Scorpius looked down miserably.

"Love is a very complicated emotion that even I don't fully understand. I guess my answer to your question is: When you're in love, you feel different. A certain amount of joy that makes you willing to stand by that person or people no matter what. It's not something you can just...control. It happens as is.

But, you're also sixteen and you don't need to understand this shite completely. So live life, let your hair down, enjoy being with my cousin, sipping butterbeer with heart shaped foam." She teased.

Scorpius gave a watery laugh. "Yeah,"

"But, for what it's worth...I've never seen a relationship quite like you and Albus." She shrugged again. "I'm probably the last person to talk about romance. It's not really important to me." She looked back at Polly and her friends thoughtfully.

Those thoughts had to wait.

"So, are you ready for next week's match? Gryffindor's going to crush Hufflepuff." She smirked confidently.

"I'll be rooting for you." Scorpius assured her, immensely pleased for his friend.

"You'll come to the match?"

"Of course, and I'll wear red and gold even though it does /not/ look good on me."

She laughed. "Great! Thanks..." She trailed off.

"Rose?" Scorpius asked, puzzled, looking in the direction she was facing. "Are you alright?"

A group of girls were approaching the lake, wearing bikinis and giggling and squealing as they touched the water. A tall Gryffindor girl with wide hips and golden hair dove underwater with a splash. Rose blushed and turned away.

"Isn't that Frankie Longbottom?" He smiled. "She looks nice."

"What?" She said, still a bright crimson. "I've got to go---study." She darted away, nearly dropping a stack of books as she practically sprinted back inside.

Scorpius' eyes widened in realization, then chuckled.