#actively mad that i have to put a gif of it into my oc tags.

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 7

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You; Boss!Baekhyun x You; CEO!Baekhyun x You

Genre: smutttttt

Tags: cuckolding, cheating, NTR, cum play, dirty talk, name calling (light), edging, oral (f)

Raiting: +18

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: When you are desperate for money you have no choice but to seek the help of Byun Baekhyun: your husband's rich, powerful and wicked boss.

A/N: This is the only part where OC and Baek are not a couple but keep reading it might even be better hehe. Guys this one is one of my faves of this whole series so I hope you like it toooo~ 😇😇 -Cat 😼

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Paraphilia #7: Troilism, Observing one's partner engaged in sexual activities with another person

T H E A L P H A M A L E

"Come on Seokjong, we're going to be late!" you tell your husband as you precede him on the pathway towards the big mansion. Your husband pants behind you.

"I know honey but... slow down a bit, will ya?" He puffs holding his side, difficulty going up the stairs. Your husband was never one to be really fit. He was rather short, not even taller than you and also a little chubby. People often told you that you two were not a good match. Telling you how much more good looking you were compared to him. Often you had to turn down the advances of men that thought themselves to be better than Seokjong but the truth was that you loved him. You loved him exactly the way that he was. Happily married for 4 years now.

Well... That was true up until recently. Even though you try to convince yourself otherwise. Your feelings are... changing.

You ring the doorbell in front of the enormous door of the even more gigantic mansion. While your husband catches up to you.

"Please enter" the distinguished butler says. "Please get seated. Mr Byun will receive you shortly" he points towards comfortable couches placed in the entrance. You look around the now familiar place. The floor is made of black marble tiles, the walls have an elegant white wallpaper with exquisite details. The entrance is very big, so big a renaissance style statue of a woman sits in the middle, while a huge staircase is right in front you.

You know the entrance very well but not the rest of the house because apart from the hall and another room you never visited it. Even though it was your 10th visit. Only two more to go...

After a while the butler came back and signaled you to both go upstairs. You politely nodded and went on your way. You knew exactly where to go...

Last room on your right... Mr Byun's office.

"Enter!" the low voice commanded from behind the door. You pushed in the door, your heart beating loudly.

The first thing you notice is the atmosphere. The big windows that accompanied the tall walls and the high ceilings are covered by curtains. The only light source is the desk lamp placed on the elegant dark wood desk that sits in the middle of the big office. The room is grand, the atmosphere very intimate.

Mr. Byun was standing there, slightly leaning back on his desk, shuffling through some paperwork, absentmindedly playing with the collar of his white shirt.

He wore a really expensive suit, very professional looking. Navy blue with discreet golden yellow accents and of course a thin white shirt that was perfectly hugging his frame. Which made your heart stomp even harder.

Mr. Byun was exactly what every woman would desire. He was handsome, had beautiful shiny chestnut hair. A body shape to die for with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. Gorgeous smooth skin, the most charming and seductive smile and of course... he was powerful.

Everything about him was, this mansion, the sports cars he drove, the way he dressed, the way he walked and even... The way he looked at you. Like right now.

He lifted his eyes from the paper, when they landed on you he took his time fully appreciating the view. He started with your shoes. You were wearing the sleek black shiny high heeled pumps he had requested for today. Then his eyes went up your legs to the slit of the red bodycon dress you paired with the shoes then to your breasts where his eyes lingered for a bit then to your collarbones then your neck then your plump red lips then finally your eyes.

Definitely you were not growing accustomed to the way he looked at you.

Seokjong also came in panting and profusely sweating. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. You rolled your eyes at him. You felt bad for that but at the same time... How could you not be mad at him? He was the reason why you were here in the first place.

Seokjong had an addiction. An addiction to gambling. For the past couple of years it has gotten worse, to a point where Seokjong lost 1 million dollars to the mob. It was a colossal amount of money that needed to be paid back right away. So of course you took two other jobs and also borrowed money from your parents but you barely could gather 80 000 dollars. It calmed down the mob for a while but after a time they started to threaten your family and loved ones.

So Seokjong turned to his boss: Byun Baekhyun. He had worked for him all his life and even for his father before he took over the company. So you both went to see him on the top floor of the big company building. Your husband got on his knees and begged him to lend him the money. He told him that he would work his whole life for it. He offered to put Mr. Byun on his will, he even offered him his parent’s farm, which was a ridiculous offer, and he knew it but he just had to take the chance in order to save your marriage, your family and even your life.

But Mr. Byun laughed at his face.

"Look at me... Look at this office. Does it look like there is anything in the world that I can't afford but you... somehow can?" his voice sounded so cold at the time.

"N-no..." Seojong said, lowering his eyes.

You remember how Mr. Byun leaned over your husband still flat on the ground and said:

"Offer me something that's unique, that only you have. Something that money can't buy and I might consider it..." with that his eyes turned to you and he looked at you for the first time like he did moments ago.

You remember how the shivers ran down your spine when his lips curled in a carnivorous smirk, how lust gradually clouded his eyes.

That time, for the first time. You let another man touch you, feel you, and look at you in places that were before only for Seokjong. Only for your husband.

That time, for the first time, at the top floor of the big highrise. You let Mr Byun Baekhyun have his way with you.

That's how you both agreed to let Mr Byun fuck you in front of your husband every month for a whole year in exchange of clearing Seokjong's depts with the mafia.

That was what you were now: Mr. Byun Baekhyun's whore.

"The door, Seokjong" Baekhyun commanded which brought you back to the present moment.

Slowly he walked up to you... Gradually you felt heat washing over you. You didn't want to admit it but there was a moment in time where you started to anticipate every time you had to come into this mansion. Of course you never told anybody, not even yourself.

Baekhyun walked behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his warm breath brush on your ear and his body press against your back. His fingers brushed up your arm. From your wrist to your shoulder, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Already you felt a tingle build in your core. Because Baekhyun didn't even have to try to get you started. His aura and the simplest, littlest touches were well enough. But the worst part was that he wasn't content with that. Everytime he made sure to drive you crazy with desire, pushing all the right buttons to the point where you were the one begging for him.

Without even a word he slipped one of the spaghetti straps of your dress off your shoulder and started to nibble at your neck and earlobe. You knew your husband was right behind you, watching your every move so you tried your hardest not to make any noise as he planted blue and purple love bites all over you. He smirked when he noticed you were holding yourself back. Because he loved when you resisted him. The more you resisted the more gratifying it was when you finally gave in. And he knew you would... eventually you will give up yourself to him, again.

"Seokjong come here" he commanded while stepping in front of you and standing at a little distance, to be able to fully see you. Your husband shuffled to his side.

"Yes Mr Byun?" he asked looking up at him as he was a lot shorter.

"Strip her for me" he said motioning to you with his chin.

"Yes sir" Seokjong responded. He came to you and slipped off the other strap. Then with caution he slowly pulled on the thin red fabric and rolled the bodycon dress off you. First, your breasts popped out since Mr. Byun specially requested you to not wear a bra. It made him smile and lick his lips when he noticed how hard your nipples already were. Because even though you're trying to resist, your body speaks the truth.

Slowly but surely the dress was completely off you. Leaving you close to naked in your red lace thong and your shiny black pumps.

Baekhyun stayed silent for a minute while he walked around you. Admiring your breasts, your beautiful legs in the shoes he chose and even your perky ass in the minimalistic red thong.

He licked his lips again. Then walked in front of you. He slowly closed in the distance between the both of you until you felt his warm breath tickle your cheeks, his broad torso pressed against your naked chest and his bulge against your stomach. You held in your breath trying to contain the thumping of your heart.

"Seokjong come here" your husband shuffled to him. Baekhyun placed a hand on his shoulder. "There... stand... right there" he said as he placed him exactly facing the both of you only a few centimeters away.

"Pay attention" he told Seokjong, winking at him and playfully padding his shoulder.

"Yes sir" your husband answered.

"Now baby" Baekhyun brought back his attention to you. "Stick your tongue out for me"

Hesitant you slowly opened your mouth to stick out your tongue. Baekhyun glances again at Seokjong, making sure he's watching carefully. Then approaches his face to yours. Slowly he sucked on the tip of your tongue then he pushed his soft lips against yours. Embarking you on a hot kiss. His tongue swirled inside your mouth and as heat started to wash over your body you couldn't help but to look at Seokjong. He didn't lift an eyelash, he was petrified. Baekhyun deepened the kiss. His hand went up your hair, tangling his fingers in it, while the other slipped to your lower back where he pulled lightly on the waistband of the thong to let it slap against your skin. Gradually you felt his bulge harden against your stomach which made the tingly feeling even stronger.

He broke the kiss to let you catch your breath and looked at you with a satisfied smile. Stafisified because you couldn't hide anymore. Your eyes were begging him to continue as your body was too... Baekhyun felt that.

"Seokjong" Baekhyun called your husband, before sitting you on the desk and sliding off the red thong, passing it over your heels. "Look, that is what a simple kiss with me does to your wife" he said holding the little fabric in front of your husband face. You felt embarrassment creep up inside you.

The thong was drenched with juices, and you hated that. You hated how this was the truth. Your body was betraying you, craving more of his touches, longing for the moment he was going to be inside you.

Seokjong looked at the shameful result of your arousal and simply nodded.

"Lick it." Baekhyun commanded, smirking. "Taste your beloved wife's desire for my cock"

You whipped your head in the direction of your husband. He, too, looked at you before slowly bringing the red piece of fabric to his face and licking the wet spot. He closed his eyes, his eyebrows creased.

"How is it?" Baekhyun asked.

"Delicious, sir" Seokjong answered, opening his eyes. Baekhyun smirked before turning his attention to you again.

"I want to try it too" he said before crouching down and bringing his face close to your heat. You felt embarrassed. But at the same time you didn't move a muscle because you couldn't wait anymore for him to finally touch you there.

You immediately let your head fall back when you feel his warm and wet tongue on your slit. Slowly going up to your needy clit. A small whimper escapes your lips which makes Baekhyung smile against your folds. His skilled tongue paired with the teasing from earlier makes the knot in your stomach tighten. Really quickly, you feel the pleasure rising uncontrollably. But as soon as Baekhyung feels you twitch under his tongue he slows down to an unbearable pace.

You can't help but whimper desperately. He smirks again and picks up the pace, circling your swollen bud with his tongue.

This time shameless moans escape your lips, the pleasure is just too much and you can't help it. You're so close, you want to cum. But again, he slows down. You look down at him with pleading eyes but don't dare to actually say the words. He smirks at you; he loves to see you struggle like this. He loves the frustration in your eyes.

He starts up again. He gives you just enough to be close to the edge but not enough to actually go over. He keeps you there, in the middle, playing with you, torturing you. And you just can't take it anymore.

"Please" you whisper. He parts his lips from yours.

"Please what?" he says smirking, looking up at you. He brings his hand to your heat and draws small circles on your very sensitive clit. You gasp, biting your lip.

"Please let me cum" you beg in a breath, your head is dizzy, you have trouble keeping your balance on your high heels and you hold on for dear like to the edge of the desk.

"You want to cum baby?" you nod.

"Seokjong come here" your husband comes to stand directly behind him, facing you. "Watch how your wife cums for me".

With that Baekhyun's fingers slip inside you and curl up immediately spotting your good spot. You can't help but to moan loudly. His lips go back to your clit where his tongue continues to tease you further. Only this time, it's to finish the job.

Mercilessly his fingers and tongue attack you, to transform you into a moaning mess and as you feel the knot threatening to come undone you look up at your husband. You feel immense shame to let him see your delighted, sinful expressions from another man's touch. You're ashamed of letting him hear you moan for Baekhyun like that but at the same time... It turns you on so much. When you're met with the disappointed eyes of your husband you are finally able to cum. Your walls tighten around Baekhyun's fingers as you twitch uncontrollably under his tongue. Your juices rush out of you completely soaking the wooden floor. Completely out of breath you squirt all over, a blissful and lingering moan rolling off your tongue.

Baekhyun pulls out his drenched fingers out of you and stands back up before turning to Seokjong.

"Did she ever squirt like this for you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, sir." Seokjong said, lowering his eyes. Baekhyun smirked, satisfied.

You tried catching your breath as you held yourself up on the desk with difficulty.

"Seokjong sit there" Baekhyun said as he pointed to the floor in front of the desk. Seokjong complied and sat his back straight against the darkwood and waited, his eyes locked on the floor.

Baekhyun started to undress himself. One by one he undid the button of his white shirt and took it off. Revealing his perfectly sculpted body. His chest was glistening from lightly sweating. His cologne gracefully floated to your nose. He smelled exactly like he looked: very expensive and manly.

He then took his pants off and kissed you again. Forcing your mouth open with his tongue as he pushed his hips on your stomach. You couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

"Bend over the desk baby" he said softly in your ear.

You turned around and bent over. You were positioned in a way that your husband's face was directly underneath your crotch. This way he had a front row seat on your adulterous sex with his boss.

Baekhyun came over and rubbed his hot tip against your drenched heat. He brushed it against your swollen clit before slowly slipping inside you. You moaned shamelessly at the delicious full sensation he was making you feel. There was no comparison. He was so much bigger than Seokjong.

"Seokjong, did you see how easily I slipped inside her? It's almost like she was made for me" Baekhyun said in a groan. Fully indulging himself in the tightness and warmness of your naughty little pussy.

Seokjong didn't even reply, instead he started to palm himself through his pants. He hated himself for it but he couldn't stop himself from getting aroused. He saw expressions you never made for him. He heard moans he never heard from you. All of that was, inevitably, turning him on.

Baekhyun started to slowly thrust himself in and out of you. You moan for him like he is the only one in the room. At this stage, you don't care one bit about your husband anymore. The only thing that you want is Baekhyun's fat cock rearranging your guts to fit him.

"Please faster" you plead. Baekhyun smirks but decides to grant your wish and goes faster and even deeper inside you. You throw your head back as he tightens his grip on your waist. Making your breast jump and the desk shake to the sound of your skin clashing.

He feels so good inside you, no one can ever fill you up like he does with his huge cock. You moan for him, forgetting about your husband right underneath you. You want Baekhyun to hear how good he makes you feel.

"Does it feel good baby"? he groans in your ear.

"Yes!" you reply without hesitation, his low voice sending goosebumps on your skin.

"Does my cock feel good?"

"Yes! Aaah.. So good!!" you close your eyes as you feel the knot tightening again.

"Yes you're a dirty little slut of a wife" he whispers in your ear.

Seokjong palms himself harder, rubbing circles on his aching cock. Drunk on the sounds that you make only for Baekhyun. Droplets of your juices crash on his cheeks and bottom lip which he sucks off hurriedly. It's almost like you never tasted so good.

Baekhyun picks up the pace again when he feels your pussy tightly gripping on his cock.

"Moan for me slut" he says through gritted teeth.

"Aaaah Baekhyun I'm cumming" you moan shamelessly. But Baekhyun once again slows down, a whimper escapes your lips as you feel your orgasm getting away.

"I'll let you cum if you tell Seokjong how much of a disgraceful wife you are" he says in a low voice, groaning in your ear as he fucks you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whimper, not wanting to go that far.

Seokjong doesn't move anymore, he holds his breath, somehow... he wants to hear that...

Baekhyun violently thrusts inside you to convince you. You scream out a moan to the immensely pleasurable but ephemeral sensation. With a trembling lip you start.

"Seokjong I'm sorry to be such an undeserving wife" you start, Baekhyung goes ever so slightly faster inside you.

"Aaaah... I let Baekhyun fuck me and... Aaaah.. I love it"

Seokjong rubs himself through his pants once again.

"But his dick is so much better than yours... Aaaaah"

"Good girl continue" Baekhyun encourages you by fucking you harder.

"There's no way... Aaaah... I can go back to your tiny penis anymore... Aaaah. After getting a taste of Baekhyun's huge cock"

Baekhyun goes even deeper and faster. The knot is threatening to come undone at anytime.

"Baekhyun's cock is... aaaah... aah... So good I only want him to make me cum. Only he knows how to manhandle me."

Seokjong furiously palms himself underneath you, his face towards your heat, where he carefully watches his beloved wife's pussy get rammed by his boss.

"Good girl." Baekhyun praises as he doesn't stop fucking you mercilessly. Feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. "Now cum for me baby. Cum on this dick baby" he commands.

You give yourself in to the pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel as your tongue loosely hangs out of your mouth and your eyes roll back. You can't control anything anymore. You're cumming harder than ever.

"Seokjong, listen to me moan while I cum on Baekhyun's fat cock" you scream as you finally cross the edge.

Your pussy pulsing around Baekhyun's huge cock inside you. You scream Baekhyun's name one last time as your juices gush out of you again. So much liquid spurts out of your pussy, to completely soak your husband that is still sitting right underneath you.

Seokjong releases himself in his pants. A stain of cum appears on his crotch through his pants as he opens his mouth wide to catch as much squirt as he can. He drinks your juices as his dick pulses under his hand.

Pleasure completely takes over your body, making your mind blank until the only thing you can ever remember it’s this incredible sensation of Baekhyun’s cock inside you.

You don't even have time to get down from your high that Baekhyun pulls on your hair to make you face him and kneel before him. He violently pumps his fist around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Baby open wide" Without even a second thought you open your mouth and stick your tongue out more than happy to welcome his warm cum.

Finally Baekhyun shoots to the back of your throat and all over your face. You look delighted as so much thick cum coats your tongue and cheeks, the delicious bitter and manly taste spreads in your mouth and makes your head dizzy.

You fully savour his cum playing with it in your mouth before swallowing it all. Baekhyun looks at you with a satisfied smile. He taught you well. His eyes turn to your husband again.

"Now Kiss her. I want you to taste my cum in your beloved wife's mouth".

To Seokjong it's an unexpected miracle. He quickly scoots over to you and happily links your lips together. The bitter taste spreads to his mouth as he thoroughly licks and sucks your tongue, not forgetting one corner of your mouth.

Seokjong never told you either, but with time he also came to anticipate the visits to Mr Byun's house.

You both liked the thrill of doing something so bad, so wrong. But it felt so right and both of you were hooked.

Baekhyun smirked, a carnivorous smile plastered on his face. In the end, he both transformed you. He was proud of turning a happy couple into to two adulterous sex hungry freaks.

"See you next month"

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[alonely-dreamer]

The Valuable Sun | Chapter 23 (Part 3)

Summary: Brooke and Eric have work to do.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 2688

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 (Part 1) | Chapter 23 (Part 2)

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To say that Brooke and Sookie were having a hard time was an understatement. Sookie, after killing Debbie and having Pam turn Tara into a vampire, was judged and hated by all, and she had come back from work a wreck, and had dove into the cabinet were gran had always kept the alcohol. She turned on the stereo, and the loud music woke Brooklynne up.

She had spent the entire day in bed, and even though she kept waking up and kept having the worst lucid dreams, she stayed under the covers until way after sunset.

Not only the music was loud, but Brooke could hear her sister’s devastating thoughts. She had cast Bill away from her mind, she had enough humans judging her for her to worry about the traitorous bastard her vampire ex-boyfriend had turned out to be. She was so drunk she couldn’t hear Brooke think really, really, loudly that she wished she’d turn down the music a bit. Perhaps Sookie didn’t even know her sister was in her bedroom upstairs. She rarely were anymore.

Lafayette called. He had found Sookie’s car destroyed against a tree, and wanted to check on her. She was fine, apparently, she had jumped out of the car at the right time, and had even found it funny. She must be really drunk, Brooke thought.

She heard another train of thoughts approach the house, but his smell told her who he was before she could even hear anything. Sookie was waiting for another well deserved scolding from the werewolf but was surprised to hear Alcide had told Debbie’s parents some lie about how the Alpha from their pack had slept with her then killed her. Good. Because if Alcide had told the truth and Sookie had been sent to jail, not much would have been left of the werewolf after that night.

She tried to tune out the party that was going on downstairs, but it was either listening to Alcide and Sookie’s drunk thoughts about each other or thinking about her own issues. And she really didn’t want to think about Eric at the moment.

When Sookie and Alcide started to make out on their grandmother’s couch, she thought about leaving the house, not only to give them some privacy but also because she really didn’t want to hear any of it.

But then she heard his voice. Or rather, his thoughts. Bill was standing right there, outside of their house, watching the werewolf and the fairy take each other’s clothes off. A creep until the end. Brooklynne felt like fighting, and he had just given her a reason to beat his ass.

She sped out of her house, wearing nothing but a tight shirt and silk shorts and went straight to Bill whom she pushed away with supernatural strength. The King of Louisiana landed in the cemetery near the house.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as if he were still standing right in front of her.

It took a couple of seconds for him to get back on his feet and return to his spot.

“You know, I am still your King.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Bill sighed. “I get that you’re mad, but…”

“But nothing. Leave my sister alone.”

“I didn’t come here for Sookie.”

“What then?”

“I told him to meet us here,” Eric said as he appeared beside his King. “Granted, he could’ve picked a better spot.”

“Weren’t we supposed to go with Alcide?” she asked, remembering the plan. “He’s drunk now.”

“Clearly,” Eric mumbled.

“Let’s sober him up,” Bill said, and Brooke had no doubt he was more than happy to put a stop to the party.

***

Alcide took them to Doug, the employee that had found the hole in the parking lot. The werewolf had been smart not to ask about the obvious tension between the vampires while they drove in his van to the site.

Doug was a chubby man almost as tall as Alcide. His hair was longer, and so was his beard. He seemed shy and squeamish, and didn’t feel comfortable with whatever was happening. They had taken them to Russell’s former resting place where fresh cement had been poured to cover the hole. Brooklynne asked Doug to hold her hand and close his eyes and focus on that night, on what he saw. He had been glamoured by the vampire who had dug up Russell and it was harder for her to get any useful images from his mind.

“It’s a woman,” Brooke said. “She’s digging up Russell with her hands.”

Russell appeared like a bloody overgrown baby with no skin and the memory made Doug start to shake in fear.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks as if he were living it for the first time.

“Wait,” Brooke squeezed his hand harder as he tried to step away. “It’s Nora,” she breathed out.

“That’s not possible,” Eric said, trying to ignore Bill’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“She has the same necklace.”

“It could be any member of the Authority, then. Do you see Nora’s face?”

“No, just the necklace.”

“So we don’t know for certain it’s her,” Eric insisted. “It’s not Nora, it can’t be. She thought Russell was dead. She risked her life to free us.”

“Can I go now?” Doug asked.

But they were far from done.

The woman, whom according to Eric was not Nora, had Doug scoop Russell up like a baby and take him into an abandoned facility at the other end of town. That was their next destination.

In the van, Eric and Bill kept arguing about Nora while Brooklynne, helped by Doug’s blurry memory, led Alcide to Russell’s location.

“She’s a traitor and a liar, just like her brother,” Bill spat at the sheriff who showed fangs at the insult. Bill followed suit.

“Take that back,” Eric growled.

But the fight was cut short as Bill’s phone started ringing. Brooke couldn’t help but listen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, guys. It’s Molly. Remember me? Giving you a shout-out to let you know your countdown has started.”

“Our countdown?”

“Yeah, your iStakes are set to activate at dawn. Bummer, right?”

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No, I’m launching a test. Is your iStake glowing?”

Brooke took a look at the two vampires at the back of the van. Eric opened his jacket and a red light was coming from under his shirt, right where his heart was. iStake. It sounded stupid, but scary. That was what she had felt the previous night when he had held her against his chest. And that stupid but scary thing would kill Eric if they didn’t find Russell before the end of the night. She looked up at her maker with a heart and eyes full of worry. They wouldn’t have time after all. She wouldn’t have time to forgive him. And as he stared back at her, she saw in his eyes that it was okay. That he knew.

“Yeah, they’re glowing…”

“Cool. Means we’re good to go. Good luck. And if you don’t make it, it’s been rad serving you. Peace out.”

Brooklynne wanted to tear that Molly apart for the total indifference she showed at her maker’s True Death. But she had bigger problems. They all did.

Doug was reluctant to enter the building, but all Alcide wanted was for it to be over, so he dragged him in and started looking.

“Wolves have been here,” he sniffed.

“They come with Russell,” Bill said with a sigh, wondering which would kill him first, the iStake or a werewolf.

The building was an abandoned asylum. Brooklynne would find it ironic that Russell would hide here but she was too anxious to find it even remotely funny.

They dragged Doug, or rather Doug led them, through Brooke, down to the morgue, walking pass freshly severed hands and other dead bodies being eaten by rats.

“Well, at least we’re in the right place,” Eric said.

“The morgue,” Bill thought aloud as they walked pass the indications on the wall. “How convenient.”

Helped by a flashlight, Doug and Alcide followed the vampires into the darkness of the basement. Hearing, or perhaps sensing something Doug couldn’t, the vampires revealed their fangs as Alcide said:

“We’re being watched.”

Doug had reached his limits and let go of Brooklynne before he ran away. Knowing it was a bad idea to leave the human alone in this abandoned asylum where a three thousand year old psychopath was hiding, Alcide went after him. It was only when Doug started screaming that the three vampires followed him.

They found what seemed to be Russell’s pantry, where over a dozen humans were hanging from hooks like pigs in a butchery. A man started begging for his life, begging for them to take someone else, anyone else but him.

“Where do they take the prisoners?” Bill asked him.

“Down the hallway. There’s screaming and then there’s not!”

“What do we do with them?” Brooke asked.

“We’ll come back for them after we’re done with Russell,” Eric said before turning around and exiting the room, followed by the rest of his suicide squad.

Stakes in hands, they made their way to the end of the hallway where they found Russell lying on a hospital bed. He looked pale and sick, even coughed a few times. He looked almost human. Almost.

“Ah, miss Stackhouse. I see you’ve joined us,” he said with an eerie smile.

“We came here to finish what we started,” Eric told him as he approached.

“Well… give it your best shot.”

Russell’s smile grew bigger before Alcide, who was still standing in the hallway, behind Brooke, got jumped by a wolf.

“Eric!” Brooke shouted as a wolf launched itself at her maker.

She went to help him but was stopped by Russell who positioned himself between her and the Viking.

“Mmh, you’re just what the doctor ordered,” he smirked. “I’m sure becoming one of us just made your fairy blood even stronger.”

He trapped her against a wall and as he aimed for her throat she used her light to push him away. His back hit the wall at the other end of the hallway and he collapsed on the floor painfully.

“Yeah,” he cackled like a maniac as he sat up and leaned against the wall, “there is that aspect of you which I loathe.”

Eric killed the wolf that was after him then sped towards Russell. He crouched to get to his level then seized his face and made him look away from Brooklynne and directly at him.

“Look at me. I want to be the last thing you ever see,” he growled as he directed his stake towards his heart.

But before he had the chance to make a big mistake, Bill had his own stake aimed at Eric’s heart.

“He dies, we die. Most certainly. But if we take him back alive, maybe we don’t have to die.”

“Unlikely.”

“But not impossible.”

“Eric! Please,” Brooke begged. “He’s right!”

Eric snarled but eventually let go of his stake and put his fangs away. Russell used this short moment of weakness to pick up the disregarded weapon and attack the Viking. In less than a second, Eric was on his back, Russell on top of him, the sharp tip of the stake on his heart. Brooke moved fast and once again used her light to push Russell away from the man she loved.

It all happened really fast, and Brooke barely had time to register what was happening, as a group of heavily armed soldiers came in. Half of them had their guns pointed at Russell and the other half at her own heart.

“Freeze!”

Russell surrendered without protest, the red lights now aiming at his chest. One move and he’d be a pool of blood.

A tall, black man all dressed in black, from his shoes to his cap, joined them and stared at Brooklynne like she was the worst thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Eric quickly positioned himself between her and the man who was obviously the one giving orders here.

“What is this?” he asked with a strong accent.

“She’s mine,” Eric growled.

“Yours?”

“My progeny.”

There was no hiding anymore, no lying anymore. They had seen it. The light, the speed. It was useless to deny it, they were damned either way, and if they had to die tonight, they were at least going to be honest about it.

“What is she?”

… Well, half a truth was better than a complete lie…

“She’s a vampire.”

Russell chuckled.

“Lie,” the commander hissed.

“I turned her myself.”

“I suppose we will see what Guardian has to say about… this,” he said, looking around at the room where two dead werewolves were lying naked next to Bill. “Wolf and human are here,” he continued as Alcide appeared behind him, buttoning his jeans. “Why?”

“Doug led us here,” Bill started to explain. “Nothing that a little glamouring won’t take care of.”

“Do it,” the commander agreed before he exited the room.

After thoroughly glamouring Alcide, Eric made sure he got out safely and wasn’t stopped by any of the soldiers that the Chancellor had brought with him.

“He’s fine, he got in his van and is driving home,” Eric told Brooklynne as he saw the worried look in her eyes, though she didn’t worry about Alcide, she knew the werewolf would be okay.

Eric sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. “This is what I wanted to keep you safe from.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead before bringing her to his chest. He rested his chin on her head as she hugged him back. Still, no word came out of her mouth.

***

Chancellor Akinjide seemed impressed, and though he wouldn’t let Brooklynne go, he had stopped looking at her with disgust but rather with curiosity.

“No one thought you two would actually be able to deliver Russell Edgington,” he told them as he led them out of the building and into a van. “Guardian will be extremely pleased.”

“Pleased enough to not execute us?” Eric asked as he sat next to Brooklynne.

“Only Lilith knows that.”

“As only she knows all,” Bill replied with a smirk.

The chancellor didn’t reply as he closed the doors of the van, trapping them inside the vehicle.

“Who’s Lilith?”

“Enough with this religious bullshit already,” Eric sighed. “Lilith can fucking blow me.”

“No, she certainly cannot!”

Bill chuckled.

“Lilith is like the God of vampires,” he explained.

“And why are you suddenly so into it?” Eric asked his King.

“I’m just covering my ass.”

“Are you telling me the Authority is a religious government?”

“It could be worse,” Eric said. “They could take the word of the Vampire Bible literally.”

“The what? The what?!”

“At least the sanguanista aren’t in charge…”

“Who…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric told her as he took her hand in his. “I’ll explain on the way to New-Orleans.”

“New-O…” she stopped. “Are we… are they… Are we going to die tonight?”

She caught his eyes and saw. They were most probably going to be executed tonight, and she would be questioned and experimented on and maybe they’ll use her blood to give the sun to all vampires… And everything he had done to keep her safe was crumbling down on him, breaking him apart as this voice inside of his head screamed at him that it was his fault and that he should have known better.

He wiped a tear off her cheek and took her chin between his fingers. He tried to give her his most sincere smile as he said: “I love you.” And he didn’t wait for her to say it back because hearing those words coming out of her mouth would kill him before dawn. So he kissed her forehead and rested his cheek on her head, hoping, praying to whatever God there was that he hadn’t just sentenced the woman he loved to death.

[talicat713]

It's Always Been Molly

John Shelby x OC

Part Seven

*GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO: @metalbutter *

A/N: new part is here. hope you all enjoy. happy reading. much love💜

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of sickness, mentions of pregnancy, heartbreak, 

READ PARTS 1-6 HERE

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A few weeks had passed since the night Molly had officially forgotten about the past. She and John would still meet up almost every night. Johns excuse was always making up for the lost time. Molly would just laugh. Jacob has taken a notice to his sisters new-found happiness. He thought maybe there was a new man in her life, but he would never ask.

Molly had been waking up not feeling well for a few weeks now. She brushed it off, of course, thinking it was just because she was being more active than before. The nauseous feeling would usually go away once she had breakfast.

Today she was running late. John kept her out later than usual the previous night. She was headed over to Johns anyways to mind the kids. It was becoming more of a regular thing now. Their usual nanny needed to start having a day off during the week. Molly was happy when she and Tommy made the new arrangement. She would keep Finn four days a week, mind Johns kids, whichever day she was needed to, and tidied up the betting shop twice a week.

Running down the stairs, Molly yelled a quick goodbye to Jacob, who laughed at his sister for running around like a mad woman, and ran out the door toward Johns. She let herself in and ran herself right into John. Luckily he caught her before she fell over.

“Well, good morning love, what are you running around like a mad woman for? ,” John said, steadying her.

John then saw her face go a little green, and within seconds her hand was over her mouth while running to the kitchen sink. He followed to hold her hair back while she emptied her stomach. He kept his hand on the small of her back until she was done. Once she leaned into him, he guided her over to the sofa for her to lie down.

“You could have called and told me you were sick. I can stay home today so you can go back and rest,” he said, moving some of her hair out of her face.

“I’m fine. I just need to eat. I overslept and didn’t have time to grab some toast. I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks now. Please go to work. I’m honestly fine,” she said sitting up.

She eventually convinced him to leave, but not until after he watched her eat something. John had worried about her all day, so he asked Finn to go down a few times just to check on her. He came back every time saying she was just fine.

But much to Molly’s stubbornness, she knew something was going on with her. The sickness feeling hadn’t gone away all day. She also had a massive headache and a few dizzy spells. The children were picking up on it throughout the day. Molly wasn’t as attentive to them like she usually was. Molly had planned an evening out for all of them to go to the pictures. The children had been excited all day. But she was completely exhausted.

“Kids, why don’t you go get cleaned up, and then we will head out,” she said rubbing her head from the sofa. After many excited cheers, she heard them all run up the stairs. What she didn’t hear was John coming through the door with bags from the shop. When she did notice, it startled her.

“John, what are you doing home so early? ,” she asked as she stood up, but stumbled a little because she was dizzy. Once she steadied herself, she walked over to help put the groceries away. She was hoping John didn’t see it, but she was wrong.

He walked over to her and placed a hand on her cheek,” I came home because I was worried about you. I know you were lying to Finn today. You look paler than you did when I left,” he said with a sigh, “I’m going to make us some soup. Polly gave me a list of everything I needed and how to make it.”

Molly leaned her head into his hand,” You don’t have to. I’m supposed to be taking the kids to the pictures. That’s all they’ve talked about all day. I don’t want to disappoint them.”

“Polly said she and Ada will take them. Ada wants to get out of where she and Freddie are staying. Pol also said that she will keep Finn tomorrow as long as you agree to go to the doctors,” he reassured her.

John then took her hand and guided Molly back to the sofa, helping her lie down, “Now let me help the kids finish getting ready, then I’ll start the soup. I’m going to get you a pain relief tablet as well. I can tell your head is hurting.”

“Okay, thank you,” Molly whispered, closing her eyes. John then leant over to kiss her forehand causing Molly to smile. He then headed upstairs to the kids. Once they were all ready, he told them to be quiet going down the steps as Molly was resting.

There then was a soft knock on the door and John explained to the children that Polly and Ada were taking them instead of Molly. That earned a couple sad faces, but John promised that one day soon he and Molly would take them. He kissed each of them as they walked out the door.

“ Keep an eye on our Molly,” she winked, “we will be back later.”

John shut the door and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the pain tablet from the cabinet for Molly and a glass of water. He was surprised to see her fast asleep.

“Hey, I got you that tablet love,” he whispered while gently shaking her. Molly grabbed it from him, swallowed it, smiled and then shut her eyes again. John chuckled and took that as a thank you and then went to start the soup.

Later, Molly was awoken by the smell of the soup. She sat up and stretched realizing her headache had vanished. She then walked over to John, who was still standing by the stove, wrapping her arms around his waist, feeling him jump a little, “Thank you for letting me rest and for the tablet. I feel so much better. Supper smells amazing.”

John spun around in her embrace to face her, kissing the side of her head, “I think it will taste even better. Go sit down I’ll bring some over for us.”

The two sat across the table from each other. They talked about how each other's day had gone. Molly had told John that the kids brought up about wanting to ask him if they could have a dog, which made the two laugh.

John reaches across the table to grab Molly’s hand, “So I called a family meeting today before I went to the shops and came home.”

Molly over at John,” Oh... what was it about? ,” she said nervously.

John then got up and knelt in front of her, kissing her hand,” It was about how the kids needed a mother and that I wanted to get married.”

Molly then looked away from John and tears formed in her eyes as she muffled a slight sob into her free hand.

“Hey why you cryin’? ,” he said, pulling her face back to look at him and wiping her tears,” I want to marry you silly. I think it’s time we tell the family and Jake.”

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you? ,” she said, tears still running down her face.

“I know I don’t need permission to get married to the woman I love, but they didn’t say yes, which is why I want to tell them in a few days. Then I’ll ask you properly,” he said with a goofy grin.

“Well, I already know my answer, but I’ll wait to give it to you,” she replied as she leant down to kiss him.

John then picked her up from the chair and moved their make out session to the sofa. Things were about to get more heated when Molly noticed the time.

“John,” she said, trying to catch her breath,” as much as I hate to stop, I should get home. Pol and Ada should be back soon with the kids.”

John groaned in frustration,” I can’t wait until we tell them. Then I can kiss ya whenever I feel like it.”

Molly laughed, placing a playful smack on his cheek,” Few days my love.”

While Molly gathered her things, John checked to make sure the coast was clear of the kids and Polly. “Think your good love,” he said,” I don’t see anyone on the lane.”

Molly walked over to him and place a kiss on his cheek, “I’m going to take a quick trip up to London in the morning to go see my doctor and get my records. Seeing as I won’t be leaving Small Heath, I should probably find a doctor ‘round here,” she said with a smile,” Could you tell Polly for me please? I should be back in time to tidy the shop.”

“I guess I know the answer to my question from earlier,” John returning the smile,” I’ll let Pol know about Finn.”

The two then shared a kiss. Molly was almost out the door when she turned around to John,” Goodnight Mr. Shelby.”

“Goodnight future Mrs. Shelby,” John replied with a huge grin on his face.

Molly’s trip to London was quick. She had seen her doctor and had gotten the copies she needed for the Small Heath doctor. She was a little surprised by the doctors' diagnosis on why she wasn’t feeling well, but she was also very excited.

She had a little time before her train back to Birmingham, so she stopped by to see a couple old friends and to have lunch at her favorite café. But of course the train back didn’t arrive until later than she expected, so she was late arriving to the betting shop.

She rushed through the door and set her stuff down on the table. She noticed a light was still on in Tommy’s office meaning he was still there.

“Tommy I’m so sorry I’m late. I ran up to London and the train was late. I promise it won’t happen again,” she said in a panic as she walked into his office.

Tommy stood up to grab her shoulder, “Molly it’s okay. John and Polly told me. They also said you haven’t been feeling well. Are you okay?”

Molly looked at him,” Yes, I’m fine. I had an appointment scheduled for the doctor in London’s before I left. So I decided to go and collect my records. I’m staying here, in Small Heath, for a while.”

Tommy smiled, “Well, good. We all like having you back around. You’ve been doing a good job around here and with Finn.”

“Thanks Tommy,” she smiled back,” I should start, I don’t want to be here all night.”

Tommy went back around to his desk to grab his jacket,” I’ll be heading out now, but I wanted you to be the first to know. I’ve arranged John to marry a Lee girl in two days, as a truce between our families.”

Molly couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Just when she thought she was going to get everything she wanted.

She stood in the doorway, unable to really think,” Oh...um okay.” Her heart completely shattering to pieces right in front of her.

“I know you both are friendly and speaking again. I would like you to get him ready and then send him our way. He will be in a better mood if he sees you first. Is that alright? ,” Tommy asked, walking to the door.

“Yes, I’ll make sure he goes,” she said softly. Tears filled her eyes as Tommy opened the door.

“Good, have a good night Molly,” he said as he walked out the door.

Molly then let all the tears fall. She sobbed as she sunk to the floor with her hand on her stomach.

She looked up and remembered the papers sitting on the table. They fell out of her bag when she ran into the shop. They were her test results from the doctor.

“But Tommy, I’m pregnant,” she sobbed aloud.

(posted 08/01/2020)

[bonniebird]

Ok So first, I only have Modern Ivar gifsI should have planned bhforehand but I have ideas knocking around that need to get out lols Just pretend the Shelbys’ own a fancy fashion store and like dress to the nines 24/7

Second... I’m aweful at AUs I get carried away and like everything just goes nutty so this is gonna be wild and probably get bloody.

Third I’ve only ever done OCs and reader inserts so... that’s sort of what this is.

Vikings x Peaky Blinders Modern AU Masterlist

“Mr Solomons, welcome.” The interviewer greeted as Alfie sat on the bright seat.

“Yeah, well thanks for having me.” He muttered, toothpick playing between his teeth as he waited for the whole interview to be over. PR recovery, keep face with all the trouble going on. That’s what his advisors told him when they hired the skittish girl who now sat at a desk outside his office. Not quite a secretary but she worked for him, he thought it was odd, he was quite happy with Ollie running around for him. But apparently he needed to keep his legal and illegal business separate and that meant new people getting involved, he wasn’t thrilled.

“Now, recently you’ve been spotted at the Shelby galla where some interesting arrivals created a disturbance.” The interviewer turned to the tv screen at the side of the small stage which showed the events from the previous week.

“I was there, but it ain't really none of my business.” Alfie sighed, eyeing up the footage.

“Do you not plan to deal with the newcomers, the Lothbrok family have supposedly brought with them the chance for expansion in several areas?” The interviewer watched as Alfie glanced off the stage then at the tv cameras.

“It’s always a little uneasy when new companies start dealing in the same areas, can’t say what will happen.” With that he stood and strolled of, grabbing his jacket as he left the building.

“Mr Solomon's, you still have three more meetings?” You called as you ran to keep up with him.

“Right, why’re you telling me this, where’s Ollie?” Alfie asked and you frowned.

“I was hired to keep your meetings, Ollie is back at your offices.” You explained as he headed to his town car and the two of you climbed in.

“Right, yeah, well… meetings.” He gestured for you to continue and he rolled his eyes when you shakily opened your folder that had everything jotted down, invites stuffed inside.

“You have a… meeting with one of the Lothbrok's’... His name is Bjorn, there is also one with Mr Shelby later today.” You finished and handed him a book.

“What’s this?” He sighed as he took it. “Learn Swedish in thirty days.” He raised his eyebrows.

“The Lothbrok's’ speak… um I’m pretty sure Swedish, I heard that it would impress them.” You jumped when he clapped his hands.

“Right sweetheart, that is a good call.” He stopped talking after that and stared out of his car window.

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“We need to deal with them before they get out of hand.” Tommy sighed and looked over his family.

“We need to retaliate to the galla, the youngest one was out of line.” John snapped and glared at his hands which rested in his lap.

“Are we even sure getting involved with them is a good idea, why can’t we just leave them be?” Polly sighed.

The meeting continued arguing and shouting. The newcomers hadn’t been invited to the galla but that hadn’t stopped them strolling in and kicking off when they discovered that Lagertha had been invited, as a friend of Polly’s, while they hadn’t.

“In three weeks they have opened several buildings and headquarters throughout England and seem to have settled in London and the midlands.” Tommy explained. “They’re moving quickly and have no intentions to stop, we need to pick alliances carefully, watch our back and cover all of our options.”

“Aslaug has bought into the local fashion houses and has donated to several charities already, Esme and I can work on regaining some footing there but we will need money.” Ada offered and nodded when Tommy thanked her and they both left.

“We need to keep closer tabs, run everything past each other, Finn, Isaiah, you need to be running between all of us keep us updated, Michael and Lizzie I need you covering everything, you need to know everything going on.” Tommy continued as he turned to Linda. “I’m hoping you can get close to Aslaug, you’re quick and smart.”

“Fine, but only because I know how out of hand this will all get.” Linda agreed and the meeting wrapped up as they split off to gather information and get to work.

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“So, we seem to have created a good footing and the other companies believe that Bjorn is in charge.” Aslaug hummed as she sipped from her glass.

“They’re all on edge, if we run the Shelby family out of Birmingham we can concentrate on setting up a bigger range of businesses.” Ubbe muttered.

“We should think about dealing with some of the illegal side of things. I hear the man that was interviewed this morning is an ally of the Shelby family and also import and exporting goods.” Ivar explained and the group nodded.

“Sigurd, Hvitserk, we will need you to continue the playboy activities. You will have a penthouse in London while we stay in Birmingham to work on arrangements here. Ivar we need you to continue to looks as though you are less involved, after your father… it is best that we keep Lagertha’s attention off you, however. We need you tagging after Bjorn a while longer.” Aslaug decided.

There was a series of agreements, it was the same plan they’d been using for weeks but with a few adjustments. Dinner was brought out and Ivar clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “How much longer to I need to pretend to be desperate to learn from Bjorn?”

“Until Lagertha is dealt with and we don’t have to boost her ego by having the favorite Lothbrok son following after her son to learn.” Ubbe muttered, irritated that with the expansion to England, Lagertha had been determined to follow and put Bjorn at the head of the family business.

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