#sir how do you invite someone into your home and never ask their name????????

[blaydie]

ᥫ᭡ FIRST ENCOUNTER — “I hope we can play again one day.” Growing up together — from childhood to adulthood. Sunday x GN reader series.

Word count: 2.8k

Contains: Fluff (lots and lots of fluff), first encounters, first friend (his), different backgrounds, growing up together (main stages of life—will progress over each post), lighthearted topics, lonely child Sunday + more!

Chapter: (1)

Starting school wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Like the adults in your life said—it’s only scary until you go in and experience it. You have to keep your head held high and believe in yourself, and that’s exactly what you did. To your relief, you made your first friend easily. She was a girl, a lot smaller in height than you. You found her outside of the classroom, hyperventilating while the teacher attempted to console her. Before you could step inside the room, the teacher pulled you aside. You were asked to keep her company since she was having a tough time settling in, and you did it in a heartbeat. 

Her name was Robin. The two of you became inseparable, always found sitting next to each other in every class. For the first time in your life, you were invited back to someone else’s home. After getting permission with some extensive begging, your parents eventually caved and drove you over to her house. You never shut up about her, and she never shut up about you. Both of your families had to endure the nonstop chatter about your best friend. 

When the car stops outside of their house, your breath is taken away by the sheer size. This is way bigger than your place! As soon as the car door opens, you sprint up the path and wait outside of their entryway, a giant smile plastered to your face. You wave behind you at your parents, watching as they get back in the car. They were so proud of you for stepping out of the comfort zone you stuck yourself to when you were younger. Before you started school, their main concern was that you’d have a hard time fitting in amongst the crowd. You didn’t particularly get along well with the children in your neighbourhood, but you didn’t tell your parents the reason why. Those kids were just too mean, nothing like Robin. 

Fiddling with your hands, you began to wonder if anyone was going to let you in. Just as you reach to press the doorbell, the door opens. A man towers over you, a somewhat surprised look on his face. He turns his head back to look in the house, his attention temporarily assigned elsewhere. That’s when you notice the younger boy clinging to his leg, his head tilted as he stares at you with curiosity. 

“Hello, little one. Are you Robin’s friend?” The man pushes the young boy aside, ruffling his hair before crouching down to be on your level.

“I am! We’re best friends.” You give him a cheesy grin, and his face softens. 

“Robin and her mom aren’t here right now. You can come in, it might be a little wait.” He steps out of the way, clearing entry for you.

“Okay! Thank you, sir.” You take your shoes off and wander into the house, taking a look around at the interior. 

Too preoccupied with being wowed by their house, you didn’t hear the conversation between Robin’s father and the young boy who appeared to be hiding from you. Letting out a sigh, Robin's father strolls back over to you, accidentally startling you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“This is my little boy, Sunday. He’s Robin’s older brother.” His dad drags him forward by the arm, almost crashing your two tiny bodies to the floor.

“Hi…” Sunday speaks quietly, unable to look you in the face.

“Hi, Sunday.” You smile, your eyes drifting down to see him fidgeting with his hands in a similar way you do.

“Do you wanna play with my toys…?” Mustering all of his courage, he looks at you and waits for your answer. 

You stare at him, then up at his dad. You were supposed to be here for Robin, but no one gave you a time frame for how long she would be missing. Since you had nothing else to do, you nodded. Sunday’s father made a cheer noise before leaving you in the living room with the young boy. He had long hair, a similar bluish shade to his sister’s. The wings attached to his head flutter before he extends his hand out.

“Let’s go play.” He beams, accepting your hand that you stretched out to meet his. 

The two of you scurried upstairs, a half-sprint, half-walk, speed. Neither one of you was that fast, but there’s no rush. Family pictures decorated each space on the wall, ranging from baby pictures to wedding photos. It was nice to see how well everyone seemed to get along, it made you happy that Robin had a nice home to live in.

Sunday’s room was huge—even bigger than your parents’ bedroom. Your mouth dropped as you looked around at all his belongings, a wide collection of stuffed animals littered on his bed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t get any words out of your mouth.

“Um… Do you want to play with my teddies? You’re looking at them funny.” Sunday walks over to his bed, taking one of the stuffed animals into his arms.

“Sorry! I think they’re cute. We can play whatever you want!”

“I want to play with the teddies.” He mumbles, scooting over to make space for you on his bed.

“What are your teddies’ names?”

“Oh, I didn’t give them names. Am I supposed to?”

“It makes it more fun! Can I name them?”

“If you wanna.”

“My one is gonna be called Cuddles and your one can be Patchy.”

“Patchy…” Sunday looks down at his teddy, squeezing it tighter in his embrace.

“What job is Patchy gonna have? Cuddles is a teacher!”

“I want Patchy to be the president.”

“Wow, the president?”

“Yeah, I wanna be the president too when I’m older.”

“That’s so cool!”

“You think?”

“Yeah!”

Sunday’s cheeks grow warm from hearing your excitement. He stretches Patchy’s arms and makes it “hug” Cuddles.

“Do you go to my school?” You inquire. You’re sure Robin would’ve introduced you to her big brother by now. 

“I’m homeschooled.”

“You have school at home?”

“Kinda. My parents have a tutor that comes in and teaches me stuff.”

“Ohh.” You’ve never heard of homeschooling, but it piques your interest. “Do you have any friends from homeschool?”

“Not really.” He didn’t want to admit that he was the only one who attended the private tutoring sessions.

“Why don’t you come to school with me and Robin?”

“I like it at home.”

“That’s awesome!” You give him a thumbs up, continuing to delve into the roleplay you created in your mind.

After a while of having Cuddles teach Patchy some valuable life lessons, such as how to pour a glass of water without spilling it, you begin to wonder where Robin is. You’ve been here for at least an hour or two, but then again, you don’t know how to tell the time quite yet. Sunday’s eyes were sparkling as he watched you play—this was his first time playing with someone who wasn’t part of his family.

“Do you wanna be friends?” Sunday asks, his nose scrunched while he waits for the big news. His wings were completely still—it almost seemed like he was holding his breath.

“Of course I wanna be friends! You’re really fun and nice.” As you would with Robin, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him, feeling the flutter of his wings brushing against your cheeks. It tickled, and you began to giggle.

“Can I tell Dad?” There was nothing but joy in his voice when he broke free, springing to his feet straight away.

“If you want to!”

Bursting out of his room, Sunday runs down the hallway calling for his father. Met with urgency, he comes running at the call of his son, bumping into him before he can make it down the stairs.

“Dad!” Sunday exclaims, practically jumping in place with Patchy still in his hands.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have a friend!”

“Is that so? I’m glad, kid! Go on, go back to play.”

“Are you proud of me?”

“Very. Good job, Sunday.” Placing a kiss on Sunday’s forehead, his father pats his back before he dashes back off to his room. 

Sunday returns, stumbling over his own feet. He lands flat on the bed, chuckling to himself as you stare down at him. This was a big thing for Sunday, and you could tell that this friendship meant a lot to him. 

“Do you know when Robin is gonna be back?”

“She’s at singing practice with Mom. But it’s okay, we can play together.”

“Robin can sing?!” You gasp, clasping your hands together while Sunday nods.

“Yeah, she’s been going to those lessons since like, forever. She’s really good too!”

“Wow, you guys are so cool.”

“You’re way cooler.”

“Am not! You’re super smart and Robin can sing, I don’t really have anything like that.”

“You’re good at imagining things! I couldn’t even think of names for my teddies until you gave them some.”

“Is that cool?”

“I think it’s cool. I dunno how you do it so easily.”

You feel a surge of happiness wash over you, cuddling your knees to your chest. Sunday was so nice. Part of you wishes he could come to your school so you could all play together at recess, but Sunday seemed pretty adamant about liking his homeschooling. 

Time passes by quickly, you and Sunday continue to play with the teddies, having their identities expand rapidly. You yawn, rubbing your eyes and putting down Cuddles. Outside of Sunday’s window, you can see that the sun has started to set, and Robin still hasn’t made it back. You’re sad that she ditched you, but it wasn’t all bad with Sunday’s company.

“My parents are gonna be here to pick me up soon.”

“Already?” Sunday whines, his bottom lip flipping down. “Maybe I can ask Dad if it’s okay for you to stay for dinner.”

“Will I be allowed?”

“I think so. We have a lot of empty seats at the dinner table.” Sunday takes your hand, leading you towards the door. “Come on, let’s ask dad! Maybe if we add extra pleases it’ll work.”

Scurrying down the hall, you skip a few stairs as he drags you into the living area. You take a moment to catch your breath while he sprints off, heading straight towards where his father is sitting. Due to the distance, you can’t pick up on the conversation, but you see Sunday pointing at you with a pleading expression. Calling you over, you walk slowly towards to the two, still recollecting your breath.

“Sunday asked if you could stay for dinner. Is that what you’d like?”

“If it’s okay I’d like that a lot.” You put on your best smile, remembering what Sunday had mentioned. “Please.”

“What a well-mannered child! You didn’t need to ask so politely, but who am I to say no to a new friend? Do you have your parents’ phone number?”

“Um, I think I gave Robin a piece of paper with my family stuff on it. She said she gave it to her mom.”

“I know where it’ll be. Get comfy on the sofa, you two. I’ll call your parents and let them know to collect you after we eat.”

“Okay! Thank you, Sunday and Robin’s dad!”

Heading to the bigger sofa, you and Sunday climb on, legs dangling while the TV plays in the background. You were thrilled to see what they would have to offer since their house is so fancy, but you’re also worried in case the meal they serve isn’t to your liking. Either way, your parents taught you to eat what you’re given. Whether you like it or not will be kept to yourself. 

“I told you it’d work.” Sunday smiles subtly, kicking his feet which hover above the floor, not quite reaching it yet.

The two of you proceed to watch TV, a nature documentary which had been left running while his father made a call to your parents. After a few minutes pass, he returns and tells you both the good news, catching both of your faces ignite with thrill. It didn’t take long for the meal his father arranged to finish cooking, now scooping fair portion sizes onto three respective plates. The leftovers go back into the oven, keeping them warm for when Robin and her mother return from their outing together. 

Their dining room was grand. It’s the first time you’ve seen a chandelier hang over a dinner table in real life—you always thought it was something exclusive to the rich people in cartoons. It made you wonder if they were rich. They had so much more than you and the other kids in school did, but Robin never spoke much about home. If you lived here, you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet about all of the luxuries. They’re extremely lucky.

When you took your seat, your face contorted at the vast arrangement of cutlery in front of you. You were only used to the classics, unsure of why there were spoons of different sizes displayed neatly in front of you. Sunday pulls out the chair beside you and sits down, patiently awaiting permission to begin tucking in.

“Um… I think your dad gave me too many spoons…” You fidget with the spoons of different sizes, and his gaze drifts over to you. He seems perplexed by your statement. 

“Huh? You have everything you need.” 

“Why do I have two spoons?”

“This one is the main one you’ll eat with,” Sunday picks up the bigger spoon, then slides it over to you. “Use that one first.”

“What about the little spoon?”

“It’s the one you use for dessert.”

“Oh.” You nod your head, blissfully unaware of fine dining etiquette. “In my house, we use big spoons for everything.”

“Really?”

“Before we eat, it’s fair that we show our gratitude for receiving this meal.” Sunday’s father stands to his feet, followed by Sunday. Unsure of what to do, you remain gawking at the two until Sunday tugs you by the sleeve, encouraging you to stand too.

There was a moment of silence over the dining room until his father bowed, followed by Sunday, then you. A domino effect. Now that it had been announced that you could eat, you didn’t hesitate. You weren’t sure what the exact name of this dish was, but one thing is for sure—you devoured it. You could hear the small chuckle Sunday’s father attempted to suppress as he looked at you. It was embarrassing; you thought he would be mad at you, but he seemed to understand the circumstances. 

“If you’d like more, I can get you another serving.”

“It’s okay! Thank you. It’s sooo good! You’re super lucky, Sunday! Your dad is such a good cook.”

“Ah, I didn’t cook it. Our chef did. I’ll be sure to send your compliments later on.”

“You have a chef?!”

“We do indeed.”

“Wow! Like a private chef?! Do they make anything you want?”

“That’s the sole purpose of a chef’s career, dear.” Sunday’s father snickers, reaching for his glass of aged red wine. 

When everyone had finished their plate, a waiter appears from a door you hadn’t initially acknowledged and collects the dishes. Just seconds after, another appears with two bowls of dessert. Your eyes widen as you see the ice cream placed in between you and Sunday. It appears to be drenched in syrup and other toppings. 

“I figured that Sunday would like to share his dessert with his new friend. Is that okay with you both?” His father glances in your direction, watching the nods in unison.

Sunday didn’t seem to eat much, mainly scraping at the sides of the bowl. When you looked up at him, he was smiling to himself, pleasantly happy with the small serving he was given. 

It was about time that today came to an end. You walk towards their door with Sunday and his father following behind. Your parents had already rang the doorbell—now greeted face to face with them as you ran out. Sunday remains close to his father’s side, his cheek resting against his leg while he watches you. Your parents show their gratitude and encourage you to say your thanks and farewells. With a small pinch on his shoulder, Sunday speaks up.

“Bye, I hope we can play again one day.” There was a pout on his face—you swear you saw his lip wobble.

“I hope so too!” You give your final wave as your parents cart you back to the car, setting off as soon as everyone is buckled in.

Inside the house, Sunday sniffles and runs back upstairs, gently closing his room door over. Cuddles and Patchy remain sitting next to each other, and he begins to cry. Tears spill from his eyes at the thought he might not be able to play with you again. After all, you were Robin’s friend first. When Robin is home, you probably won’t even look his way if you come over. That doesn’t remove the memories he made with you from his head though, and he keeps his hope that one day the two of you will reunite and continue to construct Cuddles and Patchy’s future together. 

[holylulusworld]

Breakfast for sweethearts

Summary: You only want to have a good time.

Pairing: Jax Teller x Short!Reader

Warnings: angst, bitchy people, fluff, protective Jax

Follow-up to this blurb: Blurb

Looking around the busy diner, you sigh. Your date is ten minutes late, and you are getting antsy. While you sip your tea, hoping he won’t stand you up, someone watches you angrily.

“Miss, could you hurry up and drink out your tea?” A girl asks. She’s dressed to impress, with too much make-up and a dress short enough to leave nothing to anyone’s imagination if she bends over.

You don’t mind. Sometimes you envy girls like her. They are brave enough to wear something you’d never dare to even dream of.

“Why?” You ask, wondering why she wants you to finish your tea. She’s not working at the diner, and you’re not slurping.

“My boyfriend and I want your table. We’ve been waiting for a free table for half an hour,” she snaps at you. “You can’t block a whole table to slurp tea.”

“Excuse me?” You can’t believe she’s yelling at you for drinking tea at a diner. “I’m waiting for someone. You can’t have the table.”

“Listen, Missy,” her boyfriend steps next to her to glare at you. He snatches the cup out of your hands and empties it on the floor. “Now you are done. Make space.”

You feel like someone pulled the rug out from under your feet. It’s the first time you’re completely and utterly speechless.

“Get up and leave,” the girl snarls. She snaps her fingers in your face. You are about to get up and just leave when someone behind them clears his throat.

“Do we have a problem here?” Jax watches you shrink into yourself. You look like you’re about to cry as the girl and her boyfriend turn around.

“Listen, buddy, stay out of—” the boy chokes on his words, facing a furious Jax. Everyone in town knows the Sons of Anarchy, and everyone stays out of their way. “Uh, she wanted to leave. So if you want the table.” He splutters.

“I don't think she wanted to leave.” Jax narrows his eyes at the boy. “She’s waiting for me.” The girl whimpers when Jax sizes her up. “I think you harassed my girl.” He says, nodding to himself. “What do you think I should do with someone harassing her?”

“Nothing, sir,” they stammer. “We didn’t…we wouldn’t.”

Jax puffs on his cigarette. He looks at the boy, and then the girl.

“Jax,” you murmur his name. It’s all too much. You don't want him to make a scene.

“I’ll be right there for you, Y/N,” he blows smoke in their faces, smirking darkly when they cough. “I give you ten seconds, and then you are out of my sight. But first, you’ll apologize to my girl.”

“Sorry, we are sorry.” They stammer before running off faster than you can blink.

"Now, I'm all yours."

“You’re late,” you say, watching Jax sit next to you.

“You’re cute,” he says and dips his head to look you in the eyes. “I assume the tea must be bad if they pour it on the floor. How about I invite you for breakfast at my place? I cleaned only for you, promised.”

“You smoked again too,” you tut. “I told you it’s bad for your health.”

“I drove too fast to get here,” he chuckles, watching your face contort in anger. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Sir, I’ll keep a close eye on you from now on,” you mutter under your breath. “I can’t let you drive too fast or smoke all the time. Last week, you were coughing at the grocery store.”

“You watched me?” Jax grins. “That’s very nice of you.”

“I’m nice,” you nod. “Now, let’s go to your home. Maybe I can help you with breakfast. I bet you only have unhealthy food at home.”

Jax slides out of the booth, holding out his hand. “How about you tell me about all the bad things I do?” He looks down at you, smirking again. “I love it when you care for me.”

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[gguk-n]

Heart On The Grid (Min Yoongi x Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Y/N was Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter. It came with a lot of benefits; like she practically grew up in racing. She was karting by the time she was 3 and winning races by the time she was 5. She wanted to be like Beb, she could't pronounce his name properly yet but Sebastian was and is her biggest inspirations. That's how she ended up on the paddock. All the drivers would fret and coo over her. She had the entire grid wrapped around her finger. The drivers would be at her beck and call; if Y/N was hot and uncomfortable they had ice and cold juices and ice-cream ready for her, if Y/N was cold, they would either remove their own sweaters or have an extra pair for her ready. She wasn't only her dad's princess but the entire Formula One's driver line ups.

She would interrupt most drivers during their media interviews who would just smile at her, lift her up and continue on with their interview as if it was the most natural thing. You would find a lot of old interviews of drivers with baby Y/N in their arms but as soon as she would spot her Beb, she would scream for him to come over and take her. Most drivers didn't let her off with a bit of a fight with Sebastian since they wanted to hold her. She was smart, she would talk to them like her parents talked to her; "Nando, I'm going with Beb now. I'll be okay. You do questions and then we can tuddle" she would explain slowly climbing into Sebastian arms who would be smirking at Fernando who was glaring at him.

Whenever she would be gone for school or her karting races, the paddock felt empty. There weren't random stickers stuck to their cars or extra ice-creams lying around. Even the interviewers would miss her since she would give an interview with Sebastian during media day. But most of all, Sebastian would miss his tiny shadow.

Sebastian would try to be there for her karting races as much as he could and she would always talk about Sebastian when she would be interviewed on who was her favourite driver. "So, Y/N, can you tell us who your favourite driver is?" the child interviewer asked. "It's Mark Webber, don't tell Sebastian though" she would tease while looking at him. Sebastian never took it too seriously, what pained him was she was growing up and had out grown her Beb. She wouldn't be as overtly affectionate as she was.

As she grew older, her visits to the paddock decreased with school and her interest shifting from racing to academics and then she started university. It was in University when she was pursuing her masters when she met Yoongi on her exchange programme in Seoul, South Korea. She had gone there to earn a new experience and returned with the sweetest boyfriend. Back then BTS had just started finding their footing in the industry and breaking out even in the west. With all the dating issue in K-Pop and with both their busy schedules, they kept their relationship on the down low. Sebastian was just happy his god-daughter hadn't bought some random man home.

Until one fateful day, Y/N had invited everyone to her house. Her reasoning; she wanted them to meet someone special. Both her father and Sebastian were dreading the day. Y/N cheerfully greeted her parents and Sebastian and his wife, Hannah. Her mother and Hannah were thrilled to hear that she was dating someone; and said someone was currently in the kitchen preparing the dinner. "He cooks?" her mother whispered looking at the man in the kitchen's back. "yes" she smiled looking at Yoongi lovingly. "You guys should sit down" she commented pointing at the sofa. Yoongi came out of the kitchen and greeted everyone. Sebastian and her dad were eyeing the poor boy like he had committed arson. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you" he greeted her father. "I'm a huge fan, nice to meet you sir" Yoongi said shaking Sebastian's hand who had a vice grip on his but Yoongi just smiled and stood there.

The dinner began with out a hitch until they started interrogating Yoongi and the moment he said he lived in Seoul, you could hear the wheels in their head rotating; "Our Y/N isn't moving to Seoul. It's too far away. You can't have her, sorry, but she's ours." the two men screamed. "I'm no ones" Y/N said exasperated. "She's an adult darling, she knows what she's doing" her mother interjected. "But...but" her father tried to reason while Sebastian was shut up by his wife with a glare from across the table.

They finished the dinner without anymore interruptions. "Sir" Yoongi began looking at her father, Y/N was busy catching up with Hannah to notice, "I promise to take good care of her. She is the most important thing to me in my life. I promise to always make her happy and never let her cry. I really love your daughter. Will you let me marry her?" he asked. Both of the men sighed, they looked at each other before her father started speaking; "We can't tell her what to do, but if you really mean everything you said, then we will support her. But if you do anything to hurt her" "I will run you over with my car" Sebastian cut him off. Yoongi smiled, "Never, wouldn't even dream of it" he said.

Once everyone had filed out, at the door her father hugged her and whispered in her ear, "He's okay I guess." he lamented. "I wished you dated someone I knew so I could keep an eye on him but he's okay too I guess" Sebastian said begrudgingly as he hugged her good-bye.

Y/N had gone to South Korea to see Yoongi off for his military enlistment. It was the night before he was supposed to start and the pair were laying in each others embrace as Y/N peppered kissed once in a while across his face. "I love you" she stated. "I love you too" he replied suddenly sitting up. "Y/N, you make me the happiest I've ever been. I didn't think someone else could make me feel this way other than music. Will you do me the honour and marry me?" he asked now on his knee. She was in tears and could only nod. Yoongi slipped the beautiful ring on her finger and pecked her lips. "I love you. Can't wait to spend forever with you" he stated in her embrace. "me neither" she hummed as they stayed like that for a little longer since when the sun rose Yoongi would be gone, fulfilling his duty.

[starvail]

just lyney a common criminal.

lyney / gn!detective!reader

synopsis : you never imagined that you would experience such a detrimental loss of trust, in someone you thought you would spend your future with, in just a few hours - but you guess you haven’t thought there would be a day where you would have to interrogate your partner over his true identity, either.

content : very short, established relationship, angst, hurt/no comfort. major 4.0 archon quest spoilers!!

words : < 1k

a/n : the povs are constantly changing to highlight how disorganised the reader and lyney’s thoughts are on each other because of the current events. so if you think the narrative is messy, it’s intentional!

“15:33, chief detective [full name]. interrogating mister lyney snezhevich for being prime suspect for…”

lyney doesn’t like this. the way you say his name sounds so bitter and cold, similar to the biting weather in snezhnaya. your voice wasn’t it’s usual inviting tone, your posture was tense, with shoulders back and head tilted while you read the documents that were flush against the table.

“…discrepancies to the testimony you have given to the court trial will result in a one hundred thousand mora fine and another public hearing.”

this would be the first time where lyney will have experienced your work persona and he wished he never had to at all.

not because he is worried about what you would do to him, nor potential punishments for the crimes he supposedly committed, but because he knows that you are unforgiving and merciless; as long as he is in this room, with handcuffs around his wrists and crimes to his name, in your eyes, the two of you are nothing more than strangers that know a little too much about each other.

however, in your own case, you think that perhaps you don’t really know lyney at all, the real one anyways.

“i don’t understand why you’re interrogating me like i’m some common criminal,” lyney tries to jokingly reason for you to relax, but your hardened expression does not falter in the presence of his plea.

not wanting this to be included in the recording, you pause the device.

“sir,” something dies inside lyney when you address him with such formality. no ‘love’, no ‘sweetheart’, no ‘starlight’. in your mind, he had lost that privilege the moment the papers were served to you.

“we are in a professional setting. i ask that you keep all conversation unrelated to the trial to yourself, or until after the record has finished.”

“but it’s me, lyney. your lyney.” his hands attempt to reach out for your own, “you don’t have to act like this with me-”, but you pull back. he visibly wilts at the rejection, you swear you hear something shatter.

and your heart hurts, burning with remorse. it squeezes and squirms at the sight of your partner, wanting nothing more than to comfort him, to tell him that this wouldn’t take long and that everything is okay.

but absolutely nothing is okay, your mind echoes back.

for all the years you have known him for, it’s not okay that he didn’t tell you that he was a fatuus; that he was from the house of hearth; that his father was arlecchinco.

it’s not okay that you realised that the very reason why he kept you company, why he held your hands so tightly, why he ‘courted’ you in the first place; was so that a harbinger had surveillance on fontaine’s security affairs with access to a direct source, that being you.

it doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots on that note.

you sigh, wanting nothing more than for this to be over, to go home and to grieve the loss of your lover - the imagine you had of him, more so.

“sir, the moment you stepped foot into my interrogation room is the moment you have become ‘some common criminal’. now, i implore that you answer the questions i had previously mentioned.”

you click the device back on again and lyney is forced to face the music.

an hour passes and the interrogation is over the moment the story was concluded, but lyney is not fully present to care. he’s too focused on you. on how no matter what he said, or the amount of time had passed, your cold shoulder still persists.

“thank you for your cooperation, sir.” checking over your documents and the recording, you silently pack everything up, ignoring how indigo eyes stare at you.

but no matter how much you willed them to stop, your hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

you are barely able to insert the key to free lyney from the constraints, let alone pocket the cuffs.

“darling, can we talk, please?” lyney is quick to stand and asserts a firm but gentle hold on your hands. he notes how frosty your finger tips are and he starts thinking that he should warm them-

but you are already forcing yourself away from him. lyney watches you ball your hands into fists and kept them close, as if the notion of his touch disgusts you.

“were you ever going to tell me?” with your voice barely above a whisper, lyney watches your tough exterior begin to crumble. a straight to the point question, and gods, you couldn’t even look at him.

despite this, the both of you knew the answer already.

“… i… i just…!”

he never intended for you to ever find out.

lyney can see your irises swirling with uncertainty and disdain, all directed at him.

he wants to retort that while he hasn’t been honest with you, he does trust you. that, if he were to tell you everything, you would be in danger, a target. he’s been lying to protect you, to protect the ‘us’.

“i… can’t, darling.”

and it’s ironic, that lyney, a renowned entertainer that frequently showcases his abilities to hundreds, is now struggling to find the words and confidence to fully explain himself. years of trained silence and secrecy has rendered him voiceless. lyney does not know where to even begin, but he can feel the ghost of his father’s constricting fingers wrapping around his neck.

“then i think we are done here.”

“(name)-”

“have a good day, sir.”

you do not look back. the door clicks shut. and lyney is alone.

[barefoot-joker]

Yandere!Crimson Headcanons

Hey, guys! Long time no see (or is it read?)! I know it’s been a while and I do apologize. I recently got into Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, so if you’re interested you can send requests in. Today I bring you Crimson headcanons, which I’ve never done before so this is going to be interesting. I’m sorry if he’s OOC as well. Anyways, here we go!

-There are several ways you could have met Crimson: a client, family of one of his members, perhaps even a target

-However, let’s go with the idea that your family is a financial backer for the mob

-Crimson was visiting your family’s estate to discuss the need for more money

-Your father and him were talking when a knock interrupted them

“Come in!”

Crimson turned to see the oak door open and in step the most beautiful creature he had seen. Jewels the mobster had seen couldn’t even compare. “Crimson, I’d like you to meet my daughter Y/n.”

The mob boss held out his hand and took yours, landing a kiss on the knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet ya, sweetheart.”

“Same to you, Mr. Crimson.”

-And with that your fate was sealed

-It had been a few weeks since Crimson and you met, the two of you going about your lives

-However, you had never left the mafia man’s mind

-With that, he gave your house a ring and asked you on a date

-Your father was apprehensive while your mother was elated

-You, on the other hand, weren’t too interested

-You already had a boyfriend, a man by the name of Zeke

-The two of you met at a local cafe and hit it off ever since

-You brought up your concerns, but your mother thought that having multiple suitors was no big deal

-Besides, you never say no to the mob

-So you said yes

-That night, Crimson was at your door with a bouquet of roses and the two of you entered his car

-He took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant where he regaled you with stories of his job

-You felt uncomfortable the whole time and would rather have been at home

-The date ended with him taking you back and saying he enjoyed his time

-You lied and said you did too

-You got out of the car and he left

-Several weeks had passed and you hung out with Zeke a lot

-You were happy to say the least

-If only you had noticed Crimson’s men tracking you down

“What do you mean she’s seeing someone? She belongs to me!”

“She’s been seeing this Zeke fella for a while now, Sir. Apparently, they are lovers.”

“Not on my watch they’re not! Where does this Zeke work? Looks like I have to have a chat about touching what’s mine.”

-Crimson had a little “chat” with Zeke a day later and made sure to leave reminders (some bruises here and there) to have him back away from you

-The mafia boss even allowed him to keep his eyes as he was feeling generous

-That night Zeke spilled about what had happened to you

-Needless to say you weren’t happy

-You called up Crimson and the two of you met in a nearby park

-You explained that you were in a relationship and that while Crimson seemed nice, he wasn’t your cup of tea

-Crimson disagreed

-Grabbing your wrists, he pulled you close and whispered how you were his and nothing would change that

-You tried to pull away but he grabbed your hair next

-He explained that you were his and that he’d seal the deal in a couple of days

-Terrified, you jolted away and ran

-Crimson having a huge smirk on his face

-Sure enough a few days passed, and Crimson invited your whole family to his estate

-You begged your parents not to go, but they implore you all did

-Next thing you know; you’re sitting at the dinner table with Crimson eyeing you up and down

“What do you want with us, Crimson?”

“Be patient, doll. Business comes after dinner in this family.”

-After everyone was done, you all met in the foyer, and everyone shared drinks

-You didn’t dare drink any of yours, to uncomfortable with the whole situation 

-Your attention became diverted when Crimson tapped his glass

“Now, I know it’s odd that I called you all here. However, I wanted Mr. L/n’s approval before I began.”

The imp knelt down in front of you on one knee and snapped his fingers. One of his lackeys plopped a box into his hands. Upon opening it, you gasped. A golden ring with a sparkling diamond on top sat within the red cushion of the small box. “With your permission Mr. L/n, I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“I-”

“Daddy, please don’t! I love Zeke! You know that!”

“No need to worry about him anymore, sweet cheeks.”

“What do you mean?”

Snapping his fingers again, a plaque was brought over to your side, and you couldn’t hold back the scream. Nailed to the wood was Zeke’s horns, stating his dead status. “How could you?!”

“He was in the way of what I wanted, doll. And I always get what I want!”

-He snatched your hand to place the ring, but your father spoke his piece

-He wasn’t thrilled with Crimson’s approach and the three of you went to leave

-However, the sound of the safety being clicked off on a couple of guns made you all freeze

“You better rethink your options, old man.”

-Tears formed in your eyes as your father looked around before nodding defeated -Crimson tightly grabbed your hand and jammed the ring on your finger   

-He went in for a kiss and you wished you had never walked into the meeting that fateful day

[ashbrat488]

Candy - Chapter 3

Word count: 1191

Cassidy is at home with Joe when he receives a call from his boss inviting them to another party... August just can't let her go...

Minors DNI

Joe moans, distracted from the game he was trying to play as Cassidy wrapped her mouth around his cock between his legs. "Oh god." He rests his hand on the top of her head, glancing down to find her brown eyes on his. "Cass..."

She giggles around his cock, resting her hands on his thighs as she allowed him to guide her on him before his phone rang beside him.

He groaned, looking to see August's name on the screen as he tried to push her away. She didn't budge, grabbing his cock with her hand as she continued her work. "It's my boss!" He hisses as she only shrugs.

"Answer it," she demands, pulling his cock back into her mouth, eliciting a grunt from above her.

"Hello?" He answers gruffly, trying to control his breath.

"Joseph, how are you?"

He tensed slightly at the sound of August's stern voice on the other line. Even through the phone, August Walker was someone that commanded attention. "Sir... I'm good." He manages to stumble out as Cassidy deep throated his cock, causing him to hit the back of her throat.

Cassidy rolled her eyes at Joe calling the August 'sir' as Joe bit his lip, trying his best to keep quiet on the phone.

"Listen, the Mrs. and I are having a small New Year's Eve party at the house and we wanted to invite you. And bring your pretty girlfriend too," August insists. "What was her name? Carly?"

"Cassidy... sir," he offers, gripping her hand in his hand as he now began to push her down on him and she moaned softly around his cock.

"Cassidy, right. I'll send you an email with the details. See you next week."

Joe knew that it wasn't a question or an invitation, not really. It was a summoning. "Yes sir. Thank you!"

"Please, call me August."

"Ye—" Joe hears the line click, scoffing slightly as he tosses it onto the couch beside him. "Fuck, Cass..."

She hears him grunt, feeling his cock tighten without warning as he came in her mouth, pushing her down on him as she swallowed. She pinched his thigh when he released her.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"

"You're supposed to tell a girl when you're about to come!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, watching her stand up, grabbing his water from the table to take a large gulp, before plopping beside him on the couch.

"So... who was that?" She asks, already knowing the answer. She grabbed the book she had been reading earlier in the day and propped herself on the edge of the couch, facing him as he pulled his shorts back on.

"August Walker," Joe answers gleefully. "He invited us to his house for a New Year's Eve party this weekend. Can you believe it?!"

"Us?" She shakes her head, looking back down at her book, a little annoyed at his excitement. "No thanks."

"No thanks?" He repeats, placing his hand on her book to push it down, forcing her to look up at him. "What the fuck do you mean, no thanks? He said you were invited to. Sort of insisted I bring you. You're coming."

"No, I'm not. I do not want to go." She slams the book on the coffee table as he scoffs.

"You have to! I just started working there and I've been invited to the boss's house! There are guys that have been there for years that have never been invited. This is a big deal. It will be an even bigger fucking deal if I don't do as he asks and bring you."

Cassidy scowled, knowing she was the only reason he was invited in the first place. "I don't want to go. I do not like him."

Joe rolls his eyes at her childishness. "We always have to deal with people we don't like. It's a part of life. Please, Cass! This affects my career and how August sees me..."

His voice softens toward the end as he lowers his brows, doing his best to look dejected as she groans. "Ugh! Fine!"

Joe grins, pulling her to him to lay kisses along her cheek, down her neck and back up as she giggled. "Thank you. It means so much, really. Especially after you said you didn't think we were ready to meet each other's families for Christmas."

She groans softly with a sigh, resting her hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready. And I don't really think a big family holiday is the right time to introduce your significant other. It can be overwhelming..."

"I know." He nods with a small smile. "It's fine. Really? When you're ready, I'll introduce you to my parents."

"Sounds good. Can I go back to reading my book now like I was before you interrupted me?"

"I interrupted you?!" He laughs, squeezing her sides as she squealed, giggling. "I was sitting here quietly playing my game."

"You're so cute when you concentrate," she teases as he laughs, shaking his head.

He places a kiss on her nose before releasing her to allow her to prop herself back up in her spot beside him. She rested her legs in his lap as she returned to reading and he returned to his game. She took a glance back at him as he played, wondering how she would manage to date him while also trying to avoid August. She wasn't even really sure yet that she wanted to avoid August. Sure he was just a client and it didn't mean anything, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy her time with him.

August dialed another number after hanging up on Joe. He paced his office as he waited for the line to pick up. Finally, he heard the click. "Hey."

"Walker? What's up?"

"I might have a job for you."

"Who do I get to kill?" The man asks brazenly asks from the other line, making August scoff and roll his eyes.

"No one..." he stops pacing, glancing out the window with a small shrug, "well, I haven't decided yet. But you owe me."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you need Walker."

"Good, I'll be in touch." August hangs up the phone, sliding it into his pocket just as he hears his office door open behind him and his five-year-old son comes charging into the room. He turns around with a smile, scooping him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walker... he got away from me."

August smiles at the nanny, obviously tired from chasing his son all day. "No worries, I'm done for today. Where is his mother?"

"I... I do not know, sir." She keeps her eyes drawn down, away from him. She knew he was easier to deal with when he was around his son, but she did not want to be the one to incur his wrath because of Sara.

"Right," August sighs, patting her shoulder gently. "Go home. I will get him to bed." He dismisses her with his hand as she quickly scurries away and he focuses on his son, setting him on his feet. "Go pick out a book, I'll be right there." He chuckles to himself as his son happily runs up the stairs toward his room as he follows him. 

Chapter 4 Candy

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[chloe-skywalker]

No Plans - Billy Hargrove

Part 2

(2/3)

Billy x Fem!reader Harrington

Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Word count: 2,602

Summary: Billy ask’s his father to go over to Y/n’s for Christmas Day. Susan asks that Y/n comes to theirs for Christmas Eve in exchange. Neil makes it that or no he can’t go. So Y/n goe’s to the Hargroves for Christmas Eve.

Authors Note: Next Christmas Day 2023 Its Christmas at Y/n’s! (3 parter over the course of 3 years)

P.s ~ Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! And others!

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Part 1 (2021) ~ Part 3 (2023)

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“So are you guys excited for Christmas break?” Susan asked as the small dysfunctional family sat around the table to eat dinner. Something they had recently started doing, per Susan’s suggestion. To make them bond more as a family.

“Yes.” Max answered as she put food on her plate just to end the silence.

“I actually have something to ask about Christmas.” Billy spoke up knowing now was possibly the best time to ask. Susan could possibly help persuade his father to say ‘yes’.

“Go on.” Neil narrowed his eyes towards his son. Waiting for him to ask whatever he wanted to ask.

“Y/n’s parents have invited me to spend Christmas day with them at their house. I was wondering if it’d be okay with you, I’d accept.” Billy explained nervously, not looking his father in the eyes. He just focused on grabbing food like Max.

“Well, we’ll miss you but I would think it’d be okay.” Susan spoke up after moments of just silence. Susan smiled, she liked Y/n and the effect the girl had on Billy. She made him happy, calm and seemed to distract her step-son from his fathers actions. “How about since your going to Y/n’s for Christmas day she come’s over here for Christmas Eve?”

Susan would love to have Y/n over for Christmas Eve, but since she basically gave Billy the okay before his father said anything she wanted to put a suggestion out there.

“That sounds like a great idea Honey.” Neil smiled over towards his wife. Looking over to his son an idea of his own popped into his head so he looked to Billy with almost a smug look. “Let’s make it a deal. You can go to your girlfriends for Christmas Day as long as you both spend Christmas Eve here. If she doesn’t then you can’t.”

Billy nodded to show he understood. “Yes sir.”

Now he had to ask and tell Y/n. Hopefully she’d be okay with coming to his, but he wouldn’t blame her if she said no. His house wasn’t the most welcoming.

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“Done.” Y/n stated looking completely serious at him. When Billy told her his father’s conditions for him spending Christmas with her Y/n answered without a second thought.

“Y/n-”

Y/n shook her head when he spoke her name, already knowing he was going to try and change her mind. He never liked her being anywhere near his father. “No, Billy. I said done. Done deal, I’ll gladly go over to your house for Christmas Eve.”

Billy’s corners of his mouth twitched upward at the lengths she would go for him. “You don’t have to.”

He knows his house isn’t the best environment. It’s stressful and you're always on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“If it means you can come over for Christmas Day then yes. I do. One night your family won’t change my mind about you.” Y/n cupped his hand between both of hers, adding pressure to reassure him. Y/n has been with Billy long enough to know that he feared his father would drive her away. But that was never gonna happen.

“I’m sorry. In advance.” Billy apologized for what he was sure was gonna be a very awkward Christmas Eve.

“Don’t be.” Y/n shook her head. Y/n never put the actions of others on someone else's shoulders. Y/n loved Billy for him and his fathers horrible actions or words will never change that.

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“You're actually going to his house?!” Steve’s eyes were bulging out of his skull upon having heard of his sister's plans. The Hargrove/Mayfeild home was not the friendliest place from what he’s overheard Max say.

Y/n was in the middle of picking out her shoes and jewelry when her brother barged into her room having heard the news.

“Yes, it’s the only way he could come over here for tomorrow. His dad’s a dick.” She mumbled under her breath, but honestly Y/n didn’t care if he heard her. Neils ultimatum was just to try and ruin Billy’s plans to come over to hers for the holiday. “We’re not staying the night. We’re coming back here after.”

Steve knew there was no changing her mind and he did understand why it was important to her to have Billy over tomorrow. Steve sighed before saying. “Be careful.”

Y/n smiled at Steve and his brotherly protectiveness. “I will.”

Not long after Y/n and Steve’s conversation ended the doorbell rang and since nobody in their family was arriving this early it could only be Billy.

“Hey. You look beautiful.” Billy smiled looking Y/n up and down once the door opened. She was wearing a beautiful red velvet dress, which conveniently matched his shirt.

“Thank you. You ready?” Y/n blushed, smiling at his compliment.

“Yeah.” Billy nodded, reaching out for Y/n’s hand. They were halfway down the driveway when Steve decided with a huff that Billy was different around Y/n. His sister was making Billy Hargrove a better person.

“Hey!” Steve called out just as Billy had closed the passenger door. Billy turned to look at Steve with a furrowed brow, had he already done something wrong in Steve’s eye’s? He opened and closed the door for Y/n, he was being a gentleman. Hell he didn’t suck face with her the second she opened the door so. . . “Look after her.”

Billy nodded at Steve to assure him he would. Steve wasn’t the only one worried about tonight. Billy never knew what would set his father off and he never wanted Y/n around when that happened.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Y/n asked once they got on the road. She knew he was probably nervous, he never liked having her in his house.

“Nope.” Billy shook his head in one strict nod.

“Too late.” Y/n let out an amused breath. She reached for his hand nearest to her, luckily it wasn’t the hand he had on the steering wheel. That was normally always his left. Y/n squeezed his hand tightly to calm some of his stress, something she was sure she was gonna have to do a bit of tonight. “It’ll be ok.”

Billy let out a deep breath, squeezing her hand back. “I hope so.”

The drive felt faster than normal to Bilyy as within seconds it felt like he was parking in front of the dreaded residence.

As they got out of the car the young couple walked up the pathway to the small house hand in hand.

The door was opened by Susan who was dressed up in a green Christmas dress that had Christmas characters printed on it.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Hargrove.” Y/n smiled politely at Max’s mom who was smiling back at the two teenagers.

“Merry Christmas Y/n, and please call me Susan.” The older woman stepped aside to let them in.

Billy would never understand how Y/n could be so nice and polite to people’s faces.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Y/n nodded as they walked further into the home. At least it looked more like a home because of the Christmas decorations, which she was sure was all Susan.

“Oh you're always welcome sweetheart.” Susan liked on the rare occasions Y/n came over. Billy seemed a little more relaxed when around the y/h/c-ed girl.

“Hey Max.” Y/n greeted as the young red head ran over to her, wrapping her arms around her torso. Y/n hugged her back.

“Hey Y/n.” Max greeted back, enjoying the moment before pulling away. She loved Steve’s sister/ Billy’s girlfriend. Y/n treated her like a sister, and Max loved it. “Thanks for coming, and Merry Christmas.”

Max was glad Y/n accepted to spend Christmas Eve with them. Max was going to spend the later time of tomorrow with the party, she was glad Billy was going to spend it with his girlfriend. Neither of them wanted to be in that house any longer than they had to.

“It’s not a problem. Merry Christmas too.” Y/n smiled at her. Y/n liked Max, she was the sister she never got.

“Billy.” Max rolled her eyes as she greeted him as well. Since they were in ear shot of their parents.

“Runt.” Billy said quietly back so his father and Susan wouldn’t hear him.

“It’s Christmas, can you two be social?” Y/n cut in looking between the step siblings with pleading eyes.

Max and Billy narrowed their eyes at each other but both could agree between them like this that they’d be sival for Y/n’s sake. “Fine.” They both agreed at the sametime.

“Thank you.” She said smiling at both of them before the 3 headed into the main room.

Not long after Dinner was ready so they all sat around the small table. It was a little uncomfortable at first with a lot of tension in the air. The food wasn’t horrible, it was actually pretty good. Small talk was made during dinner. Under the table Y/n and Billy’s hands were clapsed together. Y/n was aware of the scrutinizing gaze from Neil Hargrove, but she chose to ignore it.

After dinner Y/n helped Susan and Max clean up, and Billy stayed to help since he didn’t want to be alone with his father. Or have Y/n alone in this house.

Once they finished all of them moved into the living room sitting around on the floor were Max, Billy, and Y/n. Y/n had been pulled down to sit between Billy’s legs by Billy who smirked at her as innocently as he could. Susan and Neil were sitting on the small couch looking over them.

Susan announced they could open their presents and Y/n was excited to see what the two could have gotten. Max started digging out gifts from underneath the tree.

Y/n was trying to keep Billy from tickling her sides when she heard Max speak.

“And here you go Y/n.” Max handed her a wrapped present that indeed had her on the tag hanging from the ribbon tied around it.

Y/n looked up towards Susan and Neil with a surprised and shocked expression. “Oh you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Susan waved her hand in a dismissing notion with a bright smile. “Nonsense.”

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled, thanking them before opening it.

Billy leaned his head down to whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to like or keep it.”

Y/n knew he didn’t want her to feel obligated to do anything. But in all honesty the Y/n really did like gift. It was beautiful. Turning her head to the side she answered. “I do like it.”

“I have a gift for you to open tomorrow.” Billy told her as he unwrapped one of his gifts, arms still around her torso as she leaned against his chest.

“I have a gift for you to.” Y/n smiled, turning her head to look at him, she couldn’t wait to see him open his present.

After presents were opened Y/n and Billy stayed around for awhile, for Maxes sake Y/n told him. As they walked to the door after saying goodbye to Max, Susan and Neil followed them. Which Y/n could see added tension to Billy’s shoulders.

“Thank you for a fun Christmas Eve Mr & Mrs Hargrove.” Y/n stated politely with a well rehearsed smile. Billy knew it but no one else did, besides maybe Steve. But Y/n truthfully thought it wasn’t a bad night. The food was good, Neil was social for the most part, the conversations weren’t bad. But knowing how Neil normally treated Billy, that irked Y/n beyond belief. Billy knew that.

“Your welcome honey.” Susan was happy to have had her over and that she seemed to enjoy the evening.

“Hope your family doesn’t regret having him over for the holiday.” Neil said with a condescending smile on his face.

“We won’t.” Y/n stated with a strong tone in her voice. Making it clear that Billy’s presence was welcome in her home with her family.

“We’ll see.” Neil narrowed his eyes for a quick second before they went back to normal.

“Let’s go.” Billy spoke softly, handing Y/n her jacket. He didn’t want to seem brazen and give his father any reason to say he suddenly couldn’t go.

“Goodnight.” Y/n said as they left out the front door. Once they were in the camaro and on the road, Y/n turned to Billy and scoffed. “Your dads a dick.”

Billy let out an amused laugh, wondering how long she had been waiting to say that for. Billy smiled over at her. “Thanks for going tonight.”

Y/n smiled back at him. “My pleasure.”

“Oh it will be.” He winked at her, flashing a smirk in her direction.

Soon enough they arrived back to the Harrington household, a spot had been saved for Billy in the driveway. Once they got out and walked to the front door upon opening it 3 kids rushed towards them screaming.

“Y/N!!!!”

“Hey guys!” Y/n kneeled down embracing all of them at once. Billy watched as he closed the door.

“Who’s that?” The kids asked, pointing at the mullet haired boy behind their cousin.

“That's my boyfriend, Billy.” Y/n told them as she glanced back at Billy for a second.

“Hi Billy.” The kids smiled at him and waved.

Billy replied awkwardly, not used to children being so joyful about his presence. “Hello.”

The two boys and girl turned their attention back to Y/n before telling her. “Y/n, we’re in our jammies.”

Y/n nodded letting out a laugh. “Yeah I can see that.”

One of the boy’s crossed their arms and pouted his lip before saying. “We have to go to bed soon.”

It was obvious to any one over the age of 10 that the kids were pouting about having to go to bed soon. It made Billy chuckled deeply.

“That’s the only way Santa will come.” Y/n told them with such a kind and enthusiastic voice. Billy admired it, how she was with children. It made him start to think. Which it in turn made him zone out for a bit.

“Really?!” They all said at the same time super excited.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded encouragingly, hoping they’d believe for as long as possible. “So go get ready for bed, ok?”

With that said they ran off, Y/n laughed watching them run off. When Y/n stood back up to full height and turned to face her boyfriend she noticed that he was fully focused on her.

“What?” She asked slightly nervously at what about her was getting this attention.

“You were cute with them.” Billy said, pulling her into him. He smirks with mischief in his eyes. “You’d make a sexy mom.”

Billy never saw himself with kids but hot damn did  that scene before him change his mind.

“Oh really?” Y/n looked up at him through her lashes with bright red cheeks, and it wasn’t from the cold weather.

“Hmmm Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning in to kiss her.

Before Billy could get to heated with the kiss, they are around her family after all. Y/n pulled back with a warm smile on her lips. “Well we should go to bed to. Tomorrows a long, fun day.”

[kylorensl]

Every day, Kylo has to leave at lunchtime. Mitaka, his personal assistant, cannot find out, althoug has tried in every way, what do these outputs mean, and what intrigues the young assistant most is seeing his grumpy boss come back from lunch with a bouquet of cherry blossoms. Mitaka has lost count of how many has taken home, or given to some of the staff. Why the hell does taciturn Kylo Ren need to bring flowers every day? Then he has one more idea and says to himself, that it will be the last try, and promises to leave this obsession. "Sir, may I ask you a question?" Mitaka ventures visibly tense, under the scrutiny of Kylo who hesitates a bit before answering. "Be quick, I can't be late." Kylo waits, growing impatient, as Mitaka swallows. "Yes sir, please, I would like to know where you buy these flowers, so that I can buy some." Mitaka is shaking inside because he was never so bold but, his efforts are rewarded when sees his boss, the mighty Kylo Ren, look away, blushing like a teenager. So he knows got him. "Huh... Yes... Of course... I... I'll tell you where it is." Kylo doesn't even look at Mitaka as reaches into his wallet, pulling out a card and handing it to his assistant. "Thank you sir." Mitaka holds back from laughing, when sees that big and feared man, fleeing his scrutiny, as the game flees from the hunter. The next day, he changes his lunch schedule and goes to that flower shop. The array of flowers is beautiful and he almost forgets why he's here when sees Kylo walk in. Mitaka hides and is perplexed to see his boss smile... Yes... Kylo is smiling. But then he sees why, when the gorgeous redhead emerges from inside the shop, bearing the well-known bouquet. The man is of a distinct beauty, and though both try to hide it, Mitaka catches it quickly, that unmistakable exchange of glances. There's also that subtle touch when the redhead hands Kylo the flowers, and both blush, smiling when the purchase is complete. Now all makes sense... However, the young assistant, can no longer bear to see so many bouquets being wasted and, suspects that his idiot boss, he has yet to make any attempt to invite the florist to dinner. That is inadmissible. Mitaka feels he has to do something and... It was with this thought that the next day, when Kylo leaves the flower shop, Mitaka runs to the place and luckily, he still manages to reach the redhead. "Could you please bring me a bouquet similar to the one my boss just brought?" Mitaka takes a chance and sees the redhead's subtle interest. "Yes of course. They're my favorite." The redhead comments while arranging the bouquet. 'Of course that would be' Mitaka almost rolls his eyes when the man in front of him starts talking again, failing to hide his interest. "So, Kylo is your boss... Do you... Do you know who the flowers he brings every day are? He... Is there anyone?" The redhead finally looks at Mitaka who suppresses a sigh. "No... He doesn't have anyone." Mitaka notices how subtly pleased the man is. "In fact, he is very shy and, I think he is interested in someone, but doesn't have the courage to talk..." Mitaka hints, watching the redhead work. "Serious? So that person needs to do something about it." The redhead squints and Mitaka knows he's got him too. "For sure. By the way, my name is Mitaka." He extends a hand with a First Order card, which has Kylo's number highlighted. "In case you need a good lawyer." The redhead takes the card and blushes. "Thank you Mitaka it's nice to meet you, my name is Hux." Finally with his goal achieved, the young assistant awaits the scenes of the next chapters, hoping his boss doesn't throttle him for giving out his personal number... 'Accidentally'. A few weeks later, Mitaka is called into Kylo's office, to organize new data from a process and, he is not prepared, when he enters and finds his boss, having afternoon coffee, together with a certain red-haired florist... But on the table, this time, there is a sunflower vase.

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[holylulusworld]

Every breath you take (8)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, longing, mentions of masturbation, meet cute (or something…)

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every breath you take (7)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

Four weeks later, you got another workday done. You feel your shadow following you as you slowly walk back home. Surprisingly, you’re not scared at all. If your secret admirer wanted to hurt you, he would’ve done it weeks ago.

Your back hurts, and your temples are pounding. Today wasn’t a good day. It was exhausting and drained all the energy from your body. You only want to get home and curl into a ball on your couch.

Lost in thoughts of your fluffy pillows, you almost step onto a cat’s tail. “Whoops, sweetie,” you squeak. One foot still in the air, you stare down at the cat.

“Aw, where did you come from?” You coo and crouch down to pet a white cat. The furball rubs its cheek into your calf, meowing loudly. “Are you hungry, sweetie? Hmm…you look like someone is taking good care of you.”

You carefully look at the nametag dangling from the cat’s collar. “Alpine,” you hum. “What a pretty name for a pretty cat.”

Smiling, you ruffle the cat’s fur. You wonder if the cat ran away. “Hmm, let’s see if there’s a phone number on your tag too.”

You’re about to pick the cat up when a deep voice calls its name. “Alpine, there you are,” the man says. He looks at you, holding his cat in your arms. “Miss, this is my cat.”

“Oh,” you giggle as he looks you up and down. “I thought Alpine got lost.” You carefully hand the cat to its owner. He said Alpine’s name, so you assume the cat belongs to him.

“You wanted to take care of Alpine,” the man suddenly says. He holds out his hand and tells you his name as his cat jumps onto his shoulder to curl around his neck. “You must excuse my cat. Sometimes Alpine just runs off to explore the town. The little punk always comes back, though, knowing the best food waits for them at home.”

He smiles, and your knees almost buckle. Just know you get the chance to drink his handsome features in. Stubbles frame his jaw. His eyes are bluer than the blue sky, and his hair is long and shaggy but well-kept.

“Your cat is very cute.” You giggle and twiddle your fingers. The man makes your heart flutter, and you don’t know why. “I hope Alpine never gets lost again.”

“If Alpine gets lost, I hope you’ll find my little punk next time too, miss.” His deep voice goes straight to your core. “They would be in good hands.”

“Anytime, sir,” you giggle like a schoolgirl. This man has you wrapped around his finger in no time. Your cheeks heat up at the way he looks at you. “Do you live around here?” You’re a little forward, but you cannot let this man slip through your fingers. “So, I can look for Alpine.”

“Bucky,” he says, offering his name again. “Call me Bucky, doll.” Bucky smiles and tells you that he lives in your neighborhood.

You stare at each other for a moment, letting the seconds tick by. It’s the perfect meet cute and you hope to see him again soon. “I have to go now, Bucky,” you say as you step closer to pat Alpine’s head. “Alpine, if you ever get lost, just come around.”

“Thanks again, doll,” Bucky says as he watches you pat his cat. His heart speeds up having you so close. He must take deep breaths to not pounce on you here and now. “Maybe I can invite you for coffee one day.”

“I’d like that,” you hastily reply. “How about I give you my number? If Alpine gets lost, you can give me a call and ask if I found your punk.”

“Yes,” Bucky says, a little too fast. “I mean, that’s a good idea.” He can’t give away the fact that he already has your phone number and all your personal information. “I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You too,” you say while exchanging numbers with Bucky. “It was nice finally meeting you.”

Bucky watches you leave. He has a big smile on his face because your first meeting went well. Now he’s got the chance to invite you.

You're still jittery from your encounter with Bucky. You pump up the volume to sing along to your favorite song. To hell with your neighbors today. They are loud as fuck most of the time, so you don’t give a shit if you disturb them.

You do a little dance and shake your ass. “Alpine and Bucky!” you giggle and squeal. “They looked so cute together. And his eyes…” You touch your heart and let yourself fall onto your bed. “Blue…so blue…”

Rolling over on your bed, you bury your face in your pillow. “He’s so pretty,” you snuggle into the pillow. “I bet he’d look cute between my legs.” You breathlessly moan his name, letting every letter roll off your tongue. “B U C K Y.”

Bucky presses his hand to his heart. It’s about to burst when you slip your hand into your pajama pants to touch yourself. His name is on your lips the whole time, and he cannot resist. Once again, his resolve crumbles, and he slips his hand into his sweatpants to slowly stroke his cock.

“Y/N,” he murmurs your name. “Baby doll, don't do this to me.”

Tonight, he doesn’t look away. His eyes are glued to the monitors on his walls to watch you touch your sweet pussy only for him. “Make yourself feel good, doll. Soon, I’ll make you feel good... ”

You’re all smiling this morning. It doesn’t matter that it’s another workday or that your colleague is nagging about her job. She can’t ruin your mood.

Your encounter with Bucky still lingers in the back of your mind. Not only is he the most handsome man you've ever met, but he’s also so caring and sweet with his cat. He just can’t be a bad person.

“Why are you smiling the whole time? This job is shit. The coffee is shit. And our boss is shitty.” Your colleague snaps her fingers to get your attention. “Hello, did you even listen?”

“Hmm…maybe.” You shrug. “It’s a nice day, and I won’t let work drag me down. It’s weekend soon enough.”

“It’s only Monday,” she bemoans, looking at you for confirmation. “We have to work for four more days.”

“Only four more days.” You walk away, not wanting to listen to her any longer. Now that Bucky has your number, you hope he’ll call you soon to invite you for coffee.

Part 9

Tags in reblog.

[fairyqueenfiction]

~ Good Little Girl~

Pairing: Doflamingo x Reader Warnings: female reader, pet names, SFW Word Count: 646 words Summary: You're attending a ball being held at the Royal Palace in your home country of Dressrosa after being invited by the King and Warlord of the Sea, Doflamingo. It' coming to the end of the night when Doffy approaches you, asking to take a walk outside with him... A/N: Despite the title, I was actually just inspired by 'Good Little Girl' from Adventure Time as a conversation between Doflamingo and an innocent girl that Doffy has taken a shine to

The cold night breeze sends goosebumps across your body as you walk beside the King of Dressrosa. You're unsure as to why he asked you personally to walk with him in the palace gardens, you're unsure as to why he even asked you to attend this ball at all. You had been working as Doflamingo's tailor for the past couple of months and he claims he wanted you here tonight so you can see the suit you made for him in all it's glory. You even made your own dress for tonight, one Doflamingo seemed quite eager to see you in when he found you working on it. You had figured the King was, as many kings tend to be, a show off. He wanted to show someone from your background the wealth he owns, the people he knows and the power he holds. Maybe this was all just a way to frighten you, after all, this was a Warlord of the Sea, a pirate, a terrifying man. Yet, he doesn't terrify you.

But now, with the sounds of the ball becoming more distant as you walk and the quiet of the night surrounding you both, it doesn't seem like this man intends to boast, right now, he just has a confused look on his face.

"Doflamingo, Sir... where are we going?"

His only response is a smirk and he leads you round a corner. The view here is beautiful, the country of Dressrosa quiet and still in the night. He walks down the stone path to an open area, small lanterns dotted around the edge to light the area up. You follow close behind up before he suddenly stops and turns to you, an unsettling grin on his face.

"Dance with me" he puts his hand out for you, his grin still plastered on his face

"I... okay" you take his hand and he pulls you towards him, his free hand now placed on the small of your back. "I.. I've never danced before.." you sheepishly admit.

"Follow my lead" he responds, the distant music from the party giving you both a rythmn to dance to.

You try your best, but your two left feet do you no justice as you clumsily try to follow his steps, much to Doffy's entertainment as he chuckles.

"hey!" you try to catch yourself as you stumble but Doffy is quicker and catches you tripping over your own feet.

Doffy chuckles again. "You could have said no to coming tonight. But you didn't, because you're a good little girl...would never pick a fight with me, you know who I am, but you're spending the night with me..." he leans in closer to you "what do you want from my world... good little girl?"

You look at him, confused, a slight blush on your cheeks as you lean back a little "you're acting like you're a bad boy, but I don't buy that you're really that kind of guy...and if you are then why do you want to hang out with me?"

Doffy's smile drops as he lets go of you and steps away, turning to face the view of Dressrosa.

"Don't you know I'm a pirate? Every day I'm out killing, sending everyone running like children. I know why you're here with me, I know your deepest fears and that you're not from here..."

Your eyes widen at this revelation... how did he find out?

You take a step towards him. "You're not so bad you know"

He turns around to face you. "Not so bad?" He laughs "I'm the son of a celestial dragon and the Heavenly Demon of the underworld. It's not something I have to try at..." He takes a step towards you, his wide grin returning "You on the other hand..."

"I'm not trying to fight you, I'm here because I want to join you!"

[flowersarefreetherapy]

41. In a stairwell for the asks! -wildfaewhump

CW: implied noncon, noncon kiss, noncon touch, degrading sexual language, pet whump

Daniel doesn’t know where his master is. He doesn’t know where he is. And most importantly, he doesn’t know where Star is. 

But he knows where he is. A stairwell, somewhere in the home where his master is visiting a work friend. The man’s son spotted him during the party. Now, he pins Daniel to the wall, sucking a dark bruise onto the side of his neck. It’s dark and his cologne overwhelms Daniel’s every sense. But he doesn’t pull away. He arches and moans like the good whore they want him to be.  

The man chuckles and pulls hard on Daniel’s hair, forcing his head back. “Look at you,” he whispers against his skin. “Just as good as they advertise.”

Daniel opens his legs a little further, an unspoken invitation. He ignores the man’s sweaty fingers in his hair and hates how it reminds him of Star. Instead, he tips his head back further and whimpers, a perfectly calculated sound. He may not be the ethereal beauty he is blessed to have as his bonded, but he does know how to perform and be enticing. 

“Good boy,” the man breathes. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

“Please,” Daniel breathes, folding his shoulders close to his body, doing his best to appear weak and defenseless. “Please . . .”

“And asking so nicely too. Damn, wow, you are good, aren’t you? You’ll do whatever I want you to, isn’t that right.”

My body is not my own. I am not my own. My body belongs to my master. I belong to my master. 

“Yes, sir.”

The man’s muffled praise echoes in the stairwell. Daniel prays no one comes and finds them. He can deal with one, but it’s already a challenge to keep his mind in the moment. If anyone else–if his master–finds them, it’ll be too much. He distantly wonders what Star is doing, if any of the others have taken him to a room or a hallway or if they even care about that. Their master has to care. Daniel isn’t there to protect his bonded. Someone has to make sure Star isn’t hurt.

He hates pain. He likes it when I’m gentle and kind. He likes . . . he likes things he isn’t supposed to. That we aren’t supposed to. 

“On your knees, handsome boy. Look at you, already so willing. Damn, I gotta get myself one of you.”

Daniel slowly lowers himself to his knees, wood hard against his skin. He hates the man’s hands in his hair, forcing him forward, hates the praise. It’s stupid. He’s supposed to like this. It’s what he’s meant for, it’s what he’s trained to do. And yet he can’t make himself enjoy it. Not like when his master allows him to go down on Star and his bonded cries his name and he feels so good doing it.

The man swears. Daniel’s head knocks against the wall. He swallows as he’s been trained to do. Salt. Like pleasure, like tears. The man ruffles his hair and says something about getting back to the party and that he was good. Daniel nods and smiles and answers, but he can’t hear any of it over the pounding of his heart. 

He hates this. He hates this so much. All he wants is to be home, Star in his arms, humming those songs whose names he doesn’t remember but that always sooth him. 

You don’t get what you want. You never do. That life is not yours and will never be.

[themoleperson]

here's a thing I wrote a while ago! i think later imma post another horror type thing I wrote a bit ago

(Warning for "monster pretending to be person" type horror; idk what else to warn about lol)

INTERVIEWER (INT): Can you state your full name for the record?

PERCY: Is all of this really necessary? Can’t I just go home?

INT: I’m sorry sir, but we need to get your story down as quickly as possible to minimize possible loss of information.

Just to prepare you for how the process works; I will prompt you with questions, and you will answer them to the best of your ability. If you would like to skip past a question, you have the right to do so, but it’s better for both of us if you just answer all the questions I ask you.

PERCY: …okay.

INT: Let’s start again. Department of the Interior, recording testimonial of… state your full name for the record?

PERCY: Percival Briant.

INT: …of one Percival “Percy” Briant, interviewed by Mallory Scott. This recording is only for internal use by the Bureau of Missing and Found Persons, known internally as Division 6. The necessity for the privacy of this information is outlined in the Located Persons Act of 2018.

On the 25th of August, Mr. Briant and the rest of his group were discovered just outside of Olympic National Park. This was after 2 weeks of attempts by the National Park Service to locate them. Mr. Briant, can you begin by stating the names of each of the members of your party?

PERCY: Please stop with the “Mr. Briant” stuff. It’s just Percy, man.

INT: …Duly noted.

PERCY: Thank you.

It was me, Olive- I mean, Olivia “Olive” Grant, Rhode “Rhodie” Jones, Nadya Kira, Vijay Rajesh and Jonathan Dover. Hold on, speaking of, when can I see them? You said they were here. Are they okay?

INT: You may see them after you give your testimony. My associate is checking in with them as we speak.

PERCY: Thank God, Olive…

INT: Mr. Briant?

PERCY: Sorry, I just… I was worried I’d never see them again. Especially Olive.

INT: Understandable. Do you need a break?

PERCY: No, I’m fine, it’s… fine. Okay.

INT: Alright. Then I suppose just start from the beginning, and I will interject if needed.

PERCY: But like, where should I start? It’s kind of a long story.

INT: Just start from when you left for the park, and go from there.

PERCY: …okay.

It all started when we left my house in Vancouver to drive up to the park. We’d planned a 4 day camping trip in Olympic National Park, so we met up at my house on the 5th of August and Vijay’s dad let us use his van to drive up there. I’m pretty sure Olive suggested the whole thing, but honestly we were all like, “Hey, we should do a group trip since we’re all going off to college in September,”, so it’s hard to remember who came up with the idea. I’ve had a sort of a crush on Olive for like a year, so I said yes right away, and Nadya is gonna be their roommate so they thought it’d be a nice trial-run for living together. We ended up inviting Vijay as well a few days later, when the idea stopped sounding so out-there and we started planning stuff.

Originally it was just Olive, Nadya, Vijay and me, but Jonathan and Rhodie heard about the trip and asked to come along. They’re cool guys so we agreed and planned to meet up on the 5th.

Honestly, everything was really normal. We drove a few hours up to Olympia, got the campsite set up. We all brought one or two board games, so we played cards and a really intense game of Monopoly before we all decided to call it quits and go to bed. Olive had made the mistake of leaving their tent at home, so I offered to share mine with them, and I spent the whole night curled up in a little ball, terrified about the idea of sharing a tent with someone that I liked. You know, stupid teenager stuff.

The weirdness started in earnest the next morning. See, we’d found a spot pretty near to this really beautiful waterfall. We couldn’t see it from the camp but we could hear it just over the hill. It was constant, not quite loud enough to drown our conversation, but enough to be noticeable. Now technically it wasn’t an official camp site, but we’d asked the park rangers about it and they said it was fine if we camped there- people did all the time, they said, and the site was cleared out enough that we wouldn’t be disturbing any habitats or anything.

Anyways, the waterfall. See, I woke up at like 5am- I’d been having trouble sleeping the whole night- and I decided to get out of the tent for a bit to stretch my legs and get some coffee. I changed clothes, got my shoes, and sat on one of the fold-up chairs that one of us had brought. That’s when I realized; the forest was quiet.

INT: Quiet?

PERCY: Now that I think about it… no, not just quiet. It was silent. No birds, no bugs. I couldn’t even hear the waterfall. That’s what tipped me off honestly; I could rationalize birds and bugs, but that damn waterfall was constant, I hadn’t stopped hearing it the whole time we were here. And now it was just gone.

INT: Is it possible that you just got used to the sound?

PERCY: Maybe. I mean, that’s what I told myself. I couldn’t find anything when I tried to look up how long it takes for people to just stop noticing the sound of a waterfall, but there wasn’t much. It wouldn’t make sense anyways, I’d only been there for like a day. The only times you really hear about people getting numb to waterfall sounds are when they, like, live next to it for years.

INT: Noted. Did anything else happen during that time?

PERCY: Later, yeah, but not that day. After a few minutes I started hearing noises again, and Olive walked over to where I was sitting. They pulled up a chair and we talked about the noise. Or lack thereof, I guess. They were a little confused, said that they hadn’t heard anything, and asked me jokingly- or at least, I hope jokingly- if I was high. I laughed it off and we just sort of sat there talking until everyone else woke up and joined us.

INT: Was that the only strange occurrence.

PERCY: No. God, I wish it was.

INT: Interesting. Please, continue.

PERCY: Alright. So, we’d all just gotten up and we were sitting around, talking. I didn’t mention the noise thing to anyone else; it didn’t seem super important, and I guessed that Olive’s reaction would be shared by the rest of the group. So, I just sat with my coffee mug in hand, trying to nod along and focus on whatever we were talking about. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something weird was going on. I managed to mostly block it out after a while, but still, something just felt wrong.

Eventually we decided to take a trip over to the waterfall and go swimming. I was a lot less distracted by then, and I’d mostly forgotten about whatever was happening in the morning. It was fun, we just got to splash around for a few hours and by the time we got back it was already evening. The whole day just passed so fast. Before I knew it, we were going back to bed. Everyone else made their way back to their tents. I saw Rhodie and Jonathan looking at each other weirdly and instantly knew that I wanted to be as far away from their tent as possible for a bit, so I decided to just chill out by the fire for a little bit.

The only other thing I remember from before I went to bed was Vijay coming over to sit beside me. He just came right over and propped up a chair. We stayed like that, just talking about nothing, until I suddenly started to get really sleepy. I apologized and went to bed. Or, I tried to.

See the memory itself is pretty mundane. Like, I don’t know why I remember it when so much other crazy stuff happened. But I think it’s because of the noises I heard.

At some point, I think I heard the tent open and close. I mean, I must have, because I distinctly don’t remember hearing Olive snoring beside me when I heard the other sound. It was a high-pitched howl, ringing out through the silent night. Something about it set my blood boiling. A shiver went straight up my spine and I froze. It repeated, sounding a little farther away the second time. For a reason that I can’t really explain, I got up, grabbed a flashlight and left the tent.

It was pitch black out, with only light from the stars and my flashlight lighting up my surroundings. The forest was dead silent, just like it had been that morning. Even the strange howl had stopped. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin.

It was just Olive. They said that they’d heard me get up. I apologized for waking them, but they didn’t respond to the apology. Instead, they asked if I was okay. I guess my face was sorta giving me away? I nodded, took a deep breath, and explained what happened. They seemed more concerned than freaked out, but they told me that I was probably just hearing things. After that… All I know for sure is that we made it back to the tent, and I woke up at 5am again the next morning.

INT: One question before you continue; do you remember anything about how you got back to the tent?

PERCY: Not really, but I was super tired so I’m guessing I just forgot what happened. Like when you forget the moment right before you go to sleep, you know?

INT: Indeed. Now, continue, please.

PERCY: Okay. So, the next two days were basically normal. There weren’t any more weird silences that I could remember, and I sort of accepted the fact that I was probably imagining things. The only other weird event from that time was that my tent kept moving backwards by an inch every hour or so, but I think that was just Nadya and Vijay messing with me. It was kind of ridiculous- the tent ended up a decent distance from the others. They knew about my crush on Olive, and they’d been prodding me the entire trip. They were probably just trying to get me some “alone time” or something. Olive noticed, but they didn’t seem to mind, so I just laughed it off. I told Vijay to knock it off but he just pretended that nothing had happened. So did Nadya when I asked her about it later, actually. But that’s pretty normal for them.

It was the 5th day where things really went bad. We’d decided to stay one more day so we’d have more time to pack up, so the plan was now to leave on day 6. Someone- I forgot who, but it was either Rhodie or Olive- texted a group chat we’d made with all our parents, telling them the updated plan. I don’t know how either of them would’ve had service, but I trusted them, so I didn’t really think much of it. We started the process of packing up and everyone got to work. We knew we didn’t need to hurry so we packed slowly, messing around and generally just trying to have fun with it.

Around mid afternoon, I noticed something weird. The forest was quiet again and the air was sort of humming. I noticed a flock of birds flying overhead but they weren’t making any noise. No chirps, whistles, nothing. And there were at least 2 or 3 different types of birds too. I tried to convince myself that I was just hallucinating again, but I felt the same sensation that I had a few nights ago when I heard the howl.

INT: Did you hear the sound again?

PERCY: Now that you mention it… I think I did. It sounded different this time, so I almost didn’t notice, but right before everything had gone silent, I’d heard the call again. I think the cadence was weirder this time too, it didn’t quite sound as animalistic as it had before.

I didn’t tell anyone about it- I didn’t really realize that I’d heard it until now, actually- but I called everyone over to where I was. We all gathered in the small clearing near my tent and I asked; “does anyone hear anything?”

I watched their faces. The first one to realize what I meant was Rhodie. I saw the moment he picked up on the fact that the whole forest was silent. I remember him saying, “Holy —. I can’t hear the waterfall. Why can’t I hear the waterfall?” That was when everyone else noticed as well. Nadya frowned, and pointed out that she couldn’t hear the sound of any bugs or birds chirping. Vijay looked nauseous.

Olive looked weirdly calm. They’ve always been good with stressful situations, and I sort of felt relieved, like whatever was going on couldn’t be that bad if they were unaffected. Jonathan, on the other hand, started freaking out a little bit. His voice was shaky and his eyes were darting around. I saw Rhodie grab his hand and whisper to him, probably calming him down. It worked, and he took a deep breath, steadying himself.

That was when I heard the scream. It was high pitched and desperate, and as our heads whipped towards it, that same shiver went straight down my spine. It was like I could sense that something else was gone, and I whipped around, eyes searching the rest of the group.

Olive was gone. They had been towards the back of the group and now, they were gone. There were just a pair of footprints where they’d stood, as if they had just disappeared. I shouted after them and heard another scream, this time coming from somewhere above us. Nadya pointed into the branches and we all saw flashes of color; something tan, and something light green. Olive’s hoodie was green.

Rhodie screamed, full of rage, and ran towards where we’d seen movement. Jonathan tried to pull him back but Rhodie shook loose, taking out his pocket knife and waving it wildly. Vijay and Nadya ran after him, Jonathan right in front of them, but I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed, my whole body was frozen and that stupid howl was ringing in my ears.

I remember Vijay turning around to face me, and everything after that was just flashes. I saw the forest floor moving underneath my feet. I heard the howl playing over and over in my ear, sounding more human each time. Sounding more like someone screaming “Help” each time. I saw Vijay trip on a root and fall, screaming, to the ground. I saw Nadya try to help him and then stare in horror at something behind us. I saw a torn blue hoodie on the ground. I felt claws scraping down my back. And then it all went black.

The only thing I remember after that is being woken up. I remember someone- one of the rescuers, I think- throwing up on the ground a few feet from where I was laying down. Then I remember the checkup at the hospital, and now I’m here. That’s pretty much it. Now please, will you let me see my friends?

INT: I will do what I can.

[sound of knocking is audible on recording]

INT: One moment, if you will.

[Interviewer SCOTT leaves the room. Witness BRIANT fidgets anxiously. Skip 2:43 minutes of silence. Interviewer SCOTT reenters the room]

INT: You said that your friends were named Olivia Grant, Rhode Jones, Nadya Kira, Vijay Rajesh and Jonathan Dover, correct?

PERCY: Yes, why? Is one of them missing?

INT, sighing: No, but you may want to sit back down.

[Witness BRIANT sits down, clearly anxious. SCOTT, who is once again out of frame in her place behind the camera, can be heard muttering a prayer. The mic was able to pick up a few words; ‘God’, ‘just kids’, and ‘please’.]

INT: We could find no record, public or otherwise, of an “Oliva ‘Olive’ Grant” ever having existed.

PERCY: ..what? But-

INT: We also could not find any family matching the description that your friend Vijay gave. There are no Brian Grant or Emily Grant living anywhere around Vancouver Washington, nor is there a Susan ‘Suzie’ Grant enrolled in any schools or listed in any public records.

PERCY: No, no, that’s impossible. I mean for Christ’s sake, we got into the same colle-

INT: Furthermore, Olive is not present on any enrollment records in any college in Washington State, much less the University of Washington to which you were accepted. I’m… I’m sorry, Percy. Olive isn’t real. According to your parents, only the five of you- yourself, Jonathan, Vijay, Nadya and Rhodes- went into that forest. However, we found 6 people there- the 5 of you, and one unidentifiable body.

PERCY: …

INT: We have no idea what happened during the full week for which we have no records. None of you remember what happened. And, I’m sorry to say this, but… only yourself, Nadya and Jonathan made it. Vijay was deceased when we arrived, and we discovered the body of Mr. Jones nearby. He appeared to have had a standoff with whatever attacked you, whatever the 6th body was. He had somehow managed to fend it off, eventually killing him, but his injuries were severe. He died in the hospital as he was giving his statement. He said the creature…

PERCY: What? What did he say about it? F—ing tell me.

INT: He said that it almost seemed… that it looked like your friend Olive. I’m sorry.

[Witness BRIANT collapses, inconsolable. Recording ends with a freeze-frame of Interviewer SCOTT turning off the camera. Her eyes are tear-filled.]

[TESTIMONY ENDS]

Investigatory notes: I have reason to suspect that whatever creature attacked these campers was able to alter their memory, obscuring its identity and hiding in wait until it felt safe to attack. Further testimonial from Mr. Briant’s friends, Jonathan and Nadya, indicate a shared awareness that they were supposed to have been a group of 5, but neither were able to pick out which member of the group didn’t belong until the truth was revealed to them by investigators.

This is a strange case indeed. The creature displays an awareness of social dynamics and a predatory nature that is unique from any that I have encountered. I am unsure how Mr. Jones had been able to slay it, but I am thankful that he did. Unfortunately the remains decayed far more quickly than is natural and were unable to be studied by our forensic team.

I can’t help but feel the same sympathy that Interviewer Scott felt for these kids. The tapes are distinctly hard to watch even though they’re just testimonials.

God help them indeed.

[siredtome1864]

Delena life story: part four

After all the pushing, and screaming comes a beautiful baby girl, and a handsome baby boy named Jenna Lillian Salvatore & Grayson Jeremiah Salvatore. Jenna, and Grayson were born on September 1, 2012. Jenna, and Grayson were born with brown hair & blue eyes. Nine years later a lovely baby girl was born named Stefanie Rose Salvatore. Jenna, Grayson, Stefanie Salvatore are all part of many groups like the Salvatore Family, the Gilbert Family, the Claire Family, and the Petrova Family. They also have ties to the Saltzman Family and the Mikaelson Family through her mother. They are by birthright members of the Travelers and the Eternity Coven. Gryson & Jenna Salvatore live in New York, New York, and Stefanie Salvatore lives in Mystic Falls. She goes to high school, Mystic Falls High School. Stephanie is a cheerleader, one of the main cheerleaders other than Joliet Saltzman, and Hope Mikealson. Elena is a surgeon at Mystic Falls hospital, and Damon manages the Mystic Grill. Jenna, and Grayson are noobie vampires. Turned by Kol Mikealson. Now Jenna, and Grayson are Hybrids, Vampire/Which. Grayson, and Jenna go’s home to their parents & their little sister, Stefanie for the winter. As Damon, and Elena came back to their true selves as vampires they can tentacle if someone can break into their house, and they did. It was one week before Christmas and they felt someone in the house. Damon, and Elena with their super speed, pinned their children against the wall of the first living room out of five. ‘Geez, mom it’s me.,’ Jenna said. ‘Ya, it’s just us, and one friend.,’ Grayson said as well. Elena smiled ‘I’m sorry, hun. We have been having break-ins around there. I’m glad you two are here.,’ Elena said with an excited smile on her smiling face. ‘Since when did you two turn.,’ Damon said. ‘Hush, we got a friend outside,’ Jenna said. Damon, and Elena released, and walked to the front door as Stefanie walked down the satire seeing her sibling. ‘Oh, Jenna, and Grayson, hey.,’ Stefanie said. ‘Geez, stefanie. You haven't seen us for two freaking years.,’ Jenna said. ‘I know. I just am not in the mood right now.,’ Stefanie said. ‘I’m sorry if I'm a nusses, but Jenna invited me.,’ Janna, and Grayson's friend from their college in New York, New York. ‘Mom, Dad, this is Isaac. he is one of our friends that has no family so we decided to invite him to our Christmas feast. He is also a vampire.,’ Jenna said. ‘Welcome, Isaac. I’m Elena, Jenna, Grayson, and Stefanie’s mother.,’ Elena said. ‘Hello, I'm Damon, the father of the kids.,’ Damon said. ‘Are you going to introduce yourself, Stefanie?,’ Elena said. ‘Oh, hi. I’m Stefanie. I’m sorry, my friends are texting me.,’ Stefanie said with a smile while wearing an outfit that her mother, Elena would wear when she was a teen before she met the Salvatore brothers, but a mix with her fathers kind of style. Stefanie was wearing a brown spaghetti strap shirt with a black waist length leather jacket, and dark gray ripped jeans to the knee to the ankle while wearing her brownish/blackish wavy hair down. Izic couldn’t stop looking at Stefanie, he felt something he never felt before. ‘I’m sorry, you just look like an ex of mine. You’re just beautiful.,’ Isaac said. ‘Oh, thank you.,’ Stefanie said. ‘Quick flirting with my sister, Isaac.,’ Jenna said. ‘He’s not, Jen.,’ Stefanie said. ‘He is two years older than you.,’ Jenna said. ‘I don’t want him dating you.,’ Grayson said. ‘HEY, I GET TO CHOOSE WHO SHE DATES, GOT IT?,’ Damon said. ‘Yes, dad.,’ Jenna said. ‘Yes, sir.,’ Grayson said. ‘Now, what’s your background, Isaac.,’ Damon said. ‘DAD, mom he is doing it again.,’ Stefanie said. ‘Honey, stop it. She has a boyfriend.,’ Elena said. ‘Oh, ya. Sorry,’ Damon said. ‘Boyfriend?,’ ‘I'm going to go to my room?,’ ‘oh ya, come with me, sorry for my attitude.,’ Damon said. ‘Hey, don’t worry. My family used to be like that.,’ Isaac said. ‘Mind if i ask how your family died?,’ Damon asked.

[unapxlogeticme]

"only when someone threatens to take what i want," he tells him winking at the older man. "he likes me pushing his buttons." his face contorts to one of confusion. "are you saying you want him to kill me? it seems like you are." emerson lets out a huff of air. he never thought about malachi hurting him to the point of death. he knew he didn't really know his son, but he hasn't given off the vibe of being able to kill someone. but then again, he wants to see the good in malachi. not the bad. "are you threatened by me, sir? is that why you wish your son would ... rip me to sherds, huh? he has in someway, but not what you seem to be implying." he smiles slightly at the older man, watching him and wondering what it would've been like to have a dad like him. sure he seemed to treat malachi different from most, but at least he loved his son and in some ways came off as caring for him. unlike emerson's own father who probably rarely cared for him and would let the first person willing to take emery off his hands to do so.

"he's just like you. wanting honesty rather than lies. i should've known." emerson chuckles slightly, shaking his head. " fine .... i came home one day and saw malachi sitting in my living room. i ... didn't invite him in nor did i know who he was. that's how he found me ..." should he continue? should he tell him the whole story now or let him take in the first part? emerson decides to do the latter by staying quiet and saying nothing more.

emerson eyes follow the older man pacing. all he could do was watch and wonder if he was getting under his skin. he would admit that he didn't really see malachi's temper just yet. that one little slip up in his home was a tiny taste most likely. "yea ... kind of. maybe slightly a small example of temper. he slammed me into the wall after i told him i lied about my name." it was minimal, but it was enough to put slight fear in him. "but that's all he has shown me. i learned my lesson and i've been honest with him." emerson felt the need to prove in some way that he can handle malachi. "are you asking me this question as a way to ward me off your son? seeing if i know what i'm getting myself into? or are you simply trying to protect him from me?"

"seems that you just like pressing all the wrong buttons. it's a wonder how he hasn't torn you to shreds by now. it'd only be the appropriate thing to do," bradley decided he didn't want this one around his son. too many routes for complications with that he was trying to mold malachi into. though divorcing that thought, he also couldn't deny that he didn't dislike emerson so far. if anything, this was the kind of person he'd probably allow access to his inner circle. someone young, understanding, with social skills and loyalty that seemed to rival those around them.

"privacy doesn't exist for me when it comes to my childyen. their development is the most important thing to me. you would do well not to hold such secrets, young man."

bradley paced around the kitchen--something he always did while he was thinking. close loved ones would claim that's why he lived in such a large house. enough room to think about life's important questions. "i'm about as sane of the average human here. i'm not too worried about that. my worries come from a completely physical threat, actually. have you encountered his temper, yet?"

[comatosebunny09]

AFK

Summary: Of course you jump at the opportunity to spend the weekend at your boss’ house. He is your savior, after all. The locksmith doesn’t work weekends, either. And you're still pretty shaken up. What better way to relieve your tension than with a little COD?

Word Count: ~2.9K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Language, Exhibitionism (kind of?), Cunnilingus, A$$ Eating, Jealous!Kyo, Female!Reader, MDNI!

Recommended Song(s): Beg - Leon Thomas III Unravel Me - Sabrina Claudio Bom Bidi Bom - Nick Jonas & Nicki Minaj

I hope someone enjoys this! As always, thank you so much for reading!

Soft, sweet, supple. All words he’d use to describe you if ever asked.

His adorable secretary.

Kyojuro watches with affection canting his lips as you kick your feet up into the air, Mashimaro dangling from your outstretched arms. The feline chatters whilst you croon up at him from the floor. Sunlight dribbles in, swathing you both in its ethereal glow.

He sighs for the umpteenth time. Would much rather be lying beside you, soaking up your warmth and smoothing his hands down the contours of your body. The meeting drones on, long forgotten in his headset. He's found something much more entertaining to occupy his time.

He’d invited you to stay with him for the weekend. Figured it was the best way to keep an eye on you in light of recent events—you’d called him in a frenzy a few hours ago. The maintenance man, that greasy son of a bitch. Kept trying to pry his way into your apartment despite your protests.

Your leasing office refused to act since you didn’t have proof. The police weren’t much help either, stating that they couldn’t intervene unless you were being physically assaulted. Disgusting. Naturally, Kyojuro opted to take matters into his own hands.

He looks down at his hand resting on his mouse, knuckles swollen and glowing an angry shade of red.

He would do it again if he had to. The panic lacing your voice when he picked up the phone made something cold drop into his belly. His poor secretary. So vulnerable. So very charming. He’d never driven faster. Hoped that a broken jaw would be enough to deter the shit stain of a man. If not, a plethora of people would willingly sully their hands for Kyojuro.

Consumed by the inner mechanisms of his mind, he doesn’t notice when you get up. Jolts at your soft rapping on the open door of his office. He fixes you with a gentle smile and crinkled eyes. Ignores how his heart stutters at the sight.

Mashimaro purrs in your arms, the orange tabby a stark contrast to your hoodie. Kyojuro swallows past the cork in his throat. Struggles to keep his eyes from traveling southward, past your denim shorts to your ample, honey thighs. And your legs; God, do they stretch for miles. How lovely they would feel wrapped around his hips whilst he pistons into you like a well-oiled machine.

He is not drooling, thank you very much.

You beam, wide and toothy. Fix your lips to ask, “are you hungry, sir?”

A pang strikes his chest. At this moment, he decides that he will do everything to protect that smile. He shakes his head in reply. Tells you to “help yourself to the kitchen,” because his home is just as much yours as it is his. “And please, call me Kyojuro!”

Your lips look much prettier saying his given name.

You mouth an appreciative ‘thank you.’ Heat gradually wades over your skin. You bow, silken hair spilling off your shoulders. Makes him bite off a groan. He’s bereft when you slink away, taking your billowy scent of vanilla and clementine with you. His head spins.

You’re so delightful. So enticing.

He’s watched you for months, wanting so badly to sweep you off your feet. Show you what a real man can offer—you’d often confide in him about the state of your love life. Sometimes over lunch after he’d coaxed you into having it with him because you always forget to eat.

You told him about how your Tinder dates always go sour. How your last relationship left you hollow and embittered. And now, you have a stalker. You haven’t been with anyone long-term for a while. Two years, if he recalls correctly.

Now, Kyojuro has you within his grasp. Tucked safely in the sanctity of his two-story home. A sheep in a wolf’s den. He tries valiantly to ignore how his sweatpants tighten ever so subtly around his hips. To quell the twinge of hunger clawing up his stomach.

The prospect of you both being alone makes him steadily harden. He’s despicable and he knows it. Wants to bend you over every surface of his home and have you crying out his name until your throat is raw and your mind is filled only with him. Kyojuro chews his lip, fingers twitching over the drawstring of his sweats—      

“—ir?”

A voice calling in his ear brings him hurtling back to earth.

“Sir,” his treasurer echoes.  

He hastily unmutes his mic. Answers with a spirited “yes!” Pink dusts his cheeks. How sinful. Thinking of pleasuring himself with the door ajar and his employees prattling on in his ears.

Would you be disgusted if you caught him? Found him murmuring your name whilst he pinched the vulnerable head of his cock? Or would you join him in his pursuit of pleasure, seeking your release thereafter?

He groans, screwing his eyes shut—    

“Rengoku-san,” Kocho drawls, amusement swimming in her timbre, “we require your input on the new project with Jung Enterprises.”

Kyojuro clears his throat, tearing himself from his fantasies. Leans forward on his elbows, ignoring his ever-growing erection. Business first, pleasure second.

He has all weekend to draw his name from that succulent mouth of yours, after all.

“Ah, yes,” he begins, rehearsed grin in play, “about that…”

—

It’s unbearably quiet. So still that the only sounds permeating the ground floor are the click-clacks of his keyboard.

Kyojuro pinches the bridge of his nose whilst a sigh rushes through his lips. Looks up from his obtrusive monitor, sliding his glasses off. Darkness greets him from the other side of the window. He glances down at his watch. 8:27 P.M. Had he been working that late?

He stands and stretches; joints pop and click. He elects to find where you’ve scurried off to. Hasn’t seen you since you last poked your head in to check on him and asked if you could use his PlayStation.

You’re a quiet little mouse. Promised you would stay out of his hair while he worked. You didn’t want to impose. Never. If anything, he welcomes you as a distraction.

Kyojuro ascends the stairs to the second floor. Finds you in the den on your stomach, legs idly swinging in the air whilst you fiddle with a controller. Mashimaro dozes on the small of your back. You’re thoroughly consumed by Black Ops, headset nestled into your tresses, muffling out the world around.

He folds his arms, leaning against the threshold. Watches your bountiful ass cheeks jiggle, peeking from beneath your shorts. You’re taunting him. He’s sure of it. He bites off a growl. Battles with the urge to palm himself right then and there. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Always have been. He can’t help but imagine his cock gliding between the cleft of your ass—

“You’re so good at this, Haku!” you sing, parting his sea of daydreams. “You’re killing it!”

What. The. Fuck?

A sound akin to a record scratching reverberates in Kyojuro’s mind. Why does that name sound so familiar? Haku...Haku—Hakuji?

The intern?

You talk?

Come to think of it, he has noticed how the young man lingers around your desk longer than necessary. Fleeting glances and smiles with too many teeth. How your demeanor shifts faintly in his presence—he’d bring you coffee and bagels and laughter, and you’d beam so wide. Has Kyojuro ever made you titter in such a way?  

“Watch out, Haku!” you warn. “Aw man, you’re quick! Wish I were that good.”

Kyojuro grows envious of the praises you chant into the mic, something indiscernible rippling through his veins. This won’t do at all. He saunters over to your oblivious form. Falls into the space beside you on the floor, resting against the couch. He curbs the inclination to palm your ass and bury his face between your cheeks.

Mashimaro leaps off your back, drawing your attention to the man behind.

“Si—Kyojuro!” You lurch, turning startled eyes onto your boss. You tear the headphones off, resembling a child caught rifling through the cookie jar. “I’m sorry. W-was I being too loud?”

He shakes his head. Gives you an amused look. He wants so badly to kiss that rosy, quivering mouth of yours. Wonders if it’s as soft as the flower petals it resembles. “Not at all! In fact, I almost forgot that you were here!”

The barest of grins dons your features. You both sit like this for a beat, gazes paddling over each other. Wordless; breaths gradually laboring. The air suddenly spikes with electricity. He feels so very heavy under your scrutiny. His gaze flits to the screen over your shoulder.

“Ah! You might want to pay attention,” Kyojuro states, redirecting your focus. “It appears that you are about to be mauled!”

“Shit!” You instantly replace the headset, snatching up the controller to defend yourself. “Sorry, Haku! I’m coming!”

Hearing another man’s name on your tongue drags the smile from Kyojuro’s face. It is then that he decides to mark what is rightfully his. You look so inviting, silently beckoning to him. His digits tremble over your thigh. Lids flutter once his callused palm finds the plush flesh below the cusp of your cheek. He releases a breath he was unaware of holding.

You gasp sharply at the contact. Stiffen. Kyojuro suddenly feels so very dreadful for touching you unwarranted. Starts to withdraw his hand, but then he sees your lips quirk the slightest bit in his peripheral. You resume mowing through the undead as if nothing happened.

The air crackles like fire. Something clicks in his mind, thunderous like his heart hammering in his throat. A smirk morphs onto his face whilst he kneads the muscles beneath your flesh.

You want this, don’t you?

Naughty, naughty girl.

Spurred by your reaction, Kyojuro elects to test his theory. Cups your other thigh, entranced by how warm and supple you feel. You twitch, a pleased sigh pouring out from your nostrils. You suck your bottom lip betwixt your teeth, hooded eyes darting between him and the television screen.

A prickle of pleasure courses from Kyojuro’s toes to the crown of his head. His ears flood with heat.

Fuck. You do want this.

Who is he to deny you, his gorgeous secretary?

He moves with the agility of a jaguar prowling amongst the treetops. Settles himself behind you, straddling your outspread legs. Gently, he molds your thighs. Watches with boyish wonderment as his palms journey upward to cup your ass, further encouraged by your breathy whines.

Kyojuro works your cheeks apart in experimental arcs, purposely squeezing and jostling them together to apply friction to your sex. Slips his thumbs between the plum flesh to arouse your clothed cunt. You release a particularly needy sound, no doubt gaining the ire of your companion on the other end of the mic.

“Hello?” Hakuji says, voice a distant whisper lost in your headset.

Kyojuro growls throatily. The ripe smell of you permeates the thick fabric of your shorts, making him feel like a feral beast. He drags a finger down your garbed slit. Doesn’t miss how you subtly rock back into it.

His eyes gloss over. Tongue darts out to wet his lips. He looms over you with the ferocity of a lion pinning its mate down. His sweet little lioness. He’ll make you feel good. Make you shout only his name, and have you intoxicated with the feel of his cock buried deep within.  

He requests your permission. Tugs at the lip of your shorts. Grazes the dip of your ass with his knuckles, pin-pricking your skin. You lift your hips, curving your spine like a snake. Kyojuro reaches around for the fly of your denim. Scrapes the seam of your shorts—which dig unforgivingly between your lips—with his nails. The vibrations of his fingers against your aching cunt are enough to snatch your breath away.

Kyojuro drags your zipper down at an agonizing pace after he undoes your buttons. His eyes dip into a dangerous shade of honey, shimmering predatorily. Lips part, unveiling his thirst for you. The need between his legs is painfully hard, itching for freedom. He’s waited so long for this, however. Wants to savor every morsel of you before he splits you in twain on his engorged dick.  

He finally divests you of your bottoms, sliding them towards your ankles. The sight that greets him after makes his breath hitch. Saliva puddles in his throat. Neon, lacy, thin. Your underwear does a terrible job of hiding your plump labia from his ravenous gaze, your meaty flesh spilling out from the sides.

You little…Did you plan this? Did you know what was going to transpire?

He plucks at the flimsy fabric. Pulls the cloth taut against your slit, enough to make you dizzy and arch even more. Your panties darken as he tugs again, brushing his knuckle against your slobbering entrance. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle all sound. You’ve long since dropped the controller, leaving your avatar defenseless. The headphones slide off your head, clattering to the floor. Kyojuro smirks, wondering if you even had the patience to mute your mic.

Ah well. Might as well give the little shithead a show.  

Without warning, Kyojuro encircles your waist with his brawny arm. Hoists your ass into the air as if you weigh nothing. On all fours, you glance back at him, desire simmering beneath your countenance. He fixes you with an innocent smile, though the constant strike of his digit against your pussy divulges his intentions.

He can’t help himself whilst he pinches your fat labia together. He then swoops in for a sample of your dewy slick. The earthy scent of your cunt bewitches him. Makes his eyes roll back, and his tongue slithers from betwixt his lips. Kyojuro swipes his sweltering, artful muscle along your clothed folds, evoking a drawn-out moan from your sinful mouth. You’re sweeter than he could have ever imagined. Addicting like pralines and cream. Tooth-rotting, and he’s sure he’ll have cavities later.

“Fuck, baby,” he whistles, inebriated by your taste. Taps your cheeks playfully before adorning each one with light nibbles that ripple up your spine. He languidly drags your panties to one side, exposing your delicate sex to him. You’re hot, glistening, driveling. He salivates, palming his twitching cock through his sweats. He could cum from the spectacle alone, your pretty, pink pussy hiccupping just for him.

How badly he wants to skewer you with his tongue. To dive into your opulent heat and reduce you to a blubbering pile beneath him. He has something else in mind to stave off your pleasure, however. Instead, he takes to tonguing your defenseless, puckering anus.

You moan so deftly that he’s not sure if he’s heard it or not. He’s captivated regardless whilst you pitch your hips backward, submerging his nose between your cheeks. He laves at your pulsating asshole until you’re a mess of needy pants and slackened limbs before him. You press your torso into the hardwood, ass up, letting him feast on you thoroughly.

A thick string of opaque cream dribbles from your cunt whilst he circles your hole. Tests the threshold of muscle, peeking in for a taste. You whimper pathetically, making his dick jump. He can stay like this forever; can die like this between your legs, making your body tremble uncontrollably.

Kyojuro gathers your viscous fluid leaking towards the floor onto his thumb. Smears it onto the sensitive pearl between your labia, entranced by the swelling heat of it. You undulate your hips, immersed beneath the depths of pleasure. Release a sound akin to a wounded animal, and he’s sure he will never get enough of it.

You dirty, filthy thing you. Getting off with his tongue buried in your cute little asshole. He briefly wonders how many men have been able to do this; tease you so brazenly, turning you into putty beneath them. Wonders if Hakuji could do the same or if he has ever tried to.

Something snaps in his gut, forcing him to tear away from your enchanting body.

“Pretty girl,” Kyojuro coos, smugness lacing his timbre. You whine childishly, dropping your hips to the floor. He chuckles darkly behind. Kneads your generous ass with soothing rotations, intentionally grazing your cunt with his fingernails. You glance back with pleading puppy eyes, causing his heart to sputter. He almost feels bad for stopping.

Almost.

He needs to teach you a lesson, though. Train your body so that it writhes only for him. He’d much rather torture you between his sheets than against the glacial, wooden floor.

“Bedroom,” Kyojuro commands hoarsely, dragging his lips across your plush inner thigh. Noses the tender flesh of your cunt, causing you to shudder. He gently pats your ass with his massive palm, entranced by how it jiggles.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you move so fast, scrambling from the floor toward the hallway. He blinks sheepishly, watching your cute little ass disappear. Lips canting into a complacent grin. Gathers himself up from the floor, soon after snatching up the controller to shut off the PlayStation.

Before he can complete the thought, a notification pops up in the top right corner of the screen. D3m0nSl@y3r69 sent you a message, it reads. Kyojuro fights down a hearty guffaw at the text sprawled on the screen once he clicks it open.

D3m0nSl@y3r69 [ 9:08 P.M. ]: Tell Rengoku-san I said hi. 😒

Masterlist

[queenshelby]

Kinky Maid

Part One: The Beginning

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 4,047

As little as two weeks ago you turned nineteen and took up employment as a maid at the London residence of Thomas Shelby.

Being a minister at parliament with an electorate in Birmingham, he wasn’t at the house all the time and usually visited only for two or three days per week, which made your employment rather easy.

When he was in London, he spent a lot of time eating at fine dining restaurants and visiting establishments that provide certain kinds of services to their customers.

Thomas Shelby was 41 years old and married to a woman by the name Elizabeth but his wife never travelled with him to London. She stayed at home with their children while her husband was unfaithful to her during his visits.

But, visiting brothels started to bore him and it was when he invited an escort to his London residence on a Thursday night that you realised why he had been dissatisfied.  

He paid her for specific and somewhat unusual services which were best to be performed within his own house as opposed to a brothel and he required complete discretion when it came to engaging in these kinds of acts.

Listening to the prostitute moan and cry out his name intrigued you and you couldn’t help but glance through the crack of his office door when she visited.

For some absurd reason, watching your employer take the prostitute over his desk turned you on and there was something kinky about it.

Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth was gagged. He wasn’t gentle with her but she enjoyed herself nonetheless, leaving a big mess for you to clean up on his desk the day after.

The day after was also when you confronted Thomas Shelby about his female visitor, wanting to know whether she will be visiting again. You wanted to contain the mess to a minimum but, of course, Thomas Shelby had other ideas.

‘I could always prepare the guestroom for her’ you said almost shyly but Tommy laughed.

‘There is no need Love. I am sure you already know that she is a whore and, to tell you the truth, I am getting rather bored of her’ Thomas chuckled as he sat down in one of the arm chairs in his office.

‘So why invite her over then? Couldn’t you find someone else?’ you asked bluntly and you were somewhat fortunate that Thomas Shelby didn’t mind your directness.

‘She is the only one who provides the kind of services I am after and she is discreet about it’ he explained.

‘What kind of services are you talking about?’ you asked without realising that you may have overstepped the line with your question.

‘I like things most women do not understand or are unwilling to provide. It’s too unusual for most women and women who have been sexually active in the past have been taught, by society, to engage in sexual activities of a more conservative nature’ Tommy explained and his comment intrigued you.

‘How much are you paying her for these less conservative sexual favours?’ you asked bluntly.

‘Why are you asking me this Love? Are you looking to apply for different kind of position within my house?’ Thomas teased while his eyes lit up.

‘No Mr Shelby. I don’t think I could ever satisfactorily provide you with the services you are after. I have never been with a man before’ you pointed out to him and, as soon as you said that, Thomas’s manhood began to stir.

‘So, you are a virgin?’ he asked while looking at you with much more desire in his eyes than you had ever seen before.

‘Yes sir. I am a virgin’ you said rather shyly while trying to look away from him.

‘And you are looking for ways to make some extra money?’ he then asked and you nodded again shyly.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you confirmed as the wages you earned as a maid were nowhere near enough for you to be able to afford university education in the following year and you were looking for ways to actively increase your wages.

‘Interesting’ he then said before dismissing you and, whilst you were somewhat disappointed by the fact that he had nothing else to offer you, your disappointment soon turned into excitement when he had requested you to come back into his office two hours later.

***

‘I have a proposal for you Y/N, but I must admit that it is rather unconventional and immoral’ he told you before asking you to take a seat across from him.

‘What is it Mr Shelby?’ you asked nervously and, when he handed you what looked like a contract, you couldn’t help but gasp.

‘This, indeed, is rather inappropriate Mr Shelby’ you told him after you had a quick read through the short document. Under the contract, you would become Thomas’s Shelby’s sexual submissive and subject yourself to unbelievably strange and intense sexual acts at his discretion. These included oral sex, anal sex, impact play and other even more explicit acts.

‘So, does this mean you would own me? Like a slave?’ you enquired but Thomas Shelby shook his head.

‘No Love. You wouldn’t be my slave but, in essence, if you sign this document, you agree to submit to my sexual needs in any way I see fit. In return, I will pay you an additional twenty pounds per day for your services’ he explained before making it clear to you that this arrangement would be purely sexual in nature.

‘So, you get to do all of the things listed in the appendix to me…whenever you please’ you queried and, this time, he nodded.

‘Correct’ he said.

‘Mr Shelby, I am flattered and the monetary compensation for this kind of arrangement seems very generous. Nonetheless, I doubt that I can satisfy your needs adequately. As I have already told you, I am still a virgin’ you began to explain as you were slightly concerned about what he might expect from you.

‘I am aware, which means that I can mould you just the way I like. Under this agreement, you are forbidden to sleep with any other men and I will pay you an additional 500 pounds for your virginity’ he told you,

‘You want to pay me 500 pounds to take my virginity?’ you clarified.

‘Yes Love. I want to pay you for giving yourself to me fully and completely. The thought about taking your virginity turns me on and for this I am more than happy to pay a premium’ Thomas explained and your chin dropped. You realised that he was serious and, since your virginity didn’t mean anything to you, you were more than happy to give him what he wanted.

‘Where do I sign?’ you asked and Thomas chuckled before showing you the pages where signatures were required from you.

But this wasn’t everything just yet. Thomas Shelby needed to be sure that you knew what you were signing up for and offered you twenty pounds on the spot so that he could show you what it would be like to be his submissive.

‘So, you are giving me twenty pounds for giving me a little taste of what I am signing up for? Is that right?’ you asked as he put the twenty pounds in front of you.

‘Yes Love, you quite literally will be getting a taste…a taste of my cock’ Thomas smirked before getting up from where he was sitting and walking towards you.

‘I will make you use your mouth to pleasure me just like you watched Natalie do to me the other night’ Thomas told you while standing over you and lifting up your chin, making you look into his eyes.

‘I am sorry Mr Shelby. I know I shouldn’t have watched’ you said shyly and with blushing cheeks.

‘Don’t be Love. I enjoyed it more because you watched. Natalie wasn’t very good at restricting her gag reflex and it was your red cheeks and the sense of embarrassment on your face which turned me on as I saw you glancing through the doorway’ he told you, causing you to gasp.

Your heart was pounding fast now and you became rather nervous.

‘Have you ever done this before Love?’ Thomas then asked and you were confused.  

‘Have I done what before?’ you asked with some ignorance.

‘Have you ever had a man’s cock in your mouth?’ he then asked and, when you shook your head shyly, he smiled.

‘Very well then, get onto your knees and take it out. I will show your how it is done’ Thomas told you and your heart was beating faster and faster.

‘Right here?’ you asked surprised.

‘Yes Love, right here. Now do it. I don’t have all day, eh’ he ordered, his voice harsh.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said as you dropped to your knees and reached for his belt.

The carpet was thick enough that it wasn't an uncomfortable position but, unbuckling his belt, seemed to be more difficult that you had expected, earning you a deep and frustrated sigh from Thomas.

‘Common Love’ he told you again, looking at his clock as you finally undid his belt and moved the zipper down to release his semi hard cock.

Eventually, you managed to push down his pants and quickly did the same to his briefs, releasing his hardening member which was now on full display for you.

He was large, thick and veiny and you worried momentarily as to whether his beast would ever fit inside your virgin mouth, let alone your pussy.

‘Give it a few strokes Love’ he ordered and you nervously moved one of your hands around the base of his cock.

This was the first cock you had ever touched and it felt warm and hard.

‘Do it properly. Use some more force’ he told you and you wrapped your hand around his cock with more force now, stroking up and down until he was fully erect.

‘Very well Love, now put your hands behind your back’ Thomas ordered and you let go off his hard cock and complied with his request.

‘Now, bend your elbows and grip each of them with the opposite hand. Then, keep your hands in this position, understood?’ Thomas then explained and you nodded nervously once again.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you confirmed, waiting for further instructions.

‘Good, because, if you can’t keep your hands where they are now, I will tie them together. So, you need to be a good girl, eh?’ he told you and, strangely, being told what to do, actually helped the anxiety that was rioting through you right now. There was no need to try and figure out what to do with your hands, because he was already telling you what to do with them, and now they were out the way and you didn't have to worry about them at all.

His cock was long, straight, and veiny, looking straight at you. The slit at the tip already had a drop of fluid adorning it, glistening, and you swallowed hard as you stomach roiled. You were going to taste that. Just the thought made you feel slightly strange but also quite aroused. What was this anyway, you wondered?

Between your legs, your pussy spasmed emptily, as if your body was reminding you that you could have had him down there right now. It was almost like a want or a need and you had never quite experienced anything like that as your anticipation grew.

‘Now, open up your mouth, little girl, nice and wide’ Thomas ordered and the foreboding tone of voice made you shiver again, and you nervously opened your mouth.

But you didn’t open it quite enough and, immediately, had to open it further as you could feel the tip of Thomas’s cock on your lips.

‘Open wide I said’ he told you again and your jaw was stretching as Thomas’s cock slid between your lips. He was much larger than you'd realized and it felt like your lips were stretched to capacity as he thrust between them, pressing your tongue down, before pulling back and thrusting in again.

‘That’s it Love, let me fuck that virgin mouth of yours with my cock’ Thomas groaned as he seemingly enjoyed the warmth your mouth had to offer.

The slightly sweet initial taste, which you realised must have come from that bit of fluid, gave way to a denser, meatier flavour that was like nothing you had ever tasted before.

‘So nice and warm’ he continued on as his hands went to your head, tangling in the silky locks of your hair, as he began thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, going a little deeper every time.

It quickly became clear you that 'sucking his cock' wasn't really what Thomas wanted, although you did suck. You had to unless you wanted to drool all over your chin, and some of your saliva still escaped your mouth anyway as the slick surface of his cock slid away before surging forward again.

You had absolutely no control over what was happening; you weren’t sucking his cock, he was fucking your mouth, and the difference was clear to you even if it wasn't to him.

‘That’s it, such a good little girl, taking my cock into your mouth like this’ Thomas cooed and you whimpered as his cock pushed deeper, nudging up against the back of your throat which is when you began to gag.

‘Open up your throat Love. You will learn how to do it in no time’ he said as he ignored your gagging and splattering.

Instead, he just kept thrusting into your throat and your eyes went wide as you looked up at him, and he chuckled, seeing your expression.

Then, you shut your eyes, trying to focus, but Thomas growled at you immediately.

‘Keep your eyes open little one and look at me while I fuck this sweet little mouth of yours’ Thomas said before he shoved his cock fully into your mouth, forcing it down your throat and your tears began to slip down your cheeks as the muscles inside your throat burned.

‘That’s it. Nice and deep’ Thomas groaned with appreciation, before pulling back out and thrusting back in again. Your lungs burned too, until you got the hang of breathing in between his thrusts.

Fortunately, he didn't hold himself in place long enough to completely cut off your airway, but you could feel yourself becoming slightly dizzy as you struggled more and more to breathe. Your mouth felt bruised as he ruthlessly fucked it, your tongue and lips swelling under the rough treatment. Yet, you were wet while he continued this assault on your throat.

‘Such an obedient little slut. I will have a lot of fun with you’ he said in between groans and the whole world focused in on the thrust and drag of his cock in and out of your mouth, the timing of air, the way his taste and scent filled your senses, his guttural groans and the sloppy sound of your wet mouth filling you ears. There was no need to think, no need to worry about your inexperience or trying to please him, because he was already doing as he pleased and you were just the vessel he was using.

You now knew what he meant by unconventional sexual favours and you knew that this was what he wanted from you. Your complete submission. You were no more than a fuckdoll to him and he wanted to treat you as such. It was what got him off. He was using you.

‘I am close Love’ he then said with a groan as his thrusts were coming harder and you wondered what would be next. Would he pull out? Where was he going to cum?

‘I want you to swallow my cum, Love. I want you to swallow all of it, understood?’ he then said and your eyes widened. He wanted you to do what now? Swallow his seed?

Before you had time to think, trepidation surged, and then so did his cock.

You could feel his cum fill your throat as he erupted in your mouth and there was a lot of it. It kept on coming.

As he had ordered you to do, you swallowed, your throat muscles working, because there was no other option. It was swallow or drown in his cum, and your body automatically drank the hot fluid spurting straight down your throat.

It was sweet and salty at the same time and Thomas held you in place, ignoring your small whimpers as you drank him down. His thumb rubbed through the tears on one cheek as he cradled your face, slowly pulling you off of his softening cock.

You immediately gulped in air, filling your lungs for the first time since he'd put his cock to your lips. With that, you became even more dizzy as the sudden influx of oxygen rushed through your body. The cum sat uneasily in your empty stomach and your throat was sore from this new use.

You stumbled slightly, as Thomas pulled you to your feet, causing you to fall right into him. Hooking one arm around your waist, he held you against him as his other hand pulled up you skirt and slid between your legs. This took you by the surprise, didn’t he say that he wasn’t going to penetrate you down there just yet?

A small smile played on his lips as he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

‘You are so fucking wet Love. I guess you enjoyed this then, eh?’ he murmured and you buried your face against his chest, clinging to him, unable to deny his observation as your arousal swirled.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you whimpered as you felt your hips move involuntarily, rocking yourself against his fingers in your need.

And when he pulled his fingers away, just as you thought you might cum, you nearly cried out.

Then, Thomas brought his wet fingers up to you swollen lips.

‘Clean them, Love’ he smirked and, reluctantly, you opened your lips again, but he was gentle as he slid his fingers into your mouth. The tangy flavour of you own arousal coated your tongue as you sucked and swirled your tongue around his fingers, cleaning them off. It occurred to you that what you were doing now was much closer to what you had expected when he'd put you on your knees. But apparently, you were wrong.

Your thighs pressed together as you cleaned his fingers, your body still thrumming with the need that he'd aroused. But you refused to ask him to finish you, refused to try to touch yourself there. He was paying you to give him pleasure, not the other way around.

‘Take off your panties and then get on the desk, legs spread wide for me’ he told you and, by this point, you decided to speak up.

‘I thought that…’ you began to stammer but Thomas laughed and interrupted you.

‘Don’t worry Love. I won’t penetrate you. Now do as I say so that I can take a look at this little virgin pussy of yours, eh’ he ordered and, after you nodded,  you complied with his request.

You quickly climbed on top of his desk and spread your legs wide for his display just as he had requested and, before you knew it, Thomas sank down to inspect you.

His hand slid up your skirt, making you whimper and, after he pushed the fabric aside and exposed you to him fully, he ran his fingers over the insides of your upper thighs.

You whimpered again and then his fingers began to toy with your pussy, sliding them back and forth in your juices.

‘So fucking wet, eh? Let’s see if you really are a virgin’ Thomas said before using both of his index fingers to gently pull open your pussy, exposing your entrance to him before he used one finger to gently probe inside of you.

‘Don’t worry Love, I won’t go any further than that. Not yet anyway’ Thomas said almost with a low groan as he saw you squirm away from him when he reached your hymen.

It was intact, just as he had hoped and he was rather pleased. The problem was that, by this point, you were so focused on what he was doing and on your own responses to his actions.

You were so desperate for relief and it was almost like he could smell it.

With your eyes closed, clutching at his shirt, you submissively stayed in place as he circles his fingers through your wetness gently, never fully penetrating you.

‘Do you want to cum, little girl?’ he asked, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

‘Yes…please…if I may Mr Shelby’ you gasped but didn't move.

‘Good manners. I am impressed’ he chuckled before pushing your legs apart further and exposing you even more.

‘You smell so sweet little one. I wonder what you taste like’ he said before, without any warning whatsoever, he dipped his head forward and in between your legs.

His warm tongue made contact with your soaking wet mound and he swirled around every inch of your pussy before dragging it through your slit with force.

‘Holy fuck’ you screamed as the sensation was so overwhelming, you could have cum right then and there.

Your breathing became laboured and you panted, causing Thomas to withdraw his mouth from your wetness.

‘No Love, you won’t cum until I give you permission’ he said firmly and you had simply no idea how to stop yourself from orgasming. But, you knew that you had to as, otherwise, he wouldn’t let you cum at all.

After another minute or two, Thomas began to suck on your clit and you knew that you couldn’t take much more of that and started to beg.

‘Please Mr Shelby…I beg you…let me cum…please’ you panted but he didn’t give you permission just yet.

‘Not yet Love’ he said firmly and you continued to pant and moan faster and faster until you couldn’t hold back any longer and came.

It was unlike anything you had ever felt before as Thomas lapped up your juices.

You dragged your nails over the wood of his desk, trying to find something to hold onto while your back arched and you raised yourself against Thomas’s waiting mouth.  

‘Oh god yes’ you screamed with trembling legs and Thomas kept on going until, when you finally came down from your high, he withdrew and slapped your pussy firmly with the palm of his hand.

You yelped in pain and he did it again, causing you to quickly close your legs shut.

‘That hurts’ you pointed out and he looked at you with disappointment.

‘Good! Because you disobeyed me little one’ he said and you looked at him with some confusion.

‘You came without permission but, since this was your first time with me, I am inclined to let it slip. But next time, remember that you will be punished if you disobey me and if you cum again without me granting you permission, I will not let you cum for a whole fucking week. Understood?’ he growled and you nodded nervously before responding with a quick ‘Yes Mr Shelby’.

‘Good girl. Now get off my desk. I have work to do’ he winked before signing the same agreement you had already signed earlier.

‘So, Mr Shelby, when would you like to begin to enforce the terms of the agreement?’ you asked curiously.

‘I have already started Love and, when I am back in London next week, I will break in this sweet little virgin pussy of yours, eh?’ he said and, whilst you should have been worried and somewhat concerned about this, you nodded with excitement.

If he could make you feel this great with his mouth alone, no doubt he can make you feel even better with his cock. That is, of course, if he permits you to cum.

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