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Dont Forget Those Diamonds Tonight

Summary- 2.2k Jimmy Dobyne x Fisher WIllows (The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond). Marriage isn't always bliss, even if it's somewhat convient. Jimmy gets tired of his wife's spoiled behaviour and decided it's time to change her tune. Warnings- Smut, Non Con, Dub Con.

Written for @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris.

Life has a funny way of flipping everything Jimmy ever expected on its heels, and stomping away. Much like his wife Fisher was doing now, heading into the party, her silver clutch gripped with a venomous anger in her hands, swinging back and forth. Sitting in the car a moment, Jimmy's nostrils flaring to get his temper under control, his eyes slide closed, repeating his age-old mantra.

I stay for Mama, I stay for Mama.

Being Fisher father's foreman, taking over his own father's job, and marrying the stuck up heiress of a daughter paid off. Barely. It was enough to keep Fisher socially happy and his mama safety in the local mental institute. The only place she could be managed. Since his father died to alcoholism, Mamas care depended on him. Although Jimmy hated it. All of it. This was purely a marriage of convenience. There was no real affection between him and Fisher. The heiress saw him as a side piece, someone to show off to her friends. Look at Fisher, she married that Jimmy boy. She's a rebel.

He was just socially high ranking enough to be considered suitable, even though at the time his father and him were dirt fucking poor living in a shack.

Thank you grandfather Governor Dobyne for something I guess.

That certainly wasn't his life now. Fisher's father built them an over sized mansion next to his for his Daughter's new life, and it came with a house full of servants to. Jimmy hated it. Hated all of it. The waste that came with this lifestyle.

With a sigh, Jimmy opened the door and straightened his tie as he walked up to the southern mansion, as soon as he entered, he put on the show he practiced over and over for Fisher's happiness. Ever the gentleman, escorting his wife around to mingle than to the dance floor for a waltz, to everyone else, they were picture-perfect couple.

No one ever knows what really goes on behind closed doors.

At first their marriage wasn't bad. It was a silent agreement they shared that night on the riverbank after that Halloween Party. Maybe it was regretting his secret romp in the back of the car with Vinnie, leaving Fisher in a state of hurt at the party they were currently at. But when Fisher curled into his side, he didn't push her away at that time. Soft whispered promises of a good life was that hook, line, and sinker. Her Daddy could give him a good job, earn enough to keep the Heiress happy.

They could grow to love each other. Marriage was about convenience. He had heard his Daddy say that over and over. “Boy, marry into money. Love is some made-up word.” While sloshed on the porch, Jimmy hauling him inside so no one saw the state his father was in.

So he did. In the beginning, when they were learning about each other, it was fun. He had the energy and enthusiasm to keep up with Fisher's whims. Work all day, escort her to some fine function that Southern Tennessee was famous for, then make love to her the rest of the night till they would pass out in a sweaty heap, sticky from the muggy night that billowed through open windows. Nothing but the buzz of mosquitos and peepers filling the early morning hours when they finally passed out.

It didn't last long though, Jimmy tried to be a dutiful husband. Coming home from work, finding Fisher fanning herself while speaking to her lady friends. He would lean to give her a peck on the cheek, and she would recoil. “I swear Jimmy, your a state. Filthy! The dust coming off you is making me wheeze. Go clean up.”

Later that night, it would be. “Jimmy you fool, the turn to the McCready Manor was right there, I swear your brain is full of cotton.”

Out on the dance floor, another bratty roll of her eyes and chiding remarks. “I KNOW Daddy paid you for that latest tux, why are you not wearing it? Everyone can see this was from last spring.”

Constant, constant complaining.

Even there sex was her pushing him off with disgust, fanning herself. “You're always so sweaty and rough. Don't you know how to treat a woman properly? Didn't Vinnie...” a sneer of the woman's name left him wishing he had married her instead. “... teach you anything worthwhile?” With a humph, Fisher would get up with a tug of her robe and go to her vanity to clean herself up, scrubbing at her porcelain skin like his touch had tainted her skin. Jimmy would just sling his arm over his eyes, repeating those words.

Doing it for Mama, Doing it for Mama.

Then that morning at breakfast, being served at there oversized table, he came down the stairs, slipping his suspenders over his shoulder and Fisher looked up, an obvious up and down look at his boots, brown slacks to White button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the suspenders holding it all together.

“Why do you dress like that Jimmy? Look like some low-class farmhand. You could at least dress like a foreman.” A disdained sniff showed her aggravation as she turned to scoop sugar into her coffee, even the way she did that had a way of pissing off Jimmy.

It was going to be one of those days.

Going to the wet bar, who the fuck cared it was 7 in the morning, he poured himself two shots of whiskey into one of the crystal glasses Fisher insisted on having. Bringing back to the head of the table where he sat.

“This is what a foreman wears Dear,” Jimmy said in a semi mocking tone, making Fisher hesitate sipping on her coffee.

“Well, it's low. You're the son in law of the owner, you should look the part. Even Daddy said you work too hard for being the boss.” She wiped her spoon clean and Jimmy sat, grabbing the paper that was sitting next to his own coffee.

“And just dirty up them fancy clothes? It seems pointless to me Fisher.” Jimmy ignored the coffee, going straight for the whiskey, taking a sip to ease some of that irritation his Loving Wife caused.

She of course scoffed at him. “Well, I didn't sign up to be no wife of some worker. I'm the Heiress Fisher Willow, I have a reputation to protect Jimmy. And since when did you start drinking like your father? You know you Dobynes can't handle your liquor.” She sneered at him across the table, both his grandfather and his father were terrible alcoholics, and Jimmy well she was driving him to want to be one. That was it, the man had enough and with a snap of the paper to the table, he shot the last of the whiskey. Slamming his hands against the table to pick himself up, he snarled back as he started to make his way to his little unknowing wife.

She had poked him for the last time with that scorching tongue.

“Heiress Fisher Willow became Mrs.Jimmy Dobyne a while ago, Sweetheart.” He reached her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as she screamed, the nearby maids coming into the room to see what was wrong.

Holding her upper arm with enough force to start bruising her perfectly flawless skin, she tried to smack at him, Jimmy gave her a shake and yelled at the maids. “Get Out, this is between the two of us.”

“No! Stay, Jimmy let me go right now before I tell Daddy how you're treating me!”

The maids knew better than to disobey their orders, they left Fisher to meet her fate with Jimmy.

“Your Daddy, Oh Wife, my dearest stupid wife. Your father couldn't wait to marry you off to me. Know what he said? “Maybe Dobyne you can make her mind some manners.” Jimmy snarled in Fishers face, she lifted her hand and smacked him across the face.

“Daddy would never say that Jimmy Dobyne, and you best watch your tongue with me!” although she knew it was true, everyone in her family was tried to pass her off to someone else. Jimmy saw red and twisted Fisher around, planting her chest against the table, causing dishes to scatter, the creamer to spill, and soak into the cloth covering the expansive table. His hand ripped up the dress she was wearing till a silk-clad bottom was shown, his fingers ripped at the fine shreddable fabric and a hard swat against her heart-shaped ass left her squealing, trying to push herself up. “HOW DARE YOU” another stinging slap.

“How dare I? I'm your husband, and I've let you get away with this shit long enough.” Another stinging hit. Another squeal of anger coming from Fisher, her ass turning a nice red. Jimmy didn't care, not anymore. One hand still leaving her pinned down against the table, he rolled his suspenders down, and jerked his pants to fall open. “Your my fucking wife, that means you are to respect me. Haven't been doing much of that have you Mrs.Dobyne?”

Fisher shifted a bit with a whine, and Jimmy knew what he would find. Maybe fucking her into oblivion would make her come around to some decency. His fingers plunged between her thighs, teasing her clit while she squirmed against the table cloth, her angered cries quickly changing a tune. He had learned a while ago what she really liked, and a slight pinch made her buck under his hand. “Jimmy...” She whined and he put more pressure against the back of her neck, hissing in her ear.

“What am I Fisher, fucking say it. And mean it when you tell me.” A smack against her nerves had her bucking again, wet slick making her thighs sticky.

“You're my husband, whom I love and respect. Fuck, please Jimmy.” she wailed, her hands fisting into the overpriced table cloth she had sent to her from England.

“Shame I don't believe you, but you do look so pretty begging.” Jimmy pulled his hand from between her thighs and knocked his boot between her ankles to have Fisher spread them while pulling himself free from his trousers. “But don't worry Wife, I plan on breaking you till you say that with absolute conviction.” His cock pressed against her entrance and slid just as if he belonged in her. Fisher wailed again as her cunts walls fluttered around his cock, and there was no waiting for him. It was about finding his own satisfaction. Dragging himself in and out of her, Fisher crying out with “ah ah ah's"

As he sped up, leaving her flailing, trying to find something to grasp, just yanking the table cloth and shaking the table with each snap of his hips slamming into her. The fine China dishes rattled to the edge and tipped over to smash on the floor, scattering shards of porcelain and food all over the place. “Jimmy! Jimmy, I can't anymore!”

“Oh, but you can and you will.” His hand wrapped around her mouth, stuffing her mouth with his slick dirtied fingers, pressing her tongue down. “And I don't want no fucking attitude about it.” And he used her, till he felt her clutch around him and dig those perfect nails to scratch down the wood surface leaving marks, her cunt milking him to fill her, give him what he's been giving her, and when her last orgasm subsided, her whimpers and cries dying down, he let himself go, finally slumping over her back and loosening his tight hold on her.

“I can't breathe Jimmy.” She struggled underneath him, and he pressed a palm against the ruined table and pulled away from her, jerking her dress back down. She pushed herself up as well as he was tucking himself away and fixing his clothes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick smeared out of place. As he was snapping the last suspenders back in place, he grabbed a hold of her chin. Fishers eyes flashed in defiance, and Jimmy snapped at her before she could open her mouth.

“Enough Wife. You listen carefully at what I got to say, Fisher. Tonight, we're staying in. No parties, no social calls, Dinner will be prepared, you will dress in your finest. And when I get home, were having our own private party. Is that understood?”

He waited expecting her to huff at his words, tell him how stupid was it to have a private party for two. But she didn't, instead she looked thoughtful and nodded. “Yes, Jimmy.”

This time he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. “Good Mrs.Dobyne, oh and be sure to swing up to the main house today when you visit your daddy. Ask your Aunt to borrow the Teardrop Diamonds for tonight. I plan of fucking you while you're wearing those.”

Fisher's mouth dropped at Jimmy's words, shocked he would use such crass language with her, and his fingers pressed against the bottom of her chin to shut her mouth.

“Don't forget sweetheart, I play the upper-class husband, but you married a low-class man.”

Leaving her still in shock, Jimmy left whistling, grabbing his jacket off the rack. Fisher had never been left so speechless before in her life.

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yes hello amygda i've been lurking here for quite some time and it's lovely but honestly i don't feel like saying the usual wOw YoUr BlOg Is 100% GuD and i AdOrE iT stuff. i mean your blog actually is and i do but it almost feels obligatory when every single ClasspectMe ask does that. and le oops, i spilled it - it'd be nice to hear your ideas about my Mythological Role! i've been searching for the right one for some time now. i trust your knowledge, though.

anyway personality is the first thing i want to describe. and the hardest one as well. you see, a common thing in my life is that i can't remember anything. like literally i remember less than 1% of everything that happened to me, ever. it's easier to describe what i was feeling than what actually happened. it's a genetic thing iirc because my mom has that too, but that's beside the point. i'm quite a talkative person and i tend to do the thing i did like a sentence before a lot. i used to be described as "impulsive and agressive" but that isn't true anymore, i can contain myself. that's probably the thing that led to my emotions being kind of, uh, separate from my mind. by that i mean i actually know i felt something a little bit after the fact, i just, i dunno, ignore it so hard i don't even acknowledge the feeling. that led to me joking about "selling my soul to a demon" as an explanation and the joke is still running

i kind of roleplay an arrogant piece of shit? not as a Knight-type persona but like for fun and not actually annoying anyone too much, and basically everyone knows i do. no self-worth problems though

surprisingly i don't have any problems typical for people my age and my family isn't a bunch of assholes, which has both led me to living a life in "easy mode" and to me being spoiled enough not to give a shit about basically anything. it's not a depressed thing: there are little to none things that motivate me besides "i have to" and "i'll literally die if i won't", and even the ones that exist don't seem to have any relation to one another. i'd say i'm an ambivert, but that would imply that i get energy from both being alone and from being with people, and i don't get it at all. i'd also say i'm a pessimist, but honestly i'm just an optimist that tries really hard to be pessimistic and it really shows sometimes, like when i tell my friends some edgy sarcastic shit and then help someone for no reason or give a stranger a chocolate bar or something. i do that a lot for my actual friends though and i actually have no problem making friendos and opening up to anyone

i use mutedHypocrisy as my chumhandle-ish nickname because 1. i don't really judge anyone out loud? i have are a lot of bUdDiEs with DEBATABLE opinions but i just don't discuss it almost ever, keeping to myself. not really a reason for this. and 2. because of my extremely unique memory i usually dont havr or don't remember any opinions of my own except for some really important ones, which had led me to saying two opposite takes on the same thing to a single person, them going "what the fuck", and that happened more than a single time.

on to symbols. well, the tarot cards mark me as The Star and my fate as a fate of The Fool. which is shown by me being, well, talented enough and having a lot of freedom but not enough ambition to really use it, making me basically useless. also the star thing? its number is 17 and the one before is 16, which is the Tower, which is a fucking cataclysm, and the thing is me being a few hours away from being born under "the tower" is also reflected in the situation in which i was born. i won't elaborate though cuz thats personal shit.

i guess fate kind of likes playing with me? in a friendly way. like i'm always in the best circumstances possible BUT i get trolled by luck along the way. like that friend who pranks you a lot but is actually a nice person and is fun to be around, the world around me feels, as i already said, "easy mode". a lot of people have it worse. i feel bad because i've got everything one could ever want but zero motivation and ambition to do things. and it's not even a "willpower" problem, because that thing helps me do A LOT and is the only reason i'm still functional.

i seem to have an affinity for the things i hate, even though this sounds stupid as fuck. i may despise something completely but i'll be like the meme about a guy who says "disgusting" and keeps looking anyway.

i perceive things as a play, making myself a fourth-wall-breaker type of character. i don't think i take it too seriously but that's kinda fun. i think it started when i noticed that my life and the projects i participate in have some patterns that don't change at all. it's not a thing about some situations always being the same, it's some specific things -- the beginnings and endings of ppl's relationships in the friend group, their roles there and my relationships with the people on em, for example. that's some conspiracy theorist shit right there though.

i don't think i can describe my arcs? i don't remember them. like i mean i was literally babied throughout my whole life, even if not in a way i hate or in an overbearing/limiting way. i had some anger issues and despised rules, but that's a teenager thing mostly -- i respect them now for the most part.

if there's anything important i forgot please tell me!!! can't describe my own ass right if i don't remember 95% of my life. love your work anyway.

Well, as much as it's appreciated, it's definitely not obligatory! And I hope no one feels that it is. Now, there's a few possible options. The main things to consider are Rogue or Mage of Heart and Heir or Maid of Mind, though you may also want to consider Void or Breath as the aspects.

You lack Heart in various ways, though not completely. You still try to take on various opinions or roles. This could be due to being a Rogue of Heart. Rogues tend to lack their aspects, and the taking on of opinions/roles could be stealing Heart. You do seem to focus on things like emotions and relationships, and especially your lack of motivation. Mages can also lack their aspect, but this tends to cause them to suffer - you don’t appear to focus on suffering too much, so it’s not as likely as Rogue. However, if you feel that you attempt to experience Heart to learn about it rather than simply just taking it on, then you might want to consider it.

Alternatively, you could be an Heir of Mind - this is less likely as you only seem to have focus on the roles and adaptability of Mind while you focus on many more parts of Heart. However, if you were so caught up in those things like an Heir could be, it might explain why you ignore those things and lack parts of Heart as well. A Maid is also likely to get caught up serving only particular parts of their aspect - again, this is less likely than Heir as you seem to change Mind rather than create it, but you might feel differently on this.

To decide between the Heart or Mind would depend on how you define things like your roleplay - does it feel like an exploration and taking (or experiencing) of Heart or does it feel like a changing/creating of roles which would suit Mind?

You could also consider Void if it feels like the circumstances of your life causes you to live in confusion and if it feels like your lack of memory is the main focus rather than it causing you to miss parts of Heart. Reading what you gave me it doesn’t seem to be the case, but you could decide otherwise. In a similar way, Breath could be an option if you feel disconnected from things, especially as you do focus a bit on freedom. For both of these aspects you could consider Heir, Maid or Mage as an option, especially as with Breath you’re clearly not connected to parts of it like motivation.

Hopefully this helps! Sorry it’s a lot of options, so feel free to ask me anything to help you narrow it down. ^^

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Cheerful Host-part 9 (Reupload)

The past months have been hell on earth. A nightmare come true. These dumb fucking bimbos have been training me to reply to their every command whether it be to finger my pussy or fondle my nipples or bounce up and down to make my massive knockers bounce in public…but I wont give in to their orders!…unfortunately I have a bad feeling my decision to disobey will prove fruitless and harmful to me and my assets.

“Where are you taking me? Why are we going back to the mall, havent you embaressed me enough in that victoria’s secret earlier? What else could you sluts possibly want?” I spoke to the hive of bimbos in an annoyed tone.

Juggs responded “well a perfect bimbo needs a perfect makeover isnt that right ladies? And what better place to start than getting those already fat lips pumped up even more hehe!”.

“What?!?! No, please I already have ridiculously fake, plastic jugs and booty please I cant handle any more implants!” I begged the bimbos.

“Thats exactly the point silly billy! We, like already pumped up your tits and ass so now we need to top off this bimbo cake with some big, fat, fake dick sucking lips!” ariana spoke in a mocking voice.

I began to tear up at the thought of how goofy I would look with massive fake lips and how hard it would be to speak or communicate

“Please ladies, dont do this to me I will do anything…anything at all!”.

“Awe mega mountains thats cute, if we want something from you we will make you do it…speaking of which…play with us right now! Hands on your tits and pussy, girl!” Juggs demanded.

“WHAT!?!? Were in the middle of a fucking mall are you crazy?!?!” I whispered into my cleavage as to not seem crazy infront of the crowd of mall-goers bustling the crowded building.

“EXACTLY!” The bimbos all shouted at once.

I then began to feel the all too familiar feeling of my pussy and nipples swelling up…it felt…AMAZING.

“wont you play with us now, mountains…come on you know you want too” nicki spoke in a seducing, childish tone.

“Hurry up bitch, were not letting you go anywhere until you obey us!” Jugs shouted in the back of my mind.

I gave in to the feelings and dove my hands into my tight top and shorts and began to play with myself. My attempts to stifle my moans proved to be no help as every passing pedestrian either looked at me disgusted, whistled at me or copped a feel themselves.

“Hmmmm these horny guys grabbing a feel gives me an idea, mountains present your huge jugs to the next chick that walks by and beg her to feel you up hahahaha!” Juggs suggested, the other 59 bimbos controlling me all laughed at my situation and decided to pump up the sensitivity in my delicate areas.

The slightest brush from my tight clothes was enough to bring up an accidental squeal in ecstasy. Without hesitation I hefted my titties up to an approaching goth high schooler who had just exited the mall’s hot topic.

“Please, please play with my tits! I need release so bad!” I shouted at the young lady as my knees were shaking and my arms were swiftly giving out from attempting to carry my enormous knockers.

“What the fuck!?!? No way you dumb bimbo!” The goth hissed at me before storming off, dissapearing into the dense crowd of shoppers.

“Girls, please make this end. My shorts are soaking wet and im so tired from hefting my boobs around in everyones faces amd playing with myself for the past hour” I begged the bimbos.

Juggs replied “Okay fine mountains…we will save this for later when your makeover is done!”.

The bimbos all squealed at my suffering as they swiftly brought me back to my feet out of my puddle of pleasure and strutted me over to the mall’s lip injection clinic. The sluts strapped me down to a leather chair in the back of the store as a curvy nurse holding several needles appeared.

“Oh my god can we please talk abou…” my speech was cut off by the nurse pumping the needles into my face all at once.

The sensation of my lips filling to the brim with silicone felt terrible. It took several minutes to finish her injections and by the time she finished half of my view was obstructed by my now cartoonishly large top lip.

“Mmpppff mmppff mmpppfff!” I lost the ability to open my mouth enough to create words.

My lips have become too fat and heavy to be able to open my mouth. “Perfect! I have never done silicone injections that large before but I made a special case for you so you better enjoy it!” The nurse said to me in a cheerul tone as she grabbed a handful of my bottom lip to test its thickness.

“This is perfect! No more backtalk from miss mega mountains!” Nicki interjected.

The sluts all cackled at my inability to speak as I was lifted up off the leather seat and out of the nurse’s office.

“Next stop, a new wardrobe!” Jugs announced.

“Mmmmmppppfff!” I attempted to plead to the sluts.

“Silly mountains theres no point in rebelling. We just took away your one way of communicating with the outside world. You are all ours now” juggs said with a triumphant jiggle of my colossal titties.

“Now play with us…or else…” Nicki demanded.

I didnt hesitate and quickly stuffed my hands down my bra and worked my nipples as best as I could to satisfy the bimbos. Several people passing by either gave me a dirty look, blushed, looked away or hollered at me like some kind of dog. After several minutes and many awkward interactions we approached a lingerie shop I had never noticed in the mall before.

“Alright ladies GO WILD!” Juggs announced to her hive of sluts as I was forced to sprint into the sex shop as my big boobs hit me in the face several times.

The sluts selected several outfits: a christmas themed bikini, a sexy nun costume, a leopard print bodysuit, an obviously too small tracksuit, a latex devil outfit and a tiny pair of panties with an equally miniature bra to go with it. I was practically pushed into the change rooms by my swarm of sluts to the confusion of the clerk at the store and got a look in the mirror at my current situation. I felt like breaking down crying.

I looked like a cartoon character, I barely fit in the change room with my enormous caboose and fat melons attached to me and to top it off I now sported the biggest pair of fake lips I have ever seen, they reached past my chin and rested just below my eyes “MMMMMPPPPFFF!”.

“Like what you see, mega mountains?” Juggs taunted.

“MMMMMMPPPPPFFF!”.

“Yeah, we are all pretty sexy together arent we, I suppose you should be thanking us that there is no reverse spell to separate us…yeah…were one big bimbo together forever.” Juggs mocked as I stared in utter shock at what I had become.

“Ummm excuse me if you are done, like, pouting we have some outifts to try on” kim said in a spiteful tone.

The girls then reached for their first outfit…the santa bikini. All the outfit consisted of was a red mini bikini with a santa hat. The bimbos finished dressing me up and proceeded to put me in as many lusty poses as they could think of, it was so degrating watching my now ruined body being paraded around like this. Every single one of my private bits were on full display…my large and in charge nipples are easily distinguished from the tiny fabric of the bikini top, the bottom of the bikini served as nothing other than a string of cloth rammed up my ass and served no other use other than to split my fat pussy lips. After several minutes the bimbos decided to move on to my next outfit…a sexy nun outfit…compared to my last get up this outfit was actually quite conservative. The costume consisted of a regular nun’s cap and robe with the main draw being the large frame in which the purpose is to display as much cleavage as humanly possible and of course the sluts spared no time as they adjusted my boobs until as much titflesh was spilling out as possible. They became bored of the maid outfit rather quickly probably due to how much skin it covered. The next suit the bimbos decided to stuff me into was a leopard print bodysuit, after zipping up the suit my breath was sucked away as the suit hugged and pushed up all of my curves.

“MMMMPPPPFPFF!” I tried as best as I could to communicate to the bimbos that I couldnt breathe under all my titflesh but my begs were of to no avail as the sluts continued to pose me in any way they pleased without a hitch.

“Damn girls look at our tits! This cleavage goes on forever and ever!” Ariana spoke in a lustful tone to her fellow sluts.

My next outfit was an extremely tight tracksuit. My enormous junk in the trunk was tucked into the extra small tights resulting in a brought up squeal from the cameltoe being firmly set in whilst the tights run deeply into my own ass crack, next the track jacket was zipped all the way up resulting in my titties looking like beanbag chairs stuck in a suit.

“Ooooohh I like this outfit! And it seems like mountains is enjoying it as well. Look how much shes blushing!” Kim pointed out.

“I know what will really get mountains going” juggs said as she took over my whole body.

I felt my lips open as I was forced to speak into the mirror…wait how was she making me talk with my fat, fake lips?!?!

“Hey samantha…enjoying the ride? I sure hope you are because its going to get so much sweeter…we will never stop recruiting sluts to join our hive and you will never escape being the host of our hive. You will never be rid of your massive knockers, your big fat booty or us…so get used to it bitch because you are under new management. The bimbos management” Juggs finished her speech and returned to her respective consiousness in my jugs.

I felt like crying but my big fake lips only allowed me to hold a ridiculous duck face as I stared full view at my figure. Whilst I was distracted the sluts undressed me from the tracksuit and quickly suited me up into a hot red latex bodysuit and attachable devil horns. The slut squad stuffed my extreme assets into the bodysuit to the point of deriving severe discomfort from within the suit. “Perfect!” Jugs announced as she assessed the fruits of her labour by fondling my tight implants and injections.

“Yes, a million times yes! Lets roll girls!” Juggs announced to her fellow bimbos as I strutted out of the sex shop.

“Mmmmppppfff mmmpppff!” I tried conveying to the sluts my terrible discomfort due to the constraints of the bodysuit but my begs and moans fell on deaf ears as they kept bouncing me along like some kind of pornstar preparing for a shoot.

I looked absolutely ridiculous, I looked like jessica rabbit going to a bdsm convention.

“*ahem* we need some attention down here mountains, come on dont you know how to be a good guest?” Jugs spoke in a sharp, snarky tone.

I stuffed my hands down the front of my suit which only made my discomfort more extreme and began working my nipples to please the bimbo hive.

“Now don't you dare take your hands off your tits until we say so or you will feel the wrath of the bimbos” juggs hissed.

I continued playing with my mountains as I was forced to walk through the entire mall as if to display to everyone what I had become, this is so fucking humiliating. My face was burning red by this point which only further put my heavy makeup job front and centre. It took several minutes to exit the mall and by the time we had my pussy was ready to burst but the sluts refused to supply me release. With my new outfit pushing up my knockers and booty combined with my new fat lips I now felt even more embarressed to be seen in public. The people only see me as a bimbo now and now with my massive lips I cant even talk back…I am now a passenger to my own body at the horny hands of 60 bimbos, sluts, whores and strippers….wait why are we going back to the strip club!?!?!…

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moistmailman · 5 years

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Princess Neo AU

Roman, groaning loudly: Sweetheart, I’m just trying to protect you! That is all!

Neo, angrily signing: I do not need a bodyguard on me at all times! I’m not a damn damsel!

Roman: I know that! It’s just that...well, you are a very important girl and some people will try to hurt you!

Neo, signing: So you’re implying that I can’t protect myself!?

Roman: Pfft, What!? No! Of course not! Why would you think that?

Neo, signing: Then why are you insisting on getting me a bodyguard!?

Roman: I......well......uhm......

Neo: *Staring accusingly at Roman*

Roman, shivering: O-Okay look, can you just work with me!? Please!?

Neo, signing: *stomping her foot* No! I won’t! I don’t need a damn bodyguard! I can handle myself!

Roman: YOU ARE BARELY OVER FIVE FOOT, NEO! YOU ARE TINY AND NEED TO BE PROTECTED!

Neo, wide eyed:........

Roman, grimacing: Wait no, that came out wro—

Neo: *rolls up her sleeves*

Roman: Oh no....

Neo, signing really really fast: OK LISTEN HERE YOU SACK OF SHIT!

Maid 1, wide eyed: Oh boy. The princess is quite angry today. How can King Roman even understand her? She’s signing so fast.

Maid 2, nonchalantly: Princess Neo is a sassy child. She does this a lot.

Maid 1: Really?

Neo, still signing: I SWEAR TO GOD OF YOU EVER CALL ME TINY AGAIN THEN I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS—

Roman, nodding along: Yeah Yeah.

Maid 1: Oh man, I can’t even keep up with her at the moment. Can you?

Maid 2, nodding: Yeah, right now she’s going through the details of her shoving her foot up her father’s ass at the moment.

Maid 1, covering her mouth: Oh my.

Maid 2: Oh my is right.

Roman, terrified: S-sweetheart, p-please.

Neo: *Signs something*

Roman: *Gasps*

Maid 2, wide eyed: Oh my.

Maid 1: What? What did she just say?

Maid 2, grimacing: Trust me, you don’t want to know.

Neo, signing: So don’t you dare try to put a damn body guard on me! Got that!

Roman:........uhm....well, we have a problem. The knight is on her way to the castle as we speak.

Neo, signing: WHAT!?

Roman, cowering: Y-Yeah, they should be here at any moment actually. She just got here by horseback.

Neo, angrily signing: SEND THEM BACK THEN! I DONT NEED THEM!

Roman: I can’t just do that! The young lady traveled all the way from Mistral! I can’t just turn her away!

Neo, signing: WELL I’M GOING TO SPIT ON HER!

Roman: YOU ARE GOING TO DO NO SUCH THING! THIS YOUNG LADY TRAVELED FOR DAYS TO GET HERE, AND SHE’S NOT GOING TO BE SPIT ON WHEN SHE FIRST ENTER THIS CASTLE!

Neo, signing: YOU CANT STOP ME!

Maid 1: What’s going on? Why is King Roman talking about spitting?

Maid 2: Neo is going to spit on the knight from mistral.

Maid 1: What?!

Maid 2: Honestly she’s done worst to people.

Roman: OH MY GODS! JUST PLEASE WORK WITH ME! IM YOUR FATHER AND YOU SHOU—

Neo: *Kicks Roman in the shins*

Roman, hopping: OW YOU LITTLE GREMLIN! WHERE DID I GO WRONG SITH YOU!?

Neo: >:P

Roman, still hopping: THAT DOES IT! I AM PUTTING MY FOOT DO—

Emerald: Your majesty!

Roman: Yes?

Emerald: Knight Nikos has finally arrived at the castle!

Roman, panicking: Oh shit! Tell her to not come into the throne room! My daughter is going wild right now! Threatening with spit!

Emerald, tilting her head: What?

Roman, shaking his head: It doesn’t matter! Just make sure she doesn’t come in here!

Emerald: But sir, she should be in here—

*Suddenly a tall redhead with green eyes and full knights armor walks in*

Emerald, cringing: any second now....

Roman, under his breath: Oh shit....

Neo, wide eyed:..........

Pyrrha, bowing down: Your majesty. I have traveled all the way from Mistral to protect your daughter from any sort of harm that will come her way.

Roman, awkwardly swallowing: O-oh, that’s uh....that’s cool. Glad to have you. *looks at Neo*

Neo, staring right Pyrrha with her cheeks slightly tinted red:..........

Pyrrha: So it comes to my knowledge that your daughter is mute, yes?

Roman, on edge: Hmm Hmm. Yeah, she is.

Pyrrha, nodding: Okay. Well thankfully I took some classes for that, so I should be able to communicate with her, as long as she speaks slowly to me that is.

Roman, nodding: Okay.

Pyrrha, gesturing towards Neo: So I imagine that this is your daughter.

Roman, nodding: Yep. This is her alright......

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I hope we both can get along.

Roman, grimacing: *mumbles* Oh no, she’s very sweet too. She doesn’t deserve this.

Neo, still staring at Pyrrha:..........*starts walking towards Pyrrha*

Roman, under his breath: Oh shit! Here it comes! She’s going to spit on her like a child!

Neo, approaching Pyrrha with a mischievous glint in her eyes:.........

Pyrrha, respecting nodding: My princess. It will be an honor serving under you.

Neo, smirking:.......

Roman: Oh gods, here it comes. This is going to be so embarrassing.

Neo: *Extends her hand to Pyrrha*

Roman: Eh?

Pyrrha: Huh?

Neo: *Spins her wrist, putting emphasis on her hand*

Pyrrha, confused: I’m sorry, what do you want me to......OH! I see.

*Pyrrha kneels down and takes Neo’s hand into hers*

Pyrrha: I swear I will protect you with my life, my lady.

Roman, baffled: What.....what the hell is she doing?

Neo: *Smiles before shaking her head at Pyrrha*

Pyrrha, raising an eyebrow: Uh... I’m sorry? Did I not do what you wanted?

Neo: *shakes her head again*

Pyrrha: O-oh well uhm....what do you want me to do, my lady?

Neo: *points to her lips, before pointing to her hands*

Pyrrha, thinkng:........O-OH, I-I See. Y-you want me to— o-Okay, I can do that.

*Pyrrha descends her lips onto Neo’s hand before kissing it*

Neo, silently giggling: *signing* That’s much better. Not only 2 minutes in and you’re already spoiling your princess. I can tell I’m going to like you a lot *winks*

Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh. Uhm...t-thank you, m-my lady. I really appreciate the compliment.

Roman, absolutely baffled: What in the fuck is happening?

Maid 1:.....did the princess just giggle?

Maid 2: Yeah. She did.

Maid 1: Has....has she done this before?

Maid 2: Yeah, But never like this before. She usually giggles when she annoys someone, or hurt someone, or bring any type of inconvenience to anyone. But not once has Neo ever giggles like a silent anime girl.

Maid 1: What’s anime?

Maid 2: Shh shh! She’s saying something!

Neo, signing moderately fast: You know it’s kinda funny. I was going to spit on you at first, but now that I’ve seen how gorgeous you are, I kinda rather you spit on me instead~

Roman, repulsed: Oh god!

Pyrrha, confused: Uh...I’m sorry. I didn’t quite get that. You signed too fast. Uh...what did you say exactly?

Neo, signing more slowly: I said—

Roman, embarrassed: S-SHE SAID THAT SHE CANT WAIT TO GET TO KNOW YOU, KNIGHT NIKOS!

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh did she?

Neo, signing moderately fast: Gods, I bet if I took that armor off then you will be like a chiseled statue under there. *shivers* Oh man, what I wouldn’t do to just touch your beautiful abs.

Pyrrha: Uhm...again, I didn’t quite get that either. Is she cold? She shivered just now.

Roman: Y-Yeah, She’s cold! Y-you should escort her back to your bed chambers to warm up!

Pyrrha, nodding: Right. I will do that then.

Neo, signing moderately fast: Oh my bed chambers you say? I couldn’t agree me~

Pyrrha: What did she—

Roman, blushing: SHE DOESNT WANT TO GO TO HER BED CHAMBERS ACTUALLY! SHE WANTS TO GO TO THE FIREPLACE IN THE NEXT ROOM ACTUALLY!

Pyrrha: O-oh. Okay. I can do that. Shall we, my princess?

Neo: *Takes Pyrrha by her arm and cuddle into it*

Roman, rubbing his head soothingly: God damn it, Neo. Quite it.

Pyrrha, slightly blushing: O-oh, Okay. I guess you can do that. I am escorting you after all, right? *giggles*

Neo, signing moderately fast: I can not wait to here how my names sounds when you are moaning it.

Pyrrha: Hmm?

Neo, signing regularly: Lets go to the fire place already. I’m freezing.

Pyrrha: Right. Let’s.

*Pyrrha escorts Neo out of the room*

Roman, groaning into his hands: *muffled: God damn it.

Maid 1: Hey, at least the princess likes her. That’s good, right?

Roman, sighing: Yeah....But we also made and released a horny gremlin on Knight Nikos.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #neopolitian (rwby)#neo rwby #spearmint rwby #spearmint #roman torchwick #emerald sustrai #rwby rarepairs #imagine your otp #imagine your ship #princess neo au

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astroyongie · 5 years

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Highway To Hell ✨

Note: finally some action ! Thank you for supporting this ! And please let me know if I should change things or not !

Chapter 5

( warnings : mention of violence , blood , strong language and physical violence )

-> find all chapters here : HTH

There’s no reason why evil can’t triumph just as much as good does. Good is just an idea that people put in place to forget about their sins, about their reasons and actions. A behavioural condition that the society put in place to cage you, and control your emotions thoughts and values . But the true is that evil resides in every human. And we cannot escape it nor control it. And what we decide to do with it is the final consequences that can both lead us to destruction or power.

Once his father said “ in the world we built, the only faith you should have is the one that keeps you standing. Trust no one. Care for no one. And everytime you look back don’t forget wolves are waiting for you to stumble so they can conquer your crown “. Taeyong knew his father was right. Yet he wasn’t his father. His father cared about money, about raising a successful business, about respect. He didn’t care about money, about everyone thoughts or the business itself. A king shouldn’t feel concern about the option of the sheep, no. A king’s purpose is to rule. To rule and to destroy any threat to his reign. The penthouse was elegantly decorated and warmth, and he made a mental note to thank Moon later. His clients were gathering on the big saloon, his members dispatched around the house as well. Everyone had a work to do. Kyungsoo, Mark, Yuta, Chanyeol and Doyoung were guarding the house and making the security. Johnny, Suho, Hendery, Xiaojun , Sehun, Winwin, Jaehyun and Lay were gathered in the saloon, attending their business and putting a facette. The young recuits were serving pretending to be maids for the night, and also learning. Lucas , Ten and Kai were already all over the important Clients to gather the information Taeyong had asked for. The rest of the boys changing between pretending to be normal guests and doing their work. You never thought that you would be allowed to walk around of so many people yet there you were. You and Moon wearing a short black dress and white bow and apron while serving people around the house

“ Do we really need to be dressed like this? “ you asked annoyed and Moon couldn’t help but smile

“ Shut up you look great. Plus everyone on this gathering is important. We need to look good. Now put a smile on your face and go serve people “ she hurried you before grabbing her own trail and starting to go through the party to serve people drinks.

You grabbed your own trail and started to to get into it. Everyone was dressed nicely and fact and you could tell everyone was damn rich or at least pretending they were. You noticed at the end of the room, Taeyong standing there in all his glory, Haechan and Chen by his side like two bodyguards. Even if personally you thought the man needed no guarding at all.

After all his bodyguards were the ones needing to be cautions to be so close to him. You kept staring at the handsome man Not noticing that your eyes locked with Taeyong’s one. you quickly turned around, pertending this was only a coincidence, only to meet that annoying tall boy

“wow there “ Johnny said with a smirk as he grabbed one of the pastries that you had on your trail “ be careful. You wouldn’t want to stain one of the guests “

“actually my secret mission is to stain you. “

“ Too bad you failed then “ Johnny said smirking

“ Well I still have the all night dont I “ you said with a sarcastic smile before walking away from Johnny nothing more but ignore the tall boy. As you continued you noticed Moon on the other side of the room, talking with two girls. One of them you recognised being Yuna- a secretary for all that you understood, the one that apparently worked with Taeyong on his «real» entreprise- and Sunnie who was married to Taeil a small guy who came around the penthouse to cure wounds. Probably a doctor you thought. Yoi sighed keeping the serving knowing that it didn’t mattered how close you were getting to Moon, those girls wouldn’t be your friends - not that you had the intention anyway-.

Tonight would be a big night .

Baekhyun filled his mouth with cheetos, as his eyes scanned the screen of the surveillance cameras of the house and of the quarter, searching for any illegal activity that he could report. He was currently in the camera room of the house, the only light being the screens which scanned his pale skin in a green tone. He tapped into his earpiece once his target was viewed

“ Yuta ? Target N3 is going to the east hall by himself. Follow him, make sure he doesn’t get his nose around “

“ Got it “ he heard Yuta’s voice from the other side. Baekhyun hummed before leaning against his chair, sighing. That until the door of the room opened. Mark entered in , closing the door after him and flopping next to Baekhyun, and letting his rifle fall over his knees with the biggest calmness

“ Weren’t you supposed to be outside for security , young brother ?” Baekhyun asked which made mark hum gently

“ Theres nothing interesting happening outside. I would have preferred to be on the saloon” he complained before his brother chuckled

“ of course you would have-“ baekhyun said before he stopped himself as he noticed that the screen of one of the cameras that was on the street went off. The boy quickly started tipping on his laptop trying to get control of the camera

“whats up” mark asked sensing that his brother wasn’t happy

“I lost the east camera .. someone got into it “ the male said before all the rest of the cameras went off which made baekhyun curse under his breath “ fuck fuck , someone got in “

“ What do you mean someone got in ? You are supposed to be an Hacker Baek! Not to get hacked !” Mark said annoyed as he watched his brother tapping furiously on his laptop to get the cameras back to control

“fuck ! Go now ! Go! Tell Taeyong someone is in! “ Baekhyun yelled and mark grabbed his riffle before running out of room. He needed to be quick before a disaster happened. Even if they didn’t know what happened or whom this was or even if it was just a technical problem, the fact that they had so many important people on the saloon made things sensitive. They couldn’t let anything happen or else Taeyong would murder them

“ We under attack !” Mark yelled through his earpiece hoping that the rest of the boys would start moving.

You watched as the music of the ball played along the walls. Moon stood beside you, her eyes on Jaehyun who was currently dancing with an unknown girl. But for someone reason Moon didn’t seemed bothered at all, but before you could ask Moon, about why wasn’t she bothered about the fact that her boyfriend was with another, she replied

“its his work. He does what he does because its his mission” she explained before eyeing the rest of the boys around, almost like a concerned mother. Then a young man appeared in front of them. He was talk, his hair neatly done and he certainly gave of an handsome and rich vibe. You recognized him but didn’t know his name.

“would you like a dance ?” He asked eyeing Moon who smiled gently at him

“shouldn’t you be dancing with richer girls Sehun?” Moon asked and the tall man smiled coyly at her

“I should, but none are of my taste. I’m sure boss won’t mind “ he pointed out and she smiled before giving you a look and accepting his hand.

You watched as both of them left for the dance floor, joining everyone else. You sighed watching around once more. All the young recuits were standing against the wall their eyes on the guests. They certainly were taking their job seriously even more with the fact that their boss was present. You checked them out one by one, memorizing their face before you felt a hand around your waist pulling you forward

“ You haven’t stained my shirt yet “ Johnny whispered seductivly into your ear as you groaned looking up at him as Johnny Brough you to the dance floor. Even if you wanted to escape your couldn’t, his grip being tight and firm on you

“ I couldn’t waste my time you know “ you said before Johnny put his hand firmly on your waist, grabbing the other hand with his free one before starting to move with the rhythm of the music despite already being on the middle“ I don’t know how to dance “ you replied embarrassed and Johnny hummed

“just pretend you know what you doing.. I wanted to talk to you” he spoke softly making sure no one heard what they were saying. “ I spoke with a friend of mine.. about your dead owner “ Johnny started “ he was a friend of him.. interesting to point out that he never saw you there “

“I don’t think your guests know about your prisoner’s boss as well “ you replied meeting Johnny’s eyes “ I was locked up” Johnny hummed

“you were .. other interesting thing.. your owner was well known for human trafficking.. “ he said and yoi looked up at Johnny without understanding what he was trying to say

“ You must really be obsessed with me if you are still trying to figure out who sold me ?”

“ Just wanted to make sure darling “ the tall man said before pulling you closer. You both danced quietly, surrounded by the thick smoke of the expensive cigarettes and the soft classic music. You didn’t know why but despite all the threats and the tentatives of discovering your true identity, you didn’t felt threatened by Johnny. Not the slightest.

Mark ran toward Taeyong whom was focus on the people dancing at the moment. His champagne glass was still on his hand yet he had barely drank it. He looked over at Mark as the young man reached him, his face red from the effort which made the boss frown

“we ar-“ a big explosion was heard as the window’s of the saloon exploded into hundred of pieces making everyone shout out in either horror or pain. Everyone feel on the ground, their eardrums making a whistelig noise from the intensity of the chock. Johnny quickly slammed himself and you on the ground using his body to protect you as the glass fell heavily into the floor

“Moon !!!” Jaehyun yelled loudly after his initial shock, quickly grabbing his gun from his back pocket before running to his girlfriend who was on the ground with Sehun. Half of the guests kept on the ground, some still controlled by the fear while others started to stand up as well, trying to escape the hell this night had turned out. Panic was quickly installed on the walls of the penthouse

“the fuck was that ?” Sehun asked angrily as he got into his feet, grabbing his own gun. Moon sat up, holding into jaehyun’s arm for support. They have never been attacked on the penthouse. No one would ever dare to attack the penthouse.. how could this be possible. The guests were still screaming and panicking trying to find the exit before another detonation happened making the grounds tremble this time which only earn more screaming.

“what the fuck happened?!” Taeyong asked angrily as he stood up from the ground before grabbing mark by his shirt

“someone broke into the camera “ Mark said in panic

“who?!”

“baekhyun is looking into it “ the young male said and taeyong growled as he pushed Mark away and grabbed his own gun

“ Go now ! I want those bastards dead” the male gave the order. He couldn’t believe someone had the guts to actually come to his house and threaten him. Taeyong swore he would make them wish for death. Then suddenly there was shots coming from outside. Everyone started to scream once again, actually fearing for their life. The worst was when the shots started to hit people , making them drop dead on the ground as the boss used the dead bodies as a ways to protect himself. Jaehyun brought Moon behind the fallen tables, using it as protection. Behind it was already Johnny, still holding you close to his body as your eyes showed nothing but confusion

“ The hell is happening ?” Johnny asked as he loaded his gun before aiming outside and shooting as well even though he couldn’t see who was attacking him

“we under attack! Those fucking rats” jaehyun growled before looking at Moon “ I’ve to get you out of here “ he said and she shook her head

“ I’m not leaving you behind!” She said tears starting to run down her cheeks and Jaehyun could swear he would rip apart those who made the love of his life cry that way.

“I promise I’ll be back to you okay ? You need to go now, take the way back” jaehyun said before he looked over at You “ go with her “ he ordered and you nodded before grabbing Moon’s hand, your instincts kicking in

“c’mon “ you said and Moon tried to resist but knew she couldn’t hold him down. You girls started to run out of the saloon, only to meet Jeno and Jeamin on the hall.

Jaemin was on the ground groaning in pain and holding his bloody arm against his chest while Jeno was offering cover. Moon yelped at the sight before starting crying this time. You looked around before going to Jaemin and kneeling beside him to inspect his wound

“its just a scratch. You will be fine. Cmon get up” you said helping the young boy up “ can you cover for us ? “ you asked looking at Jeno and the boy made a quick nod before the four of you started to run toward the backs of the penthouse. They would hear shots and screams from outside as well as detonations that were still going on. Everything was mess and you could tell that everyone was confused. And surprisingly you weren’t.

While you were running for your lives, outside things were bloody. Yuta, Chanyeol and Doyoung were covering the east side, growling as the exchange of shots kept going

“ The fuck are they ! We can’t see shit !” Yuta growled annoyed as he hid behind one of the statues of the garden before shooting toward where the shots were coming from. However it felt like shooting shadows and that annoyed the boys. They were being fired at and yet they couldn’t tell from where it was being fired and where their enemies were

“copy that” Doyoung said after receiving a message from his earpiece “ Taeyong wants us to move forward. He said ‘make it bloody’ “ the dark haired man said making both Chanyeol and Yuta smile

“ Don’t we always ?” The tallest of them spoke as he started to move forward, the rest following close behind. They would gladly kill them all. After all, Chanyeol, Doyoung and Yuta belonged to the Elite team that Taeyong possessed along with Kyungsoo . And they have never let their boss down.

As Moon and Jeno reached the back of the house, you helped Jaemin sitting down. The boy groaned as his body hit the cold floor. They were actually in the garage which was filled with expensive cars that clearly didn’t belonged only to Taeyong. Jeno then started to search for the keys of any of the vehicles while You tried to use a piece of your dress to make Jaemin’s bleeding stop. Moon her was walking around stressed, her mind filled with worry knowing that her boyfriend and brothers were out there.

She was used to this, used to danger to know that all boys constantly put their lives at risk for this stupid job. Yet she had never experienced it herself since the Penthouse had always been the most safest place.

“where did you learnt to make bandages ?” Jaemin asked as he looked down at his arm and You didn’t smiled or looked up at him, focusing on your work

“where did you learnt to get shot ?” You asked not answering his question. The young boy smiled before suddenly the garage door opened, a man dressed in black and using a mask entered. His gun was immediately pointed toward Moon and then you which only made adrenaline get higher. Jeno who wasn’t seen by the man, quickly hid behind one of the cars.

“now what we have got here ?” The man asked clearly happy with what he had found. You turned around using your body to protect Jaemin as Moon held her hands on the air, her tears still wetting her face.

“we just servents at the party” You said, putting your hands up and slowly standing up from your spot “ we hold nothing of value “ you added taking a few steps on his direction

“ Shut up ! Don’t move !” The man yelled loading his gun

“ I’ve been held prisoner by these man! “ you started to say making Moon look at her in shock. What were you doing ?? “ I belong to mr. Soo Man! Return me to him and he will filled you with gold “ you said before showing him your necklace “ see ? I’m not lying ! “ you said and Moon couldn’t believe You were betraying them. The man looked over at your figure, expectioning the necklace before nodding

“ Very well. Come closer “ you nodded getting closer to him.

The moment you reached the man, you made a fast move, curving down, before punching the guy on his chest which made him gasp in surprise and pain. You held his riffle before using it to punch him on his face this time making the old man growl. Moon couldn’t understand what was happening until she saw the girl she thought was a slave, snicking her hand on the back of the man pockets, grabbing the small gun he had there before shooting the man’s head without a second thought. The man fell on the ground lifeless and the only sound that could be heard was a faint curse from Jaemin

“holy fuck”.

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obscure-imagines · 6 years

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Warning (Alfie x Reader) Oneshot

Pairing: reader x Alfie Solomons

Word count: idk its not super long

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a Shelby that they call the Witch because every man she meets falls in love with her. Sent to negotiate with Alfie, the Reader warns him not to fall in love and of course he thinks it won't be an issue.... until it is.

Based off a plethora of Alfie x Shelby reader imagines

note: so originally i wanted to write a bunch of stories but they’re really not my forte, this has been in my draft nearly a year, some kind soul said they wanted a longer imagine for my most recent one so i figured i might as well just post this. added the last two sections just for some closure.

“I’ve heard stories about you.” Alfie grinned, taking a seat at his desk, “you’re the Shelby witch eh? one walk down a street right, and every man who sees ya falls wildly in love.”

you shrugged, “well if you’ve already heard of me, then I guess I don’t have to warn you, not that my warnings do any good.”

“you? warn me? not to fall in love with ya?!” Alfie laughed, “sounds like a challenge eh?”

“I hope you win Mr. Solomons, you would be the first who does.”

he sat back in his chair, taking a long look at you, “so you want what Thomas asked for last I saw him?”

“yes, that's what I'm here for. you either give it to me now and let me leave, maybe you’ll make it out of this without feelings, but if you want to negotiate, I’ll be sticking around a while, worse for you.” you crossed your arms, “so what will it be?”

Alfie rubbed at his bearded chin, looking you up and down, “ I say negotiate, whats the worst that could happen eh?”

you walked to the door, turning to look at him once, “the worst thing, Alfie, is you’ll fall in love with me and end up giving me everything I want anyways, don't say I didn't warn you.”

**********

you were staying in one of the Shelby estates while in London, a three-story house in the heart of the city. it was around dinner time and you wandered the house, dressed in a beautiful ballgown.

you hadn't been pacing long when there was a knock at your door. “I’ll get it.” you told the maid as you walked to the door, opening it and leaning on the doorway, arms crossing over your chest.

“well isn't this a surprise?” you grinned at Alfie.

he looked you up and down, “obviously not love. are you all dressed up for lil ol’ me?” a grin spread on his face.

“no I’m waiting for a different gangster.” you shrugged, moving from the doorway to allow him into the house.

“oh yeah? busy bewitching the lot of us at once eh?” he sauntered in, closing the door behind him.

you sighed, “let me grab my purse and then we can go.”

Alfie laughed, “and what makes you so sure I’m planning on taking you somewhere?”

“its dinnertime Mr. Solomons and you are dressed nicely, as am i.” you grabbed the purse and rejoined him in the entryway, holding out a hand, “shall we?”

he sighed, allowing you to take his arm as he escorted you from your house and to his car, where he offered a hand to help you into the car before gingerly closing the door behind you.

“so how did you know I’d come and take you for dinner?” he asked when he entered the car.

“I give a man 24 hours before he calls on me and I met you this morning, making dinner time the obvious choice Mr. Solomons.”

“so I’m just like every other one of your bewitched puppies eh?” he chuckled.

“it's starting to look that way Mr. Solomons, ready to give me what I want yet? leave while you still can?” you suggested.

“not a chance.”

*************

you insisted on one of the nicest restaurants in London, Alfie had tried to object but one look had silenced him. he had to admit, walking into that fancy place, you on his arm... the looked he received, the respect, the envy... he did enjoy it.

but he also saw how easy it was for you to wrap men around your finger and he knew that he would be just another sorry sod if he wasn't careful. He had fought himself all day about whether or not to take you for dinner before deciding it was a courtesy thing, a sign of ‘goodwill’.

when the waiter came, Alfie opened his mouth to speak but you waved a hand at him, not that it mattered since you had 100% of the waiters attention anyways, “two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, the best you have, and trust me, if you bring us the shit you serve regular people, I will know.” you stated then waved your hand again, sending the waiter running to attend to your needs.

“so you’re a woman who knows what she wants.” Alfie stated.

“I’m a Shelby, don't forget it.” you said.

“right, so let's talk business-” Alfie began.

you laughed, “not a chance Mr. Solomons, we talk business in the morning, evenings and dinner are for pleasure only.” you flashed that brilliant and all-knowing smile that he was already staring the love, “but you knew that. just like I knew you’d show up at my door tonight.”

Alfie grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, “so you’ve got me all figured out, that’s just lovely innit? just lovely.”

“so ask me.”

“ask you what love?”

“the questions that have been on your mind. I know you have some, if you didn't, neither of us would be here.”

just then the waiter returned with your drinks, flashing you a shy smile before scurrying off again. “you’ve got that boy wrapped around your little finger ain't ya?” Alfie laughed.

“you know who I am, I’m the Shelby witch, now get back on track and ask me those questions Alfie.” you sighed.

“how is a pretty girl like you right, with obvious suitors, still unmarried?” he asked, pouring you both a shot.

“call me whatever you’d like, call me crazy even, but i want to marry for love. and its nothing but true love that will ever convince me to marry a man.” you answered, taking the shot and downing it.

Alfie followed suit then laughed, “so you’ve just got high standards is that it?”

“men will always love me for the way I look, I’ve yet to meet a man who gets to know the true me, inside, first.”

Alfie poured another shot, “sounds like another challenge don't it?”

“Cheers to that.” you laughed, clinking your glass to his as you downed another shot, “now I have a question for you.”

“hmm.” he said absentmindedly, pouring another shot already, “this is damn good stuff.”

“how is it you, the leader of a gang.... how is it a man as handsome as you is unmarried?”

Alfie chuckled, “you think I'm handsome do ya?”

“I have eyes, same as you.”

“most women just want me for me money and me power.” he answered.

“so i suppose we both know what its like, having people come for the superficial things, do we not, Mr. Solomons?”

“for the love of god woman, call me Alfie why don't ya?”

**********

the shots had kicked in soon after, but you had gone for dinner and dinner you would be having. you ordered once more for Alfie and yourself, no arguments from him. the two of you had laughed and ate for hours, you insisted on paying, he had drank water to get himself sober enough to drive and then he had driven you back to your place.

walking you to your door like a true gentleman, you had thanked him for the night, then turned and kissed him on the cheek, with that you closed the door behind you.

he stood there on your doorstep for a few moments, heart beating in his chest while you fell back to lean on the door, also breathing heavily.

you never usually let men take you out. usually they only saw you for your looks. but Alfie? well, he hadn't immediately fallen to your feet with admiration.... and, Tommy had told you to make this deal happen.

you had to admit, Alfie had a certain charm. or maybe you had an aversion to men with power, being used to power yourself. maybe it was the strong shoulders. you didn't know. all you knew was that you had been playing the game and winning for years, but maybe loosing would be okay. maybe, the tables turning wasn't such a bad idea.

but... you knew he liked you too. that shocked look on his face before you closed the door after kissing his cheek would not be an image soon forgotten.

******

you’d been in London for two months. two months longer than Tommy had intended. but Alfie just couldn't... give you up.

you had gone out for dinner once a week for the whole two months. they had started out sweet and about business... but soon he started bringing you flowers and paying for beautiful dresses that would arrive in packages the day of the dinner.

then, he’d asked you to marry him.

and, without any consultation with your brothers, you’d agreed.

when Tommy arrived at Alfie’s office his eyes immediately went to you and Alfie. he was sitting in his chair and you were standing close behind him, your hand on his shoulder.

you both looked up when Tommy entered.

“what the fuck is this?!” he asked.

“we’re getting married-” you began.

“no you’re fucking not!” Tommy screamed.

“calm down mate.” Alfie warned, “hear your sister out.”

Tommy’s angry gaze went from Alfie to you, “well are you going to explain or what?!”

“it happened really fast but... i love him Tommy.”

“not. possible.”

you frowned and Alfie stood, leaning forward on his desk, “well now look what you’ve done?” he growled, “you’re making your sister upset.”

“and what the fuck about it?” Tommy glared, “i’ve been pissing my sister off for years.”

“well that ends here.” Alfie stated.

“dont ever think you can tell me what to do as it concerns to my family.” Tommy growled.

“right, well, this is my future wife.”

“no. she isnt.” Tommy turned to you, “Y/N, we’re leaving.”

“no Tommy. you are.”

**********

Polly paced in front of the Shelby boys, “this is like Ada, but worse. i know you all hate the man but this is for Y/N, now if one of you steps a toe out of line, i’ll kill ya.” she met the eyes of every man, especially Tommy, “got it?!”

Tommy’s jaw feathered and his fists clenched and unclenched.

“got it Tommy?!” Polly growled.

“got it.”

“now, John, out of respect to the family, Alfie has requested you as best man because he hates you the least.” Polly said.

John rolled his eyes.

“today is about Y/N. after today, she can move to Camden town and you never have to see that bear of a husband of hers again. agreed?”

“agreed.” they all sighed.

Polly smiled, “then lets go and have a wedding.”

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runearcana · 3 years

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protagonists of an alternate sburb/sgrub session.

my Mind player - friend who helps keep me grounded in reality when necessary [and maybe calms me down when I get nervous or worried] may help others by sharing information. mage of mind. [actively knows mind] TJ, probably ENTJ. The Mind aspect's ties to spirit are made evident through its ability to resurrect fallen players in conjunction with Time powers

i think a hope player will initially introduce me to the game of sburb/sgrub. theyll recommend it as a way to help me get my mind off of all the stuff that has been constantly on my mind and eating me up inside. I could see them as the leader of the group and the one that enters the medium first. Maid of Light [actively makes light] ENFJ [uses guns]

a rage player could always have my and the others backs and serve as our secret weapon i guess. Prince of rage. [actively destroys rage] ESTx this aspect may have an effect on brute strength. Rage can also deal with sanity or madness

breath would definitely be our hippy gamer friend. I picture a female breath player for sure, and theyd be really close to the hope player. witch of breath, maybe? [actively changes breath] ENFP Breath also has connections to direction, freedom, detatchment and confidence. Breath is tied to changes, as well.

I could imagine a rogue of blood in our group who assists and is on extremely good terms with our rage and hope players. [passively steals blood] ISTP I imagine they would be a strong networker and information broker for some reason. Manipulative and influential, but in the best interests of their allies. Blood stood for fighting and having a warrior spirit They introduced me to the hope player and determined the best possible fit for our group session or the hope player introduced my crew to the blood player who determined we were a perfect fit.

I could see a life player as a possible love interest, or maybe a moraill, or a moraill that verges on another quadrant. It would be mutual but whether or not it would work out would be another thing. Heir of life. [passively changes life] ISFP The Life aspect is some kind of innate "life force" of living beings. Life players displayed the ability to heal teammates by repairing grievous wounds, and even resurrecting themselves. Feferi and Jane's Life powers appear to glow in the player's text color.

I imagine a doom player would be a very intimidating member of our group that mainly interacts with the rage and blood players but admires the mind player a lot. Theyre the strongest of us, but because they are so mentally unstable, they could become our enemies at the blink of an eye. Bard of doom. [passively destroys doom] INTP

Knight of hope would be my destined matesprit, but hes hard to get close to and goes through a lot of changes. He is greatly respected in the group for his wisdom and insight but he tends to go solo most of the time. [passively serves light] [goes through a phase where he comes across as an INTJ, but hes really an INFJ] So far all Hope heroes have been shown to use guns as a Strife Specibus. [my knight of light uses swords and guns] Hope is tied to "aura" attacks. The Light aspect is equivalent to "fortune", and involves power over luck and fortuitous outcomes. Light could mean "knowledge". It could be knowledge, not as in information, but more so awareness, the opposite of Voids obfuscation. Light players may possess some degree of control over light itself. Another relation to Light seems to be that Light players are easier to sense from a great distance throughout paradox space. It is possible that most planets from Light players are aquatic, as Rose and Vriska's denizen lived inside an ocean and liquids are a Light/Void thematic. Both Rose and Vriska have had Cetus for their denizen.

space, time, and void players will be part of our group as well, but Ill only interact with them when necessary. Maybe the Time player will get along swimmingly with the hope player and the life player. The hope player will help me get to know or more likely, appreciate the time player better, I suppose. The void player will be like a brother to me, but we just wont interact much because weve grown apart over the years. The space player will be the character I get to know last and I dont know how it will happen or how close we will be. Maybe Ill admire them from afar. Not romantically, but as someone I can see myself in and relate to.

sylph of space [passively makes space] ISFJ both Kanaya and Jade live in similar homes, next to a Frog Temple, and their dream selves are both awake before entering the session. A Space player's Land contains their session's Forge, which plays a vital part in the creation of the new universe as well. Space players seem to have a connection with life: Both Jade and Kanaya are botanists, Porrim has a motherly personality and her post-scratch self acted as a mother figure for The Signless. The associated denizen of the Space aspect is Echidna. Frogs is a requirement in the name of their personal planet.

page of time [actively serves time] ESFJ Time players having a connection to death, Time players, who are all associated with red. While Dave's timetables are built on red gears, reminiscent of the ones in the Land of Heat and Clockwork, Aradia's devices appear to be the comb and cylinder of a music box encased in large quartz rocks. The Hero of Time also has a feature installed in their personal world in the Incipisphere: a large structure that will obliterate the game session and reboot it by rewinding everything to long before the game starts in an event known as the Scratch. It is a last resort, and would (ideally) result in better starting conditions if the players' session is doomed. Time players also seem to have a loose connection with technology

thief of void [actively steals void] ENTP The use of bare hands is essentially the lack of a weapon, playing into the theme of Void being the essence of nothing. The Void aspect may be related to the Furthest Ring, which has been referred to as "the void". They can summon inaccessible and permanently lost items by concentrating and might summon some things of that nature without meaning to. On this note, they can create things that never existed from scratch. I see my void player as a longtime professional gamer, and while their skills are epic they only benefit them, not anyone else. but even though this character knows a lot of trivia, people dont want to listen to them because its useless trivia and ends up being low-key insulting if anything. People may secretly envy their success, but the void player is such a braggart it just ends up sickening them to think about it. All known Void players have created a "void" around themselves to distance themselves from the world. Void players may potentially also have the ability to become invisible in some sense. Our void player can teach me how to not only identify and accept loss, but also to lose gracefully and transform losses into empowerment. They can teach me to have the courage to win and how to handle sore losers. They can teach me healthy boundaries and how to ethically reject people and things that arent good for me.

Im a seer of heart. [passively knows heart] INFP

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itsdjjones · 7 years

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Fabray Dinner | Dominer

TAGGING: @itsdjjones & @notpeterxparker

PLACE: Fabray & Jones House

WHEN: 8/26 Saturday

NOTES: Dom and Parks go to dinner at the Fabray house and it doesnt end well so they visit Dom’s mom instead.

WARNING: racism and homophobia

Parker smoothed down the dress she had bought at Myrtle beach and looked at her parents house. Part of her was freaking out and shouting at her to tell Dom to go back to the apartment. The other part was telling her that they could do this and they could go over to his mom's house. She swallowed some as she closed her eyes and opened up her door while she held onto the pie she had baked for her parents. She closed it, slipped her phone into her dress pocket after she closed the door behind her and walked around the car. She gave DJ a small smile before she held out her left hand for him. They can get through this dinner. She hoped.

DJ sat in the car in the driveway of the Fabray House. He dealt with his fair share of racism in his life. I mean he lived in Ohio. But with Parkers parent it was different because he wanted them to like him. It was a flaw that Dom had where he always had to please people. He got out of the car with her and placed his hand in hers. "Well...let's get this over with." He said softly. The two walked up to the front door together and he stood there as Parker knocked on the door. He squeezed her hand a little bit nervously.

Parker swallowed hard as she returned the squeeze and caressed the back of his hand with one of her fingers. "If they don't answer, can we go to your moms house and eat this pie? Because I baked your mom's favorite and I baked a second one that I have in the car for her." She whispered to him as she looked up at him and heard the clicking of her mom's heels towards the door. "Though, if she bust out a tea cup and a spoon, we're out of here because we're not going to deal with that bullshit." She pressed her ear against the door and stood on her tip toes to look into the door to see her mom talking to her father. She gripped his hand a bit tighter as she waited for her mother to open the door.

DJ laughed. "Deal." He looked at her and watched her look through the door. He just waited with her as her mother came to the door. He wondered why after all this time now they wanted to have him for dinner. "Don't take any shit from them Dominic" his mom had said to him when he told her Parkers mom invited them over. His mom wasn't fond of her parents either and for good reason.

Parker smiled a bit when she heard his laugh and quickly turned into a plastered one when she saw her mother and father looking at the young couple after they opened up the door. "Hi you two! Don't you guys look like the perfect couple?" Judy said as she looked at her daughter and her boyfriend with a smile. "Don't they Russell?" Russell plastered a fake smile as he hugged Parker after Judy grabbed the pie out of Parker's hand and shook DJ's hand. "They sure do." Parker tried not to roll her eyes when she heard her father's reply and placed her hand back in his. "Its good to see you again, DJ." Judy said as she stepped aside and let the couple in. "Im going to go and put this in the kitchen while Russell can show you his newest trophies." Parker glanced back at her boyfriend and glanced at her mom. "Actually, I was going to show him around if that's okay? Since he didn't get the chance in high school." Judy stopped and looked at them. "Oh, of course. Then you guys can look at the trophies." Parker nodded slightly before she watched as her parents disappear and led him towards the stair case. "How're you holding up?"

DJ perked up when the door opened. He took Russels hand and nodded. "Nice to see you too" he told them. DJ walked inside with her and he listened to the conversation. He looked at Parker and just nodded. He followed her up the stairs and DJ nodded. "So far so good." He said. "Uh...trophies for what?" He asked.

Parker nodded as she let out a breath and glanced over at him before she started walking up the stairs with him. "Probably golf tournaments, tennis tournaments and I think that's pretty much it. Unless he picked up another sport since I moved out. Oh! also with my trophies that I need to get still."

DJ "How boring" he commented. DJ kept following her as she showed him the house. "You sure we should be up here this long? I dont want your parents thinking we are fooling around or something." he sighed.

Parker "Yeah, but thankfully I didn't play tennis or golf." She said. Parker stopped in front of her bedroom and cupped his cheeks gently. "Hey..take a deep breath. We can go back downstairs, get some water and pretend that we're interested in the stories. Make it through dinner and jet over to your mom's, take a shower so that way we don't have to smell like snob, rich people with a horrible taste of sports before it sinks into our skin." She whispered as she rested his forehead and looked at him. "I don't want to make you feel even more uncomfortable and Im sorry if I am, that wasn't my intention at all." Judy glanced at Russell as she made her way to the stair case and stood in front of it. "Dinner's ready you two." She headed back into the dinning room and looked at her husband before he sighed. Parker looked towards the stair case and looked back at him.

DJ looked at her and he laughed. "Okay" He pressed his forehead against hers and he kissed her softly. "You're fine. I just wish they actually liked me you know. They don't even know me" He sighed. DJ looked at the stairs and he nodded towards it. They went back downstairs and DJ walked in. "Smells great in here" he said putting a smile on his face. How could anyone not like DJ? He was polite and respectful. Unlike his high school self. He had changed a lot last time he saw Parker's parents.

Parker smiled and returned soft kiss. "Okay. I know, me too and right. They don't and they're missing out on someone who's a hard worker and a gentleman. Also, who's treating their daughter right." She kissed his lips once more. "Yeah and I didn't know I was hungry until now." She replied with a polite smile and swallowed hard. "Thank you two and please, go ahead and sit down." Judy replied as she sat down and felt Russell push her chair in. Russell sat at the head of the table as he gave the younger couple a decent smile.

DJ sat down at the table next to Parker and he put his napkin on his lap. He sat there in silence. What was he supposed to say to these people? He had no idea. DJ smiled at Parker softly and he fidgeted with the napkin in his lap as the food was brought out to the table.

Parker returned the soft smile as she gotten up to help with the food and placed it in the middle of the table. "Oh! Hi Parker, I didn't know you were here. I was wondering who's pie it was on the counter." Parker smiled when she heard Dana and gave her a hug. "Hi Dana and Im sorry that I didnt go and come and say hi when we got here. I figured you can try it too, its Mrs. Jones favorite pie." She spoke as she helped her with the vegetables and glanced at Dom with a smile and looked back at Dana. "We?" She nodded as she heard her father clearing his throat. "Sweetie, stop making small talk with Dana, she's a very busy lady." Parker turned around and looked at him before she turned back towards Dana. "How about you sit down next to me and I'll dish the rest of the food out, yeah?" Dana smiled as she sat down next to where Parker was sitting. "And food is served." Parker said as she grabbed the water and filled up glasses of water then served them out before she sat down. "So, you brought Mrs. Jones' favorite pie?" Russell asked before she saw her mother placed her hand on his arm. "Yeah, I did because its a great tasting pie that everyone should enjoy." Parker gave her father a grin and took a bite out of her food. "So, DJ, are you still playing football?" Judy asked before she took a sip of her water.

DJ watched Parker go to the kitchen and come back out with someone DJ had never met before but he knew who she was. She was the maid...the server. It was like he stepped into a time warp or something. He adjusted in his seat uncomfortable. It was awkward. He watched her sit down at the table one chair away from him and he gave her a small smile. He was going to introduce himself before Parker came back with food and water. He sat their quietly watching everyone's subtle movements. "Um...no I haven't played since high school. I uh..I'm about to go into the credential program next year after graduation for teaching." he explained and cleared his throat a bit. He took a sip of his water and picked up his foot to start to eat.

Parker "Before I forget, Dana, this is my boyfriend DJ well Dom and babe this is Dana...the server." Parker replied uncomfortably and cleared her throat, knowing this is going to be bad. Parker reached over and gave his knee a soft squeeze. "Oh really? That's amazing, isn't it Russell? That our baby girl found someone who is educated and is going to have a bright future as a teacher." Judy said through her teeth and kicked Russell in the leg. "Oh yeah yeah. So great the guy who used to be a player will be teaching kids. What subject will you be teaching? How to play with girls' hearts to the point where they chose to move in with the player and not stay with their family?" Parker swallowed as she glared at her father. "If their parents wasn't racist and homophobic, then she would've stayed with her family but yet. They kicked her out just because she has a different sexuality than her family members and come to find out that they hate her then best friend and now boyfriend's skin color along with being homophobic." Judy looked at her daughter. "Parker Gwen Fabray, that is enough." Parker looked at her mom. "Oh no, Im getting started."

DJ smiled at her and nodded. "Nice to meet you" He said softly. He looked at Russel and could feel the tension in the air at his comment. He put his fork down and before he could speak he watched Parker get angry and blow up at them. He put his hand on her knee. "Parks..." he shook his head. The room fell silent and he looked at her. He wanted to say something polite or apologize but then DJ realized he was not the one that had to be polite or anything. They didn't deserve it. "You don't even know me. You know high school me and even then you never knew me. You wanted to. And if you invited us to come here just to criticize us then I'm sorry but I'm done." he stood up and looked down at Parker. "I'm sorry babe. I love you more than anything in this world but you dont fucking deserve this." He looked back at Parkers parents. "I wanted to come here to be nice and polite and maybe you could see the kind of man that was there for your daughter, took care of your daughter and absolutely loves your daughter more than you, but if you can't look past the color of my skin then forget it."

Parker swallowed hard she felt his hand on her knee and took a deep breath before she let it out. "Sorry.." She whispered as she took his hand into hers and glanced up at him before she stood up as well as she placed her napkin onto her plate. "Im done too. No you have nothing to apologize for babe and I love you more than anything in this world too. Neither do you." She placed her hand on his arm as she stood by her man and looked to see the look on her mom's face, almost in tears before she glanced over at her father to see his jaw clenched. "And if you don't accept our relationship because of past events and your own hatred. Then that's fine because this man right here has been more family than either of you two have been and Im not worried about not having a family because the Jones will always welcome me with open arms and I have friends who will be there for me along with my two sisters." She let out a shaky breath as she felt tears coming as she looked back at her mom. "And mom, I wished you would've done something years ago by telling dad that you've known about my sexuality and that you told me that you approved of Dom back in high school. That, Dom is a lot better man than Jeremy was just because you saw the way we looked at each other and how happy I am around him." She looked at her mom in the eyes as she felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I needed my mom and you were so scared of what he would do that you just sat there and let him kick me out. Just because you were afraid of a bad feeling, because that's what we do right? Push aside every bad feeling. If you don't talk about it, it doesn't exist. I-" Russel quickly stood up and looked at his middle child. "Don't turn this on us! You are the one who messed up by becoming friends with this boy and became a disappointment to this family!" Parker flinched as he spoke and looked at him as she swallowed. "Why? Because Im not a little girl anymore and I decided to take a chance on him? And I quickly fell over heads in love with every inch of him? Including his skin color and his reputation as a player? Because I knew that he was more than a player, that I knew that I will always love him no matter what? Along with the fact that I knew that I was attracted to boys and girls back then? I needed my parents to accept me for who I love and who I am and love me unconditionally, but I didn't get it from you guys. I got it from the Jones and everyone else." She breathed out as she looked at her father and swallowed the sob that was caught in her throat. "Let's go baby." Parker turned to leave and looked at Dana. "You're going too, you no longer work for my parents okay?" Dana quickly gotten up and took off her apron. "Thank you Parker." She whispered as she left the dining room and grabbed her bags. Parker wiped her eyes as she glanced back at Dom and her parents then started to walk away. Russell looked at his daughter and felt Judy's hand on his arm. "Parker, if you walk through that door, don't come back crying to me once you're broken hearted." Parker stopped walking and looked at her dad. "Good thing that he won't break my heart, huh?"

DJ stopped when Parker started to speak and he realized that this was way beyond him. He watched as Parker and her dad went back and forth. When it was over and the three of them got into DJ's truck he took a deep breath and looked over at her. "hey...baby" he pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her. "Fuck them. You already have a family and you don't need them." He pet her hair back as he held her. "Come on we'll go to my mom house and just...have a real family dinner and calm down okay?" he pulled away and looked down at her. His lips pressed against hers softly. "i'm so proud of you" he said softly. DJ rested back in the drivers seat and he looked behind them at Dana. "You're welcome to come to dinner too" he nodded.

Parker instantly wrapped her arms around him and closed her eye as he pet her hair. She nodded against him, let out a shaky breath and sniffed. "Okay." She looked up at him and returned the soft kiss. "Thank you." She replied softly before she rested her head against his shoulder and turned to look at Dana as well. "I'd like that, thank you." Dana gave them a small warm smile and glad that Parker came back. Parker placed her hand on his chest and stayed like that until they reached his mom's house.

DJ started the car and they left the Fabray house for good. It wasn't that long to his mom's house. They parked in front and he kissed the top of her head. "Come on lets go in." They walked to the door together and being back in the house he grew up in was much nicer. It felt like home every time he came over. "Mama?" he called out. "Oh it turned sour didn't it? I swear to our Lord and Savior that those parents do not deserve my little baby" Mama Jones said as soon as they went into the house. She walked right pass DJ and pulled Parker into her arms as if she was her own child. "You're home now baby" She spoke. DJ nodded towards Dana. "Mom this is Dana, she worked for them." DJ's mom Angela looked up and she raised her eyebrow. "Dana?" She asked. "The Fabray's is where you were working?" DJ frowned and looked at Parker. "Wait...you two know each other. Angela nodded. "Yeah we go to the same church Dom."

Parker could feel herself relaxed when they stepped inside and rubbed her arms after she placed Dana's bags onto the floor. She smiled once she heard his mom's voice and wrapped her arms around her. "It turned sour the moment we stepped in." Parker murmured and relaxed against her as she nodded. "It feels great, honesty. I also brought you your favorite pie too, well two pies." She raised an eyebrow as she pulled away and looked DJ with a shrug as she glanced at Dana who was nodded slightly. "Yeah, that's where I was working until Parker here said Im not working for them anymore. Which Im glad that Im not anymore because that's a whole level of stupid. No offense dear." Parker shook her head with a smile. "None taken, I know who you're talking about." Parker wiped the rest of the tears. "I forgot that I left the pies out in the car, so Im going to go and get them."

DJ handed Parker the keys to his truck to get the pies and her wiped her cheek and kissed her softly before she went out. He smiled at his mom and she bummed his hip playfully, giving him that 'im proud of you' look. He kissed her temple and smiled. "Love you mama" he said softly. "Well, I will make dinner and you guys just relax. Maybe we will watch some Criminal Minds later!" She clapped. Angela was obsessed with Criminal Minds and it was hilarious. She always made DJ and Parker watch it with her when they could. 'no come sit sit sit, you have to see what these crazy white people did this episode' she would say.

Parker thanked him as she grabbed the keys and couldnt but help smile when he wiped her cheeks and returned the soft kiss before she headed back outside. She sniffed as she unlocked the door, grabbed the two pies and the backpack that she packed before they left the apartment. Parker placed the strap onto her shoulder, closed the door and locked it. She headed back inside of the house and closed the door behind her when she heard Criminal minds. "I know for sure I'd be interested in watching some episodes later." She replied as she handed the keys back to Dom and kissed his cheek then murmured a soft 'I love you.' before she headed into the kitchen. She placed the two pies on the counter and looked. "Do you need any help with dinner before I change out of these clothes?" Dana pulled out her phone and texted her daughter to come and get her. "And I would love to stay for dinner Angela, but my daughter's on her way over to come and pick me up. I have an appointment in the morning, but I will talk to you after the service tomorrow."

DJ smiled as Parker came back. "Yeah yeah I'll see you tomorrow Dana." Angela said. She turned to Parker and clapped her hands. "Oh you weren't lying about my favorite pies. You're a sweetie. We are gonna relax tonight and forget all about that stuff okay?" She patted Parkers cheek. "Nope no help. Go relax with your boyfriend, I'll call you when dinners ready. You two can do the dishes after okay?" Dom grabbed Parker's backpack and went to his old bedroom that was turned into a guest bedroom now. He sat down on the bed and looked over at Parker. "You okay?" he asked her.

Parker Dana waved goodbye and left. Parker shook her head with a smile. "Of course not and well, I do have bad influence when it comes to being sweet so." She nodded as she patted her cheek. "Okay." She couldnt help but smile at the word 'boyfriend', like somehow everything was better despite of what went down. "Okay." She thanked him when he grabbed her backpack and followed him to his old bedroom. She shrugged a bit as she pulled out their clothes and looked at him. "Im okay." She replied softly and sat down next to him as she looked at him. "You okay though?"

DJ smiled. "I'm okay" he said looking back at her. "I mean...were we really expecting anything different" he ran his hand across his head. "I remember that day that you left there. You were so upset and my mom knew...she knew how special you were and basically loved you more than me." he chuckled a little. "You've always been part of this family babe. And we don't get to chose our parents but we can chose our family and I'm just happy you're part of mine. You're all that matters" he nodded.

Parker nodded slightly as she kept looking at him and shook her head. "No, but I was hoping that it would be a whole different ball game tonight." She reached up and removed the bobby pins from her hair. "Yeah and how fast you got over there....Its because Im lovable, but she also knew how much I meant to you." She looked at him with a smile and rested her head on his shoulder. "I know, since day one it seems like and Im happy that Im apart of yours, thank you for letting me be apart of yours." She glanced up at him. "You're all that matters too."

DJ sighed. "It never is with them." he watched her closely. "Yeah..mama knew way before I even did" he laughed a little and laid back on the bed after kissing her cheek. "I love you baby" he smiled and pulled her down on the bed with him, holding her in his arms. "Life would not be the same without you." He said softly as he caressed her arm gently.

Parker shook her head. "Nope." She agreed and laughed a little as well. "Don't worry, she knew way before I did too." She smiled a little when he kissed her cheek and smiled when she heard him along with feeling him pulled her down on he bed with him. "I love you too baby." She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. "Well, life would not be the same without you too." She looked up at him as he caressed her arm and pecked his lips the best she could. "It would be boring and not right at all." She rested her head back on his chest and gotten comfortable before she let out a content sigh. "We still don't have a song."

DJ held her in his arms and he gasped. "We don't do we" He laughed. "It's probably Pony..." he joked and tickled her side playfully. "I'm just a bachelor. I'm looking for a partner. Someone who knows how to ride. Without even falling off. Gotta be compatible. Takes me to my limits. Girl when I break you off. I promise that you won't want to get off" DJ sang to her. He sat up on his knees and made hand motions as he sang.

Parker let out a laugh. "We dont." She replied and started to laugh as she squirmed as he tickled her side. "Probably since we've played that song a lot." She propped her head up with her hand and laughed a little when he made hand motions. "Sing it baby!"

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