Scotland x Reader - PunishmentHe smirked. How you would love to smack that smirk off! It's not your fault you had lost the bet, it was all that damned red-head's fault!More Like This
Since you had lost the bet, you had to pay the price. So here you stand, in a corset, a white button up shirt underneath, and a plaid mini skirt. The corset was on pretty tight, but not too tight so you could still breath. Sadly it still pushed your breasts up and made them look bigger.
"Damn you, William. . ." You said with a venom laced tone. The Scottish male's smirk only widened.
"There nothin' ye can do, lass~" He said, tapping his cigarette, ashes fell into a small black ashtray. He loved seeing you so infuriated.
"Fuck. You." You said simply, glaring daggers at the taller male.
"Ye have to buy me dinner first" He said with a wink. Your face exploded into the loveliest shade of red, as impure thoughts invaded your mind.
Scotland smirked happily as he put out his cigarette. Walking over to you he slammed his lips onto yours. You
William T. Spears X Reader Overtime You sighed as you locked the door to your small apartment. It was 2 in the morning, but you were already leaving for work. Overtime. Technically, you shouldn't have left until all your work was done, but your boss, William T. Spears had told you to go home after seeing you slouching in your chair with your face in your hands. You stood, tall above the city, on top of your apartment building, wasting time. But you knew that If you procrastinated now, you'd never get caught up with your work. Muttering under your breath, you made your way to your office.More Like This
Pushing open the door, you saw why William had sent you home. Although you technically weren't a neat freak, you tried to keep everything organized. However, papers were here and there, on the floor, upside down, on top of your lamp. 'Wow, I was a mess. How could I not tell how tired I was?' you scolded yourself silently. Lately, you had been getting sidetracked, but oddly enough, you only got sidet
William T Spears X Reader Overtime pt 2 "Oh...Well...That explains a lot." You sighed as you redid all the paper work that was on your desk. Once again, Ronald Knox had managed to mess up your days work, causing you to have overtime again. 'I will kill him.' you thought.More Like This
You looked at Ronald, who was hovering above you, commenting on every little mistake you made. "What do you want Ron? I'm busy here." You clipped the stack of papers together and stood up. "I really don't need an annoying idiot like you watching over me."
"Ooooohhhh, I think that's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me!" He grinned at you, following you to William's office. Right outside the door he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, making you feel smaller than you already were. You felt your face turn red. "I think that we should celebrate you being fairly nice to me!" He began laughing, but stopped when the door opened and William shoved him off of you.
Valentine's Day It was a warm day in London; the February sun was keeping the usual early spring chills from the light breeze that swept across the Phantomhive estate. Although winter was quite over yet, the song birds had begun to return to the outskirts of London, as Finnian had yet to destroy the gardens with his inhuman strengthyet.More Like This
The tall butler clad in black watched the driveway in front of the manor from a window, his crimson eyes holding slight sorrow. It was Valentine's Day and that meant...
"Sebastian, the carriage is here, so I'll be leaving now," said the boy in blue. He was thirteen-year-old, Earl Ciel Phantomhive.
"Yes, my Lord," said the butler, remorse in his haunting voice. He couldn't have been over twenty-five, but he was in fact well over three thousand, A demon of sorts, bound to the little brat by a supernatural contract. Although he had no feelings for the boy C
I Love You, Dear SoldierMore Like This
The smell of wartime death, sickness, sorrow, and most importantly, demons. The creatures that everyone fears and often hates. They steal away the souls of beloved humans to keep their own sorry existences alive. But, what you don't know is that not all demons cause chaos...
Day eleven. Sebastian won yet another battle this morning in only a couple of hours; it's a new record for him and the fifth win in a row. It makes me depressed to know that I can't watch him in action. Sometimes, early in the morning, he'll go off before everyone awakens and practices with his musket; sometimes I hide and watch. Everything about him is charming and perfect. That determined, focused look in his red eyes; the way his muscles move effortlessly and fluidly to cock the gun and aim; his spotless blue uniform; his silky black hair lightly covered with drops from the morning dew... I think I'm in love. William T. Spears