Elysabeth-Jane Wakefield

A young woman of age 25, who is living in London, England, UK. She works as a hair- and costumedresser and make up artist for several movies and series. Lys had been through a lot of things, which results that she's quite closed-off and very mysterious. No one knows a thing about her personal/private life.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

After her last day at the set of this British detective series Elysabeth went homewards. She still lived with her parents, since she was only fifteen years old. She had an older brother and an elder sister, but they both didn’t live at home anymore. Since Lys came quite...

[elysabeth-jane-w]

It has been more than years since she came to her family’s tomb. It was still quite scary, it still made her shiver and Goosebumps appear on her skin, but she told herself to be strong. It was quite lonely; no person to be seen as she entered it. She wondered if it was even open, since it seemed no one has ever been here for a long time. It made cold shivers appear again.

Elysabeth looked up when she heard some noises, footsteps, coming nearer. She slowly turned her head and saw this young woman coming closer, a gun at the ready. She swallowed and just watched this woman coming closer. She had blonde hair as well, just like her and the face seemed so familiar. She frowned, trying to figure out where she had seen that face before.

She listened to your words and frowned even more, before she slowly stood up so she was on the same height as you were. “I am sorry, but this is my family’s graveyard. I have all the right to be here. Though I do not understand why it is so… Deserted now. It used to be… It used to be so alive.” She replied on the words you spoke. 

Her eyes averted from your face to your badge and she read it. She then looked at you again, with this slight shocked expression on her face. “Raven? Is that really you? The young woman I met years ago?” She suddenly asked.

[the-vampire-elf]

"Just leave me alone." [Hope you are okay with a side-ask-thread in the mean time]

"No I won’t. Not until you tell me what’s going on." 

[completely XD]

[the-vampire-elf]

  Raven folded her arms, and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t underestimate me. I want to help.” Raven didn’t let herself get offended by Elysabeth’s fury. “Really?! That’s why you’re sitting here, and yelling.” 

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth looked at you, listening to your words and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She looked down for a moment. "I don’t know if I can trust you…" She softly muttered.

[the-vampire-elf]

"Really? That’s what the problem is?" She folded her arms and looked at Elysabeth. She wasn’t sure what to do with that.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth nodded. "Yes. I think so. I..." She sighed, heaved up her head and looked at you. "I don't have anyone. I lost everyone I love and I still can't walk freely. I... I saw someone, today and I..." She shook her head and sighed.

[the-vampire-elf]

"Just leave me alone." [Hope you are okay with a side-ask-thread in the mean time]

"No I won’t. Not until you tell me what’s going on." 

[completely XD]

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth looked at you, while crawling further away from you. “No, I said just leave me alone. I don’t need… You cannot…” She suddenly looked so furious. “I do not need help!” She then growled.

[the-vampire-elf]

Raven folded her arms, and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t underestimate me. I want to help.” Raven didn’t let herself get offended by Elysabeth’s fury. “Really?! That’s why you’re sitting here, and yelling.” 

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth looked at you, listening to your words and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She looked down for a moment. "I don't know if I can trust you..." She softly muttered.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth & The Vampire Elf

After her last day at the set of this British detective series Elysabeth went homewards. She still lived with her parents, since she was only fifteen years old. She had an older brother and an elder sister, but they both didn’t live at home anymore. Since Lys came quite unexpected her brother and sister were almost twelve and fourteen years older. They both had a family of their own and she loved them all so dearly. Her whole entire family.

Weeks passed and when she was sixteen, one week after her birthday, she received this quite disturbing phone call, from her mother. Something was off and she needed to come home. Lys, quite worried, did not know what was going on and hurried home. Only to find something terrible has happened. But this was only the beginning. That day, her whole life changed completely, went down and would not be the same ever again.

Before this very black day there was this young woman she met. She was only fifteen years old at that time, but she immediately liked this young woman, as a friend or something. She had said many times ‘hi’ towards her, even began a small conversation. She could not find out much about this young woman, only the name: Raven.

Years passed and it seemed like Elysabeth had disappeared from Earth. There was no trace of her to be find. Nothing, no word, no card, nothing. Her friends, at least the ones she used to had, did not know where she went. Not even the neighbors, but they figured it had to do with that “terrible day”. But they did not know the whole happening. Only Elysabeth knew. And the police.

It was just this random day. The sun sometimes broke through, through all the rain that had been fallen. A young woman, with blond hair, a faint smile upon her face and dressed in black, walked over the graveyard on her way to this large, private graveyard, on the area. Upon arriving she crouched down and cried. Thick, coal-black, from the mascara, tears were running down her cheeks as she placed flowers on a grave. The inscription said: “Here rest, my dear beloved family.” The graves, fourteen in total, were all surrounded by statues of Angels, praying for their lost souls. It was a heartbreaking view, especially with the young woman on her knees crying. “I wish I was with you, or you all with me. I wish this pain I feel inside me, will slowly start to heal. I hope that one day, I can finally breath and walk, without looking over my shoulder. I miss you… I miss you so much, guys…” The young woman cried, tears still rolling down her face. 

[the-vampire-elf]

"Just leave me alone." [Hope you are okay with a side-ask-thread in the mean time]

"No I won’t. Not until you tell me what’s going on." 

[completely XD]

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth looked at you, while crawling further away from you. "No, I said just leave me alone. I don't need... You cannot..." She suddenly looked so furious. "I do not need help!" She then growled.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I'm sorry."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[elysabeth-jane-w]

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth explained you everything. Only telling you the details of her parents, but still a bit about the rest of them. She left the detail about how they all were murdered behind, because that was too gross for words. She wanted to spare you it, spare herself it. For she wanted to keep the memories away. But she knew she had to tell you, for you deserved an explanation, how hard it would be.

She saw how you turned your body and hugged her and se slowly buried her face against your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you and holding you, as tears rolled down her cheeks like a waterfall again. “You shouldn’t—You shouldn’t feel sorry. It is not—It is not your fault, Kyle.” She mutters, hearing you ask that important question. She shook her head. “No, they caught him after a month. He had plane-tickets ready for Paris, Brussels, Berlin, even New York. He was really about to travel anywhere to find me, to hunt me down and kill the last person of the family. But luckily the police got there in time, right before he went to France.” She explained, with this crooked smile. She shivered softly and kept on holding you. “They found—They found all sorts of weaponry inside his house. From machineguns to a double-barrelled shotgun to this Thompson gun.” She sighed softly and softly laid her head on your shoulder now.

“I am really sorry, Kyle. I wished for years I could call you, text you, talk to you. But I do hope you understand now.” She mutters softly, before she slowly looked up. She nodded when you asked her if you could get her some water. “Yes, I would like that.” There was this soft smile upon Elysabeth’s face when you muttered that last sentence and she reached out her hand and caressed with her fingers your cheek. “You are here now, Kyle. Which makes me feel more safe, more care-free, more happier. My life—My life has been so—So sad, clouded and senseless after I left you. So I—I don’t want to lose you again, Kyle. Is that odd? Odd that I care so much for you, more than much. More than liking, caring.” She softly mutters, before she let out this soft sigh, before laying her head close to your chest, her arms wrapped around you, her fingers on your back.

[kyle-johnson1]

He did kind of wonder why you didn’t tell anything as the guy had been captured. But it was the last thing to worry about considering you were in a bad place and you shouldn’t be. He wanted to help you, make you feel some better because clearly you had not made any progress as to dealing with this mentally. You seemed really really upset, that’d probably never go away. 

”I am glad you are safe” He said, nodding shortly. ”Yeah I understand” Kyle often managed to let go of things that slightly bugged him. Big things were going on and all he wanted was you to feel good and safe. So he tried to take a little care of you now. Starting with getting you a glass of water. ”Of course that isn’t odd” he said, feeling how your arms wrapped around him. He pressed a kiss upon your hair and then moved up, moving to your kitchen where he searched for a glass and some water. Handing it to you as he returned, sitting down next to you again. 

”You are going to be fine” he muttered. ”Let me take care of you” He would, he would stay for a while if you wished him to. Honestly. He might be a jerk, sleep with anyone and act like he didn’t care. You were his friend and he was there for you, no matter what would happen.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Lys looked at you, seeing that you were wondering, why she didn’t tell anything after her uncle was arrested. She shrugged and looked down. “I know what you’re thinking, Kyle. You are always good to read. I could always read on the expressions on your face or in your eyes, what you were thinking. And… I wanted to tell you, straight after my uncle got arrested. But… The police told me not to. They weren’t sure what would happen. I stayed in hiding, just in case and I was not aloud to contact anyone. Besides; who was I supposed to call? Of course I thought of you but… I lost everything, I could not think straight. I… Oh, Kyle. Please forgive me.” She softly muttered, before resting her head against your shoulder. 

Of course it was several years ago, ten to be exact, but still… The memories would never let her go; the things she saw would always haunt her in her dreams. A soft smile appeared on her face when you told her you were glad she was safe and that you understood. The smile grew bigger when you placed your lips on her hair. She watched you getting up and saw you entering the kitchen.

She took the glass, gratefully, and took a sip. She swallowed it and looked at you as you told her she would be fine. “Kyle… I’m sure you have other important things to do, than taking care of me. I don’t want to ask it of you. I mean… I don’t want to be a burden or anything. But you’re… You’re my great, dear friend and I love you. At least.. I truly like you, so much more than that and… Well, I love you. A little already. But…” She sighed, knowing she was speaking with a waterfall now. She grinned and took another sip from her water. 

“But well… Only I your girlfriend won’t mind it, you taking care of me. I would be more than happy to have you around again. I missed you, a lot. More than a lot.” She whispered softly, before she slowly leaned closer and left this soft kiss on your lips, before she leaned backwards again and showed you a blushing smile.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Hello again!

This is a message to my dear followers. Mostly towards Kyle James Powell & Kyle Jonhson & James Jones Boss.

I am truly sorry for my long absence. My laptop totally broke down and I am still not completely able to come online on Tumblr. This message is send from my work, so.... I hope that the three people I mentioned above want to continue our lines, for I truly missed you guys. I wished I could inform you all earlier, but that was impossible.

Let me know, darlings! I love you and miss you all! xXX

[elysabeth-jane-w]

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth could see, in your eyes, as she had pushed your buttocks, that you felt it was forced. So she slowed down a bit and softly bit down on her lower lip. “Sorry. I just—I think it will be painfuller if you do it slow. This slow.” She apologized on a muttering tone,...

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth heard you asking if she was okay, but could not answer it immediately, for she felt too much. Pain, tears, but also something else. After several seconds she nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” She breathes, before looked at you. You could see she was doing her best not to cry, but you could also see that she was in pain, indeed. “I’m okay, Kyle. I’ll be okay. It’s just—So tigt. I’m so tight.” She breathes again.

She felt how you took a grip on her hips and started to move backwards, before thrusting forward again. She moaned softly, biting down on her lower lip and felt something inside her breaking, tearing open. And she knew it was her maidenhead. “Oh Kyle. Just—Just go on. I know it will feel so good in the end. Please do not stop. Whatever happens; do.not.stop.” She gasps softly, before she wraps her legs around your waist, pushing her pelvis upwards, so you could penetrate her even more. Which made her able to feel you even more. Her fingernails moved over your back, leaving soft scratches.

Lys looked at you, before she slowly slid her tongue over your lips, teasingly. “You feel so good.” She mutters, before she kisses you gently, moving one hand into your hair, ruffling through it with her fingers. “Kyle—” She breathes, shortly after she breaks the kiss, throwing her head slowly backwards. “Oh, it feels so good already. Do not stop.” She whispers, on a moaning way.

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[elysabeth-jane-w]

[kyle-johnson1]

Kyle listened to your whole story, silently sitting next to you, watching you. He had taken your hand in order to make you feel a little bit better as you were speaking. It was hard to imagine what you had been going through and the story only almost made him feel sick. He let you finish, trying to keep his imagination from running as you told about where your parents had been placed and how. Your whole family had been wiped out and that sounded like the worst thing that could happen to you. He met your parsnts, they were really nice people. He knew they had died, which was why he thought you’d left -that was also somewhere in the messages. He wanted to be there for you and help you. But this whole thing sounded really big.

"I’m sorry" he muttered, turning his body to hug you and keep you from shaking. He never knew what you’d tell and he almost felt guilty for asking. Though he needed to hear the story to make peace in his mind and because he was your friend, he should help you. "Is he still walking around?" He asked, still holding you. He was not going to let go anytime soon. You needed this. "Don’t feel guilty" he muttered. "You couldn’t call, I understand" he sighed soft. He really cared for you and it was bad to see you like this. "Do i need to get you some water?" He asked, stroking his hand over your back. "I wish I could have been there for you" he muttered.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth explained you everything. Only telling you the details of her parents, but still a bit about the rest of them. She left the detail about how they all were murdered behind, because that was too gross for words. She wanted to spare you it, spare herself it. For she wanted to keep the memories away. But she knew she had to tell you, for you deserved an explanation, how hard it would be.

She saw how you turned your body and hugged her and se slowly buried her face against your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you and holding you, as tears rolled down her cheeks like a waterfall again. “You shouldn’t—You shouldn’t feel sorry. It is not—It is not your fault, Kyle.” She mutters, hearing you ask that important question. She shook her head. “No, they caught him after a month. He had plane-tickets ready for Paris, Brussels, Berlin, even New York. He was really about to travel anywhere to find me, to hunt me down and kill the last person of the family. But luckily the police got there in time, right before he went to France.” She explained, with this crooked smile. She shivered softly and kept on holding you. “They found—They found all sorts of weaponry inside his house. From machineguns to a double-barrelled shotgun to this Thompson gun.” She sighed softly and softly laid her head on your shoulder now.

“I am really sorry, Kyle. I wished for years I could call you, text you, talk to you. But I do hope you understand now.” She mutters softly, before she slowly looked up. She nodded when you asked her if you could get her some water. “Yes, I would like that.” There was this soft smile upon Elysabeth’s face when you muttered that last sentence and she reached out her hand and caressed with her fingers your cheek. “You are here now, Kyle. Which makes me feel more safe, more care-free, more happier. My life—My life has been so—So sad, clouded and senseless after I left you. So I—I don’t want to lose you again, Kyle. Is that odd? Odd that I care so much for you, more than much. More than liking, caring.” She softly mutters, before she let out this soft sigh, before laying her head close to your chest, her arms wrapped around you, her fingers on your back.

[kyle-johnson1]

Grave-thread: Elysabeth stands there, wearing this long black dress of shifon and silk, even with some tulle as well. She wore a ladies hat with tulle as well and carried a bunch of white and black roses. She was about to place the roses on your grave when she hears your voice. "What--?"She turns around and sees you, standing there. "Kyle--? What the--- Kyle! Bastard!" She grasps the roses and started to hit you with them. Roseleaves flying everywhere around you. "You son of a bitch! Bastard!"

It had been a while. Kyle was dressed in this long gray coat and a red scarf, the weather was warm so his coat was open and revealed his white shirt. He was on his way, walking into the direction of his own grave after a long long while. His breathing was low, slowly approaching the stone his name should be on as he saw a person bent over his grave, holding black roses. He bit his lower lip, watching the blonde as he pulled a face. Apologetic and concerned, parting his lips to apologize. But no sound came out at first. Then tho, encouraging himself to tell the first person his death had been fake, and he spoke up. ”I am truly sorry Elysabeth”

Speaking out your whole name already indicated the seriousness of the situation. He sighed once more and looked up as you turn around. Watching your face as he saw your whole expression turn south. He stepped back as you hit him, but further didn’t move. He tried to hold his arms up in a defense. ”Lys calm down” He muttered, pushing your arm away to move in and kiss your lips. He shifted back after. ”I’m sorry” He repeated, shifting his hand over your neck. 

[kyle-johnson1]

Kyle held his hand on your cheek, sighing deep as his lips removed from yours and he shook his head. Of course he did not regret kissing you, he loved you. He had left you for three years long, his death being faked and just leaving everything to be a mess. But he was glad, glad to see you. No matter how angry you were. 

He wanted to reply but your lips silenced him. Soft and gentle he returned your kiss, pulling you closer with his other hand whom had placed itself on your lower back. When he broke the kiss his lips slightly removed from yours but remained close. ”Of course I don’t regret the kiss” he whispered, his eyes focused on you. ”I love you” 

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth had been sick, for almost a year. Her own life had been a mess, she left you because there was no other way. You had done the same and she felt miserable, lost and lonely. But she was so glad to see you here again. She felt your hand on her cheek and looked at you, right before she kissed you as well, softly. A smile appeared on her face when you told her you loved it, but she soon frowned.

"Are you—Are you sure? I mean—Do you really love me? For I’ve missed you, so much, that it made me sick. Because I love you, Kyle. Even when I was this little girl and we met. I loved you even then." She mutters softly, brushing her lips passed yours, before she hugged you. "I missed you. I love you, a lot. Kyle. Is this real? For real? Do you mean it yourself?" Elysabeth whispers softly.

[kyle-johnson1]

Kyle was utterly surprised that you did not ask how come that he wasn’t laying under that grave stone but standing right in front of you. And yet the story would be too long and it would ruin the moment a little, after all he just told you he loved you and that was quite serious. He grinned, you were talking a lot and it was cute. He simply listened. You might be a little over talking, but he liked it. You simply tried to explain how you felt.

”No I’m joking” He replied sarcastically as he returned your embrace. He smiled lightly and nodded. ”Of course I am serious” He would never joke about loving you or kissing you. That went too far.  He would not play with your feelings like that. ”We should go inside and talk. You live near by?” He was not sure whether you had moved or still lived where you had been living and thus he asked. ”I missed you too”

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth was curious though, why you were here and alive and not under the ground. She wanted to know your story, very much, but she was overwhelmed by emotions of seeing you, of hugging you and hearing you say you loved her. She was unsure if you would actually mean it, but as you told her you were serious she smiled, brightly.

"Oh, Kyle. I fucking missed you, you idiot! Don't you ever leave me again, alright?" She held you tight, before nodding on your suggestion to go inside and talk. "Come, this way." She said, before taking your hand and guiding you to her house. There she unlocked the door and let you in. Right as you set foot into her house she wrapped her arms around you and kissed you tenderly on your lips. "Kyle. What happened?" She mutters after she broke the kiss.

[elysabeth-jane-w]

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth sighed softly, feeling quite well that you were not happy with the things that happened. The fact she left without telling you why, without answering your messages, without even calling. She understood your emotion, but she hoped you would understand her as well, when she would tell you. She sighed softly, as you started tos peak, telling her you were fine. Followed by that you got a runaway friend whom didn’t bothered to write or call. She looked down and sighed deeply again. “Kyle—I—” She looked up when you asked her if she was alright.

She shrugged softly. “I’m—I’m alright.” She replied as she kept on looking at you. “Can we—Can we talk somewhere?” She asked. “My house is nearby. Please, Kyle. I guess—I guess I should tell you why I left without a word, why I didn’t texted you back, answered your calls or messages.”

Elysabeth slowly extended her hand, moving her fingers around yours, right before she started to walk, pulling you slowly along with her. Within several minutes she arrived with you at her cosy house, a real old english house with a lovely garden, rosebushes, trees, grass and awnings. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and opened it up. “Please, come in.” She told you, as she walked in herself. She hung up her coat in the closet and turned to you. “Can I get you anything?” She then asked, sending you this soft smile. She felt nervous, very nervous.

She looked away, suddenly, for she felt tears coming up, aleady finding it hard to tell you and she wasn’t even starting yet. “Kyle—I’m so sorry—” Lys mutters softly, feeling a tear rolling down her cheek.

[kyle-johnson1]

Of course Kyle was not happy. He was having mixed feelings about this. On one side he was truly happy to see you and he wanted to hug you and just hold you for a long while and comfort you. But another part of him hated that you seemed fine. Glad you were well but just, the fact you were fine and did not bother to call him was this moment in which he doubted about how much you actually cared. You could have at least told him you were all right. It took one single text, call or mail to do so. And now you suddenly could explain things?

He nodded. Of course he would follow. He might be disappointed but he did care. And besides, maybe you could name a reason that you could not text, call, email or whatsoever. He took the hand you reached out to him and followed you towards the house. You truly had a beautiful house, he loved the sights of it. But that was not something which stuck to his mind long.

”No i’m fine”’ He replied as you asked him if you could get him anything. He just wanted to talk. Thus he took of his jacket, shoes and turned to you. He noticed you looked away and see the way you stood you were on the verge of crying. So he sighed, moved closer and pulled you into a hug. ”Don’t cry” Kyle whispered, holding you in an embrace. ”’Let’s sit down all right?” He said, guiding you to the couch where he sat down and made you sit next to him, stroking with his hand over your shoulder. He felt bad for reacting the  way he did now. He didn’t want to upset you at all. Especially if you’d have a good reason. ”Why are you crying Lys?”

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Elysabeth looked at you, seeing that this whole situation did bothered you, a lot. And she knew it was her fault, which made her feel guilty. Very guilty. She wished she had texted you, one text or one call. But they told her it was better not to, in case something might happen. And so left, leaving everything behind, including you; the person she so dearly cared and loved. Yes, she loved you. She still loves you, but the fear you might just walk out this moment was killing her.

She looked at you when you told her you were fine. She nodded or a moment, watching how you took off your jacket and shoes and she bit down on her lower lip, before turning her head away. She felt so nervous, scared, nervous. She heard you sighing and felt how you pulled her into an embrace. The dyke broke and her tears ran over her cheeks like a waterfall. “I can’t stop.” She muttered when you told her not to cry. Lys softly nodded when you told her to sit down and she felt how you guided her towards the couch where you sat down. She sat down next to you as well and looked at you, for one short second before turning away.

Lys heard you asking that question and swallowed. Not knowing where to begin. “Be—Because I’m feeling so guilty for not contacting you. Though I really—I really wanted to call you. Or text you. But I was—They told me not to. Because it—It could be risky.” She mutters through her tears. “I wish I could’ve say goodbye to you, but—I had to leave, as fast as possible.” She explains, before she looked at you.

“You probably—You probably heard about that—About that murder, that massacre several years ago. A year after we first met.” She started, fighting against more tears that were coming up. She swallowed and wiped them away and looked at you. “I—I—It is was my family, Kyle. It was my uncle, whom no one had contact with. He—He killed them all, because of—Because of a fight within the family.” She looked down, clenching her fingers together, making fists of them. “I was—I was studying for my education and—I got a call from my parents, asking me to come, quickly. So, I—I came and I—I found them. Dead. Sitting like puppets at the kitchen-table. The table was all set for lunch, with cups of tea, cold tea. And I—There was nothing I could do.” She continued, stil fighting against her tears. “Within a week or so my sister’s and brother’s family died. Slaughtered and placed like puppets in the living room or in their beds or in the garden.” She spoke with a small, tiny little voice. Almost as if her throat was squeezed shut by all the emotions.

“The next week my other uncles and aunts were next. Including their children. I was the last victim of my uncle. I had—I had to leave, Kyle. I had to hide. So I—I left the country. The police, MI5, even MI6 were searching the entire country for my uncle. I flew to France, where I stayed until the coast was clear. Everyone adviced me not to contact anyone, for they feared my uncle would track me down by it, or even hurt other people who I’d been hanging out with. I could not—I could not risk the fact you would get murdered as well, Kyle. I really couldn’t. And I’m so sorry! I really am. I wish I could’ve called you, talked to you. But I—I couldn’t. Please, Kyle. Please forgive me.” Elysabeth now cried out loud, burying her face in her hands, while her entire body was trembling, shaking, shivering from the memories she saw as she explained you the horror that happened in her life.

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Elysabeth grinned and watched you reaching towards the nightstand. She looked at how you took a condom and listened to the answers on her questions. She nodded, for she could’ve guessed it will hurt. But she was ready for it, she wanted it. Right here and now; with you.

She watched you you moved the condom over your hard erection and then felt how you laid down on top of her again. She looked at you, with this smile and nodded.

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Elysabeth continued to kiss you, feeling how you returned the kiss. She moaned herself, until you started to push slowly inside of her. She bit down on her lower lip and locked her eyes with yours.  “Yes, it feels good.” She replies your question. Thusfar it felt good, very good. Tight, but good. But she could feel herself it was getting more difficult for you. She grumbled slowly when you asked her that question. “Oh, Kyle. Just—Get into me.” She groaned, arching her hips up, before she moved her hands onto your buttocks, pushing it closer.

She looked up at you, seriously. “Claim me, take me. Just make these few seconds or minutes quick. Please—I want you. Now.” She mutters before she kisses you again, thrusting her hips upwards, feeling your hard erection getting a bit more inside of her. It was a tiny bit painful, but she knew it was the first level. It would be more painful, but she knew and hoped it would feel amazing in the end. With you.

“Kyle, please—Fuck me.” Lys breaths after she had broke the kiss, taking your face into both her hands, striking her tongue over your lips, licking it. She sucks gently on your lower lip, before she moves her lips downwards, to your neck.

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When you pushed down his buttocks to get his erection further up inside of you it felt rather forced. That just made him take it easy because he didn’t want to have the feeling he was hurting you.

Eventually when he had got in a bit further but not fully yet, he just took a moment to properly breathe, then made a soft sound as you sucked upon his lowerlip like that and then lowered your mouth. ”Hmm..” He briefly closed his eyes and tried his best to keep his breathing a bit regular.

After a moment he slowly continued pushing. There was this point he was kind of stuck, at least he couldn’t push further. He then just took a breath and suddenly gave a hard push, which then made it feel like he had entered you fully. He was satisfied, but immediately looked at your reaction to see whether he hadn’t hurt you too much. ”Still alright?” He asked just to check. You were still wet, but just really tight. To him it already felt quite amazing, besides the fact he really had to pay attention to what he was doing.

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Elysabeth could see, in your eyes, as she had pushed your buttocks, that you felt it was forced. So she slowed down a bit and softly bit down on her lower lip. “Sorry. I just—I think it will be painfuller if you do it slow. This slow.” She apologized on a muttering tone, looking down for one second. But she knew you wanted to take it this slow, for you did not want to hurt her and she understood that. She slowly looked up and bit down on her lower lip again, feeling you continued pushing, until you got stuck. She wrapped her arms around you and softly sucked onto your lower lip, hearing you letting out that sound of pleasure.

She let out this loud gasp when you gave a quick hard push, penetrating her completely, filling her. She moaned, but whimpered, feeling it did hurt now. Really hurt. Lys turned her head to the other side, so you could not see the tears, which she felt now appearing in her eyes. She heard you asking that question and swallowed, fighting against the tears. You were truly large, she was tight, really tight and perhaps you were just too big for her.

Lys turned her head and looked at you, still whimpering, biting down on her lower lip. “I’m—I’m fine. Just—Just go on.” She mutters, with this soft, tiny little voice. It still hurted, but she tried to ignore it, though it was visible on the expression on her face. “Please be gently now.” She continued muttering.

[necro-man-sir]

Mom said that if this post gets 50 000 notes that I get to keep this little derp

Please help a guy out, he’s not a fluffy chicken but he’s my new best friend!

[necro-man-sir]

If you guys help me get this kitten, I’ll teach it to do a thing.

[ladiesloveloki]

HELP HIM KEEP THE DERP…IF YOU DO, NAME THE KITTY ‘DERP’

[elysabeth-jane-w]

Look how cute! Hope you can keep him, the little one.

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Elysabeth grinned and watched you reaching towards the nightstand. She looked at how you took a condom and listened to the answers on her questions. She nodded, for she could’ve guessed it will hurt. But she was ready for it, she wanted it. Right here and now; with you.

She watched you you moved the condom over your hard erection and then felt how you laid down on top of her again. She looked at you, with this smile and nodded.

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Elysabeth continued to kiss you, feeling how you returned the kiss. She moaned herself, until you started to push slowly inside of her. She bit down on her lower lip and locked her eyes with yours.  “Yes, it feels good.” She replies your question. Thusfar it felt good, very good. Tight, but good. But she could feel herself it was getting more difficult for you. She grumbled slowly when you asked her that question. “Oh, Kyle. Just—Get into me.” She groaned, arching her hips up, before she moved her hands onto your buttocks, pushing it closer.

She looked up at you, seriously. “Claim me, take me. Just make these few seconds or minutes quick. Please—I want you. Now.” She mutters before she kisses you again, thrusting her hips upwards, feeling your hard erection getting a bit more inside of her. It was a tiny bit painful, but she knew it was the first level. It would be more painful, but she knew and hoped it would feel amazing in the end. With you.

“Kyle, please—Fuck me.” Lys breaths after she had broke the kiss, taking your face into both her hands, striking her tongue over your lips, licking it. She sucks gently on your lower lip, before she moves her lips downwards, to your neck.

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Elysabeth grinned when you thanked her for the comment and kept on doing with what she was doing, stroking you, caressing you, teasing you. With her fingers, moving up and down your shaft, as her thumb caressed the tip. She looked at you every now and then at you, hearing…

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Elysabeth felt how you pulled down her underwear completely. She felt how you continued to move your fingers. First exploring it with your fingers, before you eventually started to rub her. She moaned, for she loved it, enjoyed it. Feeling as you moved your thumb, in order to search for her clit she held her breath; waiting for what was about to come. Of course she had touched herself some times. But not that many. So this, what she was feeling now, was overwhelming her, completely.

She moaned your name, Kyle, before nibbling down on her lower lip. “Oh, Kyle. This feels—Amazing. I’ll kill you if you dare to stop. P-Please go on.” She moaned very softly, before she pulled you on top of her. She gasped as she felt how your hard erection was touching her inner-thigh. She looked at you, as she deepened the kiss; passionately, lovingly almost. Her fingers rushed into your hair, pulling your face closer until you pulled back.

You still kept your face close though and she looked into your eyes, listening to the question you asked her. “Yes, I think it’s better to use that one. Though I’m taking the pill, I think it is wise to use one now.” She mutters, before she suddenly shifted, seemingly nervous and shy for what was about to come. She looked at you again and muttered so soft that you could barely hear it: “Will it hurt? You will—You will be careful, right?” Her eyes were locked with yours and her lower lip trembled a bit.

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”Alright.. That’s okay then.” If you wished to use a condom, he would. He could already have expected that anyway. He slightly sat up to reach towards his nightstand. He opened the top drawer and got a condom out of it.

When you asked him those questions, he pressed his lips together and nodded a bit. ”It might hurt a little at first.. But I think you might have guessed that..” You were wet enough though, so that definitely helped already. ”But I swear I’ll be as careful as I can.” He flashed you a quick smile. Then he opened up the package of the condom and took it out, just dropping the package on the floor. He put the condom on the tip of his erection, then rolled it down.

”Alright.. Are you ready?” He took a small breath, getting fully on top of you again and looked into your eyes. ”If you just.. Spread your legs.. I’ll take it slow, okay?” It was important to him that you trusted him, and enjoyed it ofcourse.

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Elysabeth grinned and watched you reaching towards the nightstand. She looked at how you took a condom and listened to the answers on her questions. She nodded, for she could’ve guessed it will hurt. But she was ready for it, she wanted it. Right here and now; with you.

She watched you you moved the condom over your hard erection and then felt how you laid down on top of her again. She looked at you, with this smile and nodded. “Yes, I’m ready, Kyle. Please—Take me.” She whispers, before she wrapped her legs around your waist, feeling the tip of your erection touching right between her thighs. She already let out this soft sound of pleasure and grinned.

“Take me.” She whispers once more, before she kisses you, hard onto your mouth, wrapping her arms around your neck, pushing her hips a bit more up.