There are scary noises coming from the kitchen :'((
And i am home alone
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Puzzle Piece
Lando Norris x best friend!reader
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Summary: Youโre always drawn to Lando. Heโs always happy to have you near him. Finally, the pieces might just click into place. Based off this request.
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Warnings: alcohol/intoxication
You turn up on your best friendโs doorstep, heels in hand, one of the straps of your dress falling down your shoulder. It only takes a light knock, and then you hear footsteps, the click of the lock. Lando swings the door open, an amused smile already on his lips.
โHi, hun,โ he says in a teasing tone. โYouโve had a good night, huh?โ
You roll your eyes at him. โCan I come in?โ
โFโcourse,โ he says, ushering you inside with a hand pressed to your upper back. โDid you walk here?โ
You nod. He sighs. Itโs a cycle. You can almost predict word for word what heโll say next. Shouldโve just called me-
โ- I wouldโve picked you up,โ he says, as if heโs finishing your train of thought. โAnd you walked here barefoot? Are you-โ
โCrazy?โ You say, at the same time as him. โNo. Just tired, โnd my feet hurt.โ
You walk into the living room and collapse onto the couch with a heavy sigh. He does the same, sitting next to you. You shiver when his fingers brush against your shoulder, directing the strap of your dress back into place. He reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear after that. You lean into the touch.
โDid you have fun?โ He asks.
He knows you were out with friends tonight, dinner and drinks and dancing. You nod, lifting your feet off the floor and placing them on the couch. He reaches out and sweeps your legs across his lap, and you sigh happily. Then he tosses a blanket over the two of you.
โYeah. Sadie found a guy, though, so she left early. And Madi had way too many shots. Had to call her boyfriend to come get her,โ you say. โOh, I ran into your coworker. He bought me a drink.โ
Lando wrinkles his nose at that. โWhich one?โ
You open your mouth to answer, but you fumble for the name. You furrow your brows, sliding farther down into the couch. Lando lets out a squeaky laugh.
โHe bought you a drink and you donโt even remember his name?โ He asks incredulously.
โI know his name,โ you scoff, rubbing your cheek. โI just. Iโm drunk, Lan.โ
He laughs, reaches out, wraps his arm around your shoulders. He pulls you in, and you go willingly. Happily, even. You rest your head between his jaw and his shoulder, burrowing into the warmth of his skin.
โPierre,โ you tell him.
Lando scoffs. โPierre has a girlfriend.โ
โNever said he bought me a drink and asked me out or anything,โ you say, rolling your eyes. โJust that he bought me a drink.โ
Lando laughs again and rests his chin atop your head. You melt against him. He rubs your back gently, hand bumping over the low back of your dress and your bare skin.
โYou staying the night?โ He asks.
You nod sleepily against him. โIf itโs alright.โ
โAlways is,โ he says quietly.
On the nights you go out, you end up at Landoโs place more often than you end up at your own. Whether heโs out with you or waiting at home, you head towards him, like a beacon to your drunk mind. How can you help it, really, when he holds you like this, when heโs warm and soft, when he gives you clothes to wear and food and water and tucks you into bed? Of course you want to be with him.
He rubs a thumb over your cheek. โYou hungry?โ
You nod, biting back a yawn. He laughs again, that light little sound that makes your heart warm. He nudges your shoulder lightly.
โThereโs clothes in the guest room for you,โ he says, nodding towards the hallway. โGo change and Iโll get you some food, yeah?โ
You nod, untangling yourself from him and stretching as you get up off the couch. He squeezes your hip as you do so. You stumble your way towards the guest room on aching feet. The bed is made, one of your favorite blankets laid across the bottom. Thereโs one of his shirts, a pair of shorts, and a hoodie all laid out for you on the bed, too. Thereโs even a pair of socks, folded neatly there. He mustโve assumed youโd show up eventually, since he knew you were going out tonight.
Suddenly, your heart is racing. Youโre not sure why, canโt pinpoint it in your hazy state. Something to do with the way he takes care of you. You change, leaving the dress laying on the floor, feeling much more comfortable in his clothing. You make your way back to the living room, then towards the kitchen when you hear him there.
Heโs at the stove, staring through the glass door. When you peer into it, too, you see a frozen pizza baking. You smile and drape yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his middle. He sighs happily.
โThis is why youโre my favorite,โ you murmur.
โMm. Thatโs why you come over, huh?โ He says. โNot to see me, itโs the food.โ
You laugh, squeeze your arms around him. โNo. I come over to see you. The rest is an added bonus.โ
He turns in your arms and pulls you into his chest, a bright smile on his face. โOkay. Iโll take that.โ
You eat dinner with him, or really, a very late snack. Or an early, early breakfast. Then he gets you a glass of water and herds you towards the guest room. He takes the glass back just before you flop backwards onto the mattress with a laugh. He lifts your legs for you by the ankles to get you fully into the bed, peels back the blankets so he can tuck you in. You tug at his hip until he sits down next to you. He sweeps stray hair from your forehead as you blink slowly.
โGoodnight, sweetheart,โ he says softly.
โLove you, Lan,โ you mutter, eyes closed.
โLove you too,โ he says, barely above a whisper.
Five minutes later, probably when he thinks youโve fallen asleep, he says, โmore than you know. I love you more than anything.โ
Then he leaves the room. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, wondering if youโve dreamed it all.
โฆ..
A week later, Lando opens his front door expecting pizza, and instead finds you. He blinks wildly, trying to figure out exactly whatโs going on. He hadnโt known you were going out tonight, but here you are at his front door, very obviously drunk. In fact, as he takes in the look on your face, the dullness of your gaze, he thinks youโre beyond drunk. Wasted. Blacked out, maybe. His stomach churns uncomfortably.
โBaby,โ he says softly, watching the way your face melts into a soft smile. โYou okay? You didnโt tell me you were going out.โ
You shrug. โDidnโt.โ
You slip past him and into the apartment. He follows closely behind, frowning. He swears he can smell the vodka on your skin- like the nail polish remover his sisters used growing up. He closes the door behind the two of you and reaches for your wrist.
โHey,โ he says, as you stumble into his chest and sigh. โAre you okay?โ
You shrug again in response. He fights the urge to groan loudly. He takes your face in his hands and tilts it up towards him. You blink slowly, eyes wide and staring blankly back at him.
โHow much did you have to drink?โ He asks.
You shrug. Worry sinks into his chest, makes a home there. He runs a thumb across the smooth skin under your eye. He hates to see you like this.
โA lot, huh?โ He asks.
Finally, a nod instead of a shrug. He cocks his head at you.
โBut you didnโt go out?โ
You shake your head.
โWhy did you drink a lot, by yourself, at home?โ He asks.
You return to your signature shrug. This time he does groan. He lets go of your face, though, and takes you by the shoulders and spins you slowly. He decides itโs best to get you sitting down, so he leads you to the living room, to your spot on the couch. You collapse there, but the usual soft, comfortable smile is missing from your face. He frowns down at you.
You reach out and tug on his shirt. He knows what youโre asking and he goes willingly, happily. He sinks down onto the couch next to you with a soft sigh and pulls you into his chest. You fit there perfectly, like always, like his favorite puzzle piece. He feels so much more at peace when he has you tucked against him. He reaches out and pulls your legs into his lap, curling protectively around you.
โYou wanna talk about whatever made you sad enough to get this drunk on a random Tuesday?โ He asks, softly.
You shrug and sniffle. His heart clenches in his chest. He hates to see you sad.
โMโfine,โ you insist.
Heโs not sure what else he expected- youโre blackout drunk, itโs not like youโre going to hold a whole conversation with him. But still, he has to try. He feels a tear drip onto his collarbone and he knows somethingโs terribly wrong. Itโs breaking his heart.
โBaby,โ he says, softly. โWhatโs going on?โ
You pull away, blink up at him. โIโm hungry.โ
He huffs, knowing thatโs not the full story. โGood news. Iโve already got pizza on the way.โ
You smile widely, the first smile heโs pulled from you since you showed up at his door. He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, and you smile at him despite it. Then you tuck yourself back into him. He sighs and decides it can wait. He lets you stay there until the doorbell rings- the pizza is here.
He leaves you on the couch while he retrieves the food, and then goes to rejoin you in the living room. He doesnโt bother with plates, knowing you wonโt care. Except when he returns, youโre gone, and he frowns. He calls your name and gets no response, but then he hears a noise from the kitchen and goes to investigate.
Youโre standing at the fridge, a bottle of vodka in your hand. You stare widely at him, a deer caught in the headlights.
โBaby,โ he says softly. โI donโt think you need any more alcohol.โ
โThe pizzaโs gonna sober me up,โ you tell him with a frown.
He tries to rub away the ache in his chest, but it doesnโt work. โYeah, sweetheart. Sโkinda the point.โ
You frown at him, but when he walks over, you let him take the bottle and put it back in the fridge. He leans in and grabs you a can of soda instead. Then he slips his hand into yours and leads you back to the living room. You follow him reluctantly.
After a couple slices of pizza and a can of soda, you fall asleep against his shoulder. He lets you rest for a bit, until his arm starts to fall asleep and his own eyelids grow heavy. Then he lifts you up carefully and carries you to the guest room, tucking you in with a kiss to your forehead. You stir at the touch.
โI love you, Lan,โ you tell him, half asleep, eyes still shut.
โYeah, honey, love you too.โ He answers.
โNot the same,โ you say, barely a whisper.
He wants to ask you what you mean, what that could possibly mean, but youโre fast asleep again within seconds. He lays awake in his own bed for hours after, worry gnawing at his gut over the tears in your eyes and the pain on your face. He knows in the morning youโll tell him you were just drunk, thatโs youโre fine. Youโll plaster a smile on your face and try to make him believe you . But he canโt shake the feeling that something is really wrong.
โฆ..
The next time you show up at his door, youโre in a much better mood. He opens the door with a grin, and you lean towards him immediately, trusting that heโll catch you. He does, of course, letting out a soft oof as your head makes impact on his shoulder.
โGeez, okay, letโs get inside before you start falling over,โ he suggests.
He takes hold of your shoulders and drags you inside. Youโre giggling as you trip over your own feet and his, too.
โLook, I made it here with my shoes on,โ you say, pointing out the sneakers on your feet.
He laughs. โProud of you, baby.โ
You laugh again, leaning heavily on him as you throw your arms around his neck. Your nose drags along his jaw. He smells nice, familiar. You could stay right here forever.
โI like when you call me that,โ you admit, the words tumbling off your drunk lips. โBaby.โ
Lando sighs, resting his hands gently on your hips. โOkay, baby, letโs get you sitting down, yeah? And maybe some food and water. I think someoneโs a bit drunk.โ
You whine into his skin, laughing at the way he shivers. You press your nose to his collarbone as he tries to walk you backwards towards the living room. He laughs and does his best to keep you both steady, but when you tug on his arm you both end up tumbling over. Lando, quick reflexes and all, manages to direct both of you into the couch. He lands halfway on top of you, and you sigh happily.
โThis is nice,โ you mumble, wrapping your arms around his middle.
โYouโve had wine tonight, havenโt you?โ He asks, voice low.
You nod against his chest. โHowโd you know?โ
He laughs. โBecause youโre a clingy wine drunk. Vodka makes you sad, and seltzers make you bubbly.โ
You sigh in response and try to pull him closer. Heโs wearing a t-shirt with a worn out neckline- you press your cheek to the sliver of skin on his chest thatโs left bare for you. The warmth of him is comforting, his skin is soft against yours. He groans softly, and then the whole world is moving around you- Lando flips the two of you over on the couch, so heโs laying under you, and you rest against his chest.
โDโyou want food?โ He asks, running his hand over the top of your head.
โMmm, no, not hungry,โ you say.
โThirsty?โ He asks.
โNot for water,โ you say. It slips out before you can really even think about it.
โWell, youโre not having more alcohol,โ he says.
โSโnot what I meant,โ you say.
He sputters out a laugh, chokes your name out in the middle of it. You dissolve into giggles, burying your head in his chest. And itโs funny, really, but heโs so warm and soft against you, and you love him, you have for a while, and two times ago when you were drunk he said he loved you more than anything. Now youโre wine drunk and clingy, and you want to kiss him so badly.
You lift your head, fold your hands on his chest, and rest your chin on top of them. โYou should kiss me.โ
He laughs, presses a silly kiss to your forehead, complete with a cheesy mwah. You roll your eyes.
โA real kiss,โ you insist. โLike you love me.โ
He blinks softly at you, eyes going wide. You keep the smile on your face- itโs all your drunk mind knows how to do. You know youโll probably regret this in the morning, but you stare at him anyway. Itโs too late now.
โYou said you love me more than anything,โ you tell him.
He frowns slightly. โI thought you were asleep,โ he says.
โI wasnโt,โ you shrug. โIs it true? Cause โf it is, you should kiss me.โ
Lando stares at you, eyes even wider now. His cheeks are flushed, lips parted. You start to wonder if youโve made a huge mistake- heโs your best friend, and here you are, showing up at his place drunk, asking him to kiss you.
โBaby,โ he says, softly, tenderly, gently. โYouโre drunk.โ
โBut you said-โ you cut yourself off, squeeze your eyes shut. โYou said-โ
โI know what I said,โ he says softly. โAnd Iโm not taking it back or saying it isnโt true. But Iโm not going to have this talk while youโre drunk, and Iโm definitely not kissing you while youโre drunk.โ
You let out a huff. He laughs and runs his thumb against your cheek. You open your eyes to stare at him, then turn your head to press your lips against the heel of his hand. He gives you a wobbly smile.
โStay the night,โ he suggests, voice breathy. โAnd weโll have breakfast tomorrow and talk about it all, yeah?โ
You nod, eyes growing watery. Lando pouts at you. He leans close and kisses your cheek sweetly, his hand still holding the side of your face.
You follow him to the bedroom shortly afterwards, and he tucks you into the guest bed. You fight to keep your eyes open as he sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his hand over your shoulder.
โWeโll talk tomorrow?โ You ask, softly. โPromise youโll remind me?โ
He nods, chewing on his lower lip. โPromise.โ
He kisses your forehead just before you fall asleep. You dream about him, like you almost always do.
โฆ..
You wake up in the morning to sunlight streaming through the windows. Anxiety has already made its home in your chest. You remember everything from the night before, every last bit. You wonder if Lando is hoping you donโt. If he wishes youโd never showed up to his place. Maybe heโll pretend nothing happened, and the two of you can just move past it. That would make all of this easier.
You roll out of bed, brush your teeth, and decide itโs time to face the music. You can hear actual music playing faintly in the kitchen, so you go to find Lando. Heโs humming along, bobbing his head to the beat as he cooks something on the stove. You stop in the doorway to watch.
โI know youโre there,โ he says without even turning to look. โCome sit. Iโm making breakfast.โ
You wander over to the kitchen counter, sliding a barstool out and perching yourself on it. You stare at the back of his head, trying to get any sort of information out of his body language. You can read him so well, usually, but this feels more complicated. He hasnโt even looked at you. Your stomach churns with anxiety.
โLan,โ you say, softly, watching the way his shoulders tense. โDid I annoy you last night?โ
He finally turns, eyes meeting yours. โWhat do you remember?โ
You shrug. His eyes trace your face, wide and bright. You canโt read his expression, canโt tell what heโs feeling. He promised heโd remind you. But this is his out- maybe you should let him have it. If he doesnโt want to talk about it, that probably means he doesnโt feel the same. And that would be okay, really. Youโll get over it eventually.
He sets the spatula down on the counter. He drums his fingers against the surface before he turns fully towards you. He holds onto the edge and leans forward, tilting in your direction.
โYou didnโt annoy me,โ he says, softly.
He tilts his head at you. He releases the counter and stumbles a couple steps forward, landing in front of where youโre sitting on the stool. A small smile crosses his lips, the first hint of an emotion that youโve caught from him all morning. When his hand comes up to hold the side of your face, you hold your breath.
โCan I kiss you?โ He asks, voice low.
You swallow and nod. โPlease.โ
Everything feels brighter when his lips touch yours. The sun shines through the window, and you feel warm all over. Heโs soft and warm against you, his hands holding your face, and you wrap your fingers in his t-shirt to pull him closer. He steps between your legs with a muffled laugh, nips at your lower lip, slides his hands down your neck and shoulders until they fall to rest on your waist. You press yourself against him, and he does the same.
He breaks away for just a moment, lips against your cheek as he says, โI donโt know if you remember, but you said you loved me. And I just need you to know I love you, too. Like- as more than a friend, yeah?โ
โYeah, Lan,โ you agree, kissing his jaw. He lets out a sharp whine. โI love you more than anything.โ
The bacon is burning on the stovetop. Eventually, one of you will have to do something about that. But for now, he kisses you again, and you canโt bring yourself to care.
When he finally does pull away, he turns off the stove, discards the burnt food, and orders takeout breakfast for both of you. Then he turns to you, eyes sparkling.
โFrom now on,โ he says, fingers holding onto your hips, โcall me when you go out and get too drunk to make it home, yeah? Iโll pick you up. Thatโs what boyfriends do.โ
You laugh and then nod in agreement. โI guess I could do that. That would be the right thing to do, as your girlfriend.โ
He kisses your forehead. You tuck yourself into his chest. The puzzle clicks into place.
a/n: Lando has been on my mind a lot lately, so here we go! First little bit of dialogue updated after his tweet to Charles lolll
Taglist: @4-mula1 @celestialams @struggling-with-delia @lovekt @i-wish-this-was-me @forzalando @iloveyou3000morgan
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Did not just spontaneously decide to do some acting practice (staying in character/improv) and chose R.M. Renfield as the character to stay in the role which ended with me wandering into the dark part of the forest in pants that are too big for me and no shoes, looking for any sign of a chapel, making the decision thatย โperhaps the Master is still adjusting to Londonโ and wandering back home while sayingย โI will find a place to hide until heโs ready!โย
Definitely did not do that.ย
Not me.ย
Nope.ย
Never.ย
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2.6k | fluff, mentions of physical abuse
If Simon still had his family (part 2)
Simon Riley just got back to the safe house when he saw it.
Tommy Riley, 2 hours ago, 5 missed calls
Itโs mum. Call back.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
His heart thumped as the phone rang. โMum?โ he said as soon as the line connected. โAre you alright? Did something happen?โ
โOh, Simonโฆโ her voice cracked.
His dad had always been an alcoholic ever since he could remember. He and his younger brother Tommy grew up witnessing his antics: stumbling through the door with slurred shouts in the wee hours of the night, often breaking things in the house, taunting them with the exotic animals he brought on occasions, if he even came home at all.
Mrs. Riley turned the other cheek, making excuses for him. As a child, Simon believed her, that people were short sometimes. Because daddy was tired at work, because mummy didnโt cook dinner right, or forgot to buy his favourite beerโฆ Until he grew up and saw the behaviour as what it was.
But she never left, reassuring him his dad would never lay a hand on her. Simon didnโt trust that bastard of a man, but it was her choice to stay and he could only respect that. It was not his decision to make.
At least if he couldnโt bring her the happiness she deserved, he had to do something to distract himself from the hell at home and divert his aggression. That, and he wanted to help make the world a better place. When he left for the military, he firmly warned Tommy to take care of mum and to be there for her if anything was to happen.
Still, Simon spent his adult life painstakingly watching, waiting for the manโs first misstep so he could eliminate that cancer out of everyoneโs life once and for all. The day was finally here. His dad had chased his mum about the house with a knife.
โI- Iโve got nothing but the clothes on my back. I walked barefoot to Tommyโs,โ she said between sobs.
โHow long has this-โ He stopped himself. It was not the time. He took a deep breath, his hand in a fist, knuckles white. โYouโre catching the next train to Hereford,โ he growled through gritted teeth. โYouโll stay at my flat until Iโm back and weโll figure things out. Someone from the base will call and help you out.โ
โI donโt want to be a bother, Si. I justโฆ I donโt know what to do.โ
โYouโre never a bother,โ he said sternly. โI only go back home on the weekends, just stay there. I need you to be safe, mum. Please.โ
In Hereford, on a chilly Tuesday night as you made your way down the hall to your flat, there stood a lady fumbling with the key to her own. On the floor laid bags overflowing with fresh produce. She turned as your footsteps approached.
โHiya, sweetheart. Terribly sorry, but could you give me a hand please? I canโt seem to get the door.โ She was middle aged, greying short hair, soft spoken with a Manchester accent.
ย โโCourse.โ You smiled at her as she moved aside. โDonโt think Iโve seen you here before.โ The key only turned halfway before stopping.
โI just got here some days ago.โ
You grunted before turning it all the way. โThere you go.โ You pushed the door open.
โOh, youโre an angel, luv.โ She thrusted a bag of apples towards you. โItโs not much, but here. Please have these as a thanks.โ
โThat wonโt be necessary, maโam. Itโs nothing really.โ
โPlease, I insist.โ She put her hand on yours. โAnd itโs Melanie.โ
You smiled. โWelcome to the building, Melanie. Iโm at the end of the hall if you need me.โ
You spent Saturday morning baking, courtesy of Melanieโs delicious gift. Even that you devoured the apples throughout the days, you didnโt want to risk the rest going bad on you โ you could only eat so much. As you let the pie cool, you cleaned up before making your way to her flat.
It didnโt take long for the door to open. Your smile fell as you blinked at the man staring down at you. His stature huge, almost filling the doorframe as he stood unmoving.
You cowered, eyes darting away. โHi, uh, is Melanie in?โ
โMelanie?โ he repeated, voice gruff and cautious. He leaned his forearm against the frame, appearing even more intimidating than the situation needed him to be. โWhat does this concern?โ
You took a step back. โJustโฆ wanted to give this to her.โ You held out the pie towards him.
โWho is it, Si?โ a woman from behind him called.
The man stepped aside to reveal the much shorter Melanie.
Her face lit up. โOh, hello, luv. What a surprise!โ
โThanks for the apples, Melanie. I made you this.โ You trudged the pan towards her, shifting your weight.
โCome in, come in. This is my son, Simon.โ She turned to the man, patting his arm. โSheโs the bird who helped me with the door the other day.โ
Still with the sharp stare, he gave you a curt nod before you followed Melanie in, placing the pie on the dining table.
โLunch is almost ready. Would you care to stay, luv?โ She made her way towards the stove and muttered, โI always cook too much.โ
You smiled. โIโd love to, sure. It smells lovely.โ
You helped set up the table as she finished up the soup and brought it out. Simon got himself a helping and sat across you with Melanie beside the both of you. The blond was a few years older than you, jaw lined with a light stubble, but those brown eyes. They were icy, calculating as he glared at you.
Even that the soup was tasty, you regretted saying yes to it as you ate under his scrutiny. Instead, you averted your gaze to take in the flat. The layout was similar to yours, but quality pieces furnished it instead. The large, dark couch in the corner of the living room looked particularly comfortable, behind it a tall shelf lined with books. It was sparsely decorated, and too tidy to be recently moved into without boxes about.
โDo you know if theyโve got a farmerโs market nearby, luv?โ
โI donโt, sorry. I get by going to Tesco.โ You gave her a soft laugh. โBut I can help you ask around.โ
She beamed. โThatโd be very nice.โ
โI do know a bakery a few blocks away with wonderful loaves though. I always buy there.โ
While the both of you chatted about the area, Simon was wordless. In fact, he almost didnโt make a noise at all, but at least heโd stopped staring which allowed you to finally relax your back you didnโt realise had been tense. You thanked her again for lunch, and she promised to return the pie pan as soon as she could.
Later that evening, the knock on the door took you away from your laptop. You expected Melanie, but were instead greeted by Simon. Standing a respectable distance from the doorway, he didnโt look like he was trying to scare you this time even that his gaze was as stony.
โThanks for the pie. Was mint.โ
You couldnโt help but chuckle at his flat tone, taking the pan from him. โIโm glad you liked it.โ
He grunted, averting his gaze. โI wanted to thank you, for how nice youโve been to my mum.โ He looked back up at you. โSheโs having a bit of a hard time adjusting.โ
Your shoulders relaxed. โI understand. Itโs not always easy going somewhere new.โ
โIf you ever need anything, feel free to drop by.โ He gave you a half smile before turning away.
The blond Mancunian was the last person you expected at your door on Wednesday night. Youโd just taken your coat off as you arrived back from work.
โI got greedy and bought too much takeaway. Would you like to join us for dinner?โ
You laughed. โReally? Too much food?โ
โIโm not fond of leftovers.โ He shrugged, inadvertently emphasising his size.
โWell, I havenโt had dinner yet.โ
โMonโ then.โ He tiled his head towards his flat, his hands now shoved in the pockets of his black hoodie.
โGlad you could join us, luv.โ Melanie smiled as she set the table.
โHard to resist takeaway.โ You chuckled as you approached. Takeaway boxes almost covered the entirety of the table. โWow, this is a whole spread.โ
โI said the same thing!โ
โWhat can I say, Iโm a hungry man,โ he said gruffly behind you.
You turned to him in amusement. He gave you a shrug, but this time his eyes didnโt look as hard. In fact, you thought you saw a whisper of a smile on his lips.
Later that Saturday as you lounged around on the couch, you looked up from your book at the knock on the door. It was once again Simon in his hoodie, his posture impressive as always.
โMy mum told me to run to the shops because weโre out of salt. Any chance youโve got some to spare so I donโt have to?โ
โSalt? Of course.โ You headed to the kitchen, leaving the door open.
His fingertips brushed against yours as you handed him the ceramic container.
โSheโs cooking pasta. Fancy some?โ He tilted his head towards his flat.
โI shouldnโt.โ
โWhy not?โ He raised an eyebrow.
You gave him an amused smile. โIโm starting to feel like a freeloader.โ
โItโs the least we can offer in return of the salt.โ
โItโs just salt.โ
โWe wouldnโt be eating without your salt, if Iโm honest.โ
The smile remained as you shook your head.
โCome, sheโs waiting.โ
At the stove, Melanie thanked you for the โlife-savingโ salt when you should be the one thanking her for her hospitality. By now, you knew where the tableware was and started setting the table, but this time Simon trailed, grabbing glasses and closing the cabinet doors after you.
โItโs brilliant, really,โ you said after the first bite of the tomato pasta. โYouโre feeding me too well.โ ย
She smiled proudly. โIโm glad you like it.โ
โIโm not a culinary prodigy at all, but please let me return the favour and make the meal next time.โ
โDonโt wor-โ
โWhen?โ Simon piped up.
โNext weekend sounds good?โ
โCanโt do.โ
You hummed. โWell, I wonโt have enough time to cook anything fancy on weekdays.โ
Melanie swatted her hand. โOh, you really donโt have to, luv.โ
โBut thereโs still tomorrow. How does lunch sound? Iโll do the shopping today.โ
โIโll drive. Need to pick up a few things too.โ
You smiled at him and turned to Melanie. โYou want to come with?โ
She shook her head. โYou kids have fun.โ
Simon cleaned up while you got ready before leaving in his SUV. In the sun, his eyes were gorgeous glimmers of deep caramel framed by long, blond lashes. Heโd pushed his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms โ the left one inked.
It flexed as his hand rested atop the steering wheel at the red light. You could see the details from here โ skulls and rifles over fire adorned his pale skin. You wondered how far up the monochrome sleeve extended.
He still hadnโt said anything since he picked you up at your door. At this point, you couldnโt tell if he was awkward or simply didnโt like to talk. You tried your luck anyway.
โHow do you find the building so far?โ
โNo complaints. Been there over a year.โ
โReally? I donโt think Iโd seen you before actually.โ
โI donโt really live there. Just on the weekends, if any.โ
โDidnโt Melanie say she just got here weeks ago?โ
โSheโs visiting.โ He turned to you. โI meant it when I said she likes your company.โ
You smiled. โSheโs real sweet. I hope she enjoys her stay.โ
When you arrived, he beat you to the basket at the entrance.
โIโll get it. On you, luv.โ
You got called โluvโ all the time, but the way he said it made you look away. You couldnโt ignore the tickle that ran down your spine.
On the way to the produce section, the offer sign caught your eye as you passed the biscuit aisle. You reached for the goldfish crackers you hadnโt had in a while.
โTwo goldfish are in a tankโฆโ he started behind you.
You turned to him, a brow raised.
โOne looks at the other and says โYou know how to drive this thing?โโ
Nothing prepared you for a joke from him, the brooding man in oversized hoodies who barely spoke. You cackled embarrassingly loud in the empty aisle. It was your first time seeing him actually smile. He had pretty teeth, and his eyes finally thawed, crinkles by them.
โThatโs a good one,โ you said after your laughter died down, chucking a bag into the basket.
The ghost of a smile remained on his lips as he looked ahead. You took it as a cue to move along. He stood behind you as you moved about and picked ingredients, telling you the reason he couldnโt do next weekend was because he was in the military and would be gone on a mission. You didnโt know it, but his gaze lingered on you the whole time.
Before long, you were ready to check out, grabbing a box of English Breakfast tea on your way there. In the queue, Simon stood a touch closer behind you than he needed to, his arm splayed on the railing next to you. You didnโt make a move against it. Instead you tried to make out the rest of his tattoo, but the way his veins budged under the ink from holding the basket distracted you.
It occurred to you people had joined the line when you heard giggles behind the wall of Simon. You couldnโt help tuning into the rather loud conversation. One of the girls was dared to skydive after losing a round of beer pong, and the instructor was โso fucking hot summer came back to Birminghamโ. She very much looked forward to their date the following week.
You bit back a smile. You were oddly proud of the stranger. You go, girl.
Simon tapped your shoulder and leaned into your ear. โWhy donโt blind guys skydive?โ
You only managed to turn a fraction before coming face to face with him. Your breath hitched, not expecting the proximity.
โBecause it scares the shit out of their dogs.โ
Your laughter boomed before you slapped a hand over your mouth and turning to him fully. His warm eyes returned with his smile, looking absolutely pleased with himself.
The eye contact remained a touch longer, only broken by the cashier calling for the next customer. You whipped towards the lady, gaze cast down as Simon hoisted the basket onto the counter.
He didnโt give you a chance to pay as he already had his phone ready at the receiver, shrugging off your protests. You didnโt mention the fact that he didnโt even pick up anything for himself.
It wasnโt a lot, but Simon carried all the shopping up to your flat. You gathered the bags from him after you opened the door.
You pulled a box of salt from one of them. โHereโs for your mum.โ
He quickly took it and looked away.
โThanks again for the ride. See you tomorrow, yeah?โ
He nodded, but stood unmoving. His boots only thudded away when youโve locked the door.
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Husband [Asgard!Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: After a lifetime of longing, it's finally time to seal the deal. Follow on to Heirs - but can be read as a one-shot (w/c 1.8k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Asgardian HC. Fluff & Smut.
The silk chiffon of Lokiโs robe tingled against his skin, sash loosely bound. There would be no guards in the corridor that stretched to his chambers. Not tonight.
Pacing barefoot across the marble floor, he noted the squeeze of a damp hand intertwined with his. Steam from the palace baths dissipated from the air with every stride.
There were no words needed, just the pad of your footsteps following close behind his own.
With a nudge of his head, Loki sent a wave of seidr rolling up your bodies. You giggled quietly, the delicate sound echoing. The god threw a glance over his shoulder, seeing your newly dried hair bounce as your steps quickened.
โHurry,โ you chided, stifling another giggle. Loki turned on his heels, feet squeaking on the polished floor to a stop. You collided with his chest.
โYou do not command me, wife,โ he warned, squinting theatrically before breaking into a smile. Lokiโs heart leapt at your gasping laugh as he swept you off your feet, the drape of your matching robes scratching together. Your legs hung over one elbow, his hand securely fastened around your midsection.
Loki would never forget the way your pupils dilated as you stared into his eyes, the whole world growing out of focus around what was in his grasp.
Around you.
โI love you-โ he breathed, cutting himself off by leaning to catch your lips. The heavy wooden doors to his chambers opened of their own accord, recognising their master's presence. He let his tongue explore deeper with every powerful stride towards the matrimonial bed, slow and purposeful and all-consuming.
Loki stopped, breaking the kiss to take in what lay before you both as the door swung shut.
Dozens of tall candles adorned the arched windows, throwing an orange glow towards the navy dusk of Asgard sprawled below, just out of sight. White fur pelts draped across his bed, neat emerald sheets replaced with luxurious folds of cream and beige. Lokiโs mouth twitched in mild disapproval.
โLook,โ you said, excitedly patting his shoulder and nodding towards a table by the fireplace.
Lit by soft flickering flame, he saw the traditional finger-food of Asgardian gentry laid out on delicate piles. Each plate more tempting than the last.
โYes, very nice,โ Loki hummed feebly, giving the scene a cursory glance before his attention was drawn unavoidably back to the pulse of your neck. Furious desire was thudding in him like the drums of war. It was becoming unbearable. His cock, violently hard and swollen and aching against his stomach.
It had a heartbeat.
Loki tightened his grip on your body in his arms, inhaling against the angle of your jaw. He sucked at the scent of your clean skin like oxygen, drowning.
โHusband?โ you moaned softly. Sheโs impatient. Loki felt every hair on his arms erect in unison.
One of your hands moulded to his cheekbone as you pressed your forehead to his, nuzzling his mouth until he relented. Your lips working against his own, Loki made the final steps to the bed before reluctantly lowering you to the pile of furs.
He retreated, drinking in every inch of flimsy white chiffon that did nothing to hide the curves beneath. How she taunts me, he thought with a smile; pulling lightly at the sash around his waist, this wife of mine.
The two of you were no virgins. But tonight, it felt like it was so.
Wisps of half-forgotten memories twisted deep in the godโs mind; uprooted from their slumber. And another, and another. Like they belonged to someone else.
Lovers of every rank and station, known to him in dark hallways and golden bedchambers. The half-remembrances evaporated like smoke. But none like this, he thought with a comforting smile as his chiffon robe pooled around his ankles. He could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks, radiating from the coyness of your smile. None like her.
Loki clasped his hands behind his back, raising his chin. He felt your appraising gaze dart up his displayed body, a series of rapid breaths beginning to pepper the air making his heart swell. Your gentle pants fluttered against his obliques, denying yourself the taste of his skin until the hallowed words had been spoken. They caught behind his teeth.
The prince felt his abdomen clench, every muscle in his body resisting the urge to fall upon you. A wild tide on rocks.
โWill you accept me as your husband to your bed this night?โ he uttered, laden with ceremony. You straightened in front of him, slow hands tugging at the fastening of your robe.
โYes, my lord,โ you answered seductively, looking him dead in the eye. โI will.โ
The sheer fabric began to slip from your shoulders.
The exchange was a formality. A tradition. But as Lokiโs fingers wrapped around his straining cock, feeling fat droplets of pre-cum roll against knuckles; he conceded it was one Asgardian tradition he was glad to keep.
With an arm outstretched, you dropped the delicate robe onto the stone floor by his feet.
Loki could feel the growl building in his throat. Low, primal. A shudder rolled over his biceps as you leant back on your elbows, drawing the soles of your feet onto the bed. He let his eyes run over the lines of your body, the flex of your thighs, the plump sweetness of your curves.
She will be the death of me, he thought as he inhaled a staggered breath.
No, he pondered after a beat, lowering to place his palms on either side of your shoulders. She is the beginning.
His fingers trembled as he placed one hand over your heart, eyes never leaving yours. โDo you trust me?โ he murmured, barely audible. You frowned, glancing to where his fingers lay. โAlways,โ you whispered. The skin beneath his touch glowed green as Lokiโs eyes fluttered shut. He opened them tentatively, softening. โThe bond of my protection,โ he explained bashfully, โnow, if ever you need me, I will be with you.โ
His heart dropped as your face scrunched, cupping his jaw. โYou were always with me,โ you said softly, straining upwards to place a gentle kiss on his parted lips. And in that moment, Loki knew.
He worked his mouth across the curve of your cheekbone, wordless sounds of adoration soaking every step. โLie back,โ he whispered hot in your ear. His stomach flipped, realising as you reclined against the furs that he hadnโt been this nervous since the very first time. Or perhaps, even then.
The god watched your eyes widen with excitement as he nudged your legs further apart with his knees. With aching intensity, he mapped each spark in your eyes as he dragged his cock along your soaking slit from root to tip. It nudged, gently.
โLoki," you gasped quietly, arching your back in frustration. He smiled, trying to remain serious. โWhat, my love?โ he heard himself tease, inhaling against your neck with a shameless moan. Like pollen on a breeze, he felt your words soak through his skin. Through his soul. I need you.
And, Loki thought, she means it.
He wondered if anyone else ever truly had.
The god raised his head, cursing the dark curls which fell forward from his braids against your face, obscuring the view. Your fingers combed past his shoulders, pushing the veil back. โThere you are,โ you whispered with a smile. He felt himself nod once, stare boring into your own. You nodded back, squeezing your knees against his trunk in encouragement.
Gasps filled the space between you as he eased the heavy tip of his manhood inside your channel. Inside the very essence of you that he had longed for. Every inch was a simmering feast of pleasure, the denial of centuries building to a single, strangled gasp of your name.
Loki felt his brows slant, the sight of you beneath him almost more than he could bear. Careless lust rose in waves, firing through his bloodstream as he filled you to the hilt. Careful, he chided himself. Slowly.
Every inch of your pussy was perfection, as he knew it would be. Every vein and ridge of his cock dragged tight against your flawless heat. A man could lose himself for eternity inside this pleasure if he wasnโt careful, each pull of your tight slippery cunt against his foreskin making him ascend. And not just a man, he thought through the drunken haze, a god.
He choked with a rasping groan, letting his head fall into the curve of your neck. Loki began to pant as words of devotion licked the air like flames, your fingers trailing over the weaving curves of his ceremonial braids. โDonโt hold back,โ you whispered wet in his ear, โnot tonight.โ
Loki pulled his head back, a strand of saliva dangling from his lip as his brow furrowed. There was a new light in your eyes, something dark and hungry. Something familiar. Something him.
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowed. โWife,โ he gasped through breathy pants and shallow thrusts, โare you asking me to-โ
โ-fill me,โ you groaned, an impish smile tugging your dimples, "heirs, remember?" Lokiโs eyes rolled back as you bucked your hips up, thudding your pelvic bones together. The snug warmth of your pussy was unbearable.
The prince remembered the way you had come undone beneath his mouth earlier this evening in the palace baths. The way that your fresh cum had flooded his outstretched tongue. He felt his thighs tense. His balls, tight.
โMy love, I-โ he gasped, feeling you tug a clutch of his hair. Loki hissed, his jaw set.
โIโm trying to be romantic,โ he spat, yanking his head away like a child. He stared down with fiery determination, the flash in his eyes punctuated with a punishing thrust of his hips. You moaned approvingly below him, a teasing grin stretching across your face.
Lokiโs heart melted. My wife, he thought lovingly; before slamming his cock deeper with a squelch.
He felt the scratch of your fingernails over thick shoulder muscle, the tightening of your thighs making him judder. โWe have our whole lives for romance, Loki,โ you cooed, the syllables staggered between each slap of his hips, โtonight I...uhhh- just want you to f-fuck me, f-finally.โ
The god released the growl that had been marinating in his throat, stretching a hand above your head. He gripped a clutch of furs tight in a fist. โI fucking love you,โ he rasped, beginning to roll his hips in targeted, deep thrusts. โI- oh g-god, fucking lo-love you, my p-princeโ you whined, catching his mouth in a messy kiss.
Loki pulled away from you, shaking his head with a broken sigh. He could feel the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced building in his belly, your soft moans sending his soul to new planes. It was perfection, the two of you. Nothing would ever compare.
Nothing ever should.
โNot your prince-โ he grunted, knuckles whitening against the furs as he spun out the feeling as long as it could last. Edging himself.
โ-husband,โ
-was the last word Loki heard before climax deafened him.
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To Have A Home
Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader
Summary: Reacher never thought the white fence dream could ever happen to him, but you proved him wrong in more ways than possible.
Reacher got out of his pickup truck, taking out a few grocery bags. He stares at the house that he built from the ground up, inhaling the fresh air.
His footsteps could be heard from a mile away, as tiny footsteps were heard at the front of the wooden porch.
"Dad!" Reacher's oldest son, Georgie, screamed as he ran fast towards him.
Reacher smiled as he knelt down, the 7 year old running towards him.
"Hey bud! Oof, you're getting strong kid. You almost knocked out your old man." Reacher replied, carrying him in his free arm.
"Really Dad? I could be just as strong as you?" Georgie asked.
"Unless you eat all of your vegetables, Georgie, you can be just as big and strong as your father." A voice replied.
Reacher looks up sees you holding your four year old son, Mason, as you wore your signature summer dress that curved perfectly around your pregnant 6 month pregnant belly and barefoot.
Jack thought you were beautiful standing there.
He carried both his son and the groceries with ease as he walked towards the porch, giving you a sweet kiss.
"Hi," He said sweetly.
"Hey," You said, smiling.
One thing about Reacher was that he kept you feeling like a school girl falling in love for the first time. He never made you doubt his love for you and would move the sun just cause you asked him to.
You two walked inside as the kids ran to the living room, playing with their toys. You and Reacher went to the kitchen to prepare for dinnerr.
You began washing the vegetables in the sink while Reacher was getting the ingredients. Soon, you felt a pair of arms around your waist as Reacher's palm covered your belly. He kissed the side of your neck as you felt his prickly beard that he was growing out.
"How was work?" He asks as you place a loving hand on his cheek.
"It was good, had some important clients to meet today for the pitch."
"That's great. I'm so proud of you." He says, kissing your cheek.
Before you two started your family, Reacher said that he wanted to be a stay-at-home dad as he truly wanted to leave his scarred past. He would have never asked you to leave your profession, and you two have lived peacefully raising your kids.
"The boys didn't make any trouble? I would have taken them to the store."
"No, they knew not to mess with Mama Bear. I think they just give you a hard time on purpose."
Reacher fake gasps as he twirls you around.
"Are you saying they favor you over me?"
"Well, I did give birth to them and now pregnant with their sister so... Yes."
Jack throws a hearty laugh as he holds you as close as he can.
"and I'll remind you every day for making me a father to these great kids. I love you, Mrs. Reacher."
"and I love you, Mr. Reacher."
You two kissed as you tip-toed to reach his lips.
"Ewwwwwwwwww." Both your sons said in unison. you two look back and chuckle as your boys look at you two.
"Come here so we can give you kisses!" You teased.
"Noooooo!!!!" They screamed, running away as Jack chased them into the house as you followed.
Soon after eating dinner, both of your boys were sleeping in both your arms as all of you were watching a movie on the couch. Jack reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
"Let's take them to bed hon-"
He stops as he sees you snoring lightly as you hold Georgie. Reacher smiles as he slowly gets up picks up Mason and Georgie and tucks them in bed. He returns for you and carries you with ease back in the master bedroom.
He lies next to you as you slowly open your eyes, realizing where you are, and smile at him.
"I thought of a name today, for the baby."
"Oh yeah? What is it?" He asks.
You scoot closer to him, placing your head by his chest as his heartbeat soothed you.
"Sky Reacher. I want her to know that she's able to reach for the sky."
Jack smiles brightly and kisses the top of your head.
"I love that name."
Jack couldn't believe it. In the past several years, all he carried along with him was the clothes on his back and a toothbrush. And now, he's lying in bed with a gorgeous, hard-working woman who mothered his children.
This is what it must feel like to have a home.
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Can I request for your Halloween celebration dracula x fem reader with the prompt you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, with loads of fluff and maybe some smut please
.โ๏ฝกA Chance๏ฝกโ.
Count Vlad Dracula x plus size reader
When you are sentenced to death by your village, the monster in the woods gives you a chance at a better life- by his side
Warnings:ย minor angst (reader is sacrificed by her village), fluff, i kind of followed the Dracula Untold backstory because he is so stupidly hot and I love the angst, love confessions, mentions of blood, Vlad is slightly toxic but what do you expect, biting, sort of implied death? reader is turned
WC: 2.9k
Minors DNI
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Halloween Celebration
Every town had their own ghost stories, legends that grew from whispers in the night. But the monster that stalked your home was very real and very dangerous. It stalked the shadows between the small homes, picking off the weakest of the population in the dead of night.
Fear was woven into your very existence, taught to you since the moment you could comprehend your parentโs words. Your senses were constantly tuned to the world around you, listening for any extra footsteps, eyes locked on the castle that loomed over your home but it wasnโt enough, not when the elders of the village determined that in order to protect everyone, only one must be sacrificed.
You were the easy choice- young enough to be a valuable meal but not a child anymore, you were pure and soft, unable to protect yourself in the vast wilderness that surrounded you. You screamed and cried and fought them as hard as you could but it did you no good, you still ended up at the steps of the steps of the castle, barefoot and terrified.
Frozen in fear, you trembled as the huge ornate doors opened before you. Candlelight spilled into the night air illuminating your way, but you refused to move. Some baser instinct in your brain told you that if you remained totally still, the monster would leave you alone and once dawn finally broke, you could run to another town.
Alas, it knew you were there. โCome inside before you catch your death of cold.โ A voice called to you, urging you into its den. Acting of their own accord, your legs pushed your forwards and into the warmth of the grand hall, even as your mind screamed at you to turn and run.ย
As soon as you were inside, the doors slammed shut behind you, sealing you into the place that would become your tomb. โSuch a skittish little thing arenโt you.โ The voice bounced off the towering walls and you whipped your head around, attempting to pinpoint where it came from.
Your heart pounded in your ears as your stomach twisted in fear. A sigh echoed around you. โYou neednโt be frightened little one, I will not hurt you.โ The voice was far softer now, the tone more of a man comforting a scared animal rather than a deadly creature taunting its prey.
โPlease donโt kill me.โ You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could. The smell of copper and ancient books overwhelmed your senses as someone stood before you.ย
A soft touch against your full cheek made you flinch but the hand did not move away, in fact the tips of his fingers brushed your skin, travelling slowly downwards until they touched your lips. โHow could I destroy something so pure?โ He whispered.
Tentatively, you cracked open one eye and your breath caught.
Before you stood the most handsome man you could imagine. Black curls framed a square jaw, dotted with dark stubble. His eyes seemed brown at first but the longer you looked, the more you realised that they were an incredibly deep red. Shallow wrinkles decorated the outside of his eyes and his mouth, making him appear incredibly human. A smile pulled at his thin lips, exposing a pair of deadly fangs. He wore an outfit of delicately embroidered silk, making him appear as a lord or a king.
Your body relaxed, allowing him to cup your jaw with a fondness you couldnโt quite understand. โThere you go. See, nothing to be afraid of.โ His accent was thick, very much like the way your grandfather used to speak when you were little. โNow, why donโt you tell me why you were outside my home in the dead of night wearing so little?โ
It was only then that you looked down at the thin white slip you had been wearing when the men broke into your home and pulled you from your bed. โThey brought me here.โ You managed to say, your voice thick with tears.
The manโs dark brows lifted, prompting you to continue. You doubted you couldnโt disobey if you tried. โThey said it was to stop more deaths.โ
His slightly crooked nose twitched as his eyes flashed with anger. โFoolish.โ He snarled under his breath, and you gasped as he squeezed your wide hip tightly, you hadnโt even realised that his hand had moved. That seemed to break him from his trance.
โAh I apologise. To touch a lady like yourself in that way is most inappropriate. Here, let us get you warm and fed.โ
Sunset licked at the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of purple and pinks until they bled into the back of night, giving way to the silver of stars. You had slept through the day, too exhausted from the nightโs events to even eat once you had bathed.ย
Your benefactor had provided you with a truly lavish room and clothes that were slightly outdated but made of incredibly expensive materials. He told you to rest and that he would rejoin you the next night since he had some business to take care of during the day. You were so tired, you didnโt question him but now, you wondered what possible business he could be attending to.
Too frightened to leave your room, you settled on looking through the small collection of books on the shelf next to the bed. Many of the titles were in languages you could not understand but there were a few that you recognised. Love stories and tales of valour, stories you were told when you were young before your parents had died.
Absent-mindedly, you plucked one out and turned to the first page. The words were so achingly familiar- a girl is forced into the servitude of a monster by her family. He is wary of her at first but slowly, they begin to fall for one another until she kisses him after they are attacked by the villagers and he nearly perishes. The beast turns back into a man and they spend the rest of their lives in bliss.ย
โI see you are quite fond of that story as well, it has always been a favourite of mine.โ His voice startled you but terror did not accompany it. You looked up from the book to see the man, who had not yet told you his name, leaning against the doorway. Unlike the night before, he wore a simple white tunic and dark trousers.ย
Heat bloomed across your cheeks as you spotted the way the dark curls on his chest were exposed by the loosely tied shirt. โMy mother used to read it to me.โ You stammered out, causing his smile to become even softer.ย
โShe must have been a woman with taste.โ You nodded absentmindedly, tracing the spine of the book with your fingertips. Silence settled between you and after a moment, he spoke again.
โYou may ask questions, I will not punish you for being curious.โ He gently took the book from you, placing it back onto the shelf before he took your hands into his own. His skin was cold, unnaturally so, and it sent a chill down your spine.
โWhat- who are you?โ The words flew from your lips. You expected him to show some offence to your question but he just chuckled and brought your hands to his mouth. He placed a kiss on your knuckles.
โI am Count Vlad Dracula and this is my home, as it has been for centuries.โ Your breath hitched, he continued. โAs for your other question, I am an ancient creature who must consume blood to live. There are many names for my kind but I prefer the term vampire.โย
โAre you going to feed from me?โ Your voice was barely a whisper, merely a soft exhale forced from your lungs.
โNo, I would never wish to mar your perfect skin with something so sinful, not unless you beg.โ Your heart jumped.
โWhy would I beg for that?โ But he just shook his head with a cocky smirk, refusing to answer. โWhy didnโt you kill me like the others?โ
Dracula sighed heavily and released your hands. โThere are many monsters in this world and some are not trapped by the night. Killers and rapists, evil men who lie and manipulate for personal gain. Those are who sustain me. Their blood is sour, tainted, but I refuse to kill those who have done nothing to deserve such a death though their blood is undeniably sweeter.โ
His face twisted with shame and despair, the face of a man condemned for his sins no matter how much he repented. You tentatively stepped closer to him. โYouโre an avenging angel, a noble monster.โ
He scoffed but it was not spiteful, in fact, it almost seemed fond. โI am no angel, I am only fulfilling a duty I was bestowed long ago.โ
โYou saved me, that seems quite the noble deed.โ Something in your chest tugged you to him, compelling you to wrap him in your arms and hide away forever. Instead your fingers curled into the soft sieve of his shirt, anchoring you to him once more.
โNot as noble as one might think. But let us not dwell on that, you must be famished. I think a hot meal will do you some good and then maybe you can read to me by the fire.โ He picked up the book once more as he gestured for you to wrap your arm through his own. You dutifully obeyed, ignoring the feeling of his muscular bicep in your hands as he led you away.
โHas this always been your home?โ You asked, desperate for an interruption to the silence between you. Draculaโs eyes flicked to you briefly, the red of his irises flickering in the candlelight of the hall.
โNo, for much of my human life, I lived in a village not too dissimilar to your own. But that was a very long time ago and I prefer not to think on the past.โ Your mouth snapped shut and you nodded in feigned understanding.ย
Your combined footsteps echoed behind you, leaving ghosts of yourselves to follow as you journeyed into the heart of the palace you had feared for so long.ย
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Most days followed this pattern, you would sleep until early evening when Dracula would rouse you with a gentle knock at the door. He would escort you to the dining room, you would eat while he sipped at a goblet of what looked to be wine and then you both would settle in one of his many sitting rooms with a book, a new one each time. Sometimes he would tell you stories of his undead life, painting vivid pictures of far away lands and unique people. On occasion, he would detail his affliction, giving you glimpses of how this all came to be.
Then, as midnight struck, he would leave you then with a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He would return hours later, smelling of the earth and blood.ย
In those moments, his eyes were always wild. In those moments, his chest puffed with air though he did not need to breathe. It did something inexplicable to you, a fire would flicker to life in your belly as wetness pooled at the apex of your thighs. He would look at you as his nostrils flared, undoubtedly inhaling your scent. He would tear himself from your presence and retreat to his chambers in the back of the palace where you were forbidden to go.
By the next evening, he would be himself once more.
โVlad?โ The vampire opened a single eye in acknowledgement from where his head lay in your lap. One of your hands was buried in his black curls, while the other held up a book which you quickly discarded to the side so you could rest your palm against his sternum. When you first touched his chest like that, the lack of a heartbeat greatly disturbed you but now, it was strangely comforting.ย
โWhat is it my sunlight?โ You tried to smile at him but you knew he could see right through you.
โDo you promise not to get mad at me?โ He chuckled, his broad chest shaking beneath your hand.
โI will never get mad at you.โ You breathed out a heavy sigh of relief before speaking again.
โWhy have you kept me here so long? I would think that you do not need a human around that you will not feed off of. I canโt see myself providing you any real use.โ His other eye snapped open and part of you screamed to stop talking, to take it back under the guise of you being too hot but another part was curious about his answer. โI suppose a woman has other uses but you have not touched me outside of moments like this so-โ
Faster than you could comprehend, Vlad sat up straight, his face mere inches from yours. โWhere did you come up with these ideas?โ
โI-โ
โIf you wanted to leave, you could just leave but I guarantee the village wonโt take you back.โ He snarled spitefully. He scoffed and stood from the sofa but you quickly followed. Before you could think, you grabbed his hand.
The growl that escaped his lips was that of a vicious beast as he bared his deadly fangs at you, his eyes flashing bright red. A brief spike of fear raced through you and you gasped. Suddenly, he was back to himself. โI frighten you, thatโs why you want to leave.โ
You quickly shook your head, your grip upon his wrist tightening though you would be no match against his strength. โI am more frightened of the spiders in my room than I am of you. You tell me you are a monster yet you have never hurt me, you have been kinder to me than most humans I have met. I wonder about those things because I feel useless to you. You ask nothing of me in exchange for your home, your protection, your food. And I fear that one day you will desire something of me that I cannot give and I will have to leave you.โย
His broad shoulders sagged as he faced you once more. โYou are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.โ He murmured in reverence. โAnd I am a selfish, selfish man.โ
โTo keep you here, in my home, to dress you in clothes of my choosing, to have you read my books- it is selfish, entirely so but I find that I am unable to part from you. Your very existence calls to me, urges me to do terrible things just to keep myself from drinking you down. You have enchanted me, hypnotised me from the moment you stepped foot in my home and I cannot explain it. It feels as if my heart has known you for years.โ Every word he spoke resonated through your chest, articulating the feelings that swirled around your mind aimlessly. You stepped closer to him and his arms wrapped around your thick waist.
โYou make me feel human again.โ He pulled you closer, your breasts brushed against his strong chest. โYou remind me what it is to love and to be loved. You have given me a chance to live anew and I wish to give you the same chance, no matter how selfish it may be.โ His right hand trailed up your arm, coming to rest at the base of your throat, his thumb pressed against the frantic beating of your pulse.
โI want to taint you, to condemn your soul to hell as long as it means that you can be by my side until eternity. I keep you here because I need you, because I crave you like the tide craves the moon, like flowers crave the sun. You are the purpose of my undead existence, I have lost too much already and I will not lose you too.โ
Your eyelashes fluttered against the steel of your cheek as the tip of his nose brushed against your own. โYou will never lose me, I am entirely, wholly yours.โ His groan echoed through your chest, it made your skin explode in goosebumps.
โDonโt say that my sunshine.โ
โWhy not?โ Your gaze was fixated upon his lips, eager to finally feel them upon your own.
โBecause I really will make you mine. I will turn you, make you into a monster like me.โ But his tone was eager, filled with desire and longing for just that.
โThen give me a chance for an everlasting life- with you.โ There was a momentโs pause and then he ducked his head, his lips barely brushing against yours as they travelled down your jaw and moved along your throat, coming to rest where his thumb had been but he did not bite.
โPlease Vlad.โ You begged, burying your hands in his hair once more.
โI told you that you would beg for this.โ He teased before his jaw hinged open and he sunk his fangs into your warm skin, quickly draining away your mortal life. You clung to the monster who was destined to kill you and all you could think was that maybe the fear you felt for so long was only a restlessness for a new beginning.
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moon song | azriel
inspired by this prompt list.
azriel in his yearning and self-deprecating era
โshe doesnโt love me, she isnโt that stupid.โ
a cigarette hung loosely in his scarred fingers, ashes falling down on to the roof of which he sat on. the moonlight poured across his face, illuminating his brown eyes and reflecting off the darkness of his hair.
thatโs what he was.
azriel was darkness. he was shadows, he was always lurking in the corner. his hands were bloodied with countless lives he took, bearing scars of trauma and the bags of his eyes held the consequences of torture.
cassian sat beside him, rhysand on his other side. the three brothers bore their wings towards the moonโs softness.
azrielโs eyes focused on the silhouette of you from the lawn, your dress flowing around you as you danced with morrigan. barefoot on the sweet greenery of the grass, softness emanating from your movements as you twirled morrigan around, melodic giggles flowing from the both of you.
โsmitten kitten,โ rhysand smirked, putting his cigarette out against the shingles. he wiggled his dark eyebrows and brushed azrielโs wings with his own teasingly.
cassian snorted and laid against the roof, folding his arms underneath his head for comfort. โthatโs one way of putting it.โ
despite his brotherโs teasing, his gaze remained. he was so scared, so scared of loving you. of letting you love him, letting you see him.
loving you in silence was the easiest thing azriel had ever done. it was like flying, his body just knew how to do it. it was like he was made to love you. he had gotten accustomed to the weight of your footsteps down the hall, of the drumming of your fingers on the kitchen table during serious conversations, the rhythm from your bouncing knee against his.
if he could be anyone, heโd wish to be worthy of you. to be loved by you, to stand a chance with someone as kind and soft as you.
but that isnโt who he is. azriel is tortured, twisted, and riddled with scars.
blowing a line of smoke from his lips he frowned slightly and picked up his bottle, pressing it to his lips and welcoming the burn down his throat.
โhave you told her?โ rhysand asked, his violet eyes filled with cautious curiosity. he didnโt need to request access to azrielโs mind to read his thoughts in that moment.
โwhy would i? itโd just fuck her up.โ azriel mumbled, chucking his cigarette butt off the side of the roof before bringing his legs closer to him. he picked at the skin around his cuticles in thought as he considered the aftermath of publicly loving you.
of ruining you with his tainted heart.
โshe loves you too, azriel. it isnโt a secret.โ
azriel shook his head before running his hands through his hair.
โshe doesnโt love me. she isnโt that stupid.โ
the two brothers remained silent as azriel looked at you again, your brightness stirring his heart to life before he forced it to stillness. until it pumped only blood; no emotion.
you could never love him if you found out who he truly was. azriel would never put the burden he carries around with him everyday on your shoulders, would never allow you to be aware of the ghosts that haunt him every second.
azriel loved you too much to subject you to his reality. so he kept it all bottled up and watched you dance, watched you smile.
azriel loved you from a distance, unaware that you too, watched him from the corner of your eye waiting for him to confirm what you already knew.
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TIDAL TEMPTATIONS. - chapter i
เผ pairing: merman!fyodor x afab reader
เผ cw: sfw (for now), non-gory descriptions of and treatment of stab wounds to fyodor, very brief mentions of blood. not intended to be medically accurate, treat ur stab wounds as you wish
เผ notes: hello :) welcome to my first multi-chapter fic! this has been a work in progress for some time, and im quite nervous abt posting this first part so be nice pls <3 just as a note, fyodor is referred to exclusively as he/him until reader names him next chapter (he can't speak human language yet) enjoy!
เผ wc: 4k
Since moving to a beachside village after spending your whole life in a landlocked town, your mother had outlined ample, strict rules regarding the sea.
Rule 1: No venturing out past sundown.
This was the rule you broke on an almost nightly basis. Your mother was quite the early riser, meaning she often was out cold before the fireflies had even begun flashing yellow and green. It was far too easy to slip out the back door with a flashlight, barefoot to keep your footsteps silent as possible. There was no feeling more serene than dawdling down the shore, mushy sand between your toes and waves lapping at your ankles as the salty breeze curled around you. It was pitch black save for the bioluminescent creatures that washed up on the shore and the pale glow emanating from your flashlight, and it was comforting. While many feared darkness, you found solace in its embrace.
Rule 2: No swimming past the sandbar.
Also a frequently broken rule. You found it to be far too restrictive, as the sandbar was only a dozen meters from the shore. No fish could be found that shallow, and it was much easier for crabs to nip at you when you were that close to the sandy floor. Being out deeper, where the gentle waves tousled and hugged you, was where you felt the most at home.
Rule 3: No fraternizing with sea beings.
Thatโs the name that had been put in place for entities that straddled the line of human and creature. Some believed they were even the missing link. Very little was known about sea beings, mostly due to the universal fear of them. They often had unsettling, bone-chilling appearances and never appeared to be overly friendly to humans, so a firm boundary was set. You must never approach a sea being.
All three of these rules were broken the night you met him.
Well, you assumed it was a โhimโ. He had a flat chest and sharp, masculine features, but he wasnโt human. His human-esque appearance terminated at his hips, where pale, nearly translucent skin tapered into onyx black scales, flowing into a sleek, obscenely long tail. His fluke, also inky black, was reminiscent of a betta fishโs frail fins, flowy with spindly edges, yet fanned strong against the current.
That was all you were able to see of him, at first. You had swam out well past the sandbar one night, flashlight in hand as you dove past the waves, your beam suddenly illuminating his form. He remained very still, head tilting as you made eye contact, as if he was observing you. And he was โ he had heard the unmistakable sound of a human swimming, a somewhat ungraceful, clumsy affair, and followed it. Typically, when he sensed humans in the water, he would jet in the other direction โ humans didnโt treat him kindly, and he had the scars to prove it. But there was somethingโฆ different about you. A sweeter scent and a gentler aura. And he was curious - so instead of making a beeline towards his cove when he sensed your presence in the water, he swam closer.
He was immediately enamored by you. You were much softer and merciful, and he didnโt sense a single bad intention. But that didnโt mean he wasnโt uneasy. The only interactions heโd ever had with humans were traumatic, and other than appearances, he had no way of knowing you were any different. Claws bared, fangs ready, and tail already swishing, he was prepared for fight or flight โ though he remained, just watching you. And you the same. It was drilled into your head, the second you spotted a sea being, swim as fast as possible towards the shore and never look back. There were a handful of reports of villagers being attacked by sea beings and barely making it out alive, and one case of a child who didnโt. Their presence was not to be taken lightly.
Yet, for some reason, both of you justโฆ watched.
Watched and waited for the other to make a move - to attack. He thought it was surely any second until you unveiled a spear from behind your back to impale him, and you were just waiting to be torn to shreds by those claws. But nothing ever happened. You held his gaze and he held yours, studying the other.
Just as fascinated as you were by him, he was utterly fascinated by you. He had never gotten this close to a human before, not by his own volition anyway, and he had never truly seen one this plainly. It was easy to tell that you looked similar to him from the top up, but the bottom down was a completely different story. Where he was used to fish tails, scales, and fins, you wore two fleshy, stick-like protrusions that only bent in two places. No wonder humans were so terrible at swimming. He briefly wondered if there was anything between them.ย
It wasnโt long before you ran out of air and had to break the surface, but when you dove back down, he was gone. You felt a slight sense of relief that he hadnโt been staking you out as prey, but also a pang of sorrow as you realized youโd likely never see him again. What you didnโt know is that he hadnโt gone far, just hid behind a formation of rocks as he watched you dejectedly swim back to the shore. It was a foreign experience โ heโd never seen a humanโฆ disappointed about escaping from him.
As you snuck back into bed and drifted off that night, you found yourself gilled and fanged, finding home amongst the waves.
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You didnโt see him for a while after that. Despite you returning to the same spot from that fateful night every day, marked by an especially large horseshoe crab shell, he was never there. It became part of your daily routine to venture to that spot, a backpack full of books, snacks, and water, and lay out on a towel as the sun drifted through the sky.
It was never quite clear to you what you were waiting for, though. What would you even do if he reappeared? You couldnโt converse, neither of you could go to the otherโs homes, what was to be gained from seeing him again? You never quite answered that question โ all you knew was that you just had to see him again. At least one more time.
Things started to look bleak as days turned into weeks. Your mother wasnโt happy with you spending nearly every waking second on the beach. She could never find out why either, as sheโd likely ban you from stepping foot on the sand ever again. And you even had started to think that maybe you had dreamt it โ no way you just happened to run into a breathtakingly beautiful merman-type sea being who didnโt try to attack you. That just didnโt happen.
Thisโฆ creature, you just couldnโt get him out of your head. He had found his way onto almost every page of your sketchbook, finding new life in graphite, pastels, and watercolors. The inky black tail swirled long and curled on itself on the page, as you occasionally took creative liberties on his appearance.ย
Stories of him and your sure-to-happen future rendezvouses began popping up in your diary too - and not just him as a sea creature. You waxed poetic about what he might look like as a full-fledged human, with legs and without fangs. Heโd surely be kind and gentlemanly, charming and funny with a deep voice and proper human language. Heโd be well spoken and smart, and everything youโd ever dreamed of.ย
If he ever showed up again. And it wasnโt looking like he would. Until he did.
On a night where you hadnโt even been on the lookout for him, were just dragging your feet through wet sand and shells when you spotted a dark form curled up on the shore. The moon was but a sliver barely cutting through dense clouds, compromising your vision, but something convinced you to jog that way anyway.
And it was him. The tide that lapped at the sand jostled his barely conscious body, threatening to pull him back out towards the darkness. You gasped as you ran and fell to your knees next to him, immediately recognizing the onyx tail with the delicate fins and opalescent skin. Except this time his back was riddled with what appeared to be stab wounds โ they were likely a few hours old, no longer gushing blood, but still deep, unhealed gashes that needed to be treated.
โAre- are you okay?โ you stupidly asked โ as if he was conscious or human enough to answer that question.
When he didnโt respond, you shifted to sit with your legs crossed and pulled his head into your lap, brushing his salt-crusted hair out of his eyes. His large eyes fluttered open at the stimulus, a glowing violet gaze shifting to meet yours.
โHi,โ you whispered, laughing lightly. โI had wanted us to meet again, but not like this.โ You had assumed he didnโt understand human language, but the way he only stared at you blankly confirmed this belief.
Anxiety and panic started to bubble up inside you as you absorbed the situation but did your best to ignore it. Swift, calm action needed to be taken if he was to be saved. You shifted your gaze to better assess his injuries and counted five different gashes where he had clearly been stabbed with some sort of weapon โ it certainly wasnโt something that had happened naturally. The shape of the wounds was reminiscent of those a fishing harpoon would create, and your face fell as you pieced together what likely happened. Existing in his own territory, he probably swam too close to a fishing boat and spooked the fishermen, prompting them to overreact and attack the harmless creature.
You brought a careful finger to trace along the edges of the wounds, making him jump and hiss, thrashing in your hold as he groaned.
โIโm sorry, Iโm sorry!โ you gasped, your hands immediately flying away. โIโm gonna, umโฆโ you thought for a second. You knew you had medicine and gauze back home, but he was just going to have to go right back in the water, right? It surely was better than nothingโฆ
You slowly started to wiggle out of his grip. โIโm gonna be right back, okay? I need to get supplies to make you better,โ you explained slowly, gesturing towards his wounds. He only cocked his head and furrowed his brows. Fuck. He wasnโt going to understand a word you said.
With a grimace, you gently held his head in your hands as you scooted away, slowly laying it back down on the sand. You stood to head back to your house, but the creature suddenly began groaning and crying out, reaching a shaky arm towards you. He was clearly distressed over you abandoning him.
โHey, hey! Iโll be right back, I swear,โ you soothed, crouching down next to him, and gripping his hand. It killed you to have to leave him like this, terrified you might return to either find him dead or washed back out to sea, but you couldnโt just do nothing at all.
You wracked your brain trying to think of a way to communicate to him that youโd be back when words werenโt an option. Grabbing your backpack, you anxiously rummaged through it for some semblance of an idea, all the while he moaned and groaned in pain. Some sort of keepsake you could somehow communicate had value, almost like collateral. Something to say, this is special, proof Iโll be back. As fate would have it, you had decided to do a deep clean of your bag that morning, so you were coming up pretty dry.
The only thing you could think of was an old copy of your favorite book you always carried on you, Crime and Punishment. Mother always teased you for a depressing, old Russian novel being your comfort book, but you never let it phase you. Pulling it out of your backpack, you stared at the old, tattered cover with the faded title, and hoped to god he could make sense of it โ that you were trusting him with something that meant a lot to you. There wasnโt much else you could do.
You tucked it under his arm splayed out on the sand, making sure he noticed what you were doing. Petting his hair, you looked him deep in the eyes as you enunciated one more time: Iโll be right back.
Panic coursed through your veins as you clambered to your feet and ran back to your house. The light of your flashlight was nearly useless as you trembled with fear, tripping over shells and driftwood to the point where your feet were probably going to need some treatment too.
The next hurdle in your way as you reached your house was remaining quiet enough so as not to wake your mother โ there was no way to explain your way out of frantically searching for medical supplies to run back out with in the middle of the night. When you werenโt even supposed to be out in the first place.
To minimize the amount of time you even had to be away, you just threw anything you could find in the cabinets into your bag, hoping it would be sufficient enough. Though you stopped in front of the mirror as you passed it, staring at your sweaty and distressed appearance, and took a second to wonder what the hell you were doing. Going out of your way to save a potentially homicidal sea being? Those stabbings may have been damn well deserved. He could somehow be manipulating your kindness forโฆ something. You couldnโt even think of what.
You decided it wasnโt even worth fretting about โ you had to get your book back anyway.
The trip back to your anxiously awaiting patient felt a million times longer than the trip home, with every step of your bloody feet reminding you that there may be no one โ nothing โ to come back to. The sea was a place of peace, but cruel and unforgiving. Your prayers were answered as your flashlight once again illuminated his crumpled body, barely conscious but still clinging on to your (soaking wet and likely ruined) book.
A relieved smile illuminated your face as you fell to his side once again, partially burying the flashlight into the sand so it stood upright to act as a lamp.
โYouโre โ still here,โ you smiled, taking a deep breath. You almost said youโre okay, but that wasnโt quite true, yet.
His clawed hand trembled as it reached out for you, the stretch of his fingers revealing the black webbing in between them. You grasped it back tightly and intertwined your fingers together, squeezing. โIโm here, okay?โ He offered you the tiniest smile, but immediately dropped it, the miniscule energy it required taking a toll on his wasting body.
The first thing you did was unfurl a massive, striped beach towel you found shoved in the back of a linen closet onto the sand before hooking your elbows under his underarms and dragging him onto it. It was nearly impossible, his entire body essentially dead weight at that point, but you wanted to get him off the dirty sand โ and this was the closest thing you could get to a sterile field.
Dumping the contents of your bag onto the towel next to him, you parsed through it trying to figure out some sort of plan of action. You tried to keep the panic at bay as the thought that none of this was sufficient for anything worse than a superficial cut nagged at you. It was this or nothing.
The first thing mother always told you to do for wounds: clean it. A wave of dread washed over you as you pulled out the bottle of rubbing alcohol, your eyes flitting from it to the gaping wounds in his back. The way he looked at you with terrified, leaky eyes, aware that his entire life was in your hands right then, shattered your heart. You almost wished he was unconscious.
Grabbing a washcloth, he watched as you soaked it with rubbing alcohol, his nose scrunching at the offensive smell. Touching his cheek, you tried to smile as he met your eyes. โThis is gonna hurt really โ really โ bad,โ you grimaced. He just stared at you, emotionless, until the rag touched the first wound.
As soon as the liquid came into contact with the broken skin, he let out a horrific, inhuman screech that had you dropping the washcloth to cover your ears. His claws tore ragged holes in the towel as he gripped it, panting and writhing in pain. You couldnโt help but cry too. โIโm so, so sorry,โ you continually repeated, abandoning the cloth to lay down next to him. Tears streamed down his face and soaked the towel underneath him, barely even acknowledging the way you wiped them away with trembling fingers.
Despite how much you preferred to just lie with him under the glow of the moon and the melody of the waves, you knew what had to be done. Death was worse than temporary pain โ there had to be part of him somewhere that understood that. You hoped it would be better now that he was expecting it.
Slowly sitting back up, you grabbed the rag once more and wrung it out to reduce it to only the minimum amount of antiseptic required, and tried to ignore the way he quivered and shook his head. Iโm sorry felt like a shitty spell as you chanted it over and over again, though the screeches became easier to tune out as they rang on. You were surprised his vocal cords didnโt fry.
After what felt like an eternity for both of you, you had finally managed to clean out the wounds and remove some of the dried blood that clung to his skin. The towel was torn to shreds and the veins in his eyes were blown with how much he had been thrashing and sobbing. But the worst of it was over now.
โWeโre almost done,โ you soothed as you gently applied the triple-antibiotic cream you knew was only meant for minor cuts to the gaping stab wounds. Once they were packed with gauze, you sat back with a huff to survey your handiwork. Sloppy and a bit haphazard butโฆ better than nothing. And having the wounds covered seemed to have helped him calm down a little bit. One last thing crossed your mind though โ how could you potentially make the dressings waterproof?
Your eyes flitted over to a slew of seaweed on the shore that reflected the moonlight and figured you might as well try. With some gentle and minorly excruciating maneuvering, you managed to wrap a few thick strands of seaweed around his torso to maybe keep the dressings in place, and protect them from water immediately seeping in.
Falling back onto the towel that was mostly just threads at that point, you sighed. Thoughts of what the fuck am I doing? carved their way into every square inch of your skull. Why am I playing doctor forโฆ whatever he- it is? Why do I care?
The sun began to peak up over the horizon, signaling that it was likely around 5 AM at that point. A groan left your lips as you realized you were going to have to leave soon if you wanted to make it home before Mother awoke, but then remembered you had company. Turning your head, you inspected his body. This was your first time seeing him on land in the approaching daylight.
He only watched you as you observed him. He wasโฆ mesmerizing. Flowing from the nape of his neck to both of his wrists, swirls of smoky black pigmentation decorated his skin, while both of his hands and claws were solid black. His โ admittedly stunning โ face was mostly human-like, save for his slightly larger, glowing violet eyes with slits for pupils. And you had found out he had fangs when he kept hissing in pain. His hair was jet black and flowed just past his shoulders, flecked with salt and sand, that obscured the dark gills on either side of his neck. With only the pitiful light of dawn, you couldnโt make out much of his inky tail, only that it was quite long, and lined with multiple flowing side fins that resembled the fluke.
The waterproof digital watch on your wrist began to beep erratically, making the poor creature jump in fear. Shit. The morning alarm your mother had punched into it.
โI have to leave, Iโm so sorry.โ
Seemingly starting to recognize the sounds of leave and sorry, his already sad expression wilted even more.
โIโll be back, okay?โ you nodded, enunciating each word clearly. โAnd you probably need to get back in the water, so you donโt dry out.โ
The elongated amount of time outside of the water seemed to have made his tail shrivel slightly, the pointed scales more prominent than they were before. Or maybe that was just the sun rising. Either way, you were at least somewhat certain he needed to be rehydrated.
Standing up on your feet, you dusted off some of the sand that now clung to every inch of you and crossed your arms. The tip of your tongue poked out of your lips slightly as you tried to conjure up a plan of how to get him back in the water. Considering the fact that he wasnโt just pure dead weight anymore, it couldnโt be too bad. But the fresh stab wounds were the main barrier here.
โAlright. Weโre getting you back in,โ you announced, as if you had some position of authority. He just cocked his head and flared his gills.
With time running out, you decided the best bet was just to use the towel to drag his body the couple of meters back towards the water, and rely on the tide to hopefully aid in easing him back in. It was a deliberate choice to ignore his snarls and light thrashing, clearly not thrilled with the idea.
โStop fighting me, dumbass,โ you grunted. Finally, the tide rose high enough to envelop him, allowing him to indignantly flick his tail at you before swimming away.
The trip back to your house was spent fuming as you wondered why the stupid creature was being so damn ungrateful. As if you hadnโt spent hours saving his life. Whatever. Maybe you could give him a piece of your mind when you went to check up on him later that day. What you didnโt understand was that his unwillingness to allow you to leave stemmed from the fact that he couldnโt quite grasp why you were leaving him. What you were leaving him for. And it hurt. He had always been a loner, even amongst his own kind, and you were the only being to ever show him pure kindness. Why would you leave? And would you ever be back?
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I DONT KNOW WHY, but bewitched by laufey awfully reminds me of knight ghost with princess reader
except the song would be ghost's pov
abso-fucking-lutely you're right on all of that. Here's the bewitching:
If you'd told Ghost that he'd be called on to be the crown princess's personal guard, he would've laughed. He would've told you he was hardly interested in such an "honor" and that he's sure her most royal brattiness must have better prospects to scare off. Surely you must have been such a petty handful that the other knights offered the position had declined, leaving him next in the long line.
Although, it was flattering to hear he was even in consideration. He'd sure worked his ass off to be the best of the best. Making something out of nothing but a failing title thanks to his father's- Well, the man was a better father 6ft underground than he'd ever been in life, and that's all he really needed to say on it. Ghost didn't think much of the summons. He couldn't ignore it, of course, but that didn't mean he had to take it seriously. He could run a little late.
Ghost's pace is slow as he walks through the castle. Admiring the architecture, he told his escort, who looked far less than pleased with that answer. He did his best to stall, hopefully the princess would be fuming by the time he arrived and he could be dismissed easily. No muss, no fuss.
Uneven footsteps race down the hall behind him as he and his escort turn the corner. He pays it no mind, likely a maid, no reason to pay them mind. Until they slam into his back and bounce off. He turns, wide eyed, in time to see you fall on the floor, landing hard on your ass with a pained expression. It doesn't fit such a pretty face. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, and Ghost has to shake himself out of staring at you. His escort has already scurried ahead to see about buying him some time.
"You alright?" Ghost asks, helping you to your feet. You wobble a little, he keeps hold of your hand to keep you steady. "You broken?" He tries, brow furrowing at your changing height as you shift on your feet. He doesn't know you, he certainly wouldn't be here if he did.
"No," You lift your foot, and Ghost glances down, one of your feet already in just a sock, "but, I'm afraid I'm running terribly late." You tell him, glancing behind you and pushing your hair out of your face as you unlace your remaining shoe.
"Maybe I can help you, where-" Ghost watches as you tug your shoe off and shove it against chest.
"Hold that please," He blinks, and takes the heel from you, judging by your clothes you must be of high status. He's never seen a lady running around barefoot before. "Now if you'll excuse me, Sir Knight, I really am in a rush, and I have a baron hot on my tail attempting to hold me hostage another hour still."
Another glance behind you, one Ghost leans to check for as well. You must be quick to have outrun a man he can't even see the sweat of. He wonders if you lost your other shoe somewhere along the way or if you, perhaps, threw it at the baron to buy yourself some time. That look in your eyes is wickedly clever when it meets his again. You nod to him once and slip around him to take off running again.
"Wait, I'm-" Ghost stops, and sighs watching you slide around another corner. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He grumbles to himself, tossing your shoe to his other hand as he walks. He'll pass it off to his escort once he meets up with him again. He's pretty sure he went the same way you did.
The escort looks rather harried when he spots him in front of the reception chamber's doors. Big fancy things that have guards waiting to open them on either side. His escort enters to tell the King and Queen that the newest guard candidate has arrived. Ghost tries not to eavesdrop.
"I haven't needed an escort since I was a little girl I'm-"
"A flight risk," The Queen says firmly
"I'd hardly call running from a daft old man a flight risk," The King grumbles. Ghost chuckles a little to himself. His escort slips back out of the throne room to tell him they're not quite ready for him. Which seems strange considering how much time they've had to prepare.
A maid exits one of the nearby rooms with a pair of slippers and something clicks in Ghost's head. Despite his escort's best attempts at stopping him, Ghost enters the throne room with the maid, and watches your sweet face fall as silence covers the royal family. The maid too, it seems, doesn't know what to do.
"Sir Simon Riley," Ghost announces himself, "I was called about being her highness's personal guard."
"It seems you've already run into each other," The Queen's lips purse, eyes on the heeled shoe in Ghost's hands. He offers the offending shoe to the maid, and takes the slippers.
"This is really-" You whisper to him, Ghost hums, slips the silk slipper onto your foot. You swallow, try again, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, I can't imagine how you must think of me."
"Briefly," He tells her. You're still standing at the bottom of the steps to the throne; apparently having had time only to argue with your parents, not take your seat, in the time between bumping into him and getting here.
"Sir Riley," you start.
"Ghost," he corrects you, "if I'm going to be your guard, I'd like you to call me Ghost."
"Ghost," you start again, not even a hint of annoyance in your voice. Actually, you sound a little embarrassed. It's cute. He likes how easily you give in to him. "I'm sure you'd find this position terribly boring, and a waste of your many talents."
Ghost drops to one knee, and pats his thigh, you quickly raise your foot to settle on him.
"I mean, I'm really not the flight risk my mother thinks I am, and I hardly think you want to accompany me on diplomatic excursions-" he holds your ankle to slip the new house shoe on "-or trips into town. Wouldn't you rather be off, I don't know, fighting marauders and dragons?"
"What do you think knights do, princess?" He smiles, setting your foot on the floor and prompting you for the other one. "It's my privilege to serve you, one I'm enjoying so far."
You feel heat brust over your cheeks, finally taking in the man in front of you. This man is a trained combatant and yet here he is helping you put your shoes on. Christ, you'd literally run into him, and now he was. Why was he treating you so nicely, he should be laughing at the idea of serving you.
"No," He murmurs back, "You can't imagine what I think of you." He stands as you settle your foot back on the ground, and takes your hand, bowing his head to kiss the back of it. "But, rest assured those thoughts are good, my lady."
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โง.*เณโโทย pete's placeย |ย the introย |ย opening nightย |ย the playlistย เผ*ยทห
โง.* : ฬฬโ lloyd hansen x female!reader (non-descriptive)
โง.* : ฬฬโ word count: 353.
โง.* : ฬฬโ warnings: chase kink, taunting, dub-con/non-con (however you'd like to interpret it), dacryphilia (crying kink), lloyd being lloyd
โง.* : ฬฬโ requested by: @chxrryhansen
โง.* : ฬฬโ notes: the longest one yet!! i wanted them to stay under 200 but i really enjoy writing lloyd and i would've kept going but decided to post so i didn't spend 5 days writing a 5k smutfest. anywaysssss; enjoy my lloyd lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!
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*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.
*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
Lloydโs laughter mocked you as you bound barefoot down the never ending hallway. As you stumbled with a heaving chest, manically trying every door as Lloydโs heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.
Every shake of the seemingly thousands of doorknobs knocked your heart that little bit closer to breaking. The daunting reality of never being able to outrun him settled in quickly and your hope was diminishing with every useless step. Until one door swung open and you flung yourself inside, slamming it shut. Your eyeโs scattered around the room, looking for a hiding spot before they zeroed in on a small cupboard, just big enough for you to fit inside of.
As you rushed forward you were snatched from behind, Lloydโs cologne filled your nose; dark and carnal as your eyes widened. His arm snaked around your neck, constricting the stale manor air from reaching your lungs.
โโGotโcha,โโ Lloyd gleamed in your ear, black gloved fingers squeezing either side of your chin as you were dragged back out of the room kicking and screaming.
Lloydโs hand moved from your chin to clamp harshly over your mouth before you were spun and pinned with his arm across your chest to the wall. His eyes searched your face as your eyeโs squeezed shut; tears pouring down your cheeks. You heard his demented, throaty chuckle before feeling the wetness of his tongue glide up your cheek. Your body tried to contort away from his warm breath, useless in its attempt to escape the unescapable.ย
Suddenly his tongue was gone and Lloyd tutted, โโYouโre not crying enough, Pup. Nothinโ but fuckinโ crocodile tears.โโ
You let out a pitiful whimper as Lloyd mocked you with faux sympathy, pressing soft kisses across your face.
โโOpen those pretty eyeโs up, wanna see โem all wet with those shiny fake tears,โโ Lloyd ordered.
Your eyes fluttered open, willing them not to close again at the sight of his twisted grin.ย
โโThere they are,โโ Lloyd cooed in awe. โโNowโฆ What the fuck do I have to do to you to get some real fuckinโ tears, hmm? Shall we go find out?โโ
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๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐ ๐ป๐๐
๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐น๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐, ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐จ/๐ต: ๐ฐ ๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
. ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ @noroi1000 ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธโค๏ธโฃ๏ธ
๐พ๐ช: 3.2๐
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๐ฎ๐๐๐'๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐โฏ
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You should've accepted your best friend's offer to ride home with you when she inquired if you needed a ride. You should've answered yes instead of being arrogant and choosing to walk home alone in the middle of the night.ย
Your hand wrapped tightly around your frame as you hugged the fur coat that did little to keep you warm, the heels you wore digging into the back of your heel, it hurt so much that you just wanted to kick the shoes off your feet and walk barefooted along the dirty, gravelled stone pavement.ย
You were unhappy as it was, and to make matters worse, you occurred to step into a muddy puddle of water. "Fuck my life," you hissed as you brushed off your heels and walked back home. You didn't live too far away from the club; it was only a fifteen-minute walk to your flat.ย
Thatโs why you chose to walk, but it would have been wiser to accept your best friend's offer instead of going home in 7-inch heels and stumbling in puddles.ย
You murmured again, raising your head to the heavens, and asking, "Why do I have to live such a difficult life? Stripping isn't working for me. I can't afford to pay my bills or rent, and I have no idea what I'm going to eat tomorrow."ย
Yes, life is difficult, and as much as you disliked complaining, you had no choice but to do so. You're constantly stuck trying to figure out what you were going to do, and tonight was no exception since, for one thing, you didn't make a single dollar. Not only that, but you also got into an intense argument with your boss.ย
โFuckโฆโ you screamed. Your life just sucked.ย
You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't notice the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you. When you realised someone was following you, it was too late because they already had you against their chest and a knife at your throat.ย
โNow, now small thing, if you play nice, I promise I wonโt kill you,โ they whispered as they pressed the knife even more against your neck.ย
You swallow thickly, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you thought - How can my day get any worse than this - before opening up your lips to ask the person that held you, โWhat do you want?โย
โWell, my boss would like to have you in his bed,โ they said to you.ย
โOh,โ you said. You werenโt expecting that to be the answer. You were hoping that heโd ask for sex, a blowjob, money that you didnโt have, or something else. But this was unexpected. โWell, tell your bossโฆthatโฆ that Iโm not interested.โย
โI canโt do that small thing,โ they said back to you.ย
โWhy?โ you asked them.ย
โFollowing orders maโam,โ they responded.
โWell, how about I suck your cock and you fuck me for free and after you're done, just let me go,โ you offered. โYou can just tell him that I got run over by a car or better, yet I jumped off a building.โ
You were hoping that theyโd accept your offer and fuck you, but instead they laughed. โAs tempting as those sounds. I canโt do that maโam my boss or better bosses don't like when their toy is being played with.โ
Toy? Now that word is a triggering word for you because for starters you werenโt a damn object, and you most certainly will never be. So, you sighed yet again. โSir could you please just let me goโฆ Iโllโย
โDonโt even try to make an offer, just play nice and come with me. My bosses are expecting you to arrive soon. No, to make this easier on us,โ he said as he removed the knife from your neck. โLetโs put you to sleep.โ
Then suddenly a rag was held against your nose, and the hand that wrapped around your waist tightened. โNoโฆ No,โ you screamed, your fright and flight finally kicked in. You began thrashing around in his arms. "Please don't do this."
"Be quiet!" The man whispered in your ear. "NO amount of struggling will help. It'll be over faster if you just breathe."ย
You shook your head not as you tried to fight your way out of his arms. But his grip only got tighter, and the rag that was pressed against your nose was now covering your mouth. "Please! Don't do this to me," you begged hoping that he'd have a bit of sympathy for you and just let you walk free.ย
But this man, he valued his life more than yours. If he messed up his mission to take you to his bosses, then he knew that his head would be used as an example of what would happen if anyone failed a mission again.ย
"Breathe!" A single tear dropped from your eye when you took a deep breath and breathed in the scent of the drug that was on the rag. Your eyes felt a bit heavy, your body getting slightly weak when the substance began to take over your body.ย
It wasn't long though, before your body turned limp into his arms as you continued to breathe in the most unforgiving drug. "That's it, just breathe." And that's the last thing you heard before your eyes closed and everything around you went completely dark.ย
โฆย
"Ugh, Sugu pleaseโฆ wh- when is my t- toy getting here," the white-haired man stuttered through his moans as he clung to his partner for dear life.ย
"Mhmโฆ be patient Satoru," Geto Suguru, his partner in crime whispered, his lips against Gojo Satoru's ear just sucking at his lobe as his hand gently pumped his cock.ย
"Butโฆ but I wanna play with her nowโฆ" Gojo whined.ย
"Brat!" Geto hissed. "Remember what I told you. I went through so much trouble finding a suitable toy just for you." Gojo grunted, his head rolling against Geto's shoulder, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip trying his hardest to hold back the moan that was fighting to spill from his lips. "You better take good care of this one."ย
"But whatโฆ ugh fuckโฆ what if she's like the rest of them? I don't want a uselessโฆ toy," Gojo whined.ย
"Just shut the fuck up and cum for me," Geto hissed before kissing Gojo's lips while his hand sped up a bit. "Gonna cum for me, pretty boy!"
"Yes! I'm going to cum,"
Amid their intimacy, the door to their chambers slowly opened revealing their trusted employee (or so they thought) walking inside with you lying unconscious in their arms.ย
โOh, my fucking God, I was just about to fucking CUM,โ Gojo shouted, his hand reaching for the gun tucked away in the back of Getoโs pants and fired it at the man who stood before them. Luckily for him, Geto was quick enough to tap the gun downwards just before the shot fired and the bullet ended up landing at the manโs feet. โDonโt you know when tooโฆ Ugh!โย
โThatโs right pretty boy cum for me,โ Geto cooed as he gently pulled the gun from his loverโs grip, his hand that was firmly wrapped around his cock moving just a bit faster as he brought Gojo closer and closer to the brink of his ecstasy.ย
โYesโฆ yesโฆ yes,โ Gojo screamed, both his hands wrapping themselves around Getoโs neck, face buried into his chest, lip biting and toes curling as a rope of cum shot from the blush pink tip of Gojoโs veiny cock into the calloused palm of Getoโs hands.ย
โThatโs a lot of cum Satoru,โ Geto said, chuckling as he lifted his hand and showed it to Gojo.ย
โNot my fault,โ Gojo mumbled.ย
โOf course not.โ Gojo hummed while Geto grabbed a few napkins that were surprisingly on the bed and wiped the cum away from his hand. โToji, you have the goods I see.โ
โYup!โ he answered nonchalantly, not even phased by the fact that he almost got shot by Gojo Satoru just a few minutes ago. Well, that was nothing new to him anyway, Gojo had pointed a gun to his head, the first day he began working for them.ย
โPut her on the bed.โ Toji hummed as he walked towards the bed and placed on the soft duvet sheets. โIt wasn't too much of a hassle to get her now, was it?โย
โNah, she just talked too much,โ Toji replied. โIโll be taking my leave then. Have a good night Geto.โ With that Toji spun around on his heels and left the room and closed the doors behind him.ย
โSatoruโฆ look there she is,โ Geto said while smiling and pointing at your body on the bed. Though his legs were trembling a bit, Gojo managed to ease himself from Getoโs lap and crawled out to where his body was. โBe careful now.โ
โMhmโฆ whatever,โ Gojo groaned, still his hand lifted to stroke the apples of your cheeks. Oh yes, heโs already thinking of all the nasty things he could do with such a pretty face like yours. The hickeys heโll leave on your jaw and neck, the bite marks and nails scraping against your cheekโฆ oh all the things he could do to you. โGonna have so much fun with you. Pretty baby.โย
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The sound of a man whining and groaning against your ear had you immediately jumping out of whatever deep slumber you were in. โFuckโฆโ you hissed as your foggy eyes tried to make out your surrendering.ย
โFinally awake I seeโฆโ an unfamiliar voice whispered against your ear before a warm pair of lips were planted against your cheek. Your head quickly snapped into the mysterious voice direction, your hand resting against the jaw that was previously kissed.ย
โWhoโฆ who are you?โ you asked, your eyes still a bit foggy but you could still see a head of white hair, and crystalline blue eyes staring right at you. โWho are you and what do you want with me?โ
โSex! Hugs! Kisses! And more SEX! But Sugu said that Iโm not supposed to touch you. Sad but the longer the wait the sweeter the reward, pretty girl,โ he said smiling from ear to ear. You tried to move away from him only to be pushed back against the duvets and the man now hovering over you. โNow, now donโt be like that. I was kind enough to not fuck you in your sleep. Donโt let me regret my decision and just fuck you right here.โย
โSatoruโฆ Be nice. Poor girl must be terrified. Get up and let me chat with her,โ Another man spoke as he appeared behind whose name you now know to be Satoru. โHi there princess, you look a little scared.โย
โWhere am I?โ you asked, as tears began streaming from your eyes. โWhy am I here? I wanna go home.โ
โSee, youโre scaring her, move!โ With that said, the man pushed Satoru away from you. โItโs ok now princess, no need to be scared. Iโm not gonna hurt you,โ he calmly stated as he pulled you towards him.
โI wanna go home, pleaseโฆโ you cried.ย
โHm? I donโt understand, youโre already home,โ he answered while using his thumb and wiping your tears from your cheek. You looked at him in shock, your eyes now finally clearing up and now staring deeply into the manโs small golden eyes while he stared back at you. โYou wanna leave the comfort of your home to go live inside a shabby apartment pretty girl? You break my heart.โย
โButโฆ butโฆโ
โNowโฆ nowโฆ no buts. I suggest you go along with the flow and donโt ask any unnecessary questions princess unless you wanna be punished on the first day. You don't want that to happen now do we?" You quickly shook your head not as soon as the words punishment fell from his lips. โGood girl. Now stop the foolish crying and let us introduce ourselves. My name is Geto Suguru and that is my partner and lover Gojo Satoru. What is your name?โย
You sniffed and swallowed deeply, your fist balling into your lap as you opened up your lips and answered, โY/N.โย
He smiled, a charming smile at that as he lifted his hand to stroke your tear-stained cheek, โSuch a pretty name for a pretty girl, right Satoru?โย
โMhmโฆโ Satoru answered while smiling at you too.ย
โCome here,โ Geto called as he held his hand out for you to take. You stared at it for a bit, wondering if holding his hand was the right thing to do. But given the situation that youโre currently in, it seems as if it was the only thing you were allowed to do. So, you took hold of his hand. Your sweaty palms slid over his hot calloused hands, fingers slotted between his before folding your fingers over his knuckles and holding tightly onto your hand.ย
โLetโs have a look around your new home, shall we? Satoru led the way for us,โ and with that said, Geto pulled you closer to him before sliding his arm under your thighs and gently lifted you from the bed. You were a bit frightened, but you remained calm hoping that if you stayed still in his arms, he wouldn't drop you.ย
โAs you can see, this is our bedroom,โ Gojo said as he began walking around the room. โYouโll be here for most of the time. Sugu and I have to work so youโll have to stay here and wait like a good little wife. Plus, we'll have plenty of sex in here also.โ
โToruโฆโ Geto called out to him in a slight warning tone.ย
โMhmmโฆ whatever,โ Gojo grumbled. During that time of them bickering for a bit, you took the time to look around the all-white room. The walls were white, and the carpets on the floor were white. The king-size bed in the middle of the room was elegantly dressed in soft white duvet sheets with white and seashell-coloured pillows.ย
To the left of the room was what you assumed to be a closet, based on the design and the shapes of the double doors. โThat's our closet dear. And inside the closet in a bathroom, Satoru will show it to you when itโs time for you to take a bath.โ
You only nodded as you looked to the right of the room to see a Jacuzzi. Whatโs a Jacuzzi doing inside of a bedroom? A look of confusion crossed your face and Geto realised this. โWhat is it, princess?โย
Princess!? You thought. What a nice name to be calling a girl who he just kidnapped. โUhmโฆ whatโs a jacuzzi doing inside of the bedroom?โย
โAhโฆ itโs there so that you donโt have to leave the room. You have a big bed to sleep on while you wait for us. A nice huge closet to play dress up in while you wait for us, a small little living room area that youโre soon about to see, and a jacuzzi to keep you from getting bored,โ Geto answered.ย
โYou wanna keep me locked up?โย
โYes,โ Gojo answered with no hesitation. โWhy should my precious toy leave their playroom? You should be in here waiting until I am ready to play with you. Donโt worry Sugu will play with you too.โย
You looked at both of them in disbelief. What was going on right now? You were drugged, kidnapped, and now being told that you were going to be locked up inside of a house like a toy? And what can we call this reaction of yours? Shouldnโt you be freaking out? Crying and screaming hysterically until they both got fed up with your bullshit and threw you out?ย
Why are you so calm? Well, I guess you can say youโve been through so much bullshit in your life, nothing ever really phased you for too long. Sigh.ย
โThe only way for you to leave this room is to be on your best behaviour. All you have to do is follow our rules, do as we say, and youโll get a free pass to do anything that you want for a day, do you understand?โ Geto asked and you shook your head yes. โGood princess. Now Toru is gonna take you to the bathroom. You need to take a bath and get changed out of these dirty clothes.โย
Gojo took you from Getoโs arms and then slowly made his way towards the bathroom. โWhen you get back, weโll talk about the rules and punishments.โย
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Once Gojo showed you to the bathroom. It didnโt take much time for you to shower and get changed. Oh, you had to say that you thought that Gojo was going to be the one to shower you, but surprisingly he left right after he showed you what products youโre supposed to use.ย
Anyways, after showering you got changed into white lingerie that featured a flattering and full asymmetrical hem to highlight your legs' line, adjustable spaghetti straps for a great fit, and true beauty are revealed via the bicolour flowery lace cups. Lace chemise lingerie has front closure styling to show off your cute bump and will not bind your tummy, making it a fantastic choice for pregnant ladies. "METAL front hook closure" details help to produce a stunning bust line. The dress is made of delicate lace and mesh, is stretchy and breathable, and has distinctive embroidery that precisely shows your body line.ย
Itโs beautiful.ย
You then move on to drying your hair, brushing your teeth, and moisturising your skin before stepping out of the bathroom to see Gojo straddling Getoโs lap, with his head resting against Getoโs shoulder and Getoโs arms gently patting his back. โThere she is.โย
โTook you long enough,โ Gojo said as he removed himself from Getoโs lap. He sat on the bed beside Geto then patted his lap while he beckoned you to come closer to him. โSit,โ he ordered, and you quickly walked over to him and sat yourself in his lap.ย
โYou look beautiful princess,โ Geto complimented, and you shook your head yes. โNuh huh, say thank you.โ
โTh- Thank you.โย
โGood girl, now remember what I said about rules and punishment earlier?โ Geto asked and you shook your head yes. โWell, Satoru and I only have two rules. Rule number one: Donโt leave the room without either of us. Rule number two: Just do as youโre told without question. If youโre able to follow those simple rules, then you wonโt get punished.โย
โWhat happens if I break a rule?โ you asked.ย
โWell, it depends. Say for instance you break rule number one, if we catch then that is 30 spanks. Break rule number 2, then the punishment varies, from spanks to ass fucking, to overstimulation or even worst humiliation, meaning weโll take you on a walk outside,โ Geto said while smiling from ear to ear.ย
โNot just any walk, pretty girl,โ Gojo chimed in.ย
โWhat do you mean?โ you asked while raising your brow at them.ย
โHmโฆ Break the rule and youโll find out. Now let's get to bed, hm, you must be tired.โย
โNo, I want a kiss first,โ Gojo demanded.ย
โYou heard him pretty girl, give him a kiss,โ and with that, you pressed your lips against his, and not even a moment later he began to devour them. โThere you go getting comfortable with Satoru.โย
Itโs not like you had a choice anyway, itโs either do as they say or suffer the consequences.ย
And that is not something you want after all your life was already hard enough.
๐ด๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐กโ๐๐๐. ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐.
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