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Black Swan 2 | Colin Bridgerton

pairings - colin bridgerton/reader | brigderton au!

“_ _ “ = Y/N

masterlist | last part

sypnosis — you decide to push away colin, perhaps against your own will.

warnings —angst

word count — 3.3k

© elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify, or translate.

Your feet couldn’t carry yourself fast enough. Heels clicked against the pavement as the summer air breeze blew against your cheeks. With squinted eyes, you called out her name again. But you watched as her carriage vanished into the night, leaving you alone with dust vanishing within the air from her departure.

It couldn’t have been possible. Colin was her Colin. The Viscount’s younger brother.

Penelope had dreamt about marrying him ever since your mother and her daughters moved across from them, pretty much at the same time you were shipped off to Spain. Your mother didn’t want to deal with taking care of you, and so she made a deal with one of the emperors in Spain—and arranged for you to live within the walls of the Royal Castle.

You never got the chance to get to know anyone here. Perhaps that’s why you received such peculiar stares.

“_ _. I’ve been looking for you. Welcome home.”

You clenched your teeth. Inhaling deeply, you reluctantly spun around, revealing your mother and two half sisters. Almost stumbling back from their bright fashion choice—all matching in blinding orange dresses—you heard your older sister, Prudence, roll her eyes.

You sent her a tight smile. “Hello, Prudence.” You nodded at Philipa, who only rose her brow at you.

“Philipa.”

“It seems Spain caused you to lose your senses,” your mother scrutinized you with bitter eyes. The tip of her nose scrunched. “You didn’t even announce yourself to your sisters nor I.“

Philipa snorted, twirling her orange curl. “Yeah. At least try to hide the fact you only came for Penelope.”

Your mother chuckled, tilting her head at you with faux confusion. “Speaking of which—where is that girl? We wouldn’t want you to get the impression she’s already grown weary of your presence,” she added in, fanning herself with her veiny hand coated with perfectly painted with her signature color. Yellow.

Your half-sisters laughed and snickered at her words, causing you to think your eyes into daggers at the trio. “It seems other people enjoy and require her company, unlike some I know.”

Their laughing grew to a halt, earning death glares as you threw your hand in the air to call your carriage. Turning your back towards them, you lifted the end of your dress to ensure you didn’t slip on the hem once again.

“Have a goodnight ladies. I’m retiring home early.”

As soon as you heard a gentleman whistle to escort you towards the ready carriage, you walked down the cobblestones pathway of the Queen’s Castle—quickly fleeing from the scene.

“Thank you, Ms. Varley,” you smiled at the older woman as she latched the necklace onto your flesh. A boy who eyed you for some time back in Spain gifted you this, following his confession. In simple words,

You accepted the gift but not the proposal.

Getting married wasn’t really on your agenda. You always assumed love would happen organically. There wasn’t a need to force anything, nor a rush. And when it came to him, there was no spark. Your tummy didn’t do flips whenever his eyes dug into yours. When his fingertips grazed your knuckles, it didn’t burn your heat with desire.

Your fingertips touched the shimmering diamonds—mind racing back to the night before. Colin couldn’t keep his eyes off your collarbone. As if he was fighting the urge to lay his sights on what was beneath it. The thought of his stormy eyes burning into your figure, made you inhale sharply.

Although you sworn to never speak to him again, Penelope didn’t have to know your thoughts. And besides, he consumed them. His touch on the small of your back, in the dark, his lips almost pressing against yours. It drove you crazy, how large his palms were compared to yours. How dominant he was—how he controlled the conversation the entire course of time the two of you spent together.

“It’s truly lovely to meet you, Miss Rockwell. I’ll be in the washing room cleaning.”

You hummed as you both exchanged smiles before she exited your chamber. And as if on cue, Penelope stormed in. You straightened out right away, turning away from the mirror to face her. “Penelope. I was about to come—“

“I’m sorry I assumed things between the two of you. Colin spoke to me and explained everything.” She apologized, offering a gentle smile. Her face looked as if it was glowing with guilt. But it made your chest do a flip at the sound of his name. “He said you both literally ran into each other during the blackout—and he danced with you so you wouldn’t leave.”

“Exactly,” you laughed nervously, happy he didn’t mention the dirty thing he said before you left. “There’s nothing going on between us. I would never do that to you, Pen Pen.”

The two of you hugged, giggling as you took in her scent of jasmine. It was absolutely lovely. “I feel like you’re the only person I truly have.”

“I’ll always be here for you.” Pen guarantees as you both pull away. You pinch her cheeks as she giggles, swatting your hand away. “Now tell me! What did you two talk about?”

You gulped, but played it cool. “You mean did he mention you?”

She blushed, turning as red as her night gown. She hadn’t changed clothes yet. This really must’ve been weighing in on her mind all night.

Guilt began to hit you.

“He did,” you notice her eyes perk up. You spat out lies. “He said there’s a girl he finds gorgeous that he’s close with.”

“I—-What? Really?”

Oh god.

“The Bridgertons are hosting a garden party today. Eloise’s sister Francesa has turned of age—I shall speak to him there.”

Shit.

Your mind went blank, biting on your finger as Penelope loses herself in her desires. “I have to decide what to wear. This could be it, _ _.” She clapped her hands, looking at you with excited eyes and a beaming smile.

“I’m going to tell him how I feel today.”

You made a nervous laugh as she skipped out your chambers, knowing you were now royally fucked.

He plagues your mind. But there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. Now, you had to try to get your sister to marry Colin Bridgerton.

You absolutely adored this green dress from Spain. It had golden trimming sewn at the top, and the sleeves were two puffed out rings. It was off the shoulder, showering off your collarbones, attracting stares from many gentleman.

Here in London, woman tend to show cleavage like there’s no tomorrow. Especially the mamas, it was quite gruesome how shameless they were. But in Spain, Spanish women like to let the men imagine a bit more. Fantasize you can say. And collarbones are sexy, revealing just enough to make you think. Perhaps that’s why Colin eyes showered you with glances directed at your neckline.

Golden necklaces adorned your neckline. “It’s absolutely beautiful,” you whispered in awe to Penelope, the two of you following behind your mother and her two gremlins. The Bridgerton’s garden was located behind their home, where paths filled with light pink flowers guided guests how to enter.

A fountain filled with lily pads poured crystal-like water into its stone basin at the bottom. Birds chirped whilst resting at the top. Butterflies of every color imaginable flapped their patterned wings into the clear skies of summer. Violin’s qued as rows of food appeared. Sandwiches, scones, cookies, tea cakes, bread. Blackened chicken, an entire hog, and salmon in another. And drinks such bourbon, whiskey, vodka.

Penelope began to make herself a plate and offered to make you one as well. You agreed and thanked her before going to get yourself a drink. Pen didn’t like to drink, so you decided against offering her one.

The sound of hard cider caused your mouth to water. Back in Spain, you drank that every week. The spice of the cinnamon lightly burning the back of your throat stung you deliciously. Helping yourself to the dispenser that says Hard Cider, you filled the glass halfway before taking a sip.

You were surprised they had it here.

“Here,” Pen hands you a massive plate. You nearly tip over from the weight. Forcing the liquid down your throat, it made you slightly cough out.

“Jesus, Pen. Did you get one of everything or something?” You cleared your throat afterwards, causing her to giggle.

“I didn’t know what you liked! So I got you everything…”

That made you laugh, shaking your head as you took another sip of your drink. Okay _ _. Keep track of your sips. This is your second. Don’t get wasted at Colin Bridgerton’s home. But then you realized, no one even knew you. It was okay to ease up a little, and relax. This is a vacation after all.

“Where’s your little Bridgerton friend?” You ask Pen, catching her taking a bite out of a cookie. She shrugged her shoulders as she wiped powdered sugar off the corners of her mouth.

“Are you two not speaking?”

“Of course we are. She’s just been a little busy with other things I suppose.” She clearly lied to you, eyes dodging to meet yours. You hummed with a knowing look, but decided to not say anything.

“Ladies.”

An unfamiliar male voice steps in, rich and charming almost. A boy with dark eyes and a handsome smile approaches you two, but to your luck, his sights seemed to be in Penelope. “I love that color, Miss Featherington. It looks absolutely ravishing on you.”

Pen freezes on the spot, no longer taking bites of her food. Her cheeks turned a deep pink.

“Urm, Thank you Mr. Dukeson.”

“Would you like to dance?” He offers, holding out his hand. Pen glanced at you, and when you deliver her a stern nod, she bites back a small smile before accepting his proposition to waltz. She hands you her plate, causing you to giggle, before he escorts her to the floor.

Oh—how beautiful she looked.

“Who is that?”

You nearly jumped at the husky voice behind you. It was him.

Not understanding why he wanted to know, your eyes found his. But they weren’t looking at you. No…they were focused on the pair before you two.

On Pen.

With a look of anguish and dominance.

It made sparks of lingering jealousy ignite within your chest.

He…had feelings for her.

Colin Bridgerton liked her back. It was hard to swallow, but at least you didn’t have to help them get together anymore. It was over. All you had to do was tell Pen to keep making him jealous, and eventually he’ll crumble for her. And it shouldn’t have torn you apart inside, or made your heart swell with an aching emptiness.

“You have feelings for her,” you spoke aloud, causing his eyes to snap to yours. He visibly swallowed.

“I…don’t know…”

“Come on, Bridgerton. Man up. Tell her how you feel, won’t you?”

Your words caused him to raise his brows at you, blinking quickly. Tilting your head back, you took a large swig from your drink, causing him to laugh. “By the way, gorgeous home. Or castle I should say. I mean come on, it would take me thirty minutes to find the bathroom.”

“Thanks. We could trade places, if you’d like.”

“You don’t look flexible enough to dance for the Spanish Queen, Bridgerton.”

You snort, each drink making you feel more and more relaxed. Suddenly—Colin not returning your feelings didn’t bother you. Your sister always came first, no matter what. But you couldn’t help but stare at him, noticing those supple lips of his getting trapped between those pearly white teeth of his.

You thought about sucking on it. Using his mouth for dirty dirty things. You were shameful.

Your thighs pressed together; not noticing Colin’s hungry eyes suddenly trained on you. He noticed the sweat dripping down your forehead, eyes avoiding to meet his. “Miss Rockwell. Are you fee—“

“You should tell Pen how you feel. Excuse me,” you mutter out before pushing past him, going inside the maze. Walls made of large shrubs and bushes, flowers littering the green, and yet you still felt light headed and stressed. The liquor began to make your heart race and tummy twirl with yearning.

Your hand found your waist, letting out laughs. It was unbelievable how much you yearned for his touch on yours. To feel his body against yours. What was wrong with you?

“_ _ ? Are you okay?”

It was the Bridgerton girl. Emily? Eloise. Quickly spinning around, you spotted her pretty blue eyes filled wirh wordy sweeping over your features. “Why are you here? I mean—I get it. I get it. I hate parties as well. Mama makes me attend them.”

She rolls her eyes, and since you weren’t in full control of your senses, you tried your best to be sober. “Are you drunk?”

“Drunk wouldn’t begin to cover it, sister.” Colin steps in beside her, looking as dashing as ever. His black strands fell over his eyes, a black vest matching his black coat. His greyish eyes contracted against his recently tanned skin.

“I am not drunk right now, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“You’re swaying.”

“It’s windy.”

“It’s summer.”

“Same difference.”

“Hey guys,” Pen says softly, announcing herself to the conversation. You smile widely at her.

“Pen, who’s that guy you were dancing with?” Eloise asks, looking genuinely concerned and in-excited. Pen blushes as Colin pitches in as well.

“Did he ask to court you?”

You send a glance to Colin, feeling your chest burn with a mysterious anger. Alcohol flowed in your blood stream. “Pen, do you fancy him?”

She swallowed thickly, shaking her head and shrugging. “I uh, I don’t know.”

She couldn’t meet his gaze. Setting your drink on the grass, you first took one last swig and finished your cup. “I’m going to find some more liquor.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea—“

“Actually, I’d like to dance.”

“Lovely, me too. Shall we?” Colin offered his hand, a smirk trailing onto those lips of his. You bit your lip, but saw the look on Pen’s face—and fought against the urge to accept.

“Sorry. I mean with girls.”

You grabbed Eloise and Pen by their wrists before dragging them to the center of the dance floor.

You didn’t notice his eyes on you once again, watching the three of you hold hands and jump around. You grabbed Pen by her hand and spun her and Eloise around with your other at the same time. The following the tempo of the piano, Eloise suddenly twirled you before the three of you girls continued to dance.

And at the same time, you didn’t notice Colin wasn’t the only one burning his gaze onto you. The Queen had also taken an interest, asking her right hand man about your family and background. In her eyes, you were the perfect diamond of the season. She still hadn’t announced one yet, but that was soon going to change.

Flowers began to pour down from the sky somehow, colorful petals getting caught in your black strands. You fluttered your eyes shut, jumping up and down whilst swaying your body to match the music.

Giggling and smiling with the girls, when your eyes reopened—a pair of fiery dark ones were piercing at you. Colin stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, two girls speaking to get his attention that was on you. Petals falling over him in the background made it seem like you were dreaming. Something blossomed in your chest. As soon as your eyes met, his pink lips curved into a slight smirk.

You were doomed.

After the song finished, Colin approached you once again. Pen and Eloise were talking to one another, yet mindful of your guys’ conversation. You breathed deeply as Colin looked at you with an intense gaze. Penelope clears her throat, but Colin didn’t notice.

“Miss Rockwell. May I speak to you for a moment?”

Your eyes flew over to Pen, who laughed brokenheartedly and excused herself. “I’ll just go find Eloise then…”

After your younger sister had walked off, you sent Colin a fierce look. “Miss Rockwell—“

He took a step forward, causing you to knit your brows in confusion. His eyes were trained on the ground.

“I would like—to get to know you better.” His words were suggestive. It made chills run down your spine, and if it were under different circumstances, perhaps you would have accepted. But this wasn’t just any suitor. This was Colin…the man Pen has been yearning for for years now. The way she described him in those letters. How dashing he looked in that coat of his, how his defined jaw clenched as he awaited for your answer.

His eyes trailed up to meet yours. “Miss Rockwell…please say yes.”

And you want to did. It was on the tip of your tongue—But it was impossible. He wasn’t meant for you to marry. You always knew that.

“W—We can’t…”

His face fell, but hope lingered in his eyes. He knew you were about to break. Did he see right through right you? Colin tilted his head, grasping your fingertips. The skin on your hand felt like it was on fire as he traced it gently. “Colin..”

“Why not?” His voice dropped an octave, turning into a harsh whisper. His patience was running thin, dropping his formal tone and replacing it with a more…desperate one. You gulped, staying silent, becoming speechless as his features pulled into a frown. “Be honest with yourself, Miss Rockwell. Don’t be a fool.”

You were angry at this whole situation. Rejecting an offer from a man you find absolutely gorgeous and intriguing. He looked timeless, raising his brows and sending you those puppy dog eyes that made your knees weak. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, rubbing his check. The stubble on his angular jaw would scratch through the fabric of your glove.

And then Penelope popped into your head. That beautiful smile that adorned her perfect little face. You never wanted to be the reason it disappeared.

“I’m only a fool if I were to court you,” the words tasted bitter in your mouth. You refused to look at the broken look on his face. In all honestly, the harshness of your words were fueled by the anger of wanting to kiss those lips of his at this very moment. But you’d never be able to.

Looking away, you released a deep sigh. “I feel nothing for you, Colin Bridgerton. My sister, however, shares a great deal of feelings for you.”

Colin’s voice wavered behind you, “Miss Rockwell—“

“How desperate are you for someone to love you, dammit!” You raised your voice, letting out a mocking laugh afterwards. You felt like throwing up. If he couldn’t let you go simply, he’d have to hate you instead.

When you spun around,

Colin took a step back.

His face had completely went blank.

Your jaw shook, looking him in the eyes. The fire inside them had vanished, now only dimly lit. Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands. “Marry my sister. Hell, marry anybody as long as you leave me the bloody hell alone. Every time you speak to me—it kills her.” Your teeth clenched, “So please…let this be the last time we speak.”

It looked as if he had swallowed bile. “Understood.”

And with that, he turned around and exited his own garden. As you watched him leave, you realized everyone had you—eyes trained on yourself and the man fleeing from the scene. Warm liquid coated your hands, as you dug your nails into the flesh on your palm.

You grabbed a drink off the table before heading for the carriages.

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castaways | elliot

pairings — elliot/reader | vampire!au |

summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?

warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, not proof read

word count : 9.4K

authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!

song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer

elliot masterlist navigation

Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.

You had to admit, the news was hard to hear. You hadn’t expected those things to do something so ghastly, so horrible. But then again, they killed innocent humans and drank their blood, so you couldn’t say you were surprised. But still—you had minor hope for them, well, that was until this morning when that event occurred.

The night was extra dark tonight, clouds nowhere to be seen, but no stars being evident on the black canvas. Your glasses fell to the tip of your nose as you sighed, eyes burning with slight weariness, wanting to get this stupid paper done so you could return to your apartment and sleep for the next few days. A yawn had torn from your lips as you made a sharp turn, spotting a dirt road up ahead. Your eyes thinned as an idea popped into your head; listening to your thoughts before delving down that direction.

It looked like a quicker way to get to your destination. Perhaps if you cut through the woods you could get cut some time.

Another sigh leaving you, your eyes slightly watered for a moment. Your vision blurred as you smacked your lips, eyes rounding when a certain black shadow appeared in front of the headlights of your car. Woods surrounding you, it shocked you that someone or something was out this late at night, a gasp tearing through you as your foot stomped on the break. Neck flinging forward, your forehead smashed against the steering wheel, warm liquid trickling down the flesh of your temple as you groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Adrenaline pumped in your veins. A full ache pounded in your skull, fingers reaching up to press on the wound with squinting eyes. Letting out a hiss, you felt a minor cut, blood coating the pads of your fingertips. Curling your upper lip in irritation, your eyes flew behind the wheel, looking for whatever had made you stop so abruptly. But then you frowned, nothing being there.

“What the fuck?” You snapped aloud in a harsh whisper, opening your car door.

The beeping alarm rang in your ears, your car system telling you that your door was open. Ignoring the sound, your feet padded onto the dirt road, cold breeze fanning your features. Goosebumps littered across your skin, even though you had on a sweater plus a raincoat, mind still a bit fuzzy from banging your head onto the wheel, “Hello?”

Your voice echoed, but there wasn’t anyone who returned it. Your brows knitted together as you heard rustling in the bushes, but figured it could’ve been you being paranoid—until you heard twigs snap. Eyes rounding in fear, you snapped your head towards the location of the sound, but spotted nothing suspicious. Your lips opened to call out again, but this time, you felt someone attack you from behind.

Being kicked to the ground, your palms scraped against the sandy textured floor as scream left you. Flipping to your back, eyes widening in horror, you saw three tall men dressed in all black. You knew who they were. Skin pale and translucent; blue veins protruding from their limbs that weren’t covered by dark clothing. Eyes fierce and animalistic, pupils blending into a dark red shade that pierced through your soul. Hostility swirled in them, amongst with hanger, showing off their fangs as they hissed downwards at your trembling figure.

The middle one took a step closer, thin lips quirking into an evil smirk. His voice was almost like a dream, authentic and versatile, “Look what we have here. A mortal in our town,” he spoke slowly, making you gulp. You didn’t understand. He licked his lips as he tilted his bald head at your horrified state, “You know the laws, sweetheart. Killing on our turf isn’t against the law. So, scream as much as you want, it excites us.”

You shielded your face as he lunged at you, “Wait—please—!”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled into a ball as you awaited for his teeth to snatch your lungs through your chest. Hyperventilating, your body trembled, but it never came. Peeling your eyes open, you heard another snarl, accompanied by a bunch of other ones, making shock rock through you. Blinking quickly, a blur of white shadows began to fight against the three vampires, groans and cries falling from the latter as you sat up onto your bottom. Bottom lip shaking, you scooted back, thinning your eyes to catch the movement before you.

But they were already gone. The bad ones, at least. Finally, after a few seconds, a group emerged from the woods—the ones that fought off the killer vamps that were going to feast on you for dinner. Still panting, you gulped as you studied their features.

There had been three of them.

A woman had caught your attention, seeming middle aged, her skin as light as the moon shining above you. Her features were doll like and sharp, eyes deep and dark, sinking into her flesh like honey. Pupils a bright hazel, her fangs were tucked over her lips, which were pink and airy. Hair black and straight, a white long sleeve rolled down her thin arms, black slacks completing the outfit. She looked..normal.

Beside her, was who you believed to be her partner, his hair an icy white that appeared platinum. His eyes matched the strands on his head, a bright yellow, his flesh as fair as the beautiful woman standing next to him. A white button up was folded into half sleeves on his muscular arms, also wearing black slacks, his hair gelled back into perfection. Your breath was taken away by his beauty, and the gentleness swirling in his hues.

Lastly, there was a girl. She was considerably smaller than the other two—and you wondered if she was their child. She looked about fifteen or so, eyes a bright hazel, which startled you to be honest. They were striking and intimidating. A dark maroon dress tugged at her narrow waist, a black coat falling off her nimble shoulders, long blonde hair cascading into waves down towards her back. Her eyes were round, like the woman, and it appeared she inherited it from her. They were naturally glossy, but she staid in her place, staring at you as the man approached you.

Flinching, you scooted back some more as he held his hand out, raising his brows, “Are you hurt?”

After a few moments of silence, you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He nodded before his lips grew into a gentle smile, urging you to accept his hand.

“We won’t hurt you,” he admitted, his tone sincere, “We don’t kill humans. In fact—we prefer having them as pets.”

You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but when his smile grew, you found out he was. Biting your lower lip, you took a chance, and slid your smaller hand into his large one. It was cold, like really cold. It felt like ice against your skin, and your body jerked as he pulled you onto your feet. Furrowing your brows, you pulled your hand back to your side, “I thought vampires were forbidden to leave Vacuo.”

The woman chuckled from the distance between you two, “You are in Vacuo, darling.”

“How? I thought—“

“It’s the border,” the man explained, gesturing to the woods on the right, “You’re barely here, but yes, you’re here. It’s unsafe as of now to return you back to your world, so you must spend the night with us. At least until we figure out where you came from.”

You stared at them in reluctance, “Why should I trust you?”

Offering his hand, he ignored your question, eyes fiery.

“I’m Belen, and this is my family. I assure you that now you’ve obtained this much information about us, it’s safe to say we won’t put any harm in your way. That, and we saved your life just now,” his eyes twinkled, a bit of humor splashed into his tone. Your jaw tightened as he nodded his head at your silence, “It’s your choice. Take a risk and come with us, or spend the night alone in these woods. Up to you.”

Glancing over at your car, you knew that there was no way you’d survive alone in Vacuo. No human every crosses the boundaries of the human world into the vampire realm; and it was bizarre that you did it in accident. Only a fucking idiot like you would do that. You succumbed to the man, nodding slightly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Letting out a wince, you watched with careful eyes as the woman placed a bandaid on your wound. The fire crackled in the background as rain slightly trickled onto the rooftop, hearing her softly laugh. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans as you shifted in your seat, watching her thick lashes flutter as she pulls away from you, “The blood doesn’t bother you?”

She shook her head, sending you a soft smile, before turning around and walking over to one of the wooden doors. Their home was welcoming, making you surprised that it wasn’t all grimey and dark. You expected them to sleep in coffins, like the movies, bats littered across the ceiling as spiders and other bugs infested the caves. But no—this was a cottage. The fire made the inside illuminate into a faint yellow, scent of burning wood wagging up your nose, soothing your nerves.

A brown couch was in the living room, which is where you sat, sinking into the cushions. A few family pictures hung on the walls, above the fireplace as well, and you noticed one picture that had caught your eye. It was the three of them, yes, but a boy was also in it—unlike the other pictures in the frames. His eyes were dark and empty, a tight smile on his plump lips, as the man, Belen, pulled him into a side hug.

“My parents had me grow up on cows’ blood,” she explained, snapping you out of your daze. Taking a seat beside you, she handed you a cup of tea that she heated over the fireplace, “—and my children do the same. It helps us keep in tune with our humane side, I suppose.”

You wondered if they poisoned the tea, but shrugged it off. If they planned to kill you—you were already dead anyways.

Sipping on the warm liquid, it felt amazing as it eased the hoarseness in your dry throat. Your eyes flickered over to you, “I uh, love green tea actually.”

“It’s my favorite,” she replied, drinking from her own.

The atmosphere was cozy. You spotted the younger girl peer over her shoulder at you, from the top of the stairs, before vanishing into her room you assumed. The woman laughed beside you, and you actually returned it this time, much to your surprise, “She’s never met a human before—she’s a bit shy.”

You nodded, “It’s fine. I understand,” you waved it off, raising a brow, “What’s your name?”

“Alana, it’s a family name. My mother was named that as well..and you, dear?”

“Y/N,” you smiled for the first time since you had been there.

Her smile grew, “What a beautiful name. My daughter is named Scarlett, and my son is Elliot,” she added on, “He’s hunting right now. Probably won’t be home at all tonight—you know how teenagers are.”

You laughed again at her words, even though you were only eighteen years old. A yawn left you, making her stand up onto her feet, patting the fur blanket that was laid out onto the couch for you, “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning,” she told you kindly, before approaching the stairs, “Sweet dreams.”

“Thank you,” you told her, and she hummed before going up the steps.

You looked around with your eyes, hoping they didn’t kill you in your sleep. Sinking into the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, feeling it melt onto your figure as you sighed happily. It felt like a cloud. Flipping to your side, you tucked your hand beneath your chin, and felt your eyes flutter close, sleep instantly taking over. You must’ve been really exhausted.

Feeling something poke your cheekbone, a small groan left your lips. In a groggy state, your eyes peeled open, brows snapping together at whatever disturbed your sleep. But when they met with a pair of wide ones, staring down at you, feeling whatever the hell the thing was leaning over your figure, a scream scratched your throat.

And then, well, he screamed too.

Jolting into an upright position, knocking the boy onto the ground, he scrambled to his feet before pointing a finger at you, “Mom—why is there a mortal in our house?” He shouted, his chest rising up and down quickly as he caught his breath, narrowing his eyes at your features before plugging his nose, “—and why do they smell like mud and horse shit?”

You let out a gasp at his insulting words, hearing footsteps rumble down the stairs, sending a glare to the red-haired boy that had fallen onto the ground. His hair appeared to be a darkish red, shaven down into a buzz cut, and when he his head turned to the side—you spotted a black widow imprinted into the back of it. Wearing a blazer that was three sizes to big for him, black ripped skinny jeans tightened around his long legs, your chest turned warm at how handsome he actually was.

His eyes were a dark red color, cheekbones beautifully sculpted onto his admirable face. When he towered over you, you realized he was actually very tall, probably reaching around six foot. You didn’t know if he had eyeliner smeared under his eyes, or if they were naturally that dark—but you figured it was the latter, since vampires usually had a more gloomier sense of features. His eyes glued onto yours as you swallowed thickly.

You heard laughter, and glanced to the top of the stairs and spotted the younger girl, Scarlett, you think was her name, giggling with a hand over her mouth. Her blonde hair covered half her face, as it shook due to her movements.

“Elliot, you scared the human!” Alana scolded, who you figured was his mother, who came from behind you.

Elliot.

You remembered her mentioning her son, who had that name, so you put the pieces together and concluded that he was her son. Which was odd, because he didn’t look much like them, his skin considerably more tan compared to their pale complexion. You staid silent as his eyes narrowed into slits down towards you, his gaze sticking to yours, even though his words were directed to his mother, “Where’s father?”

“Trading,” she answered in her soft voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes still didn’t leave yours,

“She was lost—and we made a promise to not hurt her. Apologize for your outbursts, Elliot.”

His jaw tightened, this time, a more soft look covering his features.

“I’m—sorry.”

This time, he appeared to be more considerate, offering you even a small smile. You didn’t really return it though, still frightened by how he woke you up, hand still on your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to be rude; since they did take you in and have kept up with their promise of keeping you safe. In a small voice, you nodded, “It’s okay.”

He licked his lips before his mother ran a hand over his hair, smiling pleasantly between you two, “Now, let’s let her sleep. You know humans and their sleep,” she joked, and you briefly hummed before looking back at him. He gave you a once-over, something glinting in his eyes, before placing his hand on his mother’s back and following her up the steps.

When you had woken back up, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, checking to see if there had been any battery.

Nope. Of course.

You didn’t understand how you could’ve wondered across the border. There wasn’t any signs that warned you, and it made you wonder, how often did this happen? How many unlucky humans weren’t saved by this family and died at the hands of the real cold blooded killers? The thought had sent icy chills down you spine, biting on your lower lip, as you tucked your phone back into your pocket.

Throwing the fur blanket away from you, your white sneakers, which were now a murky brown, padded against the brown carpet of the cottage as you explored.

There were pots and pans spread out across the table, a metal bucket hung over the fireplace to most likely boil water or liquid in general. Everything was made of either wood or natural supplies, the floor creaking beneath you as you began to organize everything on the surface. Putting the pots and pans on one side in a neat manner, you then pushed all the chairs back beneath the table, and wiped the checkered tablecloth off with a cloth that was slung over the fireplace.

Finding a bowl of fruits, which was odd since you didn’t think vampires ate anything, you took a bite of the glossy apple that shined. Your stomach rumbled with hunger as your teeth sunk it it, but then let out a hacking cough, realizing it was plastic. You heard a chuckle rumble from behind you, “It’s for decoration—vampires don’t eat food.”

Spinning around, your cheeks heated up as you spotted the boy from earlier, Elliot. Placing the apple back onto the bowl, with new teeth marks indented into it, you pressed your lips together stubbornly.

“I’m now aware of that, thank you very much.”

He chuckled again, and stepped into the light. Candles illuminating his sharp features, you noticed he had an apple tattooed onto his cheekbone, a different language on his right temple—appearing in a sort of asian language. An x was imprinted on burn his eyelids, and when he craned his neck, you spotted a small bird being printed in black onto the left of his throat, “Are you hungry?”

You blinked at him, causing him to sigh.

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t feed you, so, c’mon.”

He didn’t give you a chance to speak, grabbing your wrist and leading you out the house. It was still night time, leading you to be confused, “I thought it would be morning by now.”

Leaves crunched beneath you as he guided you onto a dirt path, long trees shadowing over you, as his shoulder rubbed yours, “You don’t know anything about Vacuo, so you?” He looked over at you with a slight smirk, earning a shake of your head as a reply. You heard a stream in the far distance, birds chirping, as he extended his arm and brushed his fingers amongst the trunks of the trees, “It’s always night here. We perish in the sunlight, yada yada yada, it’s a dome that the human government built for us. All this—is projection.”

Your brows furrowed, “So…the stars aren’t real?”

He shook his head, kicking at a pebble.

“Nope, the sky is fake,” his eyes sparkled, “Crazy shit, right?”

A wave of pity washed over you.

“So..you’ve never seen the real sky?”

He shrugged, tone smooth, “Nah—but it doesn’t matter. Guess that’s the con of being a good for nothing blood sucker,” he showed his teeth, fangs being barred, sending you a wink as his voice was humorous. He snatched a leaf off the branch before picking off the green material, “Now, don’t get me wrong when I say this, but how the fuck do you just end up on the wrong side of the world?”

You laughed softly, running hand through your hair, “I was supposed to be going to work—but I saw something in the road, and then ended up here.”

“What’s your work?”

“Journalist,” you replied, “I like to write.”

“A journalist?” He mused, smirking over at you. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the look he sent your way,

“I don’t like journalists. All they leak is gossip, and are part of the reason we have such a bad reputation.”

You flipped your hair, sending him your own smirk, “Well—you do feed on human blood, so it’s kinda already a bad start.”

“Hey,” he sent you a pointed look, “I don’t. My mom makes me drink cows’ blood—which tastes like shit by the way. Don’t recommend it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Elliot snickered before approaching a tree, before beginning to climb it. Your eyes rounded, “What are you doing?”

“Getting your food,” he responded in a duh tone, before expertly getting to the top of it. You watched with a look of awe as a nest of bananas has grown beneath one of the leaves, him snatching it before falling back down onto his feet, with perfect stance. You stared at him in shock as he handed you it, “Hope you like bananas, human.”

You scoffed, looking down at his hand, “That had to be at least fifty feet.”

He smiled cheekily, “I’m a vampire,” he pushed the fruit into your chest,

“I can do anything I want. Now, eat that gross shit so I can show you something else.”

Finishing off your second banana, you tossed the peel behind you, pausing in your steps as you swallowed the remnants. Your eyes widened when Elliot crouched at the edge of the lake, taking a handful of water, and sipping from it.

It was breathtaking. It shimmered beneath the moonlight, or whatever that thing in the sky was, small trickling sounds filling your ears as it poured over a few rocks. It was surrounded by green grass, rippling in non-existent waves, and was as clear as glass. You could see the bottom, which has pretty shallow, probably about four feet or so. It was pretty big actually, taking up a large portion of the area, large boulders crowding one part of the section. Elliot hopped onto one of them, and patted the one beside him, “Come here. Promise I won’t push you in.”

You rolled your eyes, but did what he said, his hand on your back as you climbed onto it. You couldn’t lie, your stomach twirled at his gesture, biting back a smile before huggjng your knees after getting situated and looking over at him. He was looking out at the water, neck stretched out, “It’s pretty here.”

He picked up a rock from the side, tossing it into the water, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought you here.”

You chuckled, “You have a serious attitude problem.”

He snapped his head over to you, his smile turning into a more seductive, coy one; tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it, human?”

Oh yeah. He was definitely flirting with you.

You took the challenge, sticking your nose in the air, “I think I should teach you a lesson.”

He leaned closer to you, so close that his breath fanned your lips, never breaking eye contact from you. His eyes hooded as one of his fingers dipped under your chin, his tone raspy and suggestive, “A silly little human like you? Teaching me a lesson? Hm, I doubt so.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before breaking the space between you. Your lips molded against his, his hand instantly flying to your neck, squeezing it tightly as he took back his control. You moaned against him, hips lifting to get more of yourself onto him, hands flying to his cheeks as your mind swirled with hormones and lust.

In a blur, you were pinned to the ground, the moist mud pairing across your lower back when your sweater rose up. It was his vampire speed. It made you dizzy, with how quickly you had changed positions in a millisecond, but he didn’t give you time to comprehend the sudden shift as h his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a cry falling from your lips, before he gently sucked the blood from you.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours, “So fucking sweet.”

He pulled away, a bit of the red substance staining his lips, looking down at you with darker eyes. The redness in his pupils expanded, “You want me to fuck you, human?

It was like you were under his spell. Your core heated up as you nodded, making him smirk, before dipping down to your neck. You didn’t know how he was so controlled over the taste of you blood—if he hadn’t ever had human blood before. Wasn’t it like, addicting?

But then you were dragged out of your thoughts when he pulled your clothes off, starting with your sweater, and in a flur, your top was pulled down to your waist, jeans being discarded beside you. His jacket was still on his shoulders, but unbuttoned, abs glistening as a line of hair dipped beneath his jeans. He unzipped them, before doing the same with his boxers, before bending down and capturing one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

Your back arched as he twirled his tongue around one of the buds, while pinching the other, making your breath hitch, “Oh, Elliot.”

He chuckled against you, before leaning upwards, tapping the head of his thick cock against your puffy clit. It was red and swollen, “Wanna eat this pussy, but there’s no time,” he panted, shocks of pleasure traveling up your cunt as he rubbed his tip against your slippery pearl,

“So for now—I’ll just fuck you, baby.”

Your lips fell open as he slowly slid inside, the corner of his cock disappearing between your click folds. A loud cry emitted from your bruised up lips, your nerves on fire, as he let out a groan, “Holy shit—does it hurt to be this fucking tight?” He gasped out, planting his hands onto either side of you before snapping his hips against you, pecking your lips, “Lemme hear you, c’mon. No one can hear you out here.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as he began thrusting at an insane speed, hands flying to his shoulders, “Feels so—oh my god—!”

“God can’t help you out here, sweetheart.”

And then at an inhumane speed, began brutally fucking into your pussy, cock sliding in and out as your juices made impure sounds into the night air. He was so deep, reaching the end of your cervix, making you tremble in his hold as he panted in your ear. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, making you scream, eyes squeezing shut as his name kept falling from your lips in pathetic chants.

Then, he pulled out, making you frown from the emptiness, “Why—ah!”

He rubbed his fingers quickly over your pearl, which was slick from your own cum, before crossing your eyes and feeling the knot snap in your abdomen. He smiled down at you wickedly as it hit you unexpectedly. You grit your teeth as you felt your ears ring for a moment, panting heavily, before he shoved himself back inside of you without giving you a moment to rest.

Due to the sensitivity, you cringed slightly, hold jerking as his thumb planted onto your clit, “Please, faster,” you begged, “Fuck—you’re so big, holy shit!”

His hand flew to your throat, squeezing it to block your airways. He fucked you without mercy, other hand pinching your clit, as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside of you. He looked like a fallen angel—brows furrowed in concentration but a big grin plastered on his face, looking like he was enjoying having a mortal fall apart for him.

It was a dream. Well, like a dream. A sheet of sweat covered his chest, making him sparkle in the light, fangs protruding from his teeth as his eyes were entirely red. It turned you on even more, and when you gasped for breath, he groaned, “You’re so hot. All vulnerable for me, letting me do anything to you. Fucking slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you whimpered.

He delivered an extra harsh thrust, making your tummy clench, “Yeah, I know. I know, baby.”

You began to get drunk on his cock, a few mud stains on his cheeks, and probably on yours too; but you didn’t care. As long as he kept drilling into you like this.

Growing close again, he pressed down on your bud, making your thighs shake as you looked up at him with big eyes, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled the promise before dipping his teeth into the jugular of your neck, the pain setting you off.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your high peaked, feeling juices splatter onto the both of you as your throat pulsed, “Cumming!”

It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, hitting you for longer than usual, making your figure fall limp as tears rolled down your cheeks. You let out garbled sounds as you drowned in the pleasure, before it came to a stop, Elliot rocking his head back before letting out an animalastic shout, pulling out before pumping his cum onto your pussy.

You laid there, twitching, watching him with admiration as the blood ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest, as his eyes flashed to white as his climax hit him hard.

When he began to ground himself again, his eyes returned back to regular size, pupils red like before, as his chest sunk in relief. He looked down at you, your chest heaving as you gulped, wincing when you moved your neck, “Ah..shit.”

“My bad,” he muttered, leaning down and swiping his tongue over the wound, and it began to heal itself. You blinked at him in confusion as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, answering your questions in your mind, “My saliva has a healing remedy.”

“Oh.”

He handed you your jeans as you pulled your top back up, “By the way,” he added, sending you a shit eating grin, making you look up at him as you moved to sit up,

“You taste really fucking good, babe.”

When you two had returned back to the house that night, Belen spotted you both with knots in your hair, dirt all over your skin, with pink cheeks and wide eyes. With a mere chuckle, he went back to pushing his glasses up his nose before scribbling down into his notebook once again and sorting papers at the table.

“Get yourself cleaned up, children.”

He knew exactly what you two did.

Well, it had been a week since their family took you in—and you hadn’t really made an effort to leave. You didn’t have family, most of them either being dead or living out of state, and you hated the man you worked for.

What’s wrong with missing for a few more days?

But then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been away from civilization until Alana mentioned it to you as you both cleaned out the pots, “It’s been two months since you’ve arrived. Don’t you miss anyone out there, dear?”

You shook your head, handing her the pot you rinsed with the water that boiled in the bucket, “I don’t have family—actually. Mom died at a young age so I’ve been in an out of foster care.”

“And your father?”

“Absent.”

She nodded with a look of pity, “Elliot was the same as you,” she brought him up with a knowing smile, knowing about you two.

You weren’t exactly discreet. Multiple times in the week, you two would sneak off in the middle of the night, him fucking the life outta you at the same spot each time by the lake. He knew how to make you feel good, even when you weren’t sure it would, and would feed off of you sometimes during it. But he never went as far as hurting you, so you didn’t see a reason to stop.

Blushing, you stared at her, voice small,

“How so?”

“His original family were the bad kind of vampires,” she explained, “The kind the media knows about. Belen and I were hunting when we heard a baby crying—and found this little thing all naked and shivering from the cold, left abandoned in a pile of leaves. The symbol on the back of his head meant he was part of a cult that did…heinous things to humans.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened on.

“We saved him, like we saved you. We took him in, and raised him as our own. I’ve tried to tell him about his past, but he doesn’t want to hear it—as if he was ashamed.”

“I see,” you gulped, “So—he never killed anyone?”

She shook her head, laughing, “Of course not. He may seem tough, but he’s actually a sweet boy.”

You smiled as she poured you a cup of water, handing it to you, “I think he likes you.”

Your cheeks turned red, raising a brow as you sipped it, “Has he said anything?”

“No,” she shrugged, finishing up the last pot, “But I know my son. Especially when he’s interested in someone. He’s home more often now, and actually smiles. So either he likes you, or he’s gone crazy.”

You laughed at her words, tracing your finger on the rim of the cup, wondering about Elliot. You had grown to like him, a lot actually, but it was a tough situation. He was a vampire. It was forbidden for a human to stay forever in Vacuo; and vice versa. Your smile slipped when your overthinking consumed you.

“I have to back, though,” you muttered, placing the cup onto the counter, “Right?”

Alana looked at you, her face blank and solemn, before nodding stiffly.

“I’m afraid so.”

You didn’t want to hear that.

“Hold on tight, princess.”

You let out a shout as Elliot flew into the air, his feet floating above the ground as it became smaller and smaller.

You had admitted that you always wanted to fly, so Elliot being the gentleman he was, wanting to complete those wishes. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as he securely held you, the wind splashing you in the face as you let out a scream of joy, making him chuckle. The stars, real or not, seemed beautiful to you as you passed over the trees, which covered the entirety of the city.

“It’s beautiful,” you shouted, and he held your waist, adjusting you so that your stomach faces the ground. Your eyes rounded as he purred in your ear.

“Trust me, Y/N.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, “Raise your arms.”

You did what he said, and then opened your eyes, letting out laughs of disbelief. You were flying.

He held you by your hips, strong hands digging into your flesh, as you flapped your arms like a bird, “I’m flying,” you cried out, not noticing his eyes burning into your features, dazed smile on his lips as he watched you silently, “Oh my—Look at that!”

He dived down with you, letting your fingertips reach down and drag them across the body of water. It was cold against your flesh, but refreshing, giggling as he swooped back up over the trees once again. He spun around in a circle, letting out a boyish laugh, both of you giggling before he sat on top one of the trees, helping you take a seat on the branches before doing so himself.

Your legs were swung over each side, standing, as he sat beside you, his leg hitting yours as you sighed dreamily, “This is like a dream. God—I would love to be one of you.”

His smile faded, being replaced with a hard look.

“Don’t say that,” he spat.

Your brows furrowed, “What? It’s amazi—“

“Yeah, it’s amazing when it’s a choice, but being forced to live out this life against your will is different,” he threw at you harshly, your heart sinking at his bitter tone, “You don’t have the peace of sleeping. You stay awake—all the time. Forcing to live with your thoughts without a break. You always want to snap the neck of whatever thing has blood pumping inside of it, and are castaways to the real society. So don’t ever say that ever again, Y/N. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.”

You bit your lip, looking down at your lap.

“I’m sorry.”

After a few moments, he sighed, hand flying to your cheek to make you look up at him. He offered you a soft smile, which was warm and comforting, the one you loved.

“My mother told me you were leaving.”

You nodded sadly, “I have to.”

“I know,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone in circles, “I just wish—it could be different. That’s all. You make me feel like…a human.”

His words shocked you, a grin reaching your eyes. He reflected if, chuckling lowly as his eyes gazed down into yours.

“Promise you won’t forget me.”

You placed your hand on top of his, “I could never.”

He delved down and pressed his lips to yours, making you sniffled against him, unknowing of the fact that a tear rolled down your cheek. Elliot pulled away, looking bothered by the fact that you were heartbroken over him; his face tight as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head, “Don’t cry. I can’t handle it.”

“Turn me,” you whispered, wondering if he heard you. But when his muscles in his chest tensed beneath you—you knew he heard.

His voice was still soft.

“No.”

“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. His eyes found yours as your bottom lip shook,

“I can’t live without you. Please. We could—be together forever.”

His eyes burned into yours. He seemed to contemplate the idea, but after a moment, he shook his head. Dammit. “You say that now, but what if in a year you change your mind too late. What if you end up hating me?”

“I could never,” you quickly shot back, holding his face in your hands. “It’s not in me to hate you, Elliot.”

He looked to the side, out at the view, taking a deep breath. Your eyes shined as you watched him with angst, hoping he would do ask you asked. You had decided that your life wouldn’t be the same without him; for he had give you a purpose. Him and his family. You could take care of him, and give him the love he ceased to have.

He licked his lips, then looked back down at you to trace his thumb over your bottom lip, “How about this…”

He sighed again, pulling his mouth to the side.

“Leave for a year. Live your life, date, whatever humans do. Then if you come back—I’ll change you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to, since I am yours.”

You blinked up at him with glossy eyes, “A year? That’s a long time, Elliot.”

“I know.”

“You would turn me if I came back?”

He nodded, “I would.”

“Promise?”

He chuckled, grabbing your pinky, and twisted it with his. You broke out into a smile, “I promise, Y/N.”

You didn’t want to agree to it; but it’s the best it was going to get. Sending him a tight nod, you mumbled an okay, hearing him hum in content before pulling you back into his chest. You could’ve sworn, almost on your life, that you heard a heartbeat.

Had you brought back his humane side?

And so, for the next few days, you spent all your time together. Elliot was memorizing every part of your body, and didn’t seem to have as much patience when it came to fucking you.

It was the night before you were leaving, and you knew that he was covering him being upset by acting dominant. He would avoid your questions asking if he was alright, instead kissing you on the lips, and now was no different.

The others went hunting for the day, leaving you two alone in the cottage. Elliot didn’t waste any time, ripping your shirt from your body—the one his mother had made for you made of rags. It tore easily, cluttering to the floor, before shoving your pants down your legs. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and rough, before slamming you down onto the fur blanket that laid on the floor.

You rested on your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, as he dragged his lips down to your navel. He didn’t break eye contact, your skin tingling from the way he touched you, before he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh, “Elliot!”

Back arching off the ground, he hummed, his eyes turning entirely white as he drank from you. It caused a frenzy in your core, pain heading straight to your clit, which throbbed painfully beneath the fabric of your underwear. He gulped before pulling his fangs out, scarlett liquid dripping down your thighs and off his chin, before forcing your thighs apart.

Tearing off your panties, your eyes rounded, before his eyes set on your pussy. It was puffy and swollen, shining with your cum, “Fuck,” he groaned out—before diving in head first. His lips wrapped around your aching clit, making you wail, as he flicked repeatedly at the sensitive nub, “Can’t get over how you taste. Love how your little clit pulses on my tongue.”

You choked on your sob as your fingers grabbed the back of his head, rolling your pussy onto his greedy mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily, covering your entire mound with his lips, as he thrusted his tongue deep inside of your slick walls. They clamped down on the strong muscle, “I’m already close,” you rasped, stomach clenching, “Slow down—don’t wanna cum yet, Ellie.”

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled before shoving three of his thin fingers into your quivering hole, not giving you time to adjust before slamming them repeatedly into your pussy. He grinned evilly as you cried out his name,

“You’re gonna cum lots of times tonight, baby.”

And then he slapped your clit with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, “Now come. Come fucking hard for me, Y/N.”

When he slapped your clit again, the cool medal of his ring set you off to your first high, mouth falling open as a silent screech escaped your shaking figure. He watched you with intense eyes as you crumbled apart, hot waves of pleasure hitting you constantly, before he spat onto your pearl again—rubbing it with his thumb as he began to overstimulate you, “Hold on—“ You groaned, trying to sit up to stop his movements, “I can’t—wait—“

You tried to run away from his lips, but he held you down, still rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out at his vampire like place. Lifting your entire upper body off the ground, your hands gripped your breasts, eyes squeezing shut, “Again now,” he commanded, his voice gruff,

“Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”

“Oh my fucking god—Elliot!”

You screamed. Screamed to the heavens, if there were any. You thrashed your hips as he sucked on your clit, nibbling on the skin, which broke the second knot in your tummy, “I’m—I’m—I’m—“

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came again, at the expense of his hands, as he hummed while licking you through your orgasm. But then your thighs closed, pushing him away, as you began to heave heavily, looking up to the ceiling.

Your nerves were hyper sensitive. Black dots filling your vision, your ears rang as you felt him rub your thighs, “Come back,” he whispered, pecking your hipbone, “You’re okay. I got you. Just breathe through your nose.”

Looking down at him, his eyes rounded in worry, “Do you want to continue?”

“Please,” you begged, almost too quickly. He smiled.

Taking off his own skinny jeans, they hit the floor before he guided his fat cock onto the top of your clit, making you jolt from your previous orgasms. He snickered, making you slap his shoulder, withdrawing a quiet sorry from him.

Not breaking eye contact, you both gasped in unison when his tip slide into your gushing pussy, due to your climax. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed in your face, “So warm,” he groaned, slowly rolling his hips into yours, “—so…tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as you, ever.”

Your heart bloomed at his confession, chest pressed against his, as his hip bone rutted against your pearl, peeking out from beneath its hood. Your face scrunched up as he picked up his speed, stuttering breaths and skin slapping filling the room. Elliot filled you up entirely, leaving no space for anyone else, as his cock deliciously rubbed against the border of your cervix, “Please…please…Elliot.”

“What?” He cooed, “What is it? What do you want, baby?”

“To cum,” you pleased, with burning eyes and pink cheeks.

You didn’t need to say anything else. His thrust became erratic and desperate to finish the both of you off, wrapping both of your legs around his slim waist. His eyes bored into yours as his fangs popped out, and dipped down to the crook of your neck, stabbing into the flesh. He groaned as you let out muffled sobs, coming undone from the pain, your walls pulsating and spasming around his cock.

“I’m coming, yes!”

Your body locked up as aftershocks ripples through you, Elliot rocking his head back as the red substance was smeared across his lips. Eyes blown and lustful, you pushed him off you, before beginning to ride his cock to another orgasm. His brows rose as you planted your hands onto his chest, bouncing up and down, determined to make you both come at the same time.

But no—he wouldn’t let you control.

He grabbed your hips, before planting his feet onto the ground, and quickly began to hammer his hips into yours. Your eyes bulged as you screamed his name, before leaning down and kissing him, the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue from his lips.

He didn’t relent, going in harder, now chasing his orgasm. Your hand flew to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I have the prettiest girl coming on my dick,” he mumbled against your lips, “Never gonna forget this. Never gonna forget you.”

“Me either,” you promised, “I won’t. I can’t. You’re it for me.”

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip—

You came. And he did too. You didn’t worry about getting pregnant, or anything else in that moment. Just the way his warm cum spurted inside of you, moans and cries fleeing from your bleeding lips as he sucked on the open wound. Your heart hammered in your chest as he cursed loudly,

“I love you so fucking much—fuck!”

Swirling your fingers on the back of his neck as he came down, you two staid there, as he held you. His confession made a smile grow onto your tired face, and in a small whisper, you spoke into the silence.

“I love you too.”

“Here,” Scarlett’s voice was soft, as she handed you her purple flower crown. Your heart tore as you accepted it, before giving her a small—sad smile. Her tone was quiet as her beautiful large eyes blinked up at you, “—I made it for you. So that you don’t forget me.”

Your eyes burned with tears as you took the small girl into your arms, huggjng her tightly as you thanked her in her ear with a whisper. She smelled of cranberries and faint perfume, her small figure slightly shaking in your arms. Pulling away, you wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, before patting her cheek gently,

“I could never forget a princess like you, Scar.”

She blinked with her glossy eyes, before looking down at the ground to refrain from crying. You have a hug to Belen, telling him how thankful you were that he had saved you, leading him to reply with a noble of course. He patted your shoulder before tipping his chin downward, a tight smile on his porcelain skin, “You have grown to be a daughter to me. Your presence will forever warm my heart, Y/N.”

Nodding stiffly, your face twisted when you fell into Alana’s arms. Crying into her shoulder, she hummed as she held you, her strands rubbing your nose as her scent of cinnamon filled your senses, “Thank you so much,” your voice shook, clinging tighter to her, “I forever owe you. Thank you…for showing me what having a mother felt like.”

Her hand rubbed your back, her voice in your ear.

“Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human, Y/N.”

Letting out another sob, you pulled away, and her hands reached to wipe your tears. Her own were shining with moisture, as she took a step back, your wrist being pulled from behind. Elliot lead you out silently as you waved at the three of them goodbye, and when the front door slammed shut, your teeth gritted as it took everything within you to not jump back into their arms.

You spun around to face him, shaking your head quickly before shoving your head into his chest, “Please, not yet. I need you. Please don’t leave me, Elliot.”

His arms wrapped around your figure, his chin digging into the top of your head,

“You’ll come back to me. I know you will,” his voice shook, but it seemed like he did his best to remain calm. You pulled away from him too look him in the eyes, as he held your face in his hands, pressing you’re foreheads together, “Come back to me, Y/N.”

“I will,” you chanted as he picked you up in his arms.

“I will I will I will I will will I will—“

His touch vanished, leaving you cold, as your eyes peeled open.

You were on the side of a highway.

Elliot was gone.

You turned around, looking behind you. There weren’t any trees—just buildings that surrounded you. Beginning to hyperventilate, you let out a shout of his name, “Elliot! Elliot!”

Your hand flew to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a cry.

“I’ll come back,” you whispered, looking up at the sky. Your voice wavered, hoping he could hear you.

“I’ll come back.”

Your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you peeled your eyes open. Your hands were on your steering wheel, looking with wide eyes, as you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on your way back to the office. Mumbling a curse, you stepped a bit more on the gas, furrowing your brows as you felt like you were forgetting something.

And here’s what it was—

Elliot forgot to tell you one thing.

When a human enters Vacuo, they will leave with no memory of whatever occurred within. And he knew that, and didn’t want to isolate you from your life, so he risked losing you because he cared too much.

But he waited there, at your spot by the lake, hoping you would somehow return back to him. That you would remember and come back into his arms.

But he knew he was being silly.

Because you wouldn’t remember. And you would live on.

And he would always be just a castaway.

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pairings — draco/reader | captive au! | “_ _ = Y/N |

word count: 6k 😯

sypnosis: you were a captive in the war, captured by one of the most vicious death eaters. his wife goes on a trip, unable to comfort him as he fails another mission. when he gets drunk..and pays a visit to your room…things take a drastic turn.

warnings: dirty smut at the end, angst, cheating, infidelity, mostly proof read, fingering, oral

authors note: this is based on my fanfic on wattpad, but it’s wayyyyy darker on there so if u f with this or want a part two check out my book cuz i only do one-shots on here whoops. but if lots of ppl want a part 2 then mayb cuz i love this plot. its called dissonant if ur interested ! okok enjoy byee

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You tapped your nails against the cool chains tightened around your neck—the end being attached to the corner part of the wall. A yawn tore from your lips, arching your back as you sat up from the sheet less mattress. There had been only one blanket, which you used to cover yourself due to it being the freezing temps of winter. A long peasant white gown was your attire on the daily, hair shielded away from your features in a high ponytail.

Being a captive in the Malfoy household hadn’t been as horrible as it sounded. You kept to yourself, always in the room, only reason being here because you were forced to prove Astoria Greengrass company.

She was kind, yes. But she had a horrible spending problem, if you recall correctly from the married couple’s arguments. His voice would boom throughout the manor, but she would just shush him and go on with her night. And on top of that, the only thing she would talk about is herself and her accomplishments. No one could stand her. Which is why you had to be her friend, by force.

As you combed your hair with one Astoria had given you, one of her old ones, you hummed to yourself. It had been purple with white gems glued onto the handle. Placing it onto the wooden desk inside your room, you flinched as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” you muttered quietly.

Astoria stepped inside with her glossy red heels. A red dress, with puffed short sleeves—wrapped around her thin waist. A red lipstick painted smile curved onto her lips, “Hello, dear,” she sighed, the scent of perfume filling the area. Her large blue eyes flickered to you, “I shall be leaving for a a few days. It’s fashion week in Paris,” she explained, an excited tone laced in her voice.

You faked shock. You could care less. You had to be stuck here, anyways. Away from your family.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You decided to sweeten it up a bit, grabbing her hands and sending her a tight smile. “Do tell me allll about it when you come back.”

“Of course, dear.” Astoria’s eyes flashed with approval. Pulling her hands away from yours, you spotted her wiping her palms onto her dress whilst nervously laughing. Irritation rumbled in your chest, your smile twitching but staying on your face, “Now—don’t miss me too much. And try to do something with that hair of yours, darling. You’re a woman, embrace it!”

You held back an eye roll as she clapped her hands, “Very well! Au revoir, Janet!”

Janet. The name that she had given you. You didn’t realize how shallow she had been until now. Her hips swayed as the door shut behind her, leaving you alone once again. Her perfume lingered, causing your nose to wrinkle. She treated you like a peasant, not even asking what your real name had been. She didn’t even care.

She probably thought she was better than you. Just because of her high status and designer handbags. And with those snobby remarks of here, how could anyone stand her?

Rain pattered against the window of your room. It was fairly large, your mattress lodged in the corner. A green window pane was used as one of the walls—leaving a refreshing outlook to the room. You sat against it now, hand pressed against the cool glass as you counted the droplets.

The lock clicked to unlock your door. You snapped your head to see someone walking inside. Well,

…falling more like.

The drunken man, who reeked of alcohol, happened to be Draco Malfoy. Your captor. The Mind Reaper.

He infiltrated people’s minds, using their fears to kill and torture them. It was absolutely cruel, but it also meant he had been a very gifted Legilimens. You had never seen his face before, though. Always covered by a red skull mask, unlike now. He hadn’t been covered in blood, and looked the complete opposite of threatening.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. Red rings around his eyes, his sharp features almost making him look unreal. A black t-shirt tightened around his bulging biceps, probably twice the size of yours. His muscular thighs were hidden by a pair of black jeans, a silver chain glinting beneath the faint torch light.

“Fuck,” he growled, accidentally ripping the door handle off as he used it for leverage to get back onto his feet. You gasped as he tossed it behind him, into the hallway. Narrowing those stormy, baby blue eyes at you. “Well, well, well. Why do I keep a pretty little thing like you locked away in here?”

You gulped. Didn’t he have a wife? Had they fought again? But from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even thinking about her, studying your figure. He had only interacted with you once, when he had captured you. But he had a mask on, and was also sober. Every since that day, Draco stayed clear from you.

But he now had barged into your room, telling you he wanted you. This mysterious man with protruding muscles and a sadistic smirk had kidnapped you. It turned you on, for some reason. It was shameless. Out of the months you’ve been here, you finally felt excitement. Even if he had been a mass murderer.

But he was a horrible person. You couldn’t betray your moral ground. He had killed thousands of The Order members.

“Would you fancy a drink?” Draco raised a brow, stepping closer to you. Slowly approaching. You licked your lips as your chest rose, “Scratch that. You’re my property—and I order you to have a drink.”

The tension doubled, room shifting to a different energy. It felt like he had been a predator, waving his hand to hold another bottle of whatever he had been drinking. Fire Whiskey printer on the bottle in golden letters. He handed it to you, “Go on.”

Your eyes flew to the bottle, then flickered back to the man before you. His smirk had been sadistic, yet so alluring. His eyes looked expectant.

“I—“

“Go. On.”

He repeated, his smirk fading. Being replaced by a firm look, piercing eyes boring into yours. “If you hate my bitch of a wife as much as I do, you’ll drink with me.”

Without a second thought, your hand shot out and grabbed the bottle. Draco watched with glinting eyes. Whipping your head back, you let the acidic tasting liquid slide down your throat without ease. Coughs followed after.

You heard clapping. “Good girl!”

The praise made your thighs clench. A severe wave of heat sparked into you lower area, keeping your distance between the both of you. “One more for me.”

You wanted to protest. But the way his teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip, with lit up eyes, slightly hooded with something unknown swirling in them. Your chest felt like it had dived off a thirty story building with the look he was currently giving you.

Clearing you throat, you nodded, before taking another swig. This time you kept coughing, Draco taking the drink from you as the alcohol left a sour trail down your throat. Deep, guttural chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“You obey me so well,” he muttered, running a large hand through his strands. “Rather have married you than that cunt. A blood traitor is more tolerable than a pitiful existence like her.”

You didn’t say anything, staring at him with wide eyes. He sloshed around the alcohol in his hand before bringing it back to his lips. His sharp jawline became your view, the sight of him pouring the alcohol down his throat without flinching and then back to smirking at you making you even more turned on. You had never seen someone so..manly.

Perhaps you could seduce him. To convince him to let you leave. It appeared he was extremely keen with you, a hungry look in his eyes. You needed to get back to your family, wondering if they had even been alive. The thought haunted you.

It had only been your father and sister. Your entire life. And you never fought, you weren’t much of a fighter in the war. But your sister was, and when she got injured out on the field—you ran from the bunker underground to help her. Unfortunately, by the time you had gotten to her, a Death Eater got a hold of you. You shouted for her to run, which is what she did.

She ran.

And left you.

You both knew you couldn’t leave your father alone for himself. It was a mutual agreement in the matter of seconds.

Besides, your sister was far more valuable than you. It was for the best. You risked your life for your family, and you would’ve done it again. And again.

“How do you stand her?” Draco questioned, setting the bottle down onto the desk. His fingers swept across the furnace as he titled his head towards you, knitting his brows. “You must be a sweet little thing, huh?”

“I’m not sure if this is appropriate. Madam isn’t here,” you finally spoke up, your words hypocritical to how you actually felt. You couldn’t possibly be a home wrecker. “I think it’d be best—“

Feeling a strong hand grab your throat, all in one moment, you cried out as your back slammed against the wall. Cool, silver fingers that shined under the moonlight melted against your flesh. With bulged eyes, you breathing stuttered as Draco chuckled darkly. His scent of faint cologne and musk wafted up your nostrils.

“You’re so loyal to her. How cute. If only you knew how horrid she speaks of you.”

You blinked at him. “What…kind of things?”

Your voice had came out quiet. Small. Considering his bulky hand was still wrapped around your throat, barely squeezing. His eyes flashed to your lips before meeting yours.

A wolfish smirk crossed his features, “How you’re a no good mute—and she feels sorry for how ugly and poor you appear. She believes her presence gets infected with yours, so she even showers then meditates after your meetings. One time, she even asked me to fetch a new girl to forcefully befriend her. And when I told her you’d most likely be killed…”

His smirk grew.

“..she told me that you could meet her in hell.”

Your jaw clenched at his words.

That…bitch!

You had been nothing but kind to her, and she talks shit to her husband about you? How could anyone tolerate this woman?

An unhealthy amount of rage consumed through you. Your eyes only saw red. You didn’t think she liked you that much, but to talk so crudely about you and not even blink an eye if death was thrown your way. When she had the power to save your life. It made you feel used—pathetic.

Your body slightly shook. The alcohol began to warm your body, a slight buzz growing in the center of your brain. Your vision became more glossy and bright, a pulsing in your lower abdomen growing as Draco looked down at you.

He must’ve been six foot something, your shoulders reaching his abdomen. Slightly hunching so he can be eye level with you, he faked worry, “Oh? You don’t like her very much anymore do you?”

The feeling was growing. Lips inches away from yours, hot breath fanning your face. His throat fell to your cheek.

“You smell divine.”

“That’s not the topic of discussion.”

“But it’s still a topic I’d like to delve into,” he murmered, leaning in to whisper into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine as his smooth voice filled your senses, “Tell me, _ _, are you as innocent as you seem?”

He knew your name.

And his question, it made you tingle.

“How—“ You breathed,

“How do you know my name?”

Another chuckle blessed your ears. Your anger had flooded away, feeling sensitive everywhere. Goosebumps covered your neck as a pair of soft lips gently pecked the side of it. Shutting your eyes, a soft moan played in the room.

His fingers dove back behind your neck, pushing you against him. Draco’s hips dug into yours, a hard bulge rubbing against your core. It caused another moan to slip as he soothed the ache between your legs. Teeth sinking into your skin, your hand flew to his shoulder for support, “Oh!”

And then his lips trailed up your neck, using his other hand to grab your ass. He smacked it before pushing you onto him, being able to feel his chiseled body under his clothes. So much adrenaline. Like if you had pulled away from him, you would get burned.

And you didn’t want to get burned.

Your legs opened for him as he lifted you, your back against the wall once again as he held you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, grinding against him with whimpers and cries being muffled against his relentless lips as he slammed his against yours.

A hint taste of cigarettes and alcohol was what you tasted. His warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip, before taking a nip. He growled at as you cried out, pulling his strands. He sucked gently on the sore area before shoving his tongue inside.

“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you. That’s why I took you,” he groaned against you. A sharp thrust against your core, his cock deliciously rubbing against you, made your eyes roll back. “You were always going to be mine. Ever since I saw you on that battlefield, _ _. I just had to have you.”

His words should’ve disgusted you. Repulsed you. But they didn’t, they made the wetness grow between your thighs inside your gown. But it did slap you back to reality.

He was married.

And this was wrong.

You couldn’t.

“Stop,” you breathed, opening your eyes. Draco pulled away, narrowing his eyes. Your hands flew to his chest, pushing him away. Your feet landed on the floor as the man furrowed his brows, “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t do this. You’re drunk—“

He stepped away. Without a word. You watched as he swallowed thickly, letting out a sigh before glancing at the window.

“Forgive me. This was a mistake,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t look at you, a stoic expression crossing his features as he cleared his throat and walked out the door. It didn’t close properly, a door knob missing, but you were sure Draco knew you weren’t planning on leaving your room.

Well, that was quick. You were almost bummed he gave up so quickly.

Astoria had been gone for a few days now. You staid in your room, so no, you hadn’t seen Draco either.

You weren’t sure when she was coming back, but whatever had happened between Draco and you must have been a one time thing—because he never came to your room again. The door had been unlocked, the knob never being fixed. Which confused you, because if Draco wanted to he would’ve.

And so, after four days, you decided to explore.

Stepping out horrified you. After being here a few months, you never managed to step outside. There had always been a lock. But now, you were free to do what you pleased. You couldn’t escape, unfortunately, due to their being wards and charms casted around the house.

But exploring was better than nothing.

You were tired of sitting in your room.

And so you wandered. A long black hall, filled with paintings of all sorts. One room was lit at the end, a light illuminating the open door. It smelled of burning wood, realizing a fire place must’ve been left on. It smelled wonderful. Holding up the ends to your white peasant gown, with peering eyes, you carefully made your way to the light.

As you reached closer, your hands slid on the walls. A smooth, non-rough paint was applied on them, a black color. It made the manor look much more creepy at night.

Tilting your head, you craned your neck to peek past the doorframe.

And that’s when you almost gasped.

Covering your other hand on your mouth, your eyes continued to watch as Draco Malfoy pleasured himself on his office chair. As you presumed, a fireplace was in the center wall. A bottle of Fire Whiskey, the one you drank from, was on the desk along with a laptop.

Glasses rested on the desk, discarded and forgotten whilst his large hand tugged at his pink cock. The tip was flushed, blonde patches of curls at the bottom. It looked delicious as pre-cum dribbled out the thick head, peeking out his hand everytime his wrist flicked.

You licked your lips, knowing you were going to touch yourself later to this. Draco’s head had been thrown back, low deep moans passing those parted, plump lips of his. You craved them against your mouth again.

This had been wrong, but you didn’t care. Not at this moment.

And then his moans began to quicken. A white button up with his sleeves rolled up halfway, was now half way unbuttoned as his strands once again fell over his eyes. You noticed his abs, glistened in sweat, begin to clench as he neared his high.

“Fuck, _ _.”

Your name fell from his lips. You couldn’t believe your eyes, cheeks turning pink like his cock as he began to come. White ribbons shot from his head as he tossed his head back, showing off his adams apple. Your core had been drenched at this point, a sticky mixture of your juices moistening your inner thighs.

You wanted to go in there and lick the cum off his tip, hopping onto his cock and making him cum again. His large, strong hands gripping your ass as he guided you with praises in your ear. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat, making you—

“_ _?”

Your eyes snapped open, locking eyes with Draco. He had a small smirk playing on his lips, cum still on his stomach, as you jumped in your spot.

“I’m so—sorry!”

Blurting out the words, you spun around and retreated back to your room. You were never exploring again.

You had been absolutely morrified.

Not only had you walked in on Draco touching himself, you had also touched yourself afterwards. Later that night you shook on your fingers, wishing they were his—guilt consuming your chest. The sight of his cum spurting from the tip, head thrown back as groans left his throat burned your brain.

Another few days had rolled by. Not a knock at the door, until Astoria had returned. You had to remain on good graces with her, otherwise she could have you possibly killed. Just like Draco had mentioned. She held the authority.

So when she came into your room, knocking of course..you began to panic. You didn’t know how to face her, when a couple nights prior you had shamelessly kissed her husband. In this very room. Drunken and sloppy. But it had also been the best kiss you ever had, without a doubt. You could taste his scent on your lips, hands squeezing your as—

“Janet!” She called, “I hope you’re decent. I’m coming in,” she didn’t wait for you to reply. You were standing in front of the door, with wide eyes, and a tight lipped smile. Your cheeks felt like they had been on fire. Astoria’s brows rose, “Darling! How much did you miss me?”

You held back bile. You wanted to slap that smile off her boney features, “Very much so.”

She giggled, clapping her hands. “It was amazing, dear. The flight was a bit long, and I was absolutely fami—“

You zoned out at her words as she began to provide details of her trip you couldn’t care less about. Keeping a simple smile on your lips, you couldn’t help but imagine Draco kissing her. Had they been intimate? Surely not recently if he had been touching himself. And he had said your name, not hers.

You felt your chest swell with pride.

Even with all her makeup, dresses, and fancy perfumes—Draco wanted you. The prisoner who hadn’t touched makeup in ages and wore the same dress everyday. It was washed of course, three times a week by the house elves. You had two of them, the dresses. And as for the house eleves, you never ran into them. They usually left your food at the door but that was about it.

And by the time they dropped off the food, they would apparate away with a crack.

You wondered if what Draco told you what Astoria had said about you was true. But you could believe it, noticing an empty look behind those eyes of hers. It almost seemed eery how invested into herself she was, the more she talked—the worse it became.

No wonder Draco thought she was a cunt.

After a few more minutes, she finished finally. “—but yes—thank you for asking. I had a wonderful time as expected.”

You didn’t ask.

Astoria furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, “Darling…have you bruised your neck?”

Your eyes bulged.

Covering the hickey, you stuttered as cold waves of ice kept washing over you. “I—uh—well, you see Madam, I was looking out the window and slipped like the idiot I am. And my neck, it—crushed into the window ledge.”

That was the worst fucking lie you ever gave.

But for an airhead like Astoria, it worked.

She hummed, “I see. Perhaps we should schedule a screening test for your brain. It appears your growing worse with your words,” she smiled sweetly at you. Your nostrils flared as she patted your shoulder. “Anywho—I shall surprise Draco now. He doesn’t know I’m back yet.”

Biting back a curse, she sent you one more look before shutting the door behind her. And that was when you noticed—

The door still hasn’t been fixed. And she didn’t even notice.

With an angry grunt, you stalked over to the mattress. Lifting it, you uncovered the original bottle Draco had left in here before he had stormed out. You hadn’t drank since, but decided to wash away the anger this devil of a woman kept causing you. How could someone be so—

Ugh!

Throwing your head back, the alcohol burned your lips and throat as it slid down. Staring out the window, you blinked as the world began to grow more clear once again around you.

Everything had been glossy. Shiny. Moving in fast forward. How many shots had you taken?

Five..? Six…?

And everytime you kept thinking about Draco, and those plump pink lips of those—you took another shot. Gagging and coughing out. Until the bottle had finished.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, forehead leaning against the chilled glass. Your core had been pulsing again. Alcohol seemed to make you care less about consequences, and more about what you got in the moment. And currently, you wanted to fuck the shit out of your captor.

Draco Malfoy.

Flashes of his hands running across your figure flickered in your mind. The way his voice spoke your name. Abs drenched in his cum. You wanted to cling onto his large bicep as he slipped his face between your thighs, devouring every inch of you until you turned to ash. To feel his hair between your fingers as your heels dug into his shoulders, begging for his cock.

Tossing the empty bottle onto your mattress, your drunken mind sought to find the blonde. It had been night time, and you didn’t care if Astoria was with him. It would be a plus if the bitch could watch.

Everything wobbled. You kept your hands on the wall as you made your way down to his office. The office door had been closed, so you finally noticed the large wooden platform. It had gold accents in the corners, and noises came from behind it. In your drunken mind, you could’ve sworn they were moans.

And then more.

Pressing your ear to the door, a woman began to cry out, “Yes! Faster!”

Your heart twitched.

Draco had been fucking her.

When he was supposed to be fucking you.

And like a fool, you had finally realized he only missed his wife. He probably had an argument before with her before she went to Paris, and now that she was back, he could have her again. Most likely made up with sex.

You hated that bitch.

But you hated him more.

You were glad you didn’t have sex with him. He had been The Mind Reaper after all. He wasn’t a good, honest person at all. He would kill people with their deepest, darkest thoughts. A man like that couldn’t possibly care about anyone other than himself.

How could you have forgotten?

A knock sounded at your door.

Standing up from looking out the window, you decided to open it. And your mouth almost dropped.

“Draco!”

His eyes slightly widened. Holding a finger to his lips towards you, he grabbed your arm before pulling you out your room. You remained quiet, with a pissed and confused look, as he stepped inside his office down the hall and slammed the door behind the two of you.

Furrowing your brows, you stared at him as he released his grip on your arm. You heard Astoria’s heels click against the wooden floor of the manor, annoyance creeping within you. Draco had on his all black suit, appearing he had just returned from business. “What the hell are you doing? She’ll find us.”

“You don’t leave your room. I didn’t fix the lock on purpose,” he replied with a stern tone, earning a scoff from you. He looked a bit taken aback at your demeanor as you placed your hands on your hips. Draco clenched his jaw, “For your sake, I hope that was a sigh and not an attitude.”

You remained silent, unable to hold his piercing stare. He could crack a glass with one glare. Feeling small beneath him, you simply aimed to spin around and walk away. But when you reached for the knob, his chest slammed into your back. His hand flew to your chest to stop you from falling against the door, pulling you into him as his lips graze your ear, “Why do you keep fighting it? I know you saw me, dove.”

He held amusement in his voice, large hands gently squeezing both of your breasts through your gown. You shook your head, knowing he had just touched that wench just before you. You turned your body to face Draco and pushed him off, him not even stumbling back. His eyes did form into daggers though, sending you a scowl.

“What do you take me for?”

Draco was unamused. His upper lip curled, “I beg your pardon?”

“You like having multiple women, is that it? For different times of the day?” The words held a sour taste in your mouth, stepping back from him. Draco stared at you intently with a blank, firm look. “After saying such horrid things about your wife—I figured you hated her—“

“I do hate her,” Draco hissed.

“Oh really? Was that before or after you fucked her right here in this office?”

“Impossible.”

“Oh? Really? How so?”

“Because—my wife and I haven’t had sex in ten months,” Draco growled, grabbing you by the throat. A gasp tore from your lips as he captured them with his. His taste was sweet and held a hint of whiskey, as well as that familiar sprinkle of cigarettes. It was warm and rough, sending you sparks of arousal down to your core.

He bit your lower lip, smirking down at you. “I’d rather come to my hand thinking of you then lay with my wife—as you can tell. Perhaps you are a stupid girl.”

And then he was back on you. Holding your small face in his huge hands, forcing your lips onto his. Both of your tongues swirling against one another. Your feet felt like they weren’t even on the ground, wrapped in his warmth as he savors your taste.

“Draco!”

He ignored the call of his wife, peppering kisses down your neck. Your hair fell to his strands as he kissed down your gown, handing the bottom to you. You blushed as your fingers gripped the fabric, his eyes falling onto your pussy. He appeared to be an animal, licking his lips and pupils growing dark and wide.

No one had ever been down there before. Not like that.

Seeing a man as powerful as him at his knees, felt absolutely euphoric. Your chest swelled as he looked up at you through his lashes, setting kisses on your hip bones. Your flesh lit on fire as he neared you core, until he pecked your pelvis.

“Shall I feel you come undone on my tongue, dove?”

You could’ve came during that moment. A knock sounded at the door, causing you to flinch. “Draco? Honey?”

He delivered a flat stripe up your pussy, reaching the clit to suck on. Your eyes bulged, and without thinking—a moan fell past your lips.

Radio silence rang on the other side. Draco didn’t seem to care his wife had heard you, more happy to have heard the banging stopped. Your brows furrowed as your fingers dove into his hair, hips leaning into his mouth, “Draco,” you breathed, his warm tongue licking at your bud. “Draco I think she heard us.”

He hummed, grabbing one of the rings on this fingers before letting it fall to the floor. And then slipped it inside—sending you a wink.

“Moan for me. That bitch fucked some bloke in my office, so I want you to fucking scream my name.”

His words were naughty and cold, finger stretching your walls. As it sunk into your dripping pussy, you felt your walls stretch, “Ah! Draco!—“

“THE PRISONER? DRACO! DRACO!”

He chuckled against you, the cool medal of his rings inside your hot pussy feeling absolutely delicious. Plump lips wrapped around your swollen, abused clit. You began to thrust your juices onto him, riding his tongue while his wife continued to bang outside the door. You were surprised she hadn’t broken it down by now, a hint of guilt hitting you. But it fled away quickly as you squealed on his awaiting tongue.

Your tits jiggled as you bounced. He added a second finger, eyes locked on yours, “Just like that! Oh my god—fuck. It feels so good, Draco.”

He smirked, licking your pussy up and down. Astoria screamed, the pounding growing harder. Your eyes almost crossed as he kept licking from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion. You grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, as Draco’s hand held your ass to push your pussy onto him.

His other hand was busy fingering you, “You like when I eat this little pussy, dove? It tastes so fucking sweet—I might catch a toothache.”

Your giggle turned into a cry as he added a third finger, stretching you out more. Your eyes squeezed shut, “Draco! I’m gonna—Oh!”

He growled against you.

“Let me taste it, _ _. Fucking let me have it,” it was almost animalistic. Your hands pushed his head away, but he kept a firm grip, ravishing your pussy as he slurped loudly.

His fingers mixed with his tongue sucking on your pulsing clit threw you into your climax, jolting above him as your hips stuttered.

“I’m coming! Draco? I—“

“That’s if. Ignore her, and focus on my tongue.”

And you screamed. If the door had been made of glass, it would have shattered and broke down. Your stomach clenched as you released everything onto his tongue, your orgasm almost knocking you over. If he hadn’t been holding you from behind, you would have. When it slowly began to fade out, Draco tapped your thigh. “Hop on, dove.”

Smirking, you let him pick you up and lead your way to the desk. Astoria had continued to pound on the door, her screams turning to cries. You were surprised she hadn’t stopped. Draco gently laid you on his desk, spreading your legs and sliding between them.

Your bruised lips parted, panting with red cheeks as you observed Draco. His blazer was tossed onto the chair, lifting his black t-shirt to reveal his muscular torso. Every ab was sharp, so sharp you were sure they could cut you. Black ink trained across his entire chest, as well as the back of his neck and hipbones. Your body turned warm as he removed his trousers, revealing his huge cock.

His skin was so fair, as if he hadn’t even been human. Like a doll, absolutely unreal.

You wanted to trace his tattoos, but the ache in your eyes had been urgent. And with the animalistic lust he had been looking at you with, you knew he felt the same.

His soft, yet cold skin pressed against yours as he knelt down to kiss you again. Grabbing your thighs, your behind hung off the desk as he didn’t waste time. Both of you moaned in unison as he his cock stretched inside you for the first time, his head slowly inching inside.

“Fuck,” he growled, watching his cock spear your pussy with stormy eyes. “Cunt so warm and tight.”

Astoria had finally stopped shouting, most likely either left or listening. Whichever it had been—you didn’t care.

Draco was inside you, using his grip on your thighs to fuck your harder. His eyes pierced into yours, a wicked smile hanging off his swollen lips as he watched you cry out ever few seconds. Your hands grabbed his forearm as he continued to plow into you. His cock felt large inside you, almost ripping you apart.

Pleasure began to consume you.

Your mind was hazy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?”

“Oh,” your eyes crossed as he grabbed your throat, completely fucking you onto him. Your cries and squeals intensified, as well as the burning wave in your pussy. Your body began to shake as he reached deeper inside, almost exploding from ecstasy. Draco kissed your heels as you came down.

And then it slapped you in the face. Your orgasm blindsided you, Draco watching you with hooded eyes as you creamed on his cock. Praising you with how wonderful you looked shivering on top of him, he gave you a kiss before grabbing you. Carrying you to his chair, he sat down as you remained in his lap. Hands still on your ass, he peered up at you with admiration, “Put it in, _ _. Let me tell you come on my dick again.”

Your body jolted as you nodded, eagerly placing your feet on the chair before slipping his head inside. He grabbed your back, holding your hands behind you as he began to thrust up into you, “How’s that baby? Am I fucking you good enough?”

“Yes!” You screamed, clawing at his back as your pussy spasmed from his speed. “Draco! I’m going to come again soon!”

“Sounds like a fucking plan,” he spat while continuing to pound you. He had also been growing close to you—you could tell. His chest began to clench as he held you in his arms, completely ravishing your figure. “I’m going to come too, dove. In this tight fucking pussy.”

“Draco, we aren’t marr—“

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, thumb reaching your clit. Your eyes widened down at him as he smirked wickedly. “Why don’t you just come for me and give me those pretty little moans again?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Hot flashes shot through you, and if he hadn’t been holding your body against his—you would’ve toppled over onto the ground. His cock rubbed your walls as your orgasm flew you threw the roof, sobbing out against his lips.

He came with a shout, looking down at your push as his brows furrowed. You felt warm cum deep into your pussy as Draco finished inside you.

“Your wife,” you panted, smirking down at him. Your hands landed on his chest as he pecked your breast, sweet dripping down his forehead. “—is a lucky woman.”

[romanshomeonwattpad]

Girl in New York | 2

pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au! |

“_ _" = Y/N

next chapter| masterslist | last chapter

sypnosis - things with Art begin to pick up.

warnings - future smut, angst, cheating, smut next chapter omg

word count - 2k

© elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify or translate.

Art and Patrick had seemed to get along too well.

With your arms crossed, clearly irritated, Art and your cousin were reminiscing old times. As soon as the two reconnected, they hadn’t stop talking since. Chuckling and playing with each others balls. All the same. Standing in the sun made you thirsty, so instead of being ignored, you picked up the dignity on the ground you had left and went to buy a water bottle from the stand.

Rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, you mentally cursed out your cousin. He was a social butterfly—so he knew practically everybody somehow. And when he ended up in a convo, it would at least half an hour for reality to him himself. But at the same time, he was a fantastic smoking buddy.

“What can I get you?” A boy with pretty brown eyes sends you a charming smile. Your fingers drum against the counter, biting on your bottom lip. A smirk is held back as you notice his eyes flicker to your breasts, grateful you decided to wear a low cut black crop top.

“Hi….” you pull down your sunglasses, spotting his name tag. His name was printed in bold red letters, which matched his red polo uniform top.

“…Chris. Just a water is fine,” you say in a slight flirty tone, pulling your phone out from your purse. It was too hot to put inside your bra, and it would’ve been all sweaty and gross. “Do you accept Apple Pay?”

He shakes his head, “It’s on the house. Here,” he hands you the water, winking. You send him a grateful smile.

“Thanks, handsome. A face like yours deserves a tip.”

“Your number sounds good too,” he flirts back, causing you to giggle. You noticed a tattoo hidden behind his ear, an arrow with vines growing around it. And to match the vibe, a stud on the left side of his nose.

You hum, “Hm. Always had a thing for bad boys. Gimme your phone.”

It was almost hilarious how quickly he pulled out his cell from his back jeans pocket. You had to place a hand over your mouth to refrain from laughing, quickly putting your number into his phone. As you were typing the final digits, you look away from the phone to see your cousin.

“Jesus Christ….stop thotting it up and let’s play ball,” Patrick groans as he approaches you two, Art following behind him. Apparently they were finished conversating, but that wasn’t what stood out to you. What did was the fact that Art was staring down the kid Chase…Chad—whatever his name was.

His usually crystal clear eyes were brewing up a storm, a gray hue taking over his orbs. His lips were in a firm line, and when you handed his phone back to him and blew him a kiss, Art’s upper lip twitched. It was subtle—but you noticed. You noticed everything.

Screwing open your water bottle, you took a sip as Patrick nudged Art on the shoulder. “_ _ told me you’re still with Tiff,” he states as the three of you walk back into the court. “How are things going with her? Still a raging bitch?”

Art chuckles, shaking his head as he took a particularly large gulp from his hydro flask. You watched with attentive eyes as he screwed his cap back on, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call my girlfriend a bitch. And we’re doing fine—thanks.”

“Sorry, man.” Patrick sheepishly smiles, “Why don’t you come to this outing with us on Sunday night. It’s downtown at some club. Bring your girlfriend and we’ll meet you guys there.”

Way to go, Pat. Sounds like he wasn’t a cockblock after all. But it did scare you a bit when you noticed the pondering look on Art’s face. His features were tight, his pearly white teeth catching his lower lip. It almost looked cute—how conflicted he was almost made you anxious.

Patrick sensed his second thoughts. “How about this. 1 V 1. If I win, your ass better show up.”

Like you said, it was hard for anyone to say no to Patrick.

Art glanced at you, and when you only sent him a smirk, he released a deep sigh before giving in.

“Deal.”

Pat had to leave in the middle of practice. Something came up with work—he was a dj for this club back in East Boston. He always loved music, and was jotting down lyrics, so it made sense he was working in that field.

Wiping your forehead with your personal towel, you watched as Art lifted his shirt over his head and dried his abs. Your mouth almost fell open, his slick muscles contracting as fresh air hit them. His upper body was tan, but as it grew closer to his lower region, the skin turned into an untouched milky section of flesh. Yellow fibers of hair trailed down beneath his shorts, making you poke out your tongue and lick your lips hungrily.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. “You’re getting better.”

“I have a good teacher,” you tease, but he didn’t smile, snorting instead. “How many students do you have.”

“Just you and another girl.”

Another girl? Interesting. “Is she pretty?”

“I have a girlfriend, _ _.”

“And she’s where? C’mon, you can tell me,” you cooed, putting back on your shades. Popping another lollipop into your mouth, this time blueberry flavor, his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but as your tongue swirled around the top of the candy ball—he cleared his throat instead. You batted your lashes as you hummed at his silence.

“Hm?”

“She’s cute, I guess.” He muttered, not even hiding the fact he was looking at your lips as if he had was starved.

You tilted your head, eyes flying down to his crotch. Behind his dark blue shorts was a bulge forming. It dented against the fabric. “That guy I talked to—he was super cute. Might bring him to the party,” you thought aloud, making him stiffen his shoulders. “What do you think of him?”

He looked away from you, jaw clenched.

“Not my business.”

“All I’m asking for is an opinion.”

“It’s not like we’re friends,” he snapped coldly, sending you narrowed eyes. Ice had taken over those once clear orbs, and it felt like he had grown distant within a second. You swallowed thickly as he snatched snatched bag off the chair.

“I have to go. Later.”

What’s his deal?

“I just don’t understand you, _ _. We paid for these classes and now you’re failing them because of these stupid tennis lessons.” Your mother then released an exasperated sigh, rubbing her forehead as your father throws down your latest report card. He continued, “Two B’s and one C. You used to be a straight A student!”

You furrowed your brows, hating those words. Your gut dropped. “Dad, please. I’ll get my gra—“

“You’re going to be a surgeon, not a tennis player.” Your mother pointed a stern finger at you. This is the angriest you had ever seen her. Usually she would be the one to call down your father, but this time, they were both hounding you. When it came to grades, they stressed because they prioritized money for school. Your school.

Your father had came from his home country when he was a teenager on a visa, and grew a business in the end. He worked very hard to supply you with the food and shelter you needed, and it was a miracle public school was free. But as you got older, his business flourished, and he could put more of his income towards your nursing classes.

To become a nurse was always his idea. Ever since you had been born, he pinned that title on you. Your mother agreed because she learned it made you a lot of money.

“This isn’t fair. It’s once a week.”

“And so are your in person classes, and they’re on Tuesdays.”

“Let me ask him if I can change the day,” you begged your parents, putting a sweet tone behind your voice. Your father wasn’t budging—but your mother nodded and held your father’s hand as if to say it’s fine. But he didn’t want to let you off that easily.

“If he can’t change the day, cancel the lessons.”

His words nerve wrecked you. But it should’ve been fine. The only problem was—you didn’t have his number.

“Hey, Pat. Give me Art’s number.”

You heard him laugh through the phone, “Hey to you too, bitch. And stalker much?”

Rolling your eyes, you continued styling your hair whilst looking in the mirror. The speaker on your phone broke out for a second before you responded. “I need to ask him something. It can’t wait until next week. Just—please.”

“He didn’t give it to you?”

“What are you? His personal body guard? Give me the damn number, Pat.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll text it to you rn.”

You smiled in triumph, unplugging the bedazzled black straightener before snatching your cell from the counter. Without letting Pat know you’d call him later, you simply hung up on him, clicking the contact he sent. After pressing the call button—it proceeded to ring. Then his voice sounded.

“….Hello?” Ugh. It was his girlfriend.

This was going to be weird. “Uh, hey. Is Art around?”

“He ’s in the shower. I can give him a message.”

Bitch.

Whatever. “Cool. Unless he can change our usual Wednesday and Thursday schedule—my dad wants me to cancel my lessons. So I need his response like ASAP.”

“Of course I can tell him. Who is this?”

“_ _ Smith.”

There was a silence, and then her voice rang in the phone. “I’ll let him know.”

The phone clicked.

In the incoming week, you received a text from him.

Hey, it’s Art. I’m sorry but I can’t readjust my schedule. It was nice working with you. Let me know if you’re ever interested in working with me again!

Oh.

It looks like he really didn’t like you.

It wasn’t surprising, but for some odd reason—this one hurt a little. And instead of pushing you to chase him a bit more, you retracted away all together. He had made it clear he wasn’t interested in you at all. At this point, to keep pining after him would shatter all shards of dignity you have left.

Today was Sunday. You contemplated on even going, but Patrick would literally decapitate you. It’s his last night out and you promised to go out with him at least once when his trip rolled around. But you weren’t in the mood to party. You didn’t feel sexy enough.

This was all supposed to be a fun game. And now it’s turning into a nightmare.

You really didn’t think he meant it when he said you two weren’t friends. Was he trying to keep a professional relationship for the sake of his girlfriend? You didn’t imagine the friendly moments between the two of you. The fleeting glances, hidden stares. Lingering touches when passing the hydros.

Blowing out the cigarette, you leaned on Pat’s shoulder as he wrote lyrics down on his notepad. He slightly hummed to his own melody. “You’re fucking indie ass is going back in two days. I fucking hate you,” you mutter, causing him to gasp before laughing out loud. “Can I go inside your suitcase? I wanna leave here soooo bad Patty cakes.”

“I fucking hate that nickname, but love that top on you.” He gestured to the cropped forest green sweater you were wearing. It balanced perfectly well with your high-waisted leather black skirt.

“Is it giving slutty?”

“Gross.”

“Perfect.”

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— pluto

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

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@elliotsblunt

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