imagine, all the dates you've been going on suddenly cutting you off muttering a small and terrified "sorry uhh i...had something come up" or texting you 'sorry. can't come' or straight up shrieking and sprinting away at the sight of you on the road or in a bar, leaving you with your hand in mid–wave, standing awkwardly
lately you've been feeling like you're being followed. you'd turn around and find nothing. you feel like someone's looking at you through the window of your house, even seeing a shadow forming...but its just the tree and the breeze...
another time when you're on a date, and this douchebag doesn't wanna leave you alone and starts getting all handsy so you have to pry him off and dash towards your home while he whistles from behind for you
and the next day you wake up to a ring on your doorbell and a note stuck on the pavement...
'i don't agree with that annoying guy's ways. ps took care of him'
now obviously a rational part of you was scared thinking who was this man? why does he know this? but honestly you were more relieved over the fact that that guy is not gonna disturb you
an idea strikes you that if he was the guy who's been stalking you without any action, why not put him to work? so you start leaving grocery list on the doorstep on a sticky note before leaving for work and then coming back to a bag full of even medicines you were out of on the kitchen counter
he is this close to becoming your maid. he brings you groceries, midnight snacks, meds, household supplies, sometimes even slipping some money inside the bag. but honestly you can't really complain couse you feel like you're becoming rich now that the 'mystery man' has been helping you...but it can't be that guy whom you've been seeing frequently these days right?
— dottore , NEUVILLETTE , FLINS , varka , NOYYYY , valeriy , CHILDEEEEE , LOHENNN YES , blade (both), ASHVEIL , phainon , toji , gojo , sukuna (i think he'll be the scary) lucifer , mammon (bro's broke how he do dat) , BARBATOS , JADE , FLOYD
note:: obviously pls don't go stalking people you like just talk to them and take a no like a champ. i don't condone this behaviour its satire.
; pre-release snezhnaya bite-sized light yan drabbles, yandere but some of them are implied at best, we know nearly nothing of them rn so OOC is bound to happen, not proofread,
LOVE IS OBSESSIVE. (ANASTASYA )
A thin layer of frost has formed over closed, glass-pane windows, obscuring the otherwise perfect view you’d have of Snezhnograd down below. Now all you see are blurry blobs of color that vaguely resemble buildings if you squint. Residing at the highest floor in the Zapolyarny palace, nothing here serves as entertainment, not even sightseeing.
It’s cold too. Unbearably cold. An unsettling chill that comes and goes, peaks and subsides when she personally visits you. Unfortunate that she invades your room often, gently closing the door behind her all to ensure that no one else, not even a passing guard, will be privy to her intimate conversations with you. Poised upright like the embodiment of elegance that she is, Anastasya sits down at the foot of your bed and gives you a small smile – a considered rarity among her subjects.
How are you today? Have you been faring well in her absence? Did you miss her? Basic conversational questions are asked, and after you answer (no matter how lacking they may come off, she’s satisfied just to see you in the flesh), she starts sharing anecdotes about herself. Today, the Fatui did this, her harbingers had a minor disagreement, Pierro advised her to act on a particular issue, and the Belyi Tsar’s grave has been tended to by yours truly.
You nod accordingly – that all seems interesting, Anastasya – a built-in response picked up after years of such routine. When the topics of conversation dry up like a well, she will unglove her ice-cold hand to feel your exposed skin. You become used to the chill that you no longer flinch; it’s hard to be bothered anymore.
She savors her moments with you and immortalizes such transient minutes through the very ice she controls. To preserve and cherish every moment with you is one of the simplest pleasures in her life. The moment she’s needed to step back into her role of being Snezhnaya’s ruler, she leaves whisps of snowflakes that gently caress your cheek; her own form of a goodbye kiss.
You’re not her spouse, nor is she your wife. But she promises day and night for the past 500 agonizing years that the moment she seizes authority from the heavenly principles, you two will finally be wed and shall be marked as the first monumental event in the new world.
That child, too, will come back. And you’ll all be a happy family.
Until then, you are encased in a room only she has access to in the name of love.
LOVE IS CONJUGAL. (VALERIY)
“Major Valeriy will be displeased to learn you lost your wedding ring. Fret not, I will find it for you, my grace.”
His Oprichnik subordinate quickly gets on his hands and knees to begin a fruitless search while you watch him scramble around from the sofa. Leisurely leaning back with a cold drink in your hand, you know it’s not nice to torment a faultless person, but all your anger must be vented somewhere even at the cost of an unfortunate Oprichnik. You’ve grown to be selfish in that sense - it’s an undesirable trait nursed by your husband’s weirdly coddling attitude. His fault. Entirely his fault.
You intended to watch this stranger run around like a headless Volkodlak fae for a little while longer, just enough to bring him to tears behind that mask when heavy, thudding footsteps enter the room. The Oprichnik quickly stands at attention, bowing a perfect ninety degrees to whom you need not guess. Your husband, Valeriy, is here. Rolling your eyes over to his, you note that his obsidian hair is powdered in snow with his cape nowhere to be found, nose is a bit red too. You hold in a grin – an avalanche most likely caught him. Serves him right.
It falls just as quickly when a familiar ring glints from the chandelier. A bemused glint appears in his eyes at your bewildered stare.
“How did you–?” You threw that wedding ring out of the window. You know it, saw it become lost in the snow. Yet he–
“I did a little digging.” He strides up to you before kneeling down. He extends out an expecting hand to which you reluctantly give. Gently and reverently, he slides the ring back on your wedding finger, smiling in content when he does so. “Be careful next time.”
LOVE IS COURTSHIP. (ALYOSHA)
You have a peculiar companion who walks you home at night. You don’t know him, his face, or his name, but you know his voice and shadow. He always follows just a couple of steps behind you with his footsteps lagging a second behind before hiding behind barrels and buildings when you turn around. You’d think you’re hallucinating had it not been for the proof standing outside your home.
Swallowed by shadows, you see only his vague silhouette. A fur-lined hood with horns protruding, you think, average height – the only visuals he presents to you. On brave occasions, you’d call out with a stutter,
“W-why are you following me?”
His answer and the voice you hear are both hauntings dredged up from your nightmares: “Because I love you.”
Morning comes and the result is the same. You open your door, ready to head off to work before being stopped by a carcass left at your doormat. It stains the textile with blood – you’ll have to buy a new one after you finish your shift. With a shudder, you drag the dead animal inside, cringing at the trail it leaves behind.
At work, you ask your boss about it, fed up with the horrors you’re forced to live through. To which she tilts her head and smiles, “That means he’s courting you. I know you’re from overseas, but that’s how it is here in Snezhnaya!”
“I… What?”
She laughs, “It’s the land of love. Who isn’t willing to do everything for love around here?”
You better get used to it.
LOVE IS INFATUATION. (VODYANITSA)
“Seriously, another ticket to her show? You’re not rigging the system, are you?” Your Co-patroller jabs an accusing finger at your golden ticket. Lord Harbinger Pantalone would have your heads for slacking off on the job by talking about Primadonna singer Vodyanitsa, but your excitement cannot be contained for a moment longer. He’s not around to personally survey the Fatui agents in the area, fortunately. You’re free to parade your golden ticket around – proudly so.
“I didn’t buy it!” You hug the ticket close to your chest, daydreaming about seeing your beloved singer on stage once more, “My pen pal did!”
“Pen pal? You mean, what was it again— Sirensong?”
You smile, “Yeah. She’s also a big fan of Miss Vodyanitsa. I told her she didn’t need to buy me tickets every time, but she insists–”
“--and you’re too much of a freeloader to actually stop her.” Your co-patroller gravely nods, looking away from you, “Got it. I already know what type of person you actually are, we’re both Fatui runts at the end of the day.”
“Stop being mean to me, you’re just jealous.” You wave the ticket around their masked face. “Does it keep you up at night? Knowing you only saw her in-person once? Don’t worry friend, I’ll enjoy in your stead.”
“Whatever, whatever,” They roll their eyes before snapping back to yours, “Wait. Don’t you find it weird?”
“Weird?” You parrot.
“Yeah. How come she doesn’t attend the shows herself? Your pen pal, I mean.”
“She said she’s limited to her home. It’s why we’re pen pals…?”
They don’t look convinced. On the contrary, they’re growing more suspicious.
“Really now? But tickets are sold onsite in the opera house days prior to the show.”
“She probably has servants. I wouldn’t be surprised – she’s able to afford the tickets!”
“...Can I see your ticket?”
You frown, “You’re not going to steal it and run off, are you?”
You receive a playful whack on the head as rebuttal, “Stop talking nonsense, I still need to earn money for my sister! I just need to see the code and seat number.”
“Okay…?”
Their face changes in real time once they get hold of your ticket. Observing, confused, and finally… Understanding?
“What did you see?”
“A VIP ticket. I get it now.”
They pick up their gun and resume patrol, leaving you in the dark.
“What? What do you get?”
“Only the harbingers get VIP tickets, you know.”
“...Are you implying I’m a harbinger? I’m not.”
They shake their head, sighing.
“No, I’m implying that the only way you can get those tickets is if the giver was one of the opera organizers or…
Miss Vodyanitsa herself.”
LOVE IS ENVY. (ODETTE)
“You’re late.”
It’s a pain to work with Odette. Talented and skilled she may be in the art of ballet, her punctuality remains as something she must work on. She always arrives late to rehearsals, sometimes completely missing them, only to perform just fine on the grand day itself. You didn’t know what went on in her life to always miss the appointed time, nor did you bother to care. She was wasting yours.
But after catching her cleaning up a dead body one night after rehearsals, face splotched with a knowing red and dagger situated inches away from her on the ground, you now know everything there is to her. Agreeing to a truce, you negotiated for rehearsals to be limited to the two main stars while the rest of the cast practiced at a different time.
Only so she can do her business in peace thus avoiding her tendency to be late. It worked for a while, but as of right now… looking her up and down, maybe she just has a serious problem with time awareness.
“I said… You’re late. Did you not hear me, Odette?”
She nods a beat after, “I’m sorry.”
You turn away to start packing your bag, “What am I supposed to do with that? I don’t want your apology, what I want is for you to stop wasting my time. I get you’re busy with your… side assassin work, but keep me in mind, too.”
“I do.” She hurried to assure, “I keep you in mind every day.”
“Odd. It doesn’t feel that way.”
The ballet studio feels especially colder today.
You’re nearing the exit when she finally unveils like the ribbons of your ballet shoes.
“I got jealous.”
Her admission freezes you in place. “What?”
“So I… took care of him. I’ll control myself better next time. Keep rehearsing with me.”
LOVE IS AN ADDICTION. (NOY)
You know your place and your cue.
A knock on your wooden door means it’s a house servant because Lord Noy himself enters without permission. With that knock comes a set of responsibilities expected from you. Once means that you must pick out the ribbon the lord will wear in his hair for the day. Twice means you must sleep in his bed that night.
And thrice means… the lord needs another supply of your blood. Merely three days after his last feeding session, and already he’s asking for more. You grit your teeth before ultimately abandoning your journal to open the door, your smile is inauthentic, so too is the house servant’s.
“Please inform Lord Noy that I’ll be there after showering. Thank you.”
The house servant shakes her head, “I’m afraid he needs you now.”
“...As of this moment?”
“I believe so.” She bows before stepping back, “Please follow me. He’s in his study.”
Is he gravely injured that he needs your blood so soon to replenish himself? The usual time interval between feeding sessions on average is one week. Sometimes five days if he’s overworked… but three days is a first. You don’t know if you should feel worried for him. Or is his old age finally catching up?
Perhaps the answer is far simpler.
Upon reaching the doors of his study, they immediately open and the house servant makes herself scarce. Lord Noy, dressed down in the comforts of his home, politely smiles at you, yet the lack of an… alarming injury on his person makes a question mark apparent on top of your head. You envisioned him to be bedridden in pain or maybe lethargic in his movements. The Lord Noy standing in front of you right now is anything but that. He’s perfectly fine. Visibly joyed at the sight of his sole bloodbag, actually.
You don’t want to overstep your place, so you keep your inquiries to yourself as you begin unbuttoning your high collar, fully exposing your still sore neck to his blood red eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath a second later, and you watch him advance toward you as if in a trance.
Indeed, the answer is far simpler.
Watching him feast and groan at the taste of your blood, you understand that he’s growing greedy. Both with your blood and body, and most especially your heart.
LOVE IS THERE AT FIRST SIGHT. (MITYA)
The books you’ve been planning to borrow from the royal library were all borrowed by someone else first. It wouldn’t upset you at all if it were going to be returned next week, but it’s been three months now and the librarian is growing tired of your constant pestering. To throw you a bone, she gave you the address of the person who has your planned books and told you to: “Pay him a visit if you’re so desperate!”
Not the most moral thing to do, but you’re now standing outside the house (hut?) from the address given to you, seconds away from knocking on the door. He’s read all those books surely, so he’ll give it to you, right?
You knock. “Hello? Anyone there?”
A muffled, “Uhh, busy!” answers you.
Busy, huh? “That’s okay! I’m just here to retrieve the books you borrowed from the royal library. An approximate quantity of twelve books, if I may recall correctly.”
A faint gasp. “Already!?” What does he mean by already? It’s been three months. “Hold on! Extend it a bit, please!”
“Absolutely not.” You snap, “I need to read ‘I’m reborn as an evil scientist so here’s a guide to quantum physics.’ and ‘why it’s not crazy to say teyvat is upside down: a dissertation.’ now. You had your chance to read it!”
He shuts up for one second before bursting out laughing, “It’s good that I can just… not hand it over to you then! How did you find my address in the first place?”
You turn rabid. Gentle, polite knocks are now fists angrily banging on wood. “The librarian gave it to me! Open the door or else I’m invading your house!”
“Go for it! You can try!”
“By the Tsaritsa’s benevolence, I will!”
Ten minutes later, the thick wooden door collapses from your anger, and you see the source of your ire for the past three months in the middle of the room, surrounded by countless stacks of books, looking at you in complete shock. Ugh, What a greedy hoarder! He’s probably a poser!
“Give me the books!”
He mumbles something indecipherable.
“What?”
You wish you hadn’t asked him that.
“I said... I think I’m in love with you.”
LOVE IS PASSIONATE. (DANICA)
The bed is made, dinner is cooked, the rooms are cleaned, your nightwear is laid out on your bed, the curtains are drawn, and the small garden outside is already watered – all to the courtesy of Danica, of course. Her dedication to take care of every aspect of your life is commendable, but you don’t see the point in chastising her.
It’s because of her dedication that you can get away with being an utter brat.
“My liege, I’m back.”
You come rounding the corner eagerly greeting her, “Did you do it? Did you poison my father, Danica?”
She smiles at your demeanor, her uncaring and formal exterior always nowhere to be found in the face of her master. “Yes, the deed is done. He collapsed thirty minutes ago.”
You hug her in thanks, “And the body? Did you search the body?”
Her arms hold you in a tight grip, unwilling to let go. Melting into your embrace, you feel her lips move around the nape of your neck, “I have.”
Danica knows you like the back of her hand and her loyalty is unfaltering. The ugliness of your soul can never chase her away, for she loves you dearly and undoubtedly.
“What did you find?”
She shakes her head in disappointment. “Nothing.”
You pull away, ignoring the pleading eyes she sends you. “How unfortunate… Then it seems we have to look for the key elsewhere. You cleaned up the evidence, right? Oh, and prepare some tea for me, please.”
“My liege…”
Patting her head and watching her lean into it, you tut, “Danica, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at that dead bastard. The Tsaritsa’s plan needed his research, and he chose to keep it from us. Could you believe him? Serves him right.”
“So please don’t worry, my dearest maid. You have never disappointed me, and you won’t be doing so anytime soon.”
LOVE IS A CRUSH. (VESNA)
“You!”
You hold in your sigh, and instead brace yourself for the telltale sound of fae wings fluttering in your direction. It’s the third time this week, and the nth time this year that you’re stopped and humiliated in the middle of Snezhnograd, all at the amusement of a certain fae officer. A high-ranking one too, unfortunately.
The sound of her heels dropping down to the ground makes you look at her. You say nothing, she seems pleased by this.
“Good, you knew you were the offender right away.”
She swivels and takes flight once more, “What are you standing around there for? Come with me! You need to fill out your violation form in the office.”
That makes you sputter, “But I don’t even know what I did wrong? You just stopped me and–”
“You think just because you possess a stellar linchpin means you’re free to run your mouth? Might I remind you that I impose the will of the Tsaritsa on you humans?” Vesna’s always been cuckoo to you, but this is…
You bite your tongue, watching the other faes squirm around in discomfort.
“Nevermind. I’ll follow you.”
Like a switch flipped, she proudly nodded in approval. “Very well. Off we go now.”
From behind, you hear the fae officers whisper to one another that: “She’s incapable of wooing her crush. Let’s leave her be; she can always make them give their name to her.”
...What a horrible week.
LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL. (PANTALONE)
Centuries ago, the name Feofan was inconsequential to the citizens of Snezhnaya, for the bearer of that name was nothing more than a struggling young man living paycheck to paycheck as a bank clerk. He meant nothing to the grand picture of the nation, but at that time, Feofan was your closest friend.
As the bank clerk slotted after his shift, you formed a friendship with him that way. During the brief window of time as his shift ended and yours was about to begin, conversations were made, and hangouts were formed. Good friends save up their salaries to go see an anticipated Opera that day. Good friends didn’t care that their friend wasn’t the epitome of wealth.
When Feofan asked you if you wanted more in life; wanted more from him, you shook your head no. What else is there to want? You had good friends and a decent job. But his expression was unreadable when he asked a following question if you’d like to have more wealth.
…It’d be nice, definitely. But I’m fine with my life right now, maybe in the future I’ll want more, just not now.
Believing that it’s the only way to repay you for loving a worthless man like him, he took that as the signal to pursue his years-long obsession with money. After quitting his job, he disappeared from your life for a few years, and he began pursuing a business. You thought he had moved to a neighboring nation at some point until he showed up on your doorstep one day.
Your bank clerk friend, now turned Fatui Harbinger, insisted then and there that you drank the vial he held in his hands. You trust him, yet…
“Why?”
“I want us to live forever.”
To love a worthless man… surely you would love him more now that he had something to his name.
hi i wrote this before his story/released in game, might be ooc
cw: nsfw 18+ content, vampire noy, cunnilingus, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED ON READER, afab! reader, part two maybe idk
vampire! noy who likes to keep you as close as possible, especially in private. to feel your warm skin on his lips while he peppers them all over you, it's adorable really. he's often asked by his comrades 'why?' and he simply shrugs.
what can he say? he loves his partner.
so is it so much of a surprise when he finds that foreplay with you is his favorite?
there’s just something about making love with his dear snowdrop at the pinnacle of the moon shining bright above; this is usually when you both would make love anyway. full moons were his favorite,
his fingers remain as shivering as ever when he drags them up and down your body
he continues to lead his hands down to where the heat has clearly grown fond—your lower stomach, noy’s sly, devilish smirk only made you want him more. he keeps his mouth working on your collarbone, leaving small love bites that left you wanting more all over your nape.
“you are just breathtaking, right now, my love.”
you swear just his voice would already be enough to sweep you off your feet, yet he decides to do more—he always does. the cold temperament of his lips sinks down over your chest, making you suddenly jolt,
the sensation of his tongue swirling around one bud as his hand would fondle the other, switching it around just to dip those messy kisses down your stomach; leaving his mouth near your dripping wet cunt.
you swear you could feel him scoff as he gave small kitten licks to tease. feeling his hot breath on your slit was more than enough to get you prepped… and yet he still wants more.
better safe than sorry, right?
now gently diving his face into your folds, his hands stay firm on the sides of your soft thighs, his thumbs rub small circles into your skin when you could feel him hold back the eagerness to devour you.
his resistance stood strong, he loved you too much—he didn’t want to ruin it by indulging only to his desires (even if you tell him it’s fine beforehand). watching you jump at the smallest little gestures only made him huff out a breath again,
had no human ever tried to actually please you? unfortunate.
even just the faintest warm scoffs he’d send to your inner thighs had you squirming—adorable. all your reactions were.
and it felt as though the moon only shone even brighter, highlighting the gorgeous figure before him, noy couldn’t believe that this was all for him.
maybe it was about time celestial took pity on him and sent an angel.
so when his tongue finally dips between your lips, it makes you let out an obscene moan of his name, your hand flying to his head of hair, “a— ahh! noyy…”
he lets out a hum, only one quiet one that meant he recognized what you said. gradually he moves his tongue up and down your aching clit, making you clench around nothing,
mouth clearly full of you, he continues to gladly lap at your sweet juices, you could feel his nose brush up against your cunt every now and then,
but something you had never heard of (apparently) was… well…
“n-nghhh, n- noy! haah, wait m’mot r-ready f’that…!” your voice is lost on your tongue when it lolls out your mouth, your back now in a mean arch when he inserts a finger to your entrance below.
“mmn? y’can handle whatever i give you, okay?”
his words faded when his buried his nose into your pussy again, his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you,
the sensation that washed over you from all the new stimulation had your legs trembling in his hold, you swear you were starting to ascend, and the only thing that kept you down on earth were the small shapes he’d draw into your thighs.
the inhumane vampiric strength in noy's arms was unreal, because no matter how much you would writhe or fidget, he'd make your lower half would stay within at the very least his tongue's reach.
it wouldn't be so out-of-character that he'd want to keep eating you out, even if he called this... 'preparing you', even if it would go over for more than just one hour.
noy is addicted.
but he doesn't want to admit that.
he doesn't to ever admit he's enjoying something meant for you, so when it came to making you come, loud, and lewd slurping of your juices would quietly leave the window he would deliberately leave open;
having you pressed up against the nearest surface as soon as he finishes your entrance, it felt pretty in-character for your lover. your back rests upon the soft comfort of the bed while your legs are sprawled out, his hips between the plush of your thighs,
noy's rock-hard cock was already leaking, a red angry tip rubbing up against the wetness of your slit, the lewd sounds that left your mouth that matched the dirtiness of what happened below, noy was curious badly turned on you were from just friction.
wondering how you'd react if he would grind his shaft inside your gummy walls.
biting his lip at the thought, he reels his head back momentarily before keeping his eyes on you.
"of all the eons i've lived... your face is one i'll adore like i'll never see another"
☾ He’ll brush his fangs against your neck just enough to make you shiver. He enjoys seeing your reaction more than anything
☾ Before feeding, he’ll cradle your face in one hand “May I?” He never bites without your consent, His bite is gentle, One hand rests on the small of your back Afterward he presses soft kisses over the tiny puncture marks which makes you hiss in surprise
☾ He stands between you and anyone he doesn’t trust. To him your safety is his top priority
☾ His eyes often glow brighter when emotions run high. You notice the crimson flicker between kisses and he looks away for a moment to regain his usual self-control before returning to you
☾ goes crazy for neck kisses
☾ He only has eyes for you. Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are as soft and adoring as a puppy’s
☾ he loves feeling your warmth since his body is always cold. During cuddle sessions, he loves holding you in his arms and savoring the warmth
☾ He’s a total sucker for kissing, and he especially loves kisses with tongue
Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!
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I decided to use the vampire hc the fandom has for him (secretly hoping that he’s one lol).
A young woman begged you to help her escape.
As a maid in Noy’s house, you weren’t unfamiliar with the sight of women going in and out of his room looking dazed and bitten in their necks afterwards. They came here, thinking that they’d serve the rich and handsome Noy, thanks to that butler’s deceit. And serve him they did. You knew that he drank their blood, although you didn’t know much about whether he did it for sustenance or pleasure. You never dared to ask, choosing to keep your head low and do your job. He paid and treated his servants well, and you needed this money for your humble family back in the village.
Because as long as you didn’t help him with securing the women yourself, it meant your hands were still somewhat clean.
But this woman reminded you of your little sister, and you dreaded to imagine her leaving his room with the same dazed look and bitten neck. You knew that you were being biased, but you helped her anyway. You switched the roster, stole the key from a sleeping guard to unlock her cell, and sneaked her to the back door with a coat and a veil wrapped around her head. Luckily, the snow wasn’t too heavy, so she was able to slip outside without slipping or freezing too much. You hoped that she could conceal her identity well from now on, and nobody would find out about your involvement in her escape.
For a few days, everything remained normal, or as normal as it could get while working for a master who liked to drink women’s blood. You kept your head low and did your job, until the butler approached you and informed you that Noy needed assistance with something. There was a mysterious glint in his eyes, but you ignored it. The moment you entered Noy’s lavish bedroom, he was sitting at the dressing table with his long hair cascading down his back.
“Help me choose a ribbon.” he ordered without any greeting.
You should’ve known that there was something wrong with his command, especially because most of the time, the butler was the one who dressed him up. But as always, you obeyed. You combed his dark red hair, bunched it together, and chose a safe black ribbon to tie it. Once you finished, you asked if he needed anything else. Noy was silent for a moment, simply staring at his reflection in the mirror, before he opened his mouth.
“You know, you should be grateful that I didn’t target your family, especially your little sister.”
You froze.
“P-pardon?”
Noy’s red eyes flicked to yours through the mirror.
“You heard me. And now that one of my sacrifices gone, I want a replacement.”
How did he know? Did he see it? Was it the butler? The sleeping guard? But how did Noy know the culprit was you specifically? He didn’t even ask why you did it. He only stood up from the stool and advanced towards your frozen figure.
The moment his pale hands touched the buttons on your maid uniform, was the moment you snapped out of your shock and recoiled.
“M-my Lord, please. I–”
“Do you prefer me to target her instead? Because I can do it right now, and you can watch.”
You stiffened, standing fearfully in the center of the room. Noy slowly gripped your hands and pulled them away from your chest. With his eyes on you, he unbuttoned the buttons, opened the uniform, and leaned in to bite your neck. You winced and put your trembling hands on his chest, trying to push him away. But he persisted and guided you to lie down on his plush bed, his hands caressing and squeezing your upper body.
Was this normal? Did those women have to be undressed first before they were bitten? Did they also experience being touched and groped?
Noy swallowed your blood and groaned at the taste, heedless of your squirming and whimpers.
“I knew that bringing that woman in was a good idea. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now.” When you snapped your eyes open in shock, he chuckled deeply. “Why so surprised? You know that I’d never bring a maid to my bed without a reason.”
You kept staring at him wide-eyed even as he leaned down and kissed your lips with his crimson ones, making you taste your own blood. No wonder it was so easy to help her. Was she complicit, too? And why did he choose you, out of all the maids who worked here? You didn’t think you’d done anything out of the ordinary. Had he done this before?
Noy bit your bottom lip shallowly, forcing your attention back to him. You flinched slightly and focused on him.
“Why?” you whispered.
He smiled in amusement.
“Do feelings need to have a reason at all?”
You couldn’t help but scowl at his deflection. He chuckled at your irritation and caressed your face with his thumb with a sickening fondness.
“You’re so caring about your family that you willingly help anyone who looks like them and ignore the rest. I suppose that’s just a proof of human biases, and it made you adorably predictable.” Noy pressed his hips against you, letting you feel his excitement. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. After all, I have all the time in the world. And I’m sure I can find something to make you equally everlasting.”
“No, I don’t want it!” you protested, pushing his chest away vainly.
Noy ignored it and merely pinned your arms above your head with one hand, his other one still stroking your face.
“You have to. For the sake of your family, remember?”
You breathed heavily, tears trickling down the corners of your eyes.
“My Lord, please. I’ll give you my blood, but please don’t make me live longer than my natural lifespan.”
“Why not? Very soon, I’ll be a part of your family too. Don’t you want to spend more time with your family?” he asked coyly, enjoying the dread in your tearful face. “And besides, I don’t take kindly of being left behind without my permission. So, if I have to live for a long time, you have to be there with me, either.”
noy and neuvillette tag teaming you. noy has your legs pushed up by your ears, hands gripping your flesh like he was holding on for dear life while neuvillette is balls deep in you. your poor human body can't handle everything he has to offer at once so he can only use one of his two cocks at a time. oh well, that's not something a few more rounds of sex and some extra lube can't fix. later, they switch and noy takes you from behind, pressing so deep you can feel the top of his dick press against your tummy. noy doesn't stop there because while he's delectably filling you, he's biting and scratching your back and neck to high heavens. the next morning it will look like you were the victim of a bear attack, and i mean technically you were. eventually, the morning sun rises to brighten the land, and you were left stuffed, satisfied, and snoring.
did they only announce noy like 5 hours ago? yes, but the gooning never stops, the grind never stops. long live neuvillette and evil skinner vampire neuvillette. is it the best idea to write a fic abt a character we know nothing about? no but there's always the delete button. ENJOY!
Bunnyyyy omfg have you SEEN the snezh teaser I legitimately NEED for Noy to LET ME HITTT
*gets thrown back to the asylum*
Hi Anon,
I have not seen the trailer yet because of time zones and being a corporate slave, but I did watch the three seconds of his screentime and cranked this out on my lunch break. Don’t let anyone tell you that writers don’t work fast while hard.
This isn’t even smut because it feels like it would be a genuine disservice to his character for him to let us hit that fast. He's hotter with his clothes on and I'm a dog begging for a peek of ankle.
"How long must you do this?"
You barely have the consciousness to string together the necessary cells and electric signals to reply, only letting out a low hum of acknowledgement before you dip back under. Noy, to his credit, doesn't seem to be that bothered by your low-effort response, though with you putting all your brain power into nibbling and biting at the mark on his neck, he supposes he can brush it aside. Your little canines aren't sharp enough to truly pierce his skin and bite down onto his throat, hooking on like a little bat, but you seem to be enjoying yourself, laving your tongue across the mark over and over. But it is getting a bit uncomfortable with most of his uniform still on, the bends of his collar slowly getting wet from your salvia. He lets out a resigned sigh and gives your thigh one firm pat and you begrudgingly lean back from where you're perched over his lap.
"That was barely two minutes," you grumpily huff, using the back of your hand to clean your mouth, "I didn't even bite through like last time!"
Right. Last time you did get too overzealous and bit down too hard, little beads of what should have been blood licking the back of your tongue before Noy had grabbed you by the back of your neck and yanked you off. He had the slightest downturn in his brows and you've never felt so scared and ashamed than if the Tsaritsa herself had squished you under her shoe and scrapped you off into another nation. It took a lot of effort to wiggle your way back into some neutral standing again.
"You're getting confident," Noy pinches your cheeks together, holding your chin hostage to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. You can nearly hear your bones scrapping against each other just from his strength alone before he lets go. You'll most likely have bruises from where his fingers were and you'll stare lovingly into the mirror as they eventually fade. He shakes his wrist once, before shooing you off, returning his attention back to his papers, "Leave."
In the back of your mind, you weigh whether you should actually listen this time. The devil on your shoulder smirking and cheering that he didn't fulfill his promise so therefore, you're in your rights to stay. You earned your reward didn't you? It's only right! The dubious angel sitting on the other side is batting against your cheek, just a few inches from those stinging bruises asking if you truly wish to see your neck snap this time.
Unluckily, Noy makes the decision for you. He gives you one side glance, not particularly annoyed or pleased, just a brief bit of eye contact. It's enough to send straight chills down your spine that you nearly fall and face plant onto the ground. Stumbling onto your feet, you rush out the door as fast as you can with your tail between your legs.
