Okay I’ve got a funny one for you: Reader gets jealous of Ferid interacting with a woman, so gets close to another man to make HIM jealous. Is that a bad idea with a yandere? Probably! Is it fun? Yes : 3
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I'm finally done writing this, its long but I have a feeling you might enjoy it. And too all of those who have their requests unanswered, pls wait I'm working on it + studying😭😭 this is tough.
Jealous Ferid Bathory x Jealous reader
Warning : Nsfw, knife play
The grand estate hall was illuminated by a dim light as noble representative vampires paced the polished floor, their hushed murmurs filling the space ahead of the council assembly. You weren't focused on stuff like that. Your eyes were pinned to a corner of the hall. Ferif Bathory stood there, his silver hair cascading down his back while being tied neatly. He was leaning far too close to a high ranking female noble. She was giggling, a gloved hand resting on Ferid's shoulder while Ferid offered her his trademaek sugar coated smile of his. He whispered something into her ear to which she reacted amusedly.
Sharp spikes of irritation flared inside your chest. He was putting on a whole performance out there while you were standing alone. Ferid knew what he was doing. 'Fine' you thought, 'Two can play this game' Ferid wanted to play the flirtatious diplomat and you too could play at this. And you knew exactly who to use as your pawn. You turned your heels, scanning the room for your target whom you spotted standing in a secluded area swirling the red liquid in his wine glass. Ky Luc, the fifth progenitor.
He was clad in his navy blue uniform, looking unentertained watching the elite mingle. He was sharp, powerful and most importantly he was currently detatched from any conversation. Setting your own glass of wine down on a nearby table you smoothed down your attire as you glided over to him with your charming smile and elegance. "You look like you dont want to be here, Lord Luc" you paused before continuing, "Or perhaps you're simply dying of boredom?" he blinked, his dark eyes settling down on you. For a moment his expression remained stoic before an amused smirk spread on his lips.
"A bit of both, honestly. These gatherings are always so tedious. Nothing but old men talking about wars and livestock." he commented as he looked at you with a gentle expression. "Then let me save you from the monotony" you said as you stepped closer, your dress brushing against his trousers while you tilted your head up, "Unless, of course, you prefer the company of your own thoughts against mine?" He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by your sudden focus on him, but he wasn't one to back down on the invitation. He closed the remaining distance between you two, "I would have to be an absolute fool to prefer my own thoughts to your comapany. Tell me, what brings you over to my gloomy corner? I usually see you hovering around a certain silver haired nuisance" he replied.
"A nuisance, indeed" you laughed softly glancing over your shoulder. Ferid was still talking to the blonde but something about him felt off. Good, he was watching. "Lets just say I got tired of predictable company." you continued, turning your full undivided attention to Ky Luc. You reached out, your finger delicately brushing off a stray speck of dust from his collar. It was an incredibly intimate gesture, one that made Ky Lucs eyes fogg with interest. "I decided I wanted to converse with someone far more...important" Ky let out a low chuckle as he his hand rose to catch your wrist gently, he didn't pull it away from his collar, rather he just held it there, his thumb lightly stroking your sensitive skin. "Important? My, you flatter me. If Bathory hears you talking like that, he might get his feelings hurt" he said slyly, "Let him. Ferid is far too occupied with anyone willing to praise his reflection and charm. I prefer a man who doesn't need constant validation from a crowd" your voice dripping with sweet venom.
Ky's smirk widened. He was a high ranking progenitor who wasn't stupid enough to think that there isn't a game being played here. But he was more than happy to participate if it meant getting closer to you. He leaned down, his cold breath hitting the shell of your ear, "You're playing a dangerous game here using a Fifth progenitor to make a Seventh jealous." he remarked. "Is that what you think I'm doing?" you whispered back, your lips inches away from his jawline, "And what if I genuinely find you attractive, Lord Luc?" mischief slipping into your voice. "Then I would say you have excellent taste" he murmured as he brought up your hand to his lips, pressing a slow soft kiss to your knuckles. He glanced over your shoulder, his smirk widening, "The silver haired fox is watching us" he whispered, "Let him. I'd rather focus on you right now" you whispered back, "Careful. He might just lose his elegent composure of his and I really dont want to clean up the mess before the meeting tonight" he said as he straightened up.
Before you could reply a theatrical voice chided from behind you with underlying malice, "Lord, Ky. My dear friend, I do think you're hoarding what's mine", you stepped back from Ky as he raised a hand to his chest, a gesture of surrender through his eyes danced with mischeif, "Hoarding? Oh, no. We were just having a delightful conversation. Your companion is quite the conversationalist" he commented. "Is that what we're calling it?" his expression was a mask of politeness. Without waiting for another word from ky, his hand clamped firmly on your wrist, "If you'll excuse us. We have some matters to discuss before the council assembly begins" he said as he pulled you along with him. "Have fun" Ky called out from behind, clearly entertained by the whole interaction.
Ferid didn't speak a word as he navigated through the crowded corridors of the estate with a rigid posture. You had to take quick steps to keep up with his long strides. He ignored the nods of greeting from passing nobles as he guided you deeper into the estate until the noise of the crowd faded and he kicked the door open of a vacant room, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut as he turned on the lights. He spun you around, your back crashing against the solid wood. He violently slammed both his hands on either side of your head, leaning down, his face inches away from yours. A mocking sneer cracking through his elegant facade.
"Did you enjoy yourself? Did he satisfy whatever desperate need for attention you were lacking?" he hissed. You refused to look intimidated as you held his gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about, Ferid. I was just making a conversation. You seemed perfectly fine doing the same across the room" He let out a sharp mocking laugh, "Oh, please. You were practicality throwing yourself at him. Touching his collar, tilting your head, giving him those soft inviting looks which are exclusively for me" he leaned closer, "You wanted me to feel this, didn't you?" "Feel what? Jealousy?" you challenged, your voice barely a whisper, "Does the great Ferid Bathory actually care?" His sneer deeped, irritatation breaking through his demeanour, "Care? It infuriates me. It disgusts me to see someone else's hand near you. You thought you were being clever, playing your little games to displease me. But all you've done is prove how utterly desperate you are for my reactions" His hands reached up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, "You wanted my attention? Congratulations, you have it completely" he snarled. "You were ignoring me" it slipped up, your voice tightening. "You wanted me so badly, you resorted to using Ky as a prop. How pathetic" he pressed his cold lips to your cheek, a smirk painting his face. "But I suppose I can forgive a needy little thing like you..eventually" Before you could say anything else the loud sound of distant mic testing chimed through the air.
Ferid pulled back, regaining his composure as if nothing happened out of the ordinary. He smoothed down his uniform and fixed his gloves and offered you a dazzling fake smile. "Time for the meeting" he said calmly, taking your hand in a polite grip. "Come along" he led you through the halls into a side entrance slipping into a massive parliamentary chamber, tiers of seats rising up to the shadows of the dimly lit room. The center of the room was illuminated as high ranking progenitors were taking their seats near it where Ferid himself was supposed to take a seat. But Ferid guided you away from the spotlight to a dark corner almost at the back of the chamber. Massive stone pillar beside his seat and red velvet draped witwith golden tassels above your heads. Truly a room to admire.
Ferid sat down as he pulled you onto his lap. Your back resting against the massive pillar, your legs draped across his lap, one arm behind his neck for support. "Ferid, what are you doing? Someone will see" you frantically whisper as you observed the center of the room where the meeting was actively being called to order. You tried to get off of him "Shh, nobody is looking at the shadows, my dwar. They are far too occupied with human rebellions" he murmured into your ear, voice barely a breath. You tried to shift when you abruptly felt the slide of a polished metal against your thigh. You looked down to see Ferid holding a sharp dagger agaisnt your skin. "Ferid-" you were cut off by the side of the dagger pressing into your lips. "I told you to be quiet. We wouldn't want the whole council to find out how much of a slut you are for me, now would we?" he whispered as he glided the tip of the dagger along your jaw, enough pressure to keep you still.
With his other hand he glided your skirt up, fingers tracing circles between the sweet spot of your thighs. "Imagine the scandal. The elegant companion of Ferid Bathory begging for him in the middle of a meeting" he mocked. You pressed your face into his shoulder, muffling your gasp as he ran the tip of the blade down your collarbone to the middle of your chest. "Keep it down" he murmured. His fingers stopped working above the lace undergarment as he brought his hand up and slipped off his glove, guiding his bare fingers below your undergarment to your slick arousal. "If you make a sound, I might slip up. A nick here, a cut there" he chuckled briging his dagger to the tip of your nipple. He slipped two fingers inside you with ease, starting a slow rythm. Your back arched against him, he moved the dagger to your throat, slicing a clean line which began blooming with beads of red. He licked it off with a slow movement, relishing in the taste.
"Look at you, are you scared that they'll look over? That they'll see what you really are?" he whispered into your ear, "Please Ferid" you whispered, your back arching, face shoved into his shoulder to avoid any moans spilling out, hand clutching his uniform. "Please what?" He taunted, his fibgers curling inside the exact spot which made you see stars. He nicked another spot of your throat, as he sucked the blood. "Tell me what you want, but do say it rather quietly. I'll tell thim exactly whats happening here if they look over" he threatened. "You're insane" you gasped, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers drove deeper inside you, his thumb finding your clit rubbing it slowly. "Insane for you perhaps" he chuckled, slowing his finger for a brief torturous moment, "Now tell me, will I ever see you hovering around that gentleman?" the blade was pressed flush against your throat, as if he was ready to slice it off your body. "N-no" you whimpered, the fear and incoming pleasure running through your veins. "That's right" he purred before pulling the blade away as the masochistic glint in his eyes started fading, his focus completely on finishing what he started. His fingers picked up the pace, deep strokes and thumb working ruthelessly until tears blurred your vision as your climax shattered you. He kept his finger there for a bit before pulling up your undergarment as licking your fluid off his fingers, sliding his glove back on and putting the dagger back in his vest.
"You seem tired, my love. Pull though this meeting and we'll have a wonderful night to ourselves" he said slyly, kissing your temple and pulling your body impossibly closer to his, burying his face in the crook of your neck, completely unbothered by the ongoing meeting.
