#vm x reader

Whatever argument you had been just about to have with him? Gone. Maybe it had been something about- Oh fuck he just swallowed and you felt him lick his lips. This is it, you’re going to die from some weird form of shock or sheer embarrassment in a closet with one Percival de Rolo because he just… went and did whatever it is he’s still doing.

The tip of his tongue barely brushing your ear as he speaks up in that same no-nonsense manner, still tight against you and quietly deadly, “We need to stay quiet, dear. Remember, we’re not supposed to be here.”

You’d turn and talk to him but the hand over your mouth slides to your chin, holding it in place too. That-That’s fine. You can still speak, even if it means you’re going to have to do it against his gloved hand. Totally normal! This line of reasoning will fail any inspection later but, well, you are hardly thinking about that right now.

“So you pin me to you in a closet?” you hiss and that bastard you can feel his chest as he laughs against your back, so pressed against you is he. When you go to elbow him, his second hand grabs your elbow and spins you again. (What was this man made of?)

Now, your front is pressed against a wall instead of a door, at least. When he presses close again though, this time his whole body pressing a warm line against you. Some part of you wants to buck back against him but when his hand around your jaw slides to your waist and holds you close? Well, that’s a new development. A very welcome new development.

“Well,” he purrs against your ear, well aware that you aren't pushing him away at all “How else was I supposed to get you all alone and to myself?”

“I don’t know,” you squeak as he lazily grinds against you and you fight down every urge to moan or make any sound. You succeed in that endeavor but wholly fail not to push back against him in an effort for some friction, “Try asking? I’ve heard it works wonders, you know.”

“Mmmmm, I think not,” he hums as his hand on your waist draws suggestive circles on your hip, “Much better this way, you see. Let’s me plan for the future.”

“The future-” you cut off with a quiet stuttered moan as he nips at your neck, nothing more than a little sting that shocks you.

“Quiet~” he singsongs in your ear, “or did you forget just who’s pinning you to a wall right now? If you can’t follow such simple instructions, I can go find other forms of entertainment.”

His little… escapade in that broom closet had set you on a bit of a mission a few weeks back. If he wanted to play dangerous games, you decided, he was going to have to deal with those consequences. He had thought he was all that and, well, nothing soothed your own ego than knocking him down a peg or two occasionally. Really, you reasoned, your boyfriend shouldn’t play with fire if he didn’t want to get burned.

The plan was decidedly simple. You’d wait until the next gala and then, perhaps, after a while of winding him up you’d let him have his fun. The more likely option though was the admittedly more fun one. Percy could dish out teasing like no one would believe, you see. The problem was he could barely take it. It was just such a shame then that galas were an excuse to get dressed up in your absolute finest and parade around getting compliments, a true shame It was, perhaps, an even worse shame then that you could get advice from Vex and Pike on dresses, specifically ones with necklines meant to attract attention and designed to draw eyes. Poor Percy didn’t stand a chance.

You had opted to separate to arrive. The boys would get ready at Gilmore’s, who had agreed to let them when you informed him of the plan and promised a favor, while all of the girls got ready at Greyskull. Your makeup and outfit were impeccable and the carriage expenses were even covered by Vex, who had gotten a hug for her troubles. Everyone looked, if someone asked you, absolutely beautiful and radiant as you all should. You let them all exit the carriage first though, wanting to savour that moment where Percy saw you for just a little bit longer.

The footman gently took your hand as you stepped out, heels gently touching the ground with every bit of grace you possessed. Your eyes though? They were on Percy who suddenly looked very flushed and bothered in his formal suit ensemble. His eyes reverently traced your finger and, perhaps, lingered a tad longer than polite at the obviously low cut to your neckline and bared collarbone. You smiled, let the games begin.

The night started off amazing, in your opinion. You made sure to bend just a bit too far down in front of percy to pick something up and lived for the way his eyes widened before skittering off. He thought you didn’t realize, how cute. He caught on when your hands wandered a bit during dinner though. The way his knee had hit the table as he turned with a half finished call of your name was beautiful. Especially since you’d just innocently blinked and asked him if he was alright. He’d huffed and played it off as nothing, but his knowing eye on yours was enough to let you know he knew. He just hadn’t wanted to make a scene.

From there it was a bit of a daring race to the end of his patience, or yours whichever came first. So, you danced with everyone but him on the dancefloor. Seeing him fume as you chatted and smiled with all the noble men, and women, was amazing. When he cut in for a dance with you, it was with a tight smile and a look that read he wouldn’t be taking a no for answer.

“Yes, Percy? Is there something I can help you with?” you asked politely as he twirled you through the dance.

“You know what you’re doing don’t you dare play coy with me,” he hissed into you ear as he dipped you.

Giving a titter of laughter, you gently smacked his chest with one hand before you leaned in as he pulled you upright and whispered back, “Maybe next time, you should watch where you make me scream then. After all, it’s just so horrible that we don’t have any time alone tonight, you know. Maybe then you could teach me a lesson.”

The tale though, of the cursed noble, belonged to the castle of the mountains. No one had seen the thing for years nor been able to enter in longer. The ruling family had disappeared without a trace five years ago, save for the mysterious young lord who still presumably resided on the grounds and the young lady who had moved to the town. She had moved in with the clockmaker and his daughter.

The tale of the cursed noble spoke of a night, like many others as many tales do start. The large noble family welcomed their guests in from the cold, as manners dictated. However, the guests did not follow the ancient rules like the family and struck like vipers in wait. The staff and family fell beneath the beasts- for guests who killed their hosts were such- except the young lord and lady. Nothing came in nor out of the castle for long months until one night, in the middle and high of the winter moon, a pyre of fire leapt into the sky. The bright red flames had been visible even through the crown of the mountains, taking a near monstrous beak-like maw shape. The youngest lady of the now passed family appeared on the outskirts of the town the next dawn.

The young lord was never seen again, for all the lady was convinced he was still alive. The clockmaker and his daughter took the lady in, seeing she was without family. The young lady would leave them, one night a year every year, the anniversary of that night. She would leave and return in a day, citing she was visiting her brother in the castle. No one could prove nor disprove her claims. Any who visited were found without luck or in a fugue state where they remembered nothing of their journey. Her brother could not leave the castle nor see her any other day, the lady claimed.