Anime One shots! ( Various x Reader)

Viscount Druitt - part 1

Darkness..

Darkness was the only certain thing in her life now. It surrounded her, isolated her from the outside world.

There was a numbing pain aching in her wrists, after waking up from her drug filled slumber she had tried to break free from the rope forcing them together. But the drug had left her tired, exhausted. Weak. So after the futile attempts, she tried to calm her racing heart, to find her ragged breath as she blinked behind the soft fabric covering her [e/c] hues. She had no clue how long she had been out, nor what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the colour lavender.

The harsh air brushed against her clothed form, and the fact that she was still dressed seemed to calm her nerves slightly. At least until the sound of footsteps echoed against the walls as someone slithered inside the room. A feeling of dread washed over her slender form, petrifiedin her spot as she simply sat there. Hoping that, whoever it may be, wouldn't pay her any mind.

But she wasn't naive enough to think it was someone with noble intentions.

The echoing sound of the steps came to and end, at a distance too close for comfort. All her other senses stood on edge, ready for any sounds, any signs.. Anything.

A loud clanking sound filled the room, bouncing against the walls. Alarms started going off inside her head as she recognised the sound of metal rumbling around her. Whoever it was, caused the same sound to go off again, but this time, she heard a low snicker follow. Most likely enjoying as she yelped in surprise, leaning away from the source of the sound.

A chill going ran up her spine as the snickering stopped, and a very distinct voice called out for her. That voice.. She knew it all too well.

"I told you to run away with me, my lovely robin. Oh, if only you had listen, instead you forced my hand!"

Her heart dropped, straight through the floor when she heard the man speak. No.. "Viscount of Druitt?" The woman stuttered, her mouth going dry as she continued to lean away from the source of his voice. Pressing her delicate hands firmer against her frame, as to protect herself from his gaze.

"Ah, my darling, you are quite observant--" Her eyes widen under the blindfold as she heard the creaking sound, like a metal door opening, and a unseen hand grabbed onto her exposed shoulders. "--Wouldn't expect anything less from you."

With little to no effort, the light-blond man pulled her up from her position, lifting her up into his arms. As scared as she was, she couldn't muster even a scream as she felt the ground disappearing under her heels. Her voice stuck in her throat as he pressed her delicate form against his own, and it was quite the contrast. Her body and skin soft, roughly pulled against his firmer body.

Without warning, he pulled away the fabric covering her eyes, letting him see the eyes of the woman in his arms. Just as he remembered them, large and full of life. Well, full of fear, the terror on her features proved hard to ignore. Not that he minded, no, he liked her like this. It was a side he hadn't seen before. Her thick set of lashes flutter as she is met with the dim light, before the [e/c] gaze drags up to meet his own. Meeting his unrelenting stare.

His usually carefree, melodramatic expression had changed.. This was not the man she had seen surrounded by beautiful women.. No, his expressions had turned menacing as his half lidded gaze danced upon her front. Shamelessly he inspected her, letting his gaze linger more than usual. Curious fingers moved along her thighs as he held his robin.

"When my eyes landed on you, I wanted to love you tenderly. Such an innocent beauty, blessing me with your beauty! But it's time to show your real colours, my mischievous little kitten." A cunning smirk dangled on the corner of his lips.

Part of her wished that he had left the blindfold on, because the expression washing over his features caused her [e/c] to widen. Even his voice had turned deeper, more assertive, almost sensual when his words dragged along the air.

Effortlessly, the blond man roughly placed her onto the bed nearby. By now she had been given the chance to get a better look at the room he was keeping her. It was large, beautifully decorated with lit candles lighting it up. What stood out was a large cage in the middle of the room, cold metal bars, the same one he had been toying with only moments ago.

But before she was given the chance to adjust to her new environment, she felt hand pushing her down by her shoulders. Causing the woman to lay flat against the bed, and to her terror, she felt the man force himself between her slender legs. Shuffling away her expensive dress, to offer himself an easier time and eliminate the large amount of fabric separating them. A sharp gasp slipped past her lips as she felt the same gloved hand dance along her inner thigh as he loomed over her. His large digits would dig into her soft skin, urging her to bend it. A lowly growl escapes her lips as she feels the man press himself against her body, adjusting himself between her thin legs.

As he presses on, her large eyes found his, lavender orbs framed by his light-blond hair; oddly enough there was no hatred or anger in them, only a sense of triumph and victory as his free hand moved her hands away from his chest. Not allowing her any chance to try and squirm away from him.

"Scream and I will stuff your mouth, understood?" God, she hated him, but even without his threat, she found herself too petrified by everything that was happening to find her voice. He basked in her large eyes, delighted by the horrified expression that had crumbled her otherwise strong facade.

Finally, she was his.