It Had To Be Done. The Masked Man Was Given Enough Warning That He Wouldn’t Be Permitted To Harm Geppetto,

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// 18+ themes //

Carlo had been unnervingly quiet for the last few minutes or so, an event that had served as something of a warning about the undead man in the past.

In following that foreboding familiarity, a small part of you that withstood the passage of time and turned a cheek to circumstances which had virtually undone any apprehension of danger insisted the warning be heeded, while the rest of you reeled from the remembrances of pleasure his hands had tattooed onto your skin, stressed over the glaring lack of regret inked between those lines and most of all; struggled to comprehend how comfortably the decision to give yourself to him had settled in your brain.

“Is something wrong?” You questioned calmly, as though the brunette didn’t have your inner peace ground to dust.

His shoulders shrugged, nonchalant to downplay how far he’d let himself wander into his own head. “I was just thinking…” he raised a hand to toy with the hair that framed your face, an admiration in the delicacy his touch met you with that made your entire being feel warm and languorous.

“Of?”

Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned closer to get a better look at you. Amber brown eyes gleamed as they swept across your features in the low lamplight of the bedroom. Even after everything he’d done to you while blanketed in the dark, tasted you, bitten you and taken you in ways which should’ve erased the very notion of feeling shy about something as innocent by comparison as a stare, that bashfulness he had a talent for calling to you answered without delay.

“How beautiful you are, and how I wish I could keep you, truly make you mine…” his voice was light, vulnerable, a rare side to the standard deep and semi threatening sound. The single other time in memory he’d sounded like that was when he’d told you he loved you. His words here were just as jarring.

Of all things for him to be doubtful on, whether you were his or not was an interesting choice, albeit sensical considering how this relationship had started between you, and that’s without taking his complicated past into account.

But it should’ve been obvious you weren’t the type to present your body to just anyone, there had to be meaning beside the lust and the person you shared yourself with had to be thought of as special to you. And as much as you’d once hated him with a passion, Carlo had slithered his way into that consideration with alarming finesse.

“You just spent the last three hours making me yours.” You reminded him with a playful glance, lightening the mood to set his troubled state at ease.

It worked, of course it did, his inability to resist your vivacious spirit personally acknowledged by the man himself on a handful of occasions.

Carlo huffed a breath through his nose, the corners of his mouth stretching up to form a small, amused smile. He’d known you for a while now, yet the things you said hadn’t run out of their flair for subverting expectations. “I’m greedy,” he admitted, a smug lilt to it as if that were a desirable trait, and perhaps in him it was. “I’d like forever next.” 🎭🥀

// Pfff, had to edit so much blood off of his face to make him look like he hadn’t just murdered a bunch of people, another add to his charm, really.

I wrote this for a puppet btw, a puppet who was never supposed to feel. 🎭🦋

I wrote this in honor of the nights I spent in the dark, just the moon and myself. (And the occasional cat that would join me)

His smile>>>>>>>>>>>

Gustave ♥️