...She looked around. None friendly faces. Who wanted to befriend the girl that only knew how to talk online? Who wanted to befriend the girl who built herself a castle of fairytales of stories to block the real world out? Befriend the girl who hated her "Friends" enough to create new ones, some sweet, some freaky, all imaginary? The answer: No one. No one wanted to help the girl escape from her pretty little prison. Some had tried, but failed. Everyone else would see her castle as some kind of evil trap, while she saw it as a golden castle that could fly in the sky, surrounded with magic clouds and dragons. In her pretty little castle, she would be surrounded with personified countries, half-demons, fairies and voices that had no face. Voices that came from no mouth within her reach. Voices that could disappear out sight without her being able to do a thing. To her it was such a beautiful, big, amazing castle. To family, friends, or generally anyone around, it was a big, scary and black
DenmarkXReader :-I deem you guilty.-: ProlougePlayboy...DenmarkXReader :-I deem you guilty.-: Prolouge1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
All nicknames for your perverted, Danish boyfriend. And let me tell you, you wondered why the heck he even was your boyfriend!
He was always drunk, kept trying to force his affection on you, or anyone else around, and flirted with other girls. If he didn’t flirt with them, he openly accepted them flirting with him! Oh my, if only your relationship had continued like it begun…
DenmarkXReader :-I deem you guilty part.-: Part 1“(Name)!” Someone familiar called to you, as your legs guided you towards the safety of your home. Turning around to face the voice wasn’t needed; you knew both the voice and the accent by heart.DenmarkXReader :-I deem you guilty part.-: Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What is it, you obnoxious drunkard?” You replied as you chuckled to yourself. Before even getting an answer, a muscular arm was thrown around your shoulders. Your Danish boyfriend Matthias pouted at you as you turned your head to glare, whining out; “Aww! That’s no fun, (Name)! There’s nothing wrong with liking alcohol!”
“Of course not, unless one wants to spend their life on their couch, commanding a poor wife around.”
“But it’s true!”
At this point, your louder-than-normal-people’s-laughter laughter completely blocked out any other noise coming from your mouth, rendering you unable to speak.
“Girlfriends are supposed be suppoooortive, not destruc
Nordic Kisses--DenmarkxreaderDenmark likes to nibble, but not just at your lips. His mouth prickles down hypersensitive skin, to where your neck and shoulder meet and down your shoulder and maybe at your chest. Here a bite, there a lick, there a nibble, then he's sucking on a patch of skin until gooseflesh gives way to excited shivers and low moans. He leaves a rosy little bruise there, his mark, and moves on, your skin his canvas, a fine map full of contours left previously unexplored. But then he's back at the familiar, tilting your head back, stealing words from your mouth, like a thief arrogant enough to knock rather than slink about in the dark.Nordic Kisses--Denmarkxreader1 year ago in Romance More Like This