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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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Honeymoon (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)

Summary — It’s your first night as Walt’s new wife.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Potential spoilers for The Invitation; literally just pure fucking smut because I’m a slut for this man; mentions of vampirism (including smoking hot Thomas Doherty fangs, biting, blood, etc.); themes of ‘Predator vs Prey’; cursing; far too much usage of ‘my love’; Evie is stronger than me because I would have agreed to be Walter’s wife in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 4,333. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

Your beloved had always had some... animalistic tendencies.

It was rather obvious to everyone that you were Walt’s favorite bride. Or, now that you were finally married, his favorite wife.

His sharp gaze had been watching you all evening. He was similar to a predator admiring a fresh kill. Despite being surrounded by an endless number of wedding guests, Walt had no intention of taking his attention away from you.

As you thanked Lucy and Viktoria for their compliments and well-wishes, a shiver traveled along your spine as Walt’s clawed fingers slowly ran along your arm. You could sense his satisfied grin when he noticed the effect he had on you.

Walt was getting restless with the desire to take you away from your demanding audience. Bringing your hand to him, he pressed your palm against his cheek before leaning into your touch. You were trying your best to keep up your conversation with your two beautiful friends, ignoring his desperate call for attention.

His lips pressed gently kisses to each of your fingertips before moving on to your palm. Continuing his affection, his kisses trailed along to the back of your hand as well. He dragged his claws up and down your arm as your hand was returned to his cheek, burrowing his nose against your flesh.

His gaze fluttered back to you. He rolled his eyes when you refused to look at him. You were always doing this sort of thing, always letting him know that he couldn’t have everything.

He was fine with your antics. It thrilled him to no end whenever he had to chase after your attention. It gave him time to worship you.

The hand that had been dragging along your arm paused on your wrist. The other splayed out your palm against his face. If sweet, doting admiration wouldn’t catch your attention, perhaps a little pain would.

You yelped as your husband tore a wound into your wrist. Lucy’s eyes widened while Viktoria could only smirk in sick amusement. Turning your attention to him, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

With his fangs buried deep within your flesh, his hooded gaze stared back at you with a certain glimmer of arrogance. You could practically hear his thoughts as he indulged himself on your metallic nectar.

Have I gotten your attention yet, my love?

You scoffed with an amused smile, shaking your head at Walt’s desperation. He closed his eyes as he continued tasting you. He roughly shoved your wrist closer to him with a tight grip.

“I think our husband wishes to leave his own reception,” smirked Viktoria, staring intently as Walt slowly pulled away.

With a wink and a knowing smile, Lucy whispered, “Have fun!”

You bid the two women farewell, watching as they disappeared into the crowd of guests. Once they were gone, your eyes drifted back to your husband.

Walt was solely focused on your wrist. His fangs had finally left your flesh. Now, his tongue ran along your skin, greedily claiming any blood he may have left behind. He glared fiercely when you attempted to pull your hand away. His grip tightened and his claws threatened to pierce your skin.

You slowly began to lean towards him. His eyes darkened and he immediately tugged at your arm to pull you closer. He made an advance towards your neck, groaning loudly when you forced him to pause in his movements.

He had been just shy of his goal. He cursed under his breath, stretching as far as he could, practically leaning over your entire body, in an attempt to reach you. You let out a quiet laugh as his sharp fangs barely grazed against your flesh. He complained once more when you finally gained enough strength to shove him away.

You ran your fingers through his dark hair in an attempt to sooth him. His eyes trailed over your figure with dark intent. He bit his lip harshly as he took you in. You looked ravishing. He met you in the middle for a soft kiss.

Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he muttered against your lips, “My love—”

“Later,” you quietly interrupted.

He groaned, hooded eyes still wandering, “Now.”

“We can’t leave yet—”

“Then perhaps I should just take you here,” he whispered, and then he grinned mischievously as a surprised gasp escaped you. “Oh? Do you like that idea? Do you wish to be fucked in front of everyone like some common whore?”

Your eyes narrowed while his smile only widened. He winked at you and flashed his fangs in an attempt to get your annoyed façade to break. All he received in return, however, was an unamused scoff, “I want a divorce.”

He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before he muttered, “Not. Happening.”

You smiled when he brought your wrist to his lips once more. He repeatedly pressed kisses against the area where he had bitten you, effortlessly soothing your wounded skin.

“Do you really want to leave?”

He pretended to pout, though his true feelings were given away by his excited eyes, “Please?”

You sighed dramatically, which he knew meant ‘yes’ since you allowed another smile to spread across your lips. He quickly stood, gained the attention of the guests, and announced that the two of you would be retiring for the evening while Lucy and Viktoria took over as hosts.

‘Retiring’, you thought. Yeah, right.

Walt held out his arm for you to take before slowly leading you through the crowd. You smiled at those who offered another round of congratulations, feeling excitement build within you as Walt led you through the manor gardens.

His grip on you tightened. Plucking a rose, his lips pressed against yours before he placed the flower in your free hand.

Inside, the manor was dark, which was normal. Your husband preferred it so, claiming that it ‘improved the hunt’. Everyone, including the staff, were outside, leaving you alone with your eager husband.

The two of you paused in front of the grand, stone staircase. Walt circled you slowly, eyeing you up and down with darkened eyes. His pupils were blown wide. He came to a stop behind you.

His overwhelming presence sent shivers throughout your entire being. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding furiously.

His claws traced along your figure. The feeling began at your shoulders, trailed down your arms, and then finally came to a stop at your hips.

Your eyes closed. You tilted your head, allowing him access to the soft skin of your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from relishing in the feeling of your husband leaning in to trace his nose along your profile. Occasionally, he’d paused to leave a kiss or two, fangs threatening to pierce you once more.

He sighed against you, digging his sharp claws into your sides, nearly breaking the skin of your hips through your clothing. His teeth ran over your ear before he paused to whisper, “Shall we play a game, my love?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of where he was going with such a question, “What sort of game?”

He chuckled deeply, “One of predator... and prey.”

You inhaled sharply as one of his hands slowly traveled along the length of your torso. His large palm found its new home upon your throat.

“Do you know what a predator does when it captures its prey?”

“What?”

He kissed your temple gently between each of his words, “Whatever. It. Wants.”

You shuddered at his response. Slowly, his tight hold loosened. The sound of a ticking clock echoed throughout the room. His lips hovered closely over your ear. Your heart felt as though it planned to leap out of your chest.

“Run.”

You bolted, using the stone edge of the staircase to help you along. You could feel his eyes burning into you, carefully watching as you disappeared around a dark corner.

To anyone else, this would probably seem twisted. To you, however, it was exhilarating and left you quietly gasping for air with a wild grin on your face. You wandered further into the manor, deciding to leave your clicking shoes behind in an effort to throw him off.

With every shadow in the corner of your eye or each creak of the floor, you’d feel your heart race. Hand clasped over your chest, you paused at the sound of slow footsteps. You could see the light of a match approaching from the other end of the corridor. Quickly pressing yourself into a dark corner, you held your breath as he began to close in on you...

No.

No. He passed you by.

You shivered at the sight of him. He had stripped himself of his jacket and tie. His left hand was hidden within his pocket while the other held a flickering match between his fingertips. Slow, easy footsteps, almost as though he knew you had no chance.

Peeking around the corner, you watched the muscles of his back shift beneath his white shirt. You grimaced as you tripped over your feet due to the distraction, tumbling clumsily to the floor.

Walt paused. You could almost see the widening grin on his face as he contemplated your mistake. Slowly, he turned, tilted his head, and allowed his eyes to wander over your fallen figure.

He barely had time to flash his fangs at you. In seconds, you had stood and took off in the opposite direction. His sinister chuckles echoed off the walls as he quickly followed.

You rounded yet another corner and reached out for the first doorknob in sight. Closing the door, you pushed your way into the room. His room.

Of course.

His shoes tapped against the floors in the corridor, taking you out of your realization. Just as the doorknob began to rattle, you opened up his wardrobe in the corner and hid away inside.

The door shut once more. The action was then followed by the click of the lock, trapping you within the four dark walls with no one but your husband for company. Perhaps, if he was far away enough, you could make another escape.

He approached his bedside table. Knowing you had little chance of getting away, he took his time removing his watch before sliding off his shoes as well. His back was turned to you.

You tried your best to be quiet as you eased the wardrobe door open. Luck seemed to be on your side when it made little noise. The lock that had trapped you inside, however, gave you away.

The rustling of his movements stopped when he heard the click of his bedroom door. You pulled at the door to no avail. It was shoved closed once more by the force of his splayed hand. His other was tightly wrapped around your chest and shoulders, roughly pulling you against him.

He slowly turned the lock back into place. He then allowed that hand to wrap around your waist, though it felt eager to venture elsewhere.

Fangs tracing over your skin, he ran his lips from your neck to your ear before he whispered, “Caught you.”

Your head fell back against him in surprise. You couldn’t contain the sharp, startled gasp that escaped you. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his fangs sinking into your neck. Your mouth fell open in pleasure as he ravaged your soft skin.

One of his hands traveled along your body until it found itself roughly cupping your jawline. His claws nearly impaled themselves into your flesh due to his tight grip. Walt held you in place against him as he enjoyed the perfect, bittersweet taste of your blood.

You were tugged back into his dark embrace, falling further into the deep shadows of his room. He turned, shoving you onto his bed with a sinister glimmer in his eyes.

You smiled up at him, shaking your head as you balanced on one of your arms. Your free hand reached out for him, but he pushed it away with a wild grin.

His lustful eyes raked over your clothed figure. Leaning forward, he crawled upwards along the length of your body, easily making you lie on your back as he hovered above you.

His thumbs traced slow circles on your cheeks and temples. Though they still contained that same dark intent, his eyes softened slightly when they met your gaze.

He leaned into your touch as you began running your hands through his thick hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your wrist, and then quietly muttered against your skin, “May I have you?”

His eyes closed at the feeling of your thumbs gently tracing over his eyebrows. You then did the same beneath his eyes, examining every feature of him as he waited for your reply.

“Yes.”

His hand was beneath your chin in a matter of seconds. You encased his wrist tightly in one of your palms. He pushed your head back, digging his immortal bite into your neck once more. His weight was pressed against you, which allowed you to feel every crevice of his strong body.

You could feel blood cascading along your skin as he shifted his position. He lifted you just enough to move each of you further onto the bed. You reached back with one hand to tightly grip a soft pillow. The other wrapped itself within Walt’s hair as he traveled downwards.

You were forced to release him when he decided to kneel between your legs. He smirked down at you. Your body trembled as his tall, shadowy figure overwhelmed you.

Walt was thankful that you had chosen a different dress for the reception. The fabric draped perfectly over your body. He could feel you beneath the dark ensemble as his hands traced along your figure.

You watched in anticipation as his head turned to eye your ankle. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around it. You raised your eyebrows at him, though he paid you no mind as he lifted your leg until your ankle could rest against his shoulder.

Before you could react, your grip on the pillow had tightened exponentially. The other wrapped itself within the sheet. Your back arched at the feeling of his fangs sinking into the flesh of your ankle.

He groaned loudly. Wrapping his free arm around your thigh, completely encasing your limb, he forced you against him as he tightly closed his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of you. Fortunately for him, the night was only beginning.

He allowed your ankle to fall back onto the bed, swallowing deeply and running his tongue over his stained lips. He quickly shoved his hands beneath your dress, pushing the fabric upwards until he could tug it over your head.

His lips met yours in a rough kiss. As you embraced him, he used his clawed fingertips to rip open the bra that covered your breasts. He wasted no time, immediately indulging himself.

As his hand busied itself with your left breast, thumb working against your nipple, his mouth found refuge on the right. He repeatedly kissed your warm flesh. Quickly, he decided to latch onto you with his mouth, tongue swirling.

His dark hair found itself within your grip once more. You bit your lip harshly at the pleasurable feeling, unable to think properly.

But things only felt better when you realized his free hand had slowly wandered downwards. His long fingers shoved their way beneath the lace fabric that shielded your heat. He cupped your warmth, grinning against you.

“Did you wear these for me?” he muttered, not waiting for an answer as he began making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin.

“For Viktoria.”

He paused in his affection to glare up at you. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate your fine sense of humor. With an amused grin, you sharply tugged at his hair, causing him to grunt, and then continued, “Get to work, Mr. DeVille.”

He slowly shook his head, quietly scoffing at your antics. Both of his hands drifted to your hips and wrapped around the edge of the black lace. Running his tongue over his sharp teeth, he smirked, “As my mistress commands.”

Your laughter was cut off by a gasp rising in your throat. Walt turned his head from side to side, repeatedly biting along each of your thighs until he finally made his way to your center.

Over the lace fabric, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your warmth. You tugged his hair again at the feeling. Heat pooled within you as he slowly pulled away the lace. Grinning, he tossed it aside.

He swallowed deeply before delving into you. You cried out, fingers digging into his scalp. Walt paid your actions no mind. His tongue rushed across your opening, flicking your clit.

His claws dug into your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to keep you still. It wasn’t an easy feat. Your back was arched and your mouth had fallen into a silent scream.

Walt shoved his tongue into you, feasting on your essence as though it were his last meal. His thumb joined his mouth in a perfect duet of pleasure. He roughly slapped your clit and smiled against you when another cry escaped your throat.

His pants felt tight and he moved his hips against the bed in an effort to gain some relief. Trailing kisses along your torso, he pushed his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. He stroked one of your thighs, finally lowering your legs with your knees bent as they rested on either side of his hips, encasing him against you.

He pressed his forehead to yours, but refused to kiss you despite your pleas. Instead, he watched as your face collapsed into an expression of sinful pleasure.

Your orgasm drenched his hand and he pulled his fingers out of you. You slowly opened your eyes, watching as he held his wet fingers to your lips.

“So soon? You really should clean up your mess, my love.”

He leaned in, returning his attention to your neck, biting a new wound into your flesh. The action made you gasp openly, which, in turn, allowed him to shove his soaked fingers into your mouth.

He pressed his lips against your temple, smearing fresh blood against your soft skin. He rolled his hips into you, biting his lip as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingertips, tasting yourself on him.

He groaned at the sight of you. Your bare skin was aglow beneath him. He could feel himself straining against his clothes. He focused his attention on your shoulder, sinking his teeth into you once more. You knew you’d be absolutely covered in bite marks by the time this was over.

Not that you minded, of course.

As he lost himself in you, he used his hands to bring yours to his shirt, letting you know that he wanted you to rid him of the fabric. You busied yourself with the buttons, turning your head to plant kisses against his profile.

Sensing your desires, he reluctantly pulled his attention away from your shoulder. He soothed your newest wound with his tongue, lapping at any leftover blood. His stained lips met yours just as you began pushing the white fabric off his shoulders. Walt helped with the process and tossed the shirt aside.

He rose to his knees, removing his belt. His pants quickly followed, but not without incident. You grunted when he tumbled on top of you, barely catching himself to keep from knocking the wind out of you.

“Why did you make me wear these?” he grumbled, though his grin gave his amusement away.

You giggled, trying your best to help him, “Because they looked nice.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile when you gently kissed his cheek. He then pushed himself off your body. You shifted onto your elbows, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed. Once the pants reached his ankles, he yanked them off, threw them across the room, and then grinned at you over his shoulder.

You scoffed with a teasing smile, “You’re so dramatic!”

He chuckled, “C’mere.”

You allowed him to tug at your hand. You moved on the bed to kneel behind him. He tightly clasped both of your hands and draped them over his chest, but not before pressing a kiss to each one.

He then reached and tugged at the top of his briefs. You repeatedly kissed the top of his head and temples, watching intently as the fabric disappeared from his body and joined his shirt on the floor.

He turned his head to meet your lips. His hand tightly gripped your wrist and dragged your palm downwards along his chest.

His brows furrowed. He broke your kiss with a groan, breathing heavily against you. He trembled at the feeling of your nimble fingers working the length of his thick cock. He tucked his head into your shoulder, hiding away as moans escaped him.

You pressed your lips against his temple in light kisses. You used your free hand to rake your fingers through his dark hair, gently scratching his scalp as you did so. Through his gasps and grunts of pleasure, Walt placed open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You traced your thumb over the head of his member. Beads of pre-cum made themselves known. His cock hardened further beneath your touch, if such a thing was even possible. Each stroke sent shivers along his spine and quiet murmurs tumbled from his lips against your skin.

Gently, he wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your movements. He kissed you deeply, nudging you back into your former position of lying on your back. He crawled up the expanse of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally giving you a tight squeeze whenever he caressed your hips.

Returning his passionate affection, your arms draped over his shoulders, allowing your fingertips to trace shapes against his bare, muscular back. He sighed peacefully at the sensation.

He only broke the kiss to reach down and grab his length. Your gaze followed, hands weaving into his hair once more. He wasted no time in pressing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

Your grip on him tightened and your head fell backwards. He took the opportunity to lean his slack-jawed face against your neck, breathing against you heavily.

He was so big inside you. And no matter how many times you had taken him in the past, his cock always left you stunned at its size. Tugging at your ear with his teeth, he breathed, “So sweet for me.”

“Walt,” you sighed, “please—! Oh!”

His hips dug into you repeatedly and he grunted loudly with each thrust. You could hardly breathe as he pounded into you.

As you tightened your grip on him, pulling him closer by his hair, he sank his sharp fangs into you once more with a quiet apology, “Sorry, my love. Your taste is impossible to resist.”

“It feels good.”

Your murmured response made him groan against you. As he indulged himself on you, his thrusts sped up. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out in pleasure with every hard thrust of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. Walt hissed and growled as your blood flowed into his throat. It was almost as though your taste would be his last meal.

He shoved his arms beneath you and pulled you flush against his bare flesh. Hunched over your body, he moved at an inhuman pace, reminding you of what he truly was.

You placed your hand against his throat. With blood on his lips, he bared his fangs with a grimace. You pulled him into a deep kiss as warmth grew within you.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep up with your affection. He pulled away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. He panted as his thrusts became uneven. Moving one hand to your center, he stroked your clit.

You took his bottom lip between your teeth with a pleasured moan. His pace faltered as his climax drew closer. His skin was glowing with sweat as his hips stuttered.

“Cum with me, my love,” he panted. “Let go.”

As his hand continued its ministrations against your clit, the other quickly wrapped around your throat. You followed his movements, placing your own hands atop his, which was sure to leave your neck bruised the next morning.

“Walt...”

He silenced you with a kiss. You could feel his cock inside you, pulsing and writhing with the need for a release. The thought of him gaining pleasure from you struck a chord within you.

Your back arched, pressing your front against his. Walt didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he tightened his hold on you and tugged you impossibly close. Your hands shot around his shoulders. One dug into his strong back while the other yanked at his hair as the two of you rocked back and forth against the bedspread.

A wave of pleasure washed over you. Another orgasm overwhelmed your body. Walt’s thrusts stuttered, trying to bring himself to completion. He continued rubbing your bundle of nerves. Your body writhed with overstimulation until he joined you in ecstasy.

With a final grunt, his hips landed against yours. He shuddered, mouth agape, as he climaxed. His weight all but collapsed on top of you. When he pulled out, you could feel his release venturing out of you.

He collapsed next to you. Both of you struggled for breath. Walt reached out to gently caress your skin. His skin was aglow. Grasping your hand, he kissed each of your fingertips gently.

You could feel tiredness taking over your body. Walt smiled at you with soft eyes. Tugging you close to him, he muttered, “Sleep, my love. I’ll wake you in the morning for more.”

“That wasn’t enough?”

He chuckled deeply, “Never.”

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dem-obscure-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for Being a De Ville Bride

Walter De Ville x Reader, Viktoria Clopstock x Reader, Lucy Billington x Reader

Warnings: Vampirism, Spoilers for the Invitation

Prompt: Ok bestie let me be real with you, I am STALKING the invitation tag. I saw it yesterday and was smitten with Victoria! Can we get a headcannon for being a sister wife with her?

Note: Oh me too bestie. LOVED it and haven’t been able to find any fics :( But yes absolutely you may. This’ll include Lucy as well! <3 Also this might be writing their dynamic as slightly more poly than is canon but idc lmao.

At the tender age of 25, you were the youngest of Walter De Ville’s brides. The two of you had recently wed in what was the drama of the season and a weekend that would forever change your life. After all, it wasn’t every day you found out vampires were real.

Walt was very gentle with you, but had been so especially after his big dramatic reveal. You hadn’t so much as shed a tear, only took his hand and slid further into your seat while you absorbed the information.

He escorted you back to your bedroom himself, skeptical of the idea that you were taking it in such stride, but once you asked him to stay with you until you fell asleep, he knew you trusted him, and that you were at no risk of running off into the night.

Sure enough, the next morning, you met Walt, Viktoria, and Lucy for one of your final human breakfasts, at which you discussed your future.

Walt arranged for some of his workers to go back to your apartment and fetch the essentials you wanted for your…extended stay, and then, the girls helped you pick a dress for the ceremony.

Everything went pretty smoothly, all things considered, and you were now cemented into their family and, well, their eternal lives.

Lucy had welcomed you into their very non-traditional family before Viktoria had. She was very sweet, with her wide eyed optimism and open arms.

Meanwhile, Viktoria was optimistic, but kept her distance. She had seen so many people come and go from the De Ville manor, she wouldn’t be surprised if something happened that scared you off.

After the wedding, there was a reception with all three of the families present, drinking, dancing, and celebrating the fresh union. You and Walter shared a very romantic dance together, and afterwards, he was pleasantly surprised when Viktoria requested a dance with you as well.

You were a bit nervous. Of your three new spouses, Viktoria was the most intimidating, after all. She was incredibly graceful and balanced, though, now that you’d been through your transformation, you were becoming so as well.

“You look beautiful, darling. So glowing and fresh.” She told you, her voice as smooth as velvet, her fangs protruding somewhat from her row of otherwise straight, white teeth.

“Thank you. You’re…you’re absolutely stunning.” You confessed, a zing zipping through your chest when you said it, although your moment of uncertainty faded quickly when you saw the surprised grin overtake her features.

The two of you didn’t talk much after that, but the tone between you had shifted entirely. Her smile seemed warmer, more genuine.

After the festivities, Walt, Lucy, and Viktoria escorted you, for the first time, to the Master suite. It was more lavish than you could possibly imagine. There was a bathroom en suite, and dominating the large bedroom was a gigantic bed, perhaps the largest bed you’d ever seen in real life.

“(Y/N), my love, is it to your liking?” Walt asked, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it slowly.

You nodded, walking into the room slowly. “It’s amazing. This is all so…amazing.” You shook your head in disbelief. “It all still feels like a dream.”

“Well, luckily, you are very much awake.” Walter’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he pulled your body against his. “Welcome to your new reality.”

After some late night wedding…festivities with the three of them, Lucy and Viktoria helped you into fancy silk pajamas and Walter pulled you into the large bed beside him, kissing you deeply before settling in slightly.

Lucy hesitated for a moment before climbing in beside you. “Is it alright if I put my arm around you?” She asked, her voice quiet and unsure. “I sleep better if I’m holding something…”

“Absolutely, Lucy. I love cuddling.” You reassured her, pulling her arm around you while you were snuggled into Walter’s side, Viktoria on his other, watching you with her fierce and beautiful gaze.

Walter chuckled, amused. “I really could not have chosen a better match, could I? You already fit right in, my love.”

And though she didn’t put it into words, Viktoria couldn’t help but agree with her husband. You would make a fine addition to their family indeed…

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dreamofbetterthings · 9 months

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"The things I can show you." Thomas Doherty x FAAB reader

Prompt: “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.” Celebrity: Thomas Doherty/Walter Deville Movie: The Invitation Spoilers: None, this follows nothing from the movie. Summary: Filming for you and Thomas' new movie was a breeze… until he walked onto the set with fangs. Word Count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ choking kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart), biting kink, slight dubcon towards the beginning, dirty talk, slight impregnation kink?, begging, blood? I think that's all. If I miss any please let me know.

Minors DNI You are responsible for your own content consumption. I can tell you the post is not for minors, but if you choose not to listen, that is on you.

A/N I pulled this out of my head in the wee hours of the morning and could not lay back down until it was written and published. FAAB means female assigned at birth in relationship with the reader. I know my uploading schedule is shit. I am working on it. Also, chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time will be up soon. Until then, here's some slow-burn smut to keep ya nasties entertained. You're welcome.

You and Thomas spent nearly every day together on set. Even when he wasn't set to shoot anything that day, he was always hanging around the director to see every scene you filmed. The Invitation was a well-talked-about movie and based on what the folks on social media were saying, you were excited to let the world see the finished result. Thomas always managed to know when you would walk onto the set, and be the first person to speak to you.

"Good morning. I have a coffee for you." Thanking him, you took the coffee and all but chugged it. When you could hear his laughter, you pulled away from the cup.

"Oh come on. You act like you don't do the same thing when we've been filming all day." He puts his hands up in surrender and smiles.

"I won't deny that." Thomas grabs a script from a nearby table and flips through the sections of the script that are blocked in blue.

"Speaking of filming, most of the scenes look relatively quick for today. I think we're doing the last bit of scenes between the two of us and then we'll shift to the courtyard stuff after lunch." He shows you the script and before you can say anything, his name is being called into hair and makeup.

"And let the chaos ensue." He lets out a little chuckle.

"I wish you weren't right about that. I'll see you on the set?" Nodding your head you hear your own name being called. "Absolutely. Let's kill it today!" The two of you walk in your respective directions toward hair and makeup.

Run.

That was the only thing on your mind right now. Your feet hammered against the ground as you ran through the hallway. Your heart pounded against your chest, body aching. Your bag along with your phone was long gone as you ran for your life. Whoever that was, whatever it was that you were running away from, was not human. It looked like one, it sounded like one, but you knew better. An ominous growl came from behind and you could hear footsteps towards you.

You sprinted around the corner and took many twists and turns throughout the house, but every door you came to was somehow now locked, despite not being earlier. Running a few more feet down the hall you managed to find an unlocked door. You quickly ran into the room and silently closed the door before locking it.

It was another bedroom. The windows were barred and there were no other interconnecting rooms. You were screwed. The only places to hide were under the bed and in the closet. You decided against trying to fit your large dress under the bed and slipped into the surprisingly spacious closet. After what felt like an eternity of silence, there was a jiggle of the doorknob. A menacing laugh was heard on the other end of the door, before a large bang, and the door flew open.

Peering through the cracks of the doors, you saw him. You could see his shadow in the dimly lit room as he walked past your hiding spot and looked around. As he padded further into the room, you slid as far back as you could into the clothing, praying he wouldn’t know you were there. Through the thin slots of the closet door, you could see he was just standing there. Almost like he was thinking. Your eyes closed, and you silently hoped he would just go check somewhere else. That’s when you heard it.

"There you are."

Your eyes shot open. The door to the closet was pulled open, and he was staring directly into your soul. You quickly duck as he reaches out to grab you and somehow manage to make it to the other door. Just as your hand goes to turn the knob, a pair of hands reach around your waist, and you let out a scream you didn’t even know your voice was capable of creating. For a split second, you feel the wind around you, then the bed sheets violently connect with your back. You wished the mattress would just swallow you whole. Too afraid to look at the monster hovering above, you turn your face to the side. The creature finally speaks.

“Well, that took longer than expected. Had me thinking you’d actually make it out of here.”

“We had a deal.” There was nothing to hide how your voice trembled. The bed shook as he actually laughed.

“I don’t think you quite understood the rules of the game, honey. The rules were, if you managed to make it outside, I would let you go. But if you didn’t…” His hand finds its way around your throat and your shaking continues as he forces you to look at his face. The only thing catching your attention are the two abnormally sharp canines in his mouth. “Then you would stay here, with me.” He looks around the room and then back at you. “Last time I checked, you’re still in the house sweetheart.” He sees the tears running down your face and brushes them away with his other hand. “Don’t be so sad about it. Think of it this way. I try to be a man of my word. If you did find some magical way of making it outside, I would’ve let you go. No surprises, no tricks, nothing… but you didn’t. Do you know what that means?” His grip around your throat gets tighter and you feel a small amount of blood run as one of his claws scratches the side of your neck. He takes a deep inhale and groans. “That means we can have all the fun I had planned for you.”

Your eyes widen in fear and you want to move, but you can’t due to his grip around your throat. He turns your head to the side and you close your eyes. Not wanting to know what he’s going to do. Reaching down to your neck, he sticks his tongue out and licks up the bead of blood that gathered on your neck. Your entire body shakes. Moving his head, you can feel his fangs graze against your ear as he whispers. “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.”

“AND CUT!”

Thomas’ hand instantly leaves your throat and he takes your hands to pull you up so your back is against the headboard. “Are you alright? You were shaking really bad.” Not trusting your voice at the moment, you nod your head and laugh nervously. “Dude, you’re scary as fuck.” He laughs in response and wraps his arms around you in a hug. You do the same and the director, Oliver, comes over to the side of the bed visibly concerned. “Are you two okay?”

Looking over at Thomas, he gives you a smile and gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. You nod and smile. “Yeah, we’re good Oli.” He offers his hand and helps get the two of you out of the ridiculously large bed. As you straighten out your dress, Oliver speaks again. “I know we only did one take, but that was probably the best one we’ve gotten since filming started.” He turns and looks at you. “There was no point throughout the entire scene where I wasn’t genuinely scared for you. If the two of you keep this up, we might finish ahead of schedule.” The two of you thank him and walk over to his chair to watch the playback of the scene.

One of the assistants brings water for the two of you and you both thank her. Oliver plays the scene back from the beginning and instead of focusing on your own work, the second Thomas appears on the screen, and suddenly you feel the heat making its way through your body.

He looked really good.

And those fangs…

You could melt into the floor right about now. Oliver and Thomas are talking but you can’t manage to listen in on the conversation, let alone say anything. Your attention was on Thomas and how he managed to look attractive and terrifying at the same time. There were times when you swore the only reason he signed onto this film was because he liked being a bad guy. It was like he reveled in it, and he did it so well. Your eyes stay glued to the screen and you don’t notice Thomas watching how you respond to his presence.

You tossed your keys onto the counter of your hotel room, your shoes come off and you let yourself fall back on the bed. A loud sigh leaves your lips. There has never been a day that you wanted filming to end so badly. After a couple of seconds, you throw your phone on the charger and finally pull yourself up from the bed, grab your towel and clothes, and head for a much-needed shower. You quickly change and when the temperature is just right, you step in and immediately feel your shoulders relax.

As you wash your body off, you start to think to yourself, why were you so worked up today? After the first scene with Thomas, every slight brush of his hand against yours, or hand on your back sent a wave of heat throughout your body. Simple motions that are seemingly harmless in nature were reducing you to a trembling mess. Granted, you don't have a partner, so sexual frustration could definitely be the cause, but why now? You feel the heat spread to your core just at the thought. Shaking your head, you finish your shower and change into your shirt and underwear that you brought into the bathroom with you.

After drying your hair, the steam from your previous shower dissipates as you walk into the other room and you look around confused.

You could've sworn you kept the lights on.

Shaking your head, you cut on the soft light on your nightstand and reach for your phone.

Which was not on the charger where you left it.

Now you're starting to freak out.

Looking around the room, it seems like your phone is nowhere in sight. Almost like it disappeared. You check your bag, in case you didn't actually plug it in, but it's not there. Nothing in the clothes you wore that day, hell, you even checked your suitcase. Your phone is just gone. Going over to the hotel phone, you pick it up and try to dial your number, only to realize the phone cord is missing from the base. You stand there frustrated and a little scared for a couple of seconds before a voice snaps your head towards the front door.

"You didn't think I'd make it easy for you to call for help, did you?"

Slowly reaching for the heaviest thing closest to you, the shadow walks into the light and you let out a sigh of relief. "Jesus, Thomas. You can't sneak up on someone when they're fresh out of the shower!" Walking over to him, you ask. "So unless a crazed fan managed to break in, I'm assuming you have my phone?" He pulls something out of his pocket and you see the familiar case, indicating he did in fact, have it.

Flashing it in front of your face, you reach to grab your phone, but he leans away from you so you can't take it. "Yeah, I don't think you'll be needing it tonight." Giving him a "Really?" you go to get your phone and he pulls it away from your grasp once again. Letting out a frustrated huff, you put your hands on your hips. "Come on Thomas, give me my phone. I have to check my emails." You see him toss your device behind him, lucky that there was a couch sitting where it landed, and when he turns back to you, he speaks again. "Like I said. I don't think you'll be needing it tonight. After all, why would I make it easy for you to call for help?" Your eyebrows furrow, and you laugh, although slightly uncomfortable with how the air in the room seemed to shift. It felt, darker. Every bone in your body told you to leave. Turning around to look for a pair of pants, you mumble to yourself. "Alright, I did not plan on my night ending like this."

Turning around, you let out a scream and drop your sweatpants as a hand comes up and covers your mouth. He was standing so close you could feel his breath on your face. Looking Thomas in the eyes, they were dark, and you suddenly felt like you were no longer safe in his presence. "I don't think you quite understand the rules of the game honey." He stares into your eyes and the next thing you know, your feet are walking backward on their own until you are stopped by the edge of the bed. He remembers his hand is covering your mouth and speaks again. "The rules were, if you managed to make it outside, I would let you go. But if you didn’t…Then you would stay with me. Do you know what that means?” You struggle to get out a couple of muffled sounds when he brings his face closer to yours. “That means we can have all the fun I had planned for you.”

Your eyes widen as the lamp in the room shows his face fully, and that's when you see it.

He was in the outfit from the first scene you two filmed earlier that morning. You glance down at his mouth and you feel the heat pool at your legs.

He had the fangs in.

He leans his mouth down against your ear like he did earlier that day, and repeated the same line. “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.” Next thing you know you're being laid down on the bed, and the man you once knew as your friend was hovering over you. "What do you want with me?" Your voice was weak, and judging from the smile that never left his face, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying toying with you. He leans down and drags his tongue against your neck, earning a strained whine to leave your mouth. "I simply want what I've been waiting this whole time for…you. I've seen the way you look at me when you think nobody is watching. And it made me want to take you then and there, but no. I couldn't do it with so many people around. So, what better time than now? Your phone is off, the landline is disconnected, and as far as anybody coming to rescue you goes, they all think you're headed to sleep with the rest of the cast."

If there was any time to hate yourself for not wearing pants to bed, now was that time. Thomas moved your legs apart with his knee and ground his hips into you, showing you just how tight the bulge in his jeans had become. You let out a small gasp that he managed to catch, and he let out a smile. "Something tells me you're enjoying yourself more than I expected. I don't even think I'll have to compel you." His large hands lift up the bottom of your shirt, exposing your underwear, and you shiver as the cool night air exposes you in such an intimate place. He carefully pulls the thin fabric down and off your ankles with ease, and your body goes tense. He looks you in the eyes and asks the last question you thought could ever come out of his mouth.

"Do I have your permission honey?" You shift needily against the bed as you let out a small "Yes." That's the only approval he asks before his fingers gently reach down and feel the wetness between your folds and you sigh quietly. A groan leaves his lips. "Is all that for me baby? You like it when I touch you like this?" His slender fingers brush against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, making you unknowingly moan. "There we go. You're such a good girl for me." He does it again, and again until he's rubbing gentle circles on your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. Your body relaxes into the bed as Thomas continues whispering into your ear. "That's is baby. Relax. It's just you and me. I want you to enjoy this."

He was taking his time with you, and to an outsider looking in, it was almost sweet. Not long after, the fear left your brain and was replaced with nothing but bliss. He must've been able to tell when your last fighting bit of sanity faded because he became more eager. "There's so much I want to do with you, honey. I want to taste you until you cum on my tongue. Wanna feel you clench around my cock as I ravish you." His hand on your clit sped up a little. "I wanna see the look on your face when you come undone because of me. At first, I didn't think you could take it. But I know you can. I know you can take all of me. I know you can handle everything I give you because you're such a good girl, and I know you wanna be good for me. Right baby?" Your small whimpers have progressed to moans as you stop fighting the sensation and start to welcome it.

Out of nowhere, the feeling is gone as he removes his fingers from your clit, but quickly replaced them when he lays down and licks through your folds. Your breathing was fast and heavy as his tongue went to work. The sensation builds when he slips two fingers into you and easily starts pumping them in and out. You were almost there, and he could tell. He moaned against your clit and gently grazed it with his fangs, and that was all it took before you exploded. You threw your head back against the bed as you came, and Thomas latched onto your clit sucking on it to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could.

He finally pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before standing up and discarding his clothes in an almost superhuman nature, before he's back to hovering over you. His lips attach to yours and you eagerly kiss him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "If you taste that good, I can only imagine what you feel like." Looking down at him, your eyes get wide.

He's not abnormally huge, but definitely bigger than any man you've been with to date. He rubs his cock between your folds and you moan at the overstimulation, still coming down from your high. He rests his hand on the back of your head and looks you in the eyes. "You're going to take all of me, yeah?" You can only nod as you no longer trust your voice. He leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss again as he slowly pushes inside you.

He releases your mouth to let out a moan, and by god… this was the moment you realized you were in over your head. Every time you thought he was fully in, he would slide in more, and more. He finally bottoms out and you swear you're seeing stars. No, fuck that. You were seeing galaxies. He only gives you a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulls himself almost all the way out, and sinks back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The pace was brutally slow but felt wonderful. You couldn't pay attention to anything but how he felt, and it felt ungodly. He finds his own rhythm within a few thrusts and it was like you died and went to wherever the hell you were currently. He brings his other hand from around your waist and slides it down to your leg, wrapping it around his waist and allowing him to sink in just a little deeper, and you cry out.

A smile forms on his lips and he keeps his hand on your leg, refusing to let you not feel the full extent of what this angle could provide. Noticing your hands are gripping your bedsheets, he moves his hand from behind your head and takes your own to grab at his body. He thrusts into you again, and again, over and over, the new angle allowing him to drag his cock against just the right spot that drove you wild. Leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, he pants out. "Fuck, baby. It's like this sweet pussy of yours was made for me."

You could feel your second orgasm building and lord help you because you were so close. Thomas seemed to notice as well, your walls practically trying to suck him in completely. He speeds up his pace ever so slightly and that's when you feel the pressure of his hand going around your neck. He leans down and talks into your ear. "I can feel you're close honey. God. I'm going to put a fucking baby in you. Would you like that? You want me to cum inside this gorgeous little cunt, huh?" You moan and try to nod as your nails scratch up and down his arms and back. "Yes, yes Thomas, please!" He laughs a little at how you answered him. "Aw, yeah? You're so cock drunk you're begging me to cum inside your pretty pussy?" He makes you look at him as your eyes keep closing. "Beg for it again, and maybe, if you're good for me, I'll let you cum."

Your voice is nothing but whimpers and whines as you plead with your eyes. A chorus of "Please." leaves your mouth and that satisfies him to the point where he is kissing and sucking on the side of your neck. "I want you to cum, and I want you to let everybody in this hotel know whose cock is making you feel this good. Can you do that for me?" You just nod as you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge. He applies more pressure against your throat, and that's all it takes. As your climax begins, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and you let out a struggling moan from the sensation as you cum. The only name on your lips is his over and over, like a broken record. Thomas moans against your neck and he starts to tense, holding you as close to him as possible. He seats himself as far into you as he can, and the warm feeling of his cock shooting his cum inside you only prolongs your orgasm.

After the two of you finally come down from your respective highs, he turns the two of you on your side and lies there. Giving you a chance to intake some form of oxygen. You pant out a weak "Oh my god." and you feel the rumble from his body as he laughs. "I told you, adding the fangs would be a great idea." It takes every ounce of energy in your body to raise your arm and playfully hit him. "Shut up, that was God tier even if you didn't have them in." He laughs again and as he agrees, you ask, "Where the hell did all that dirty talk come from?" Thomas shrugs his shoulders and smiles. "A master of his craft never reveals his secrets." Playfully rolling your eyes, a yawn escapes your mouth.

Thomas pulls out of you and you sigh sadly at the loss of contact, only for him to pull the blanket over you and get up off the bed to grab your phones. You watch as he plugs them both into the wall and climbs back into bed before cutting the light off. Cuddling into his chest, your legs intertwine and you both lay there in comfortable silence, until a thought pops into your head, making you laugh a little. "What's so funny?" You think about the situation and explain.

"Had I known it would've taken you stealing my phone from me to get you to put the fangs in, I would've let you take it a long time ago." The two of you laugh and he asks, "Is that your way of telling me you want Mr. Deville to peek his head back in the bedroom again?" He realizes that at some point, he's going to have to tell you that the fangs aren't fake. But that thought leaves his mind as he feels himself getting hard again at your answer "As far as I'm concerned, he can come back anytime he wants." Thomas lets out an "Oh really?" before flipping the two of you so he's sitting between your legs again. "Because I think he's still hungry." A moan leaves your lips as Thomas sinks his cock back into you, and you mentally prepare for the terrible time you're going to have to try and get up in the morning.

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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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Hii would you write for Walter De Ville?

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Walter Deville With Dominant Male!Vampire S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

(For those who don't know, this is from the movie "The Invitation 2022")

"Poor girl didn't even know what she was getting into." You uttered staring at her bloody corpse in your arms, you had finished killing Walter's bride as she would have killed him and the other vampires.

Walter stared at you with anger as he rushed forward, blood dripping down his chin from biting her, he didn't expect you to kill his bride before he even finished transforming her.

You blankly stared at him, as he let go of the bloody corpse in your arms. "Are you seriously trying this with me? You knew she was going to try and betray you, I just ended things faster for her." You spoke as he walked up to you, he was shorter than you.

"Plus I know you only tried to get a human bride to make me jealous, it worked...-- for a short amount of time but...enough." You continued to speak to him smirking down at him with your pearly teeth.

"Well...You catch on quite fast, don't you? Perhaps if you weren't busy slaughtering my brides we might get back together." Walter spoke with his face slightly scrunched up. A laugh escaped your throat.

"Maybe, if you actually try to speak with me, and stop with these petty acts we would definitely get together again." You rebutted with ease, tired of his slutty vampiric ways.

Walter froze as he slowly nodded his head. "Well...you need to make up for my bride....shall we?" Walter asked slowly intertwining his hand with yours, as he stepped up to the wedding podium. The other family vampires were cheering in their seats, happy that a wedding would happen, perhaps tonight called for a feast full of human guests?!

"Good boy." You whispered a bit seductively in his ear, as he slightly chuckled, "I'm a century older than you... too old for you to be calling me 'boy'..but I don't dislike it.." Walter softly spoke, looking into your eyes.

"I know you don't." your response was a bit cocky as you both had stared at each other for a while, maybe it was a match made in hell for you two to be together...

but your undead lives of living forever together didn't seem that bad.

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beeslibrarycorner · 1 year

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Walter Deville dating hcs

He doesn’t turn you, he finds you being a human cute.

He thinks you’re so fragile, he just wants to keep you all to himself.

He tells you what he really is after a couple of dates.

Walter gets a bit overprotective of you sometimes. He sometimes tries to keep you inside instead of you going out with your friends.

He enjoys giving you gifts and watching your reaction to opening them. It gives him a twist of pride watching fondness gleam in your eyes and a smile grow on your face as you open something that reminds him of you.

Gets incredibly jealous when your friends want to go on an all girls vacation. “I wouldn’t be able to survive for three nights without you darling. I could be one of the girls. Please let me go with you love!”

Gets clingy when you're busy with work or a project. If you have to go on for a zoom meeting he will sit at your feet to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles.

Walter hates to see you sad or anxious, he tries to do anything in his power to make you feel better.

He likes watching you eat, he wants to make sure you're well fed. Especially when the weather gets colder.

If you’re having trouble falling asleep he doesn’t mind wrapping you up and holding you close. He will hold you close and talk about things that happened throughout the day to help you fall asleep.

If you suffer from insomnia he urges you to drink some tea and stays with you until you fall asleep.

If all else fails he will use his powers to put you in a trance to help you fall asleep.

He loves having his hair played with but he also enjoys playing with your hair. Especially when it’s just a lazy day where the both of you do nothing.

Walter can’t keep his hands off of you when the weather gets warmer, there's just something about the heat that makes him stick to you like glue. He loves being close to you especially when the sun starts to go down, he claims the sunset makes everything more romantic.

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Lovely Night - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: Lovely Night

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 945 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) spends their first night in the manor. Much to Walt's delight and (Y/n)'s nervousness.

Author's Note: There! I did it! Maybe my TikTok fyp will let me have peace now.

Is Walt out of character in this? Probably, but I wanted to write this so fuck it. (still haven't seen the film, be nice to me.)

Oh, and Happy Halloween!

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The first thing being around Walt taught me was that when it came to fight-or-flight, my response was fight.

He had a tendency to walk silently. Unless there were other people reacting to seeing him, I would never know when he would just kind of pop up.

That's why when a pair of arms wrapped around me with no warning while I was looking out one of the windows in Walt's room, I flinched and tried to turn around immediately.

"Shh," I heard Walt chuckle in my ear. "It's just me."

I let out a sigh as I relaxed. I slapped his hand lightly, hearing him chuckle.

"You know that you can't just pop up around me," I muttered.

He chucked again, pressing a kiss to the skin behind my ear. He hummed against my skin. I closed my eyes a bit, trying to calm any remaining nerves.

"You're nervous," Walt noted.

"You just scared me."

"(Y/n)..."

I continued staring out the window. Of course, I was nervous. I hadn't stayed overnight in the manor before. It felt weird the more I thought about it, but it simply never felt necessary before he had offered.

I had been trying to maintain a calm, happy air throughout the whole night. Through dinner, I had done pretty well. But now... I wasn't sure if it was being in his room or the idea of lying next to him for the night that made me so anxious. Probably both.

I felt a kiss touch the curve of my jaw.

"What's going through your mind," he asked quietly.

"It's nothing," I reached one hand up and touched the hair on the back of his head. "It's silly."

"Silly or not, I don't like seeing you worried," he replied. "I just want to help."

"I... I'm just nervous about tonight," I confessed. "I know I have nothing to worry about. I trust you. But I cannot shake the feeling in my stomach."

There was a brief moment where my confession hung in the air. I couldn't tell if it weighed as heavily on him as it did on me. I was embarrassed.

Walt stepped back, his arms falling away from me. I turned around when he did.

I was about to ramble out some apology when he reached out to touch my side, pulling me closer to him. I almost stumbled into him.

"What are you doing, Walt," I asked, forcing a chuckle.

His other hand took mine. "Dancing."

"Right now... here?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Well, my love," he moved his hand from my side just long enough to guide my free hand to his shoulder, "you seem very relaxed when we've danced together. I'm hoping the same effect will apply here."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He grinned back to me. "Nothing to thank me for."

There was something funny about dancing around a room with no music. No beat to follow or anything to fill the silence. I found myself just laughing quietly as Walt guided us through the space in the middle of the room.

I felt like every moment with him, I fell for him a little more. I wondered if he experienced the same thing I was. If he was, he hid it well. Always so calm and relaxed. Meanwhile, I almost hyperventilated when he first kissed me.

And he accepted my nerves like they were no burden to him. What I did to deserve feeling like this, I would never know. I was just happy to feel this way.

Walt slowed our dance to a stop. He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and smiling at me. I smiled back, walking to join him.

I stopped in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

He didn't.

He reached out and carefully pulled me forward a few steps.

He brought my hand up to his lips, watching me as he kissed the palm to the tip of each finger to the back of my hand. I grinned, my free hand moving to run through his hair. He smiled before moving to kiss my wrist.

"Is there anything else I can do to help make you more comfortable, my love," he asked.

I couldn't form a response as he kissed my wrist again. He hummed to me, an almost cocky grin pulling at his lips.

"Lay with me," he said. Not a question. Just an instruction.

I nodded.

He stood up, suddenly chest to chest with me.

Walt always was this mix of strange and enchanting. I think he liked it that way. Always leave some form of curiosity. Something for outsiders to latch onto. To constantly need to figure out.

He led me around the side of the bed. He pulled the covers back for me, letting me move onto the mattress first. Once my head relaxed onto the pillow, he crawled into bed next to me.

His hand cupped my cheek, smile growing as he ran his thumb along my skin.

"How are you feeling, my love," he asked softly.

"Good," I replied quietly. "Tired, but good."

Walt leaned over and kissed me gently, moving over closer to me under the covers. I reached up to rest my hands over his. I smiled into the kiss. Completely comfortable, completely peaceful.

At the time, I didn't know all of Walt's secrets.

Looking back on it now, I don't think I would've cared. By that point, all I wanted was him, no matter the cost. It was all so simple in my mind. He was the center of my attention. He always had been.

And I think we both adored it that way.

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Author's Note: Fun fact, there was a completely different plotline written, but I decided to scrap it because I was having trouble getting it to flow. I may write it if there's enough demand for it. It was a fun one, it was just taking a very long time.

Also, the spelling of this man's last name is gonna be the death of me.

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strugglingwriterwattpad · 7 months

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Walter Deville teaser

As she tightly gripped the entrance door, her heart skipped a beat as the melodious sound of her mobile ringtone echoed in her ear. With a sense of intrigue, she glanced at the screen to find an unfamiliar number glowing brightly. Without hesitation, she swiftly answered the call, her voice filled with a hint of curiosity. "Miss Stoker speaking," she uttered, her hands instinctively seeking warmth within the comforting embrace of her coat. “good evening, Miss Stoker. I am calling on behalf of my employee Lord Deville. The Lord has taken quite a liking to your recent paintings and would request to purchase every single one of them.” As she received the quick and emotionless request, a chill ran down her spine, sending shivers of anticipation through her entire being. It was a request that held the power to ignite her creative soul. Each and every painting from her recent collection flashed before her eyes, their gothic designs and dark colours dancing in her mind's eye. The numbers representing their worth swirled around in her head, filling her with a sense of exhilaration and joy. “Sir apologize for the silence. But I you sure you have the right artist. My pieces aren’t exactly the most popular pieces on the market.” She stuttered finally having the strength to enter the gallery and head to her office.

“ I am very sure mam. Lord Deville has been captivated by the pieces for some time now and has sent over a contract to your public email address.” (Y/N) eagerly unlocked her laptop and dove into her overflowing inbox, her heart pounding with anticipation. And there it was, like a beacon of hope, the subject line that caught her attention, illuminating the screen with its splendour. As her eyes met the dazzling digits of the price, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, causing her sparkling eyes to widen in sheer delight. “this all seems too good to be true sir. I will have a read through the email and get back to the lord as soon as I'm done.”

“very well mam. We hope to hear from you soon.” As the old butler hung up the old-fashioned phone he looked back at his master with a poised nod. “it is done, my lord. Miss Stoker will read over the contract now.” In the dimly lit confines of Carfax Abbey's office, a solitary candle cast eerie shadows upon the vintage desks. The lord of the manor, an enigmatic figure, sat upright and impassive, poring over the printouts of (Y/N)'s website. “is it really here sir? Has our lady finally returned to us?” the butler spoke still keeping his emotions locked away. “it would seem so Mr. Fields.” the lord muttered. Finally, his old laptop flashed with a new email from the woman he had longed to see for centuries. “dear lord Deville. I am very pleased with the proposal sent to me. Unfortunately, the pieces have one more day in my personal gallery, but I can assure you after tonight’s event, I will have them sent of to your manor as soon as possible. I will send you over delivery reports once sent over. Warm regards Miss Stoker.” As Lord Deville's eyes scanned the message, a sly smile crept across his face. His heart, once as cold as ice, began to thaw with excitement. However, he knew better than to reveal his emotions just yet. He would keep his composure until he had his beloved back in his arms, where she belonged. As he sat in the dark, his fingers gracefully twirled the golden ring, its presence on his long finger a testament to his patience. With each rotation, the jewel embedded in the ring shimmered, mirroring the sparkle that once danced in her eyes, a memory etched in his heart.

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Once Upon a December - Masterlist

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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My Soul To Take (Walter DeVille/Dracula x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of murder, blood

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | ➥ divider by @silkholland

summary: the search for your missing sister puts you right at Carfax Estate and in the clutches of the lord of the manor.

The cab was slow to pull into the impressive driveway, and you were taken aback by the even more impressive mansion. Or manor. You didn’t know if there was a difference, and if there was, if it even mattered. You tipped the man well, lips parted as you got out and looked around. It was apparent that you were out of your element, but you didn’t care.

Your sister’s wellbeing depended on it.

With a bit of reluctance and a deep breath, you knocked on the door. With as large as this place was, you wondered if anyone would even hear you. However, with as large as this place was, you didn’t doubt there were butlers or maids walking around. Someone had to answer the door.

You were just about to lift your fist again when the grand door swung open. You were greeted by an older man, countenance stern with his lips pressed together. He didn’t look the happiest to see you, and for a moment you’d almost forgotten why you were here. You cleared your throat, reaching into your purse.

“Hi,” you awkwardly greeted. “I’m sorry to disturb you…”

You trailed off with a light scoff before shaking your head.

“Actually, I’m not sorry,” you corrected yourself, and the man’s eyebrows rose. “My sister is missing, and this was the last residency the maid service sent her.”

You pulled out a few pictures of her, but before you could even get them sorted good, the man before you spoke.

“I am sorry, but we don’t know anything about a missing girl,” he sternly told you.

You frowned and reared back a bit. Both his tone and his expression left no room for argument, but you ignored that. With a huff, you forced the pictures into his hand despite his visible discomfort.

“If you could just look at them just for a moment and tell me if she even ever showed-.”

“Miss-.”

“I understand that whoever you work for,” you gestured to the extravagance of it all “doesn’t want to be tied to a missing person, but I don’t care. I need to find her, and if you could at least tell me if you remember her then that would be very helpful.”

The man seemed like he was gearing up to refuse you again when another voice interrupted him from over his shoulder. The older man’s expression fell a bit, and you didn’t miss how much more subdued he seemed at the arrival of this new person. Before the man was even revealed to you, you guessed that this was his boss.

When he came into view, your lips parted.

Calling him handsome seemed like such a disservice. The grandest of understatements, but you lacked the proper vocabulary at the moment. His features were so sharp, face sculpted in a way that was almost uncomfortably handsome. Inhuman. His dark hair was so neat, and it only made his blue eyes stand out even more, pink lips pulled into a small, crooked smile as his gaze met yours.

He drank you in slowly, as if trying to memorize every detail of you, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Uh…hi…”

“Hi,” he slowly replied, a twinkle in his blue gaze.

“Do you…? Are you the…?”

He seemed to understand what you were trying to say.

“I am the lord of this manor, yes,” he replied with a perfect grin, hands sliding into his pockets.

You nodded.

“I was just telling your…friend that my sister is missing, and I need help finding her. Desperately,” you added.

His features smoothly shifted, brows furrowing, and face pinched in concern.

“Well, that’s terrible. Please, come in,” he urgently told you, reaching out to gently place his hand on your arm as he guided you through the threshold.

The door was loud as it shut behind you, and you blew out a breath at the realization that the inside was probably even more impressive than the outside. You could hear the two of them talking, and when you turned around to face him, the older gentleman was handing the other your pictures. He was gone without so much as another glance at you, and you grimaced.

As you watched him flip through and study each photo, you spoke.

“She works for a maid service, but… She has been known to pick up the odd job here and there on her own,” you sighed. “Which makes my job a little bit harder, but this was the last place I knew her to be.”

He glanced up at you at that, head still facing the pictures in his hand as he peeked at you from beneath his lashes.

“It was the last place the service sent her, and she could’ve easily gone on to do five more jobs after this, but I figured this is where I needed to start. Just to see if she even showed or if any of you remember her?”

He stared at you for a painfully long time before his gaze fell to the pictures again. He hummed, tilting his head, and you became hopeful.

“I remember her quite well,” he eventually said, and your sigh of relief was loud.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, stumbling towards him. “Did-did she say where she was going after this? Did she stay the whole shift or event?”

There was another question that you didn’t voice.

Did she even leave?

“She worked the entire event, yes,” he eventually replied, handing the pictures back to you. “I remember how much I admired her work ethic. She left with the rest, but she did mention another job to one of the other maids.”

He continued before you could ask him about that.

“She didn’t say where.”

Your face fell, and he tilted his head at you, curiously eyeing you.

“Walter DeVille,” he finally introduced himself, a hand extended.

You weakly shook it, fighting back tears as you belatedly introduced yourself. You were just about to thank him for what little he could do when his next words shocked you.

“If you’ll accept, please allow me to help you in any way that I can…”

You blinked at him, and he stepped closer.

“I have so many resources at my fingertips, and she worked for me. It doesn’t matter that it was only one time, but it wouldn’t sit right with me to do nothing when I could do so much,” he elaborated.

“Are…are you serious?”

You were somewhat in disbelief, but the smile that graced his pink lips put you at ease.

“As a heart attack,” he smoothly replied, pearly whites winking at you. “I can tell she means a lot to you.”

“She does,” you softly confirmed, and his smile turned sad.

“I take it you’re staying at some dreadfully mundane hotel or something?” he wondered, looking around before his gaze fell back to you.

You chuckled at that with a nod.

“The minute her silence went on a little too long, I took the earliest flight I could get and whatever room was available,” you told him.

He had started to walk, and you found yourself following him.

“That must be costing you a fortune,” he surmised.

He wasn’t wrong, and you confirmed it.

“By all means, allow me to open my home up to you during the search,” he offered.

You’d only known the man for mere minutes, and his ability to shock you over and over was a talent.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laughed him off, but he didn’t join you.

He slowed to a stop when you did, and you frowned at him.

“I feel compelled to help you and your sister, and…it seems silly and almost cruel to let you shell out money for some mediocre motel when you could get great service and accommodations here for free.”

It was like the man knew you were broke, and perhaps he did with one look at you. It didn’t seem smart in a safety sense, but eventually your money would run out and then where would you stay while you searched for your sister? There was no telling how long this would take.

Besides, some part of you recognized that it was his misplaced guilt talking. He clearly felt some moral responsibility to help you, a desire to find your sister that could probably rival yours. After all, the man was evidently important, and it was easy to guess that he didn’t want her disappearance to be connected to his name, at all even if just in passing.

Before you could stop yourself, you were saying ‘yes’.

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that…”

You trailed off, hand falling with a sigh as the older woman waved you off. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to having someone tend to you in this way, and you had to remind yourself that you couldn’t get used to it. This wasn’t a permanent situation, no matter how much Mr. DeVille was going out of his way to make you feel right at home.

You silently reminded yourself that he preferred you call him Walt.

“Nonsense, dear,” Mrs. Swift told you, opening your curtains. “You’re dealing with so much already and…all things considered, it’s the least I can do.”

She avoided your gaze as she said this, and you nodded.

An entire week had gone by, and there was still no sign of your sister’s whereabouts. You had expressed concern about the lack of newspaper ads or any sort of media coverage, but Walt had eased your worries.

“With the influence I have, trust me that I’m doing more than the average police ever could,” he’d told you.

You had witnessed his phone calls and emails of him reaching out yourself, so you believed him. The more time passed, the more your worry grew, and the optimist in you was slowly starting to lose hope. You had to remind yourself that that wasn’t an option though. You had to find her because the alternative was too much to consider.

You ate breakfast alone as you often did here, but you weren’t bothered by it. Walt had joined you one day, and although he mostly picked at his food and sipped his drink, you appreciated the company. He made you feel better about all of this and even served to take your mind off of things for a while.

It was the third day in a row that you decided to walk the grounds. Some days you assisted Walt in helping locate your sister, but sometimes you felt like you were more a hinderance than anything. The man just seemed to have everything covered so well that it made you feel useless, and when you brought up going out and seeing if anyone had seen her, he’d been adamantly against it.

“A lone woman going door to door in a strange neighborhood to locate her missing sister? I feel bad enough that she’s nowhere to be found. I don’t think I could take it if you winded up in the same boat,” he’d sweetly told you.

It was cool out, a soft breeze making you shudder, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. With slow steps, you found yourself heading towards what Walt had described as the icehouse. He hadn’t taken you inside, and you’d been thankful. You had been cold enough as it was.

The distance from the manor didn’t seem like that much until you looked back. You felt so…isolated out here, and you found yourself eyeing the structure in wonder. You weren’t exactly sure why, but with nothing else to do, you wrote it off as simple curiosity. While there were some places in the manor that Walt had expressed were off limits, which was more than fine with you, he hadn’t explicitly said anything about the icehouse.

With a hum, you reached for the door.

“There you are.”

His voice startled you, and you turned to look at him with a smile. Walt was nearing you with a smile of his own, the sun glinting off of his cerulean gaze, and you forgot about the icehouse entirely.

“Mrs. Swift told me that you were busy in your office, so I came out here after breakfast,” you told him. “I figured it had to do with my sister, and you are practically a hero when it comes to that while I feel so…useless.”

He let out a soft chuckle at that, the sound twisting warmly deep in your gut.

“Useless? Never,” he purred, reaching for your hand. “I wouldn’t have nearly as much information about her to pass along if it weren’t for you.”

“Well, I suppose that does make me feel a little better,” you quietly relented.

You could feel his gaze on your face, and you looked at him to confirm your suspicions. It really was almost terrifying how beautiful Walt was, and you once again had the stray thought that you were shocked he wasn’t married or at the very least in a relationship.

“What?” you asked him.

“You really love her,” he said, almost in awe.

His brows were drawn together as he studied you, and you gave an awkward laugh.

“Of course. She’s all I have left…”

He didn’t respond to that, simply staring you down with a look you couldn’t name. Eventually, the corner of his lips curved upwards into the faintest of smirks before he pulled you along.

It was nighttime, yes, but it never unsettled you just how dark the manor was during these hours. The sheer size of it didn’t help things, and a simple trek for a glass of water felt like a maze straight out of a horror film. Weeks had gone by, and your sister’s absence was more obvious than ever, but that wasn’t the only thing that kept you up at night.

“This manor isn’t haunted, is it?” you’d asked Walt one day, and he’d laughed at you.

A real genuine laugh like you’d just told him a joke, and he had fondly looked at you like one would a silly child.

“I know it’s old, but no,” he’d drawled. “Certainly not haunted. I would know.”

That was what he’d said, anyway.

However, your disturbed sleep said otherwise. Either that or maybe the situation with your sister was finally getting to you. In truth, you had never really processed it, just sort of pushed it away. There was a very real possibility that something had happened to your sister, but you never wanted to think about it.

However, you knew that had nothing to do with the creaking you heard on the floors above you. Nor the way you’d wake up in the middle of the night with the overwhelming feeling of being watched. It got so bad that sometimes you had to turn your lamp on just to sleep.

You had never brought it up again. For one thing, you didn’t want to seem childish, but also because Walt was doing so much for you already. Between helping you locate your sister and letting you stay here, you didn’t want to take a mile when he gave you an inch.

And that was why you found yourself struggling to get a simple glass of water. You kept looking over your shoulder, legs shaky with every step you took. You knew that you were just being paranoid, confirmed when you turned the corner and walked headfirst into someone, bringing forth the kind of scream that would’ve embarrassed you if you weren’t so scared.

“Woah, hey…hey, it’s me…”

The voice was familiar and comforting, and you placed a hand on your chest. It did little to settle down your heart, and you struggled to see Walt in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, and Walt rested his hands on your arms. “You scared me.”

“I can see that,” he teased, attempting to lighten the situation. “What are you doing out of your room?”

His question struck you as odd, but you brushed it off.

“I was thirsty, and despite how much this place scares me at night, my need for water won.”

He chuckled at that, teeth visible in the dark.

“I’ll come with you then, keep the monsters away,” he told you.

You laughed at his joke, and a stab of guilt hit you. Sometimes you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself, at all with your sister still missing, but Walt made it hard. You felt much more at ease with him by your side as you got your water and went back to your room. His arm brushed yours with every step, and occasionally you’d glance up to already find his gaze on you.

“Why do you do that?” you finally asked him.

You were able to see his face more clearly thanks to the glow of your lamp coming from your room. He raised his brows at you and leaned against the wall in a way that had you shifting on your feet.

“Whatever do you mean?” he wondered, tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes with a slight huff.

“You know what…”

When he continued to play dumb, you continued.

“Stare at me like that,” you said.

He moved closer, brows drawn together now.

“Like what? Like I think you’re beautiful…?”

His words shook you, and you opened and closed your mouth, unsure of how to respond.

“…because you are. You and your sister have that in common,” he complimented.

It was sweet to say, and you were surprised by the level of emotion that overcame you at the mention of her. A few tears had escaped before you realized, and Walt’s fingers beat yours, brushing them away with a soothing sound.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured him. “I just really miss her and…I need her to be okay.”

You took a few gulps of water, and Walt hummed.

“Tell me about her, things that can’t be put in an email or on a piece of paper,” he suggested. “What was she like?”

You were in your room now, and you sank down onto the bed with a sigh.

“Brave,” that was the first thing you said. “I swear it was like she didn’t fear anything.”

His expression was even as he listened to you, and he moved to sit down beside you.

“…and even if she was afraid, she was going to face whatever it was head on.”

Your voice cracked, and you frowned.

“I don’t even want to consider the impossible, I don’t, but…if something did happen to her, I know that she fought like hell.”

Walt glanced down at that, a soft sigh escaping him before he lifted his gaze to you with a smile. He reached up to place a hand on your cheek, thumb comfortingly brushing along your skin.

“Don’t think like that,” he said. “Wherever she is, I’m sure she’s fine.”

His words didn’t reassure you much, but you nodded anyway. He helped you into bed, and you sent him a grateful smile. He seemed reluctant to leave the lamp on when you asked him too, but after some time, he relented and closed the door on his way out.

It was your second month at the Carfax Estate when you started to get…antsy. Perhaps that wasn’t the right word, but the same sentiments applied. You saw with your own eyes how hard Walt worked to find your sister, and yet…you felt like nothing was actually happening.

The thought seemed unfair to you. After all, it wasn’t as if Walt merely existed to search for your sister. He did have a life of his own before you came along, and that wasn’t going to stop just because of your presence. However, you remembered the last time you asked for a more detailed update or any kind of evidence of what he’d found so far, and how you’d been….brushed off?

Again, your wording didn’t seem right, but you didn’t know what else to call it. He had immediately brought up something that wasn’t quite relevant before the conversation shifted onto another topic entirely. You hadn’t even remembered that you’d been expecting an answer to your question until hours later. It seemed odd, and while you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, this whole situation was starting to become strange.

Especially when you suggested leaving.

“I’m starting to feel like I’m taking advantage, especially when I don’t seem to be actually contributing to anything,” you had said.

Walt had been as calm as ever as he rounded his desk, taking your face into his hands.

“Nonsense,” he had replied. “I am not letting you leave until we find your sister.”

It was sweet in theory, but the idea that he wasn’t ‘letting’ you make that choice didn’t sit well with you. That uneasiness only grew when you actually did try to leave one day. Just to go into town and ask around about her. Your cellphone hadn’t been able to work to even call a cab, and when you asked about a landline, Mr. Fields told you that the phone lines were being worked on.

You had frowned at that, but before you could ask about it any further, the older man had left you. Anytime you brought the topic up after that, it seemed like you were always steered in another direction. Walt would tilt his head at you, the faintest of smiles on his lips, and he’d touch you in some way that both comforted and excited you before sending you along like a placated child.

It left a bad taste in your mouth.

The night your rose-colored glasses cracked was a night in which you couldn’t sleep. The manor was just too quiet in a way that felt suffocating. You’d been gazing out of your window and into the night when you saw a figure coming out of the icehouse. It didn’t take long to recognize the figure as Mr. Fields, but this simple action wasn’t what made your heart sink.

It was the large shape he seemed to be dragging out of the structure with him.

Your frown had deepened, and you would’ve pressed your face further against the window if it were possible. Whatever it was didn’t seem heavy enough to give him difficulty, but certainly heavy and large enough to be unable to just…carry. Worst of all, you swore your mind was playing tricks on you because the shaped looked an awful lot like a body.

It was after that when you started to notice things you’d brushed off before. Like the way the only familiar permanent staff members were Mr. Fields and Mrs. Swift, any other maid or server or cook not staying long enough to fully remember. The faint thuds and footsteps you would hear throughout all hours of the night that you’d convinced yourself came from outside.

Even Walt, with his charismatic eyes and blinding smile, had managed to tell you practically nothing about himself while making it seem like he’d told you a memoir worth. And sure. You heard him on the phone and saw him typing out emails, but who was he really talking to? Sending them to? This situation was starting to seem less and less cozy.

It was 4:30 in the morning when you decided to go for a jog around the property. God knows it was large enough, but you also had a need to clear your head. You were approaching the icehouse when you found yourself slowing to a stop. You thought about that night you saw Mr. Fields, and you also thought about how you’d never been inside.

Granted, you had never voiced a desire to, but Walt had also never even offered.

With a sigh, you paused your music, turning the brightness up on your phone before carefully opening the door. You were surprised that it wasn’t locked, and realizing that your brightness wasn’t enough, you turned on the flashlight. It looked as ordinary as one would expect, and you scrunched your nose at the faint smell of something you couldn’t quite place.

You shined the light around, taking it all in with an even expression, starting to convince yourself that everything was all in your head. You pressed your hand to your forehead, chuckling to yourself at how silly you were being when your light caught something that stuck out to you. Whatever it was, it glinted, and you moved closer to it.

You shined your light on it…and froze.

There, at your feet, was a familiar white gold necklace. It was a simple 18-inch white gold rope chain. The pendant was a white gold heart with a blue sapphire stone in the middle. You knew that because you’d bought it. You knew that because it was your sister’s.

And perhaps you would’ve come up with another reason as to why it was there. Perhaps you would’ve told yourself that it had simply fallen off during her shift here maybe when she came out here to get something or put something away. Maybe it had fallen off somewhere else and some animal carried it in here. You would’ve told yourself that…

If it wasn’t for the dried blood.

All of the air in your lungs seemed to leave you.

You reached for it, suddenly very much aware of how alone you were out here. With shaky hands, you put it into your pocket, and exited the structure. The severity of what this meant wasn’t lost on you, and you struggled to keep your food down. You furiously blinked before slowly closing the door.

You walked back to the manor on autopilot. There was a loud ringing in your ear, and your mind was going a mile a minute. Her necklace felt so incredibly heavy in your pocket, and despite the turmoil going on inside of you, your expression was even when you came face to face with Walt the moment you stepped inside.

“Walt,” you breathed, a soft smile crawling onto your lips. “Going for a jog too?”

It was a silly question. The man wasn’t dressed for one. His blue eyes danced over you as a smile of his own graced his lips, gaze fond as he stared at you. You watched his nostrils flare slightly, and he hummed.

“No, I’m not much for jogging. At least, not like you are.”

“Shame,” you chuckled, walking past him. “It’s so cool out. That’s the best time to go.”

He didn’t follow, and you looked over your shoulder at him. He stood by the door with his hands in his pockets, gazing at you like he was looking right through you. You swallowed and wished him a good night, and when he did the same, you wanted to be sick.

“Your dedication to your sister is commendable.”

Those were the words you woke up to, startling awake with a gasp. The room was dark seeing as you’d forgotten to leave the lamp on. Or had you? It didn’t really matter, you supposed, and one glance around the room revealed a shape in the chair across from your bed that wasn’t supposed to be there. You hurried to turn the lamp on, and when light flooded the room, you almost wished you’d left it off.

Walt lounged in the fancy chair before you, one leg thrown over the other as he simply…stared at you. His expression portrayed one of amusement, and your heart raced for more reasons than one. Your decision to rest for a few hours before coming up with a plan to get the hell out of here and to the police was clearly the wrong one. You were sure that Walter DeVille was a murderer, or at least covering up for one, and here he was watching you sleep.

You didn’t like being so close to him, and you liked the way he eyed you even less.

Your lips parted when he held up his hand, a familiar necklace dangling from it. He eyed it with a hum, raking his gaze over it, and a few tears spilled over. You didn’t know if you were just that blind or if he was just that good, but it took a truly sick man to pretend to help you like he had. God, he’d even comforted you whenever you worried about your sister, and the whole time…

As you watched him eye her necklace, you wondered how he even found it.

“I blame myself,” he eventually said, confusing you. “If only I had done a better job of vetting her…”

You frowned at his words.

“I like to make sure there are no relatives or concerned friends or loving partners who will come looking,” he continued. “It makes all of this go…so much smoother.”

You were starting to understand what he was hinting at, and you wanted to be sick.

“So imagine my shock…and eventual elation when you turned up on my doorstep,” he hummed, looking at you again. “So…fiery. So determined to bulldoze anyone in your way who’d prevent you from finding her.”

You sat up more, and he stood, making you freeze.

“Even for me, it seemed rather…cruel to toy with you like I did, and I considered a number of ways to simply send you on your way,” he sighed. “…but then you got curious and suspicious…and here we are.”

“What did you do to her?” you finally forced out, voice shaky and tone angry.

He grinned at you, and your eyes were glued to the sharpness of his canines. Your frown deepened, disbelief filling you.

“She served me well and went quickly. That’s all that matters.”

His answer sickened you, and you made another move when he moved closer, and you eyed each side of the bed. The situation you found yourself in wasn’t lost on you, and more tears escaped.

“…and while I’m not quite sure what I’m eventually going to do with you…”

You looked back to him at that, watching as he placed the palms of his hands on the end of the mattress. You eyed the length of his nails, brows furrowing at their sudden change.

“That is a bridge I shall cross when I get there.”

He slid his hands further, and you moved back. You felt the headboard behind you. His grin widened, expression sinister and eyes gleaming.

“As for tonight…”

The scream you let out was blood-curdling, feet kicking as he grabbed your ankles. You reached out to grab onto anything as he yanked you down, and your hand hit the lamp. It fell to the ground with a loud shatter, the room bathed in darkness once again. You fought against someone you could barely see, blindly kicking and hitting. Only half of them connected.

By the time he had your hands pinned beside your head, you were sobbing, chest heaving. He shushed you, voice sounding as gentle as it always did, but you knew it was a lie. He was a lie. The sweet and charming man that you had even grown to like did not exist. Instead, a murderer sat in his place, and you pushed against his hold. When that proved fruitless, you let out another scream.

It died pathetically into another fit of sobs.

“No one will hear you, darling,” he purred, gently kissing your mouth. “…and even if they did, they would not help you. I am not the one who disposes of my messes.”

You already knew that, accepting that you really saw that night, and you cried harder.

“We were getting along so well, weren’t we? Hmm?”

He kissed down your face, lingering at your throat before he opened his mouth, grazing his teeth over your skin. You shuddered beneath him, and Walt hummed.

“That was before I knew you murdered my sister,” you spat.

He moved your wrists, forcing them together before pinning them above your head with one hand. You struggle was useless, Walt a thousand times stronger than he looked. His free hand danced down your front, fingers tapping against your nightgown as he exhaled.

“Murder is such a harsh word… It was necessary, I assure you. After all, I have to eat too, right?”

He chuckled at his own words, and your brain fought to deny what it had long figured out. He kissed your throat again, fingers sliding up your leg and beneath the smooth fabric. He giddily hummed when his fingers brushed over you, and before you could scream again, the sharpest pain imaginable could be felt at your throat.

A choked gasp escaped you, eyes widening and rolling at the feel of his teeth in your skin. You bucked against him, pain and pleasure warring within you, and Walt pinned your body down with his. He snarled against your throat, the feel making you yelp, and your hands struggled to release themselves from his grip.

His other hand was busy, successful even when cool air met your skin. You felt yourself growing weak beneath him, and by the time he pulled away, you could barely muster the strength to fight him. He kissed you, lips soft and bloody, and you cringed at the taste of yourself.

You could feel the tip of him poking at you, and when he pushed his way inside of you, it was slow and torturous. He groaned at the feel, and you gasped, head thrown back and arms straining. He buried his face into your neck when he sheathed himself inside of you to the hilt, basking in the feel of you wrapped around him.

His free hand ran down your body, happily touching your skin. Walt pulled his hips back until only the tip of him remained before thrusting into you again. His pace was slow and purposeful, and his free hand found its way to your face, turning your head to face him so that he could kiss you again. His lips hungrily moved against yours, teeth nipping at them and tongue seeking yours out.

He took his time fucking you, with you pinned beneath him and no means to fight him off, he clearly saw no reason to rush. And he was right. No one would hear you, and those who could, wouldn’t care. You wondered if your sister went through something similar, or if he simply drained her dry like nothing more than cattle. The thought brought forth more tears, and Walt heard you.

“Hush now,” he purred, kissing your cheeks. “Everything is out in the open with us.”

You felt his nails digging into your thigh as he forced it along his waist, hips pressing against yours repeatedly. He slid in and out of you with ease, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you fought back a moan.

“No more secrets, and no more lies.”

He talked as if they had been little white lies instead of the murder of your sister and his true nature. He laved his tongue against your neck, tasting the excess blood before biting you again. You gasped, wrists sore from his tight hold, eyes open and focused on the ceiling now. He hummed into your skin before moving his mouth downwards.

When his teeth sank into your breast, you weren’t able to hold it in anymore. A shaky moan escaped your lips, followed by a stronger one, and you clenched around him. He moaned too, pulling his head away before pressing open mouthed kisses along your skin. Every thrust made you shake, and the tears that escaped now, you didn’t know if they were from pain or pleasure.

This man was the devil.

He was making you feel things that you didn’t want to feel. He was forcing sounds out of you that you didn’t even know was possible, and you hated him all the more for it. He was your sister’s killer…and he was fucking you like his life depended on it. You didn’t know if you’d live to see tomorrow, or if you’d even live to see the next 30 minutes. A large part of you didn’t want to.

After all, he was the reason you were alone in the world, and you silently prayed that the next time he sank his fangs into you, he’d just drain you dry.

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spinningwebsandtales · 7 months

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Imagine Dancing In The Moonlight With Walter

Walter DeVille X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, scary images

Word Count: 822

(A/N:) This was an idea I had last year for Halloween but ran out of time. So I thought I would keep it for this year. And I’m glad I did. I enjoyed The Invitation movie and I can’t turn away a good vampire movies as they’re my favorite monsters. So I hope my fellow Walter fangirls will enjoy this little thing I wrote. Happy Halloween everyone and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Sleep seemed to slip from your grasp as you laid in the extravagant bed that you were borrowing. Moonlight peeking through the slits in the heavy curtains, teasing you with the idea of a calming walk through the gardens. Frustration won over as you shoved the warm blankets off. Tightening the robe around your middle and slipping into your shoes, you quietly made your way outside. No servants moved through the darkened house as you made it to the front door. On silent hinges it opened, letting you escape from your stifling prison into the garden of twinkling lights. A party was going to be held soon so Walter had the lawn crew working diligently at making sure the garden was a spectacle to behold. And they were succeeding as the illuminated garden took your breath away. Stepping under the ivy arch, your fingertips touched the lush leaves as flowers swayed in the crisp autumn breeze. You shivered involuntary, not at just the cold cutting through the thin robe you wore, but at the unshakable feeling of being watched. You were the only one awake as no one tried to stop you from leaving the house, or asked where you were going. You shook your head, plucking a smaller flower from a bush, chalking it up to some nighttime critter watching.

Further into the garden, it became more evident it was going to be a glorious wonderland as soon as the garden crew were done. With a gorgeous fountain in the middle, singing it’s song as the water trickled into the base. Surrounded by angel statues and various healthy plants of all colors and sizes. Ivies, Roses, Petunias, Lilys of every color. You couldn’t count all the kinds as the various different flowers would take all night and most of the next day just to see them all. The floral fragrances tickling your nose.

You walked around a little bit further into the garden before your feet started to grow tired. You spotted a gazebo covered in Morning Glories and white sparkling lights woven through the wooden slats. You stepped while taking a look at your surroundings as the intensity of being watched stiffened your shoulders and sent your heart racing. You sat down uneasily, looking at your surroundings as the beauty of the garden was quickly replaced by a haunting atmosphere. The statues quickly becoming distorted in the shadows, the roses beginning to look like they were bleeding. and you swore you saw something dart between the bushes. Rubbing at your shivering shoulders, your gaze darted back and forth landing on a pair of blood red eyes glowing from the ivy. You yelped leaping from the wooden seat you had sat upon, bringing yourself in the middle of the gazebo turning around and around trying to spy the thing that was hunting you now. Walter had warned you to stay inside at night, but the garden’s temptation lured you out despite his warnings. Now you were regretting it. You bit back a whimper, praying Walter would rescue you from your mistake.

“Walter,” you whispered.

“(Y/n),” his voice spoke behind you.

You jumped at his icy touch, making him chuckle.

“What are you doing outside,” he asked while turning you towards him.

You sheepishly played with the laces of your robe, “I couldn’t sleep and the garden looked so pretty outside my window. I really wanted to look at all the lights and flowers.”

“I told you it’s dangerous, my dear.”

“I know,” you blurted. “I couldn’t help it.”

Walter only grinned, his hand trailing down your arm until he came to your hand. Sliding his fingers across your palm, you shivered at the touch while he brought your digits to his warm lips. He kissed them diligently before nipping at your thumb. You yelped at the sudden sharp pain as he shushed you lovingly, licking at the little bubble of blood.

“Sorry I play a little rough with my toys,” he purred.

You didn’t have a moment to reply when he started humming out loud, drawing you nearer to his sturdy body and forcing your other hand on his shoulder before wrapping his other arm around your waist. He waltzed you delicately underneath the gazebo’s roof, still humming loud enough to echo off the wood. You laughed enjoying yourself, looking at the lights whirling around while you two danced. You looked back down your gaze landing on Walter as he continued you both through the dance. His once warm eyes turned a deep red that could make blood jealous. He noticed your terror and grinned viciously, revealing sharp elongated fangs.

He leaned in close his mouth coming to your ear holding you to where you couldn’t run in terror, “I told you the garden was dangerous at night, my dear lovely bride.”

You fought him trying to get away from the man you no longer recognized before you fainted in terror.

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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Eternity (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)

Summary — Walt’s jealousy shines through.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ There’s something about this man that really makes me want to write smut; mentions of vampirism (including biting, blood, etc.); mentions of jealousy; cursing; Google Translate is a gem (Latin... because, well, vampires).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,558. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Translations for Latin words and phrases are at the end of this work. ➳ Special thanks to Yoshino for brainstorming this idea with me. You’re one in a million!

His gaze burned into you, dark and brooding.

Walt’s lips were drawn into a line, sealed closed in an effort to hide his annoyance. He tightly clutched the champagne glass in his hand. Next to him, Viktoria cast amused glances between the two of you with a smirk. Lucy, however, was entertaining guests, far too busy to notice the tension.

“He’s quite handsome,” mocked Viktoria, ignoring the way Walt’s sharp glare snapped to her.

“Must you make me angrier than I already am?”

Viktoria chuckled in response to his question. Other than that, she remained silent, nursing her own drink as she went to join Lucy. If he wanted to wallow in misery, then she would let him.

Walt’s eyes returned to you. The man standing before you was some tall, aristocratic stranger. With blond hair and a perfectly fitted suit, the man had been brought along by the Billingtons. And while Walt hadn’t even spoken to him all evening, he hated him.

He watched as the man brought a smile to your face with what Walt assumed to be foolish jokes. The distance between the two of you was miniscule. Tugging at the thin strap of your dress, you meet Walt’s gaze over your shoulder.

Walt could feel heat rising within himself as a smirk made its way onto your lips. He shook his head at you with narrowed eyes, but that only made your grin widen. You gave your husband a once-over before returning your attention to the stranger.

Walt had never been good at hiding his jealousy. You, meanwhile, had always been the wife who enjoyed testing his patience the most. You knew what you were doing to him.

And as his champagne glass developed a small crack within his tight grip, Walt decided it was time to adjust that arrogant façade of yours.

He put the glass aside, shoved a hand deep into his pocket, and moved in your direction. His other hand corrected his tie before trailing along your back, drawing your focus to him just as his palm came to rest upon your shoulder.

“I need your help with something, my love,” he said, fully ignoring the unknown man. “Come with me?”

He tightly squeezed your shoulder. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying your best to feign innocence with a tilt of the head. You quickly bid the Billingtons’ guest goodbye and allowed yourself to be led away.

The cool breeze of night wasn’t the only thing that sent shivers along your spine. Rounding a corner, you gasped as Walt shoved you against the manor’s stone wall.

“Foeda meretrix!” he sneered, towering over you with sinister intent. “You think you can fool me with your tricks?”

To a stranger, the situation might have appeared concerning. The lord of the manor pinning his lover against a wall, hidden deep within the shadows, with an angry expression on his face. To you, however, your position was anything but.

“It seems that I already have,” you shrugged. “You’re here, aren’t you? Or should I return to my previous company? He was so entertaining.”

Walt paused. His eyes narrowed at your carefree attitude, irritated by the sly grin that spread across your lips. In a flash, his fangs were bared and his chest was pressed flush against your own.

He breathed deeply, taking in your scent as his nose traced over your skin. You bit your lip and closed your eyes when he released a low groan. His hands were pressed against the wall, leaving your body trapped in his embrace.

“Entertainment? Is that all he provided?” he chuckled.

One of his hands placed itself beneath your jaw and slowly tilted your head to the side. He then began trailing kisses along your exposed neck, allowing you to feel the scrape of his threatening fangs.

“Think of what I have given you.”

His other hand trailed along the wall. You couldn’t stop a quiet gasp from escaping you when it wrapped around your body. Walt grinned through his kisses as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped themselves around him as well, one of them weaving itself into his dark hair and tugging harshly.

“And what’s that?”

He paused again. The smile on his lips was evident in his tone as he whispered, “Aeternum.”

“You can speak your dead language all you want,” you huffed, nearly rolling your eyes as he continued applying kisses to your skin. “I still have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Eternity,” he cooed, translating so that you could understand. “It will be you and me.”

Your mouth fell open and your grip dug into his clothing. The feeling of blood cascading along your neck took you by surprise. Walt usually wouldn’t bite you so soon in moments like this. You loved to watch him become desperate.

His hips grinded against your own, allowing you to feel the way his pants strained around him. You quickly got to work on freeing him from his layers. Your back arched as he continued indulging himself on your blood, both of his hands pulling you as close as possible.

Walt’s tie was the first thing to disappear, falling to the ground, before you began to unbutton his shirt. Your hands then began exploring the expanse of his torso. He groaned, finally ripping his fangs from your flesh. He tried to soothe the wound with his tongue while he took off his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Tam dulcis,” he muttered. “Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...”

Slowly, you kissed down the length of his neck, ignoring his mumbles. Walt’s hands rested upon your shoulders, unsure of where to put them as your affection traveled down his chest and stomach. He watched with hooded eyes as you kneeled before him. You tugged at his clothing and freed him from his constraints.

His head tilted back and his mouth fell open in pleasure. His large hands landed on your temples, searching for a way to help your movements. Walt groaned at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thick cock.

His fingers grasped at you. With a sharp thrust, his cock hit the back of your throat. Your eyes widened in surprise and your hands quickly gripped his thighs as he took control.

Walt’s thrusts were rough. Not to mention, you were sure that every guest could hear his loud, pleasured moans.

You gagged with every thrust of his hips, barely able to keep up with him. His balls slapped against your chin. Tears welled in your eyes from lack of air.

Walt could feel warmth building within him. His hips stuttered. With a final thrust, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat, pressing your nose against his warm skin.

You slapped at his thighs, gagging and aching to breathe again. Walt’s eyes rolled back as he held you against him until his pleasure finally hit its peak.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His cum shot down your throat in bursts. You swallowed as best as you could before he let you pull away. His hands remained on your temples as you gasped for air. He panted heavily, staring down at you and stroking your skin with the pads of his thumbs.

Slowly, he ventured to where your hands rested against his thighs. His fingers grasped at your wrists, tugging you to stand once more. He placed your arms around his neck. Your fingers immediately delved into his soft hair.

His lips met yours in a rough kiss. Meanwhile, his hands busied themselves with hiking up your dress. Your grip on him tightened as he came to a pause. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the space between you.

With his fangs out and pupils blown wide, he grinned darkly, “No underwear? So you planned this?”

He moved closer, trapping you between his strong body and the stone wall of the manor. His sharp fangs grazed over your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers delving into you.

Walt smirked when he felt how wet you had become. While his fingers pumped in and out of your center, his thumb massaged your clit. He watched as your expression shifted into one of pleasure. His eyes examined the open wound he had created on your neck earlier, smirking to himself in amusement.

You whined as his fingers left your aching center. However, you didn’t have time to complain before Walt lifted one of your legs around his waist. Your eyes quickly followed his downcast gaze.

You bit your lip in anticipation at the sight before you. Walt’s free hand stroked his cock. The tip leaked with precum, swollen and red. A prominent vein made its own appearance along the side.

And with your legs spread, you were his for the taking.

The tip of his cock met your slick. His lips collided with yours in another kiss as he finally breached your entrance. His forehead landed against your shoulder, mouth agape as he panted at the feeling of you clenching around him.

His fingertips ran over your thigh while his free hand came to rest on your back. His sharp claws were almost digging into your skin. He bared his fangs as his jaw clenched.

“Hoc maturum cunnum...” he muttered, groaning as he kissed your neck. “Fuck, you feel wonderful, my love.”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to let out a loud cry, “Oh!”

Walt’s skin met yours with every slow, rough thrust. He couldn’t resist the urge to sink his fangs into your flesh once more. You could feel blood trailing over your skin as he drank your metallic taste with deep moans.

As he took in the taste of you, Walt felt his self control slowly slipping away. His claws finally pierced your skin, creating wounds that would need some attention later. He was aglow with sweat beneath the manor’s outside lighting.

You took pleasure in his animalistic nature. His grunts and moans were music to your ears. Your hands weaved through his hair, tugging sharply. The sound of skin against skin rang through the air. His thrusts left you gasping for air.

“Walt!” you moaned. “Please!”

He ripped his fangs away from your neck. Instead, he glared into your eyes, lips stained red as his pace only grew faster. The manor’s stone wall was harshly scratching against your back each time he shoved himself back into you.

“You know, I wonder if all those people can hear you take my cock,” he chuckled, still panting as he pressed himself closer. “Do you think they can hear you beg for it?”

His strokes were growing sloppy. Heat was pooling within you. His words had only made your folds become more slick. The thought of Walt’s guests overhearing your sensual encounter made everything feel more intense.

“I’m sure that pathetic excuse for ‘entertainment’ wishes that he were in my place right now,” he continued. “How does it feel? Knowing that everyone can hear you, my sweet, precious wife, being nothing but a cocksleeve for me?”

“Walt—!”

“Walt! Oh, please, Walt!” he mocked, laughing at your desperation. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me!”

It was so hard to concentrate with his hips still pounding against you. Yet, you still found the capability to respond, “Yes! Yes, I’m yours! All yours!”

“Fucking perfect for me,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Cum with me, my love!”

You nodded, panting with a slack-jawed expression. A wave of pleasure washed over you. Shivers made their way along your spine as you came around your husband’s cock.

Walt’s eyes traveled downwards. He grinned as he watched your wetness gush around him. Biting his lip, he shoved his hips firmly against you, holding you in place as he painted your walls white.

His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled out. You could feel his thick release pouring out of you. You quickly gripped at the fabric of his shirt, head tilting back and whimpers escaping into the night air.

Walt had taken his cock into one of his hands with an arrogant smile. He slapped the mushroom-shaped head against your entrance, listening to your quiet pleas. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he came to a realization.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, softly kissing your temple. “Adhuc dura sum.”

You whined, “Walt—”

“Turn around.”

His demand was quickly followed by his hand finally releasing your thigh. He grasped your ribcage, twirling you away from him. Your eyes met the manor’s stone wall. Your hands pressed against the rough exterior, searching for some semblance of balance since Walt clearly wasn’t done with you.

The bottom of your skirt was quickly shoved up and out of his way. He then hit your bare skin with a loud SMACK! Upon hearing your surprised yelp, he rubbed his large palm over the area and kissed your shoulder as an apology.

He reached down to grasp his swollen cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning at the feeling of the head repeatedly slapping against your clit. With his lips trailing over your skin, you could feel Walt’s smile growing as he listened to your pleasured sounds.

As soon as he buried himself within you for the second time, he began thrusting at an almost overwhelming pace. He held onto your sides and used his harsh grip to tug you back and forth on his cock. His hips collided with your backside with every thrust. You were that there would be bruises on your flesh by the next morning.

You could barely keep up with him. Sweat trickled along your skin, despite how cool the nighttime air was. Walt panted heavily, hunched over you, seeking another climax.

Although he was still hard, both of you were still sensitive from the previous round. Walt gritted his teeth, eyes focused on where he was pounding into you from behind. He was practically rearranging your insides.

You could feel another orgasm building within you. There was no way his guests couldn’t hear the two of you at this point. Not with the loud cries of pleasure that escaped your throat, despite any efforts to contain them. Not to mention, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the dark.

Cock twitching and aching within you, Walt growled, “Take it, darling! I’m cumming! Take all of me!”

Another climax took over his body. As his release flooded into your tight walls, your own orgasm followed suit. Walt grinned as you came over his thick cock. His thrusts slowed, though he continued to fuck his load into you, desperate to have you dripping with his cum.

He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you away from the wall. Your back was flush against his chest. His lips trailed kisses over the available skin of your neck.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you suddenly felt his thrusts building up once more. Your hands tightly wrapped around his. He was grinning against you as his pace began to slowly increase.

Twitching from overstimulation and laughing quietly, you muttered, “Walt! Wasn’t that enough? How long are we going to keep this up?”

“It’s like I said, my love,” he chuckled, hips grinding heavily into your backside, “eternity will be you and me...”

Latin Translations, In Order of Use: ➳ “Foeda meretrix!” — “Foul whore!” ➳ “Aeternum.” — “Eternity.” ➳ “Tam dulcis... Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...” — “So sweet... You always taste so sweet for me...” ➳ “Hoc maturum cunnum...” — “This ripe cunt...” ➳ “Adhuc dura sum.” — “I’m still hard.”

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princessbettina · 1 year

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Tulips 🌷Walter Deville x Fem!Reader-The Invitation

Summary: You go about your day each week, doing the things in which you enjoy (garden work outside in the garden you own in the cottage house you have) and even taking care of the mini farm in which you have that’s located across your cottage home) when one day, he sees you from a little bit away, he can’t take his eyes off you, that’s when he becomes your new secret admirer. He (aka Walter Deville) starts leaving little gifts for you in your garden that you take note of and one day, the time you and Walter meet brings a few surprises that you certainly didn’t expect in your life.

(A/N: This was originally going to be writen as a Female OC character paired with Walter story, but I changed my mind and thought writing it as y/n reader paired with Walter looked better. Y/N is the main female lead in this.

Also, there's a lot of use of the words "darling" and "my love" included in this. Mini warning as it gets a little intense towards the middle, but nothing spicy or violent happens.

This is similar to @bi-bard 's work on here. After reading her's, I got inspired to write my own version, or something similar. I love the one she wrote!

By no means, is this a remake or copy of her's. The one I wrote is inspired by the one she wrote.

I aplogize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this.

I hope you all enjoy <3)

🌷

It was always bright and sunny. No rain or cloud ever filled the sky, and when it did it was still peaceful to say the least. Each day of every week was pretty much the same. I would go to school, theatre school that is, then to work, and finally back home to my lovely cottage home. With everyday being beautiful outdoors, I took the opportunity to continue my garden work, which I became very passionate about.

My garden was filled with mainly flowers. From sunflowers to roses that perfectly lined up in a delicate row as one all around the garden.

A few steps away from my garden was my mini farm that did in fact have a couple animals living in it. A golden baby chick that was always waddling around, one pretty pink piglet, and a goose with fur white as snow.

Those animals were almost like my children. I adored taking care of them. That is exactly what I did every day when I came home from a busy day out each week.

🌷

It was a new week when I had come back home from being at school and then work. I stepped outside to water the flowers in the garden when I began to feel as though I was being watched.

“I’m feeling someone’s presence, but there’s literally no one around me” I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows as I quickly glanced all around and behind me and even straight ahead, outside the wooden gate that separated my home from the other half, that lead to the hills and empty fields that lead to more beautiful emptiness in the cottage atmosphere in which I was in.

Not thinking much of it, I shook it off, shaking my head briefly and then returned to my garden work and then headed over to my farm to greet my lovely animal friends.

Unbeknownst to me, as I was walking to the farm, that’s when the same presence recurred again. A little ways away from the farm and my house, there he was. Kneeling down and hiding behind a tree that was next to the cobblestone filled pathway that anyone could walk on, passing through the neighborhood.

He studied my every move from when I glided out of my garden and over to my farm and then walked into it. I had no clue there was a person there.

The person who hid behind the tree liked what he was seeing and wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t exactly know how to make the move and strike up a conversation with me. A sudden idea came to his mind and quickly disappeared to wherever he lived, knowing just what to do to get my attention, hopefully.

🌷

The next day rolled around and as soon as I got home and into my garden, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. Moving closer to it, I raised my eyebrow from curiosity when I saw a small golden key that looked like it could open a door, with a few tulips attached to it. I gently picked up the key and tulips and examined it for a few minutes in my hands.

“Why is there a key with tulips attached to it? This is difficult to understand" I asked myself.

Shrugging it off again, I walked back inside to my cottage home where I gently unwrapped the tulips from the key and placed them in a vase filled with water, letting them grow and show off their beauty in the inside of my home.

"Wow, that actually is really pretty." I thought to myself as I examined the tulips in the vase that was sitting atop my dining room table.

The day was finished and soon another began. I opened my door and glanced down and saw a small pile of tulips waiting for me to take them in.

I widened my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand as I quickly knelt down to pick up the flowers.

"What is happening here? This is starting to become creepy." I whispered to myself as I glanced down at the flowers quickly before looking around to see if someone nearby would confess that they sent the flowers.

No one was around. Great!

Quickly, I put the new set of flowers in the same vase with the first three and then headed to school and work for the day.

"It could be a quick mistake that the mailman made. Mix Ups in delivery are a common mistake that are easily fixable. Yes! That's gotta be it" I thought to myself while being at school.

This mysterious tulip situation was all that I could think about and focus on.

Nothing else. This was becoming an overwhelming distraction that I needed to stop thinking about.

I had to either find out who's behind this or put an end to it soon.

Hopefully the mysterious person would confess sooner rather than later.

🌷

It was when I got home for the night when I noticed yet another thing that caught my eye right on the steps of my home.

Reaching my front steps, I knelt down and picked up this letter and with it were more tulips. Of course.

Furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion as I began to read and try to understand the letter in which it read the following, "Greetings Y/N, you are cordially invited to the New Carfax Abbey manor to meet Walter Deville, the lord of the manor. He has taken an interest in meeting you. If you accept, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Transportation will be provided. Best wishes.

P.s. bring the gold key"

I shook my head in slight disbelief. How was all of this happening so fast? I felt a sudden thrill because I knew I would soon find out and meet the one who sent the tulips. Whoever this Walter person is.

I couldn't help but giggle when the letter mentioned bringing the key, "I was wondering what the key was about."

I went inside and then proceeded to do my fun hobbies outdoors and took care of my animal friends.

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The day in which I had been waiting for had arrived. I looked out my window, pacing back and forth, kind of impatiently as I waited for my source of transportation. Whatever vehicle it would be.

Holding the gold key in my hands, a sudden knock on my front door was heard. I gasped softly and quickly scurried to the door and opened it and saw an older man standing a few feet away from my door.

"Are you miss Y/N, L/N?" The older man asked in a neutral, calm tone of voice and emotion.

"Yes, that is me, in the flesh. Are you Walter Deville?" I questioned quickly as the older man shook his head briefly.

"No. I'm the butler of the manor. You can call me Mr. Field. I've worked with Walter for many years." Mr. Field introduced briefly.

I nodded slightly.

"Come along now. Walter is expecting your arrival and wouldn't want to keep him waiting too much longer." Waved Mr.Field as he turned around and walked back to the black old fashioned Cadillac.

I quickly locked up my home and then followed suit to the car, thanking Mr. Field as he held open the car door for me as I got in.

Moments later, the drive to the manor began. My eyes loved and enjoyed the outdoor sights as we got closer to the manor. My heart beamed with excitement as we passed a few flower gardens that stood out in the green grassy open fields.

I got so wrapped up in the excitement of the flowers that I didn't realize we had arrived at the manor. Mr. Field helped escort me out of the car and seconds later, I found myself in awe while looking up at the manor that I stood before.

"Wow. This place is incredible" I whispered to myself, while admiring its beauty and mysteriousness for as much as I could before my thoughts of admiration were interrupted.

"Miss Y/N, I introduce to you the lord of the manor, Walter Deville." Announced Mr. Field as he motioned an arm to the man who walked down the steps and over to me with smooth, delicate, and quick steps who just so happened to be Walter Deville himself.

Walter was definitely not who I expected, but it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "Thank you, Mr. Field for the introduction. I'll take it from here." Walter kindly said to Mr. Field as he quickly nodded his head and bowed and scurried away, leaving it to just be Walter and I.

"You must be Y/N? It's an honor to finally meet you" Said Walter as he smiled brightly. I smiled back, trying not to blush.

"That's me. It's nice to meet you too, Walter"

"Oh, please you can call me Walt, dear" Walt winked and smiled more. I widened my eyes and nodded. "Oh, why of course. It's nice to meet you, Walt"

Him and I smiled at each other for a few seconds more, the blush and heat growing on my face more and more. Walt then held out his arm and motioned for me to take his arm in mine, "Come along, dear. I think it's appropriate to show you a tour of the manor. I think you'll love it"

I smiled and wrapped my arm into his and followed his lead as we made it into the manor. The manor was even more breathtaking on the inside as well on the outside. Classic works of art or paintings that looked like art were displayed perfectly all throughout the manor.

Followed by this was a large beautiful cobblestone grand staircase that I found myself barely having time to really admire as I found Walt guiding me up the staircase and through a pathway that led to different rooms.

Walt showed me every room possible, from the kitchen to the grand library, which I thought was incredible.

As we were walking through the large open hallways, Walt glanced down at me and smiled softly, "I would be honored if you told me about yourself."

Glancing up at him, I smiled too and then gently shook my head, leaning it forward just a bit, "Oh okay. Uhmm, what would you like to know?"

"Anything. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Hobbies of any sort?" Walt replied, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he continued to look at me.

I giggled and blushed, looking away from him briefly to relax my face. "Well, I enjoy performing, you know acting in plays, becoming characters that you normally would never be in reality." I firstly mentioned, looking back over at Walt as he remained quiet but was eager for me to continue talking.

"I guess I've always had a strong passion for performing ever since I was younger and being in my first play in school, Really helped set that goal for me. I should also mention that being outdoors, gardening in particular. I've always enjoyed planting flowers ever since I was child. It's another passion of mine if you will" I smiled more as I finished my long answer about myself.

Walt smiled as he nodded his head, showing me that he was listening. "Lovely answers, darling. It's refreshing to see those passions within you. Speaking of gardens, if you look out this window you'll see the manor garden out there. Please feel free to use it any time you wish."

My smile grew and grew as the excitement in me increased. I was becoming more and more speechless.

"I can assure you that there are plenty of tulips in the garden waiting for you, darling" Said Walt, with another charming wink my way.

I widened my eyes and gasped softly after putting the pieces of the days and even weeks before together. With the mysterious gold key to the tulips always showing up at my house.

Walt was the one who sent them.

"H-how did you know? Wait, you were the one who sent them? You sent the tulips, didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly.

Walt chuckled once more and nodded, "You are absolutely right, darling. I did send you those things."

"I honestly never would have guessed. But why did you send them, Walt?" I asked softly as I gently crossed my arms in a neutral way, staring back at Walt.

"I happened to be in your neighborhood and let's just say that you caught my eye but I didn't know how to talk to you before that, so sending the tulips was my way of communicating. I knew you'd like them. Any flower really. You can say that I was your secret admirer" Said Walt, smiling even more brightly than before.

How was any of the things I'm hearing coming out of his mouth possible? My mind couldn't comprehend the fact that I did in fact have a first secret admirer. Growing up, that was something I struggled with not having. I wasn't the type that people crushed on or liked me back if I felt that way towards them.

Learning to accept that fact was indeed a hard pill to swallow, but over time, I got used to it. Knowing that Walt (maybe) had a crush on me, sent shock waves all through my body of adrenaline.

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On the next (last) stop in our tour, I found myself raising my eyebrow in slight confusion as Walt and I stood in front of a door in which I had no clue as to what was behind it.

Walt turned around and glanced at me for a second, taking both my hands into his, "May I have the key please, darling?" He kindly asked while pursing his lips slightly that fell into a smirk.

Getting lost in his beautiful and mysterious expressions and features, I nodded quickly while stumbling out for words. I removed one of my hands from his briefly to retrieve the key that was in my pocket.

After handing it to him, he let go of my hand to turn and face the door as he inserted the key into the door in which it just so happened to unlock the room.

Brilliant.

Walt quickly glanced at me once more while unlocking the door, smirking that instantly caused me to blush. I giggled and my eyes fell to the ground for a moment, then back up when Walt held the door open for me, leading me inside.

The room was pitch black for a few moments, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows and my heart rate to increase slightly because I could'nt see a thing, that's how dark it was, "What is this place, Walt?" I asked out loud, hoping Walt would respond.

"You'll see, darling." Walt replied with a small giggle. A faint whooshing noise was heard and suddenly there was light in the entire room which revealed what the room was.

Seeing the audience chairs and large stage took my breath away. I knew exactly where we were, what this room was as I instantly loved it. I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you like it?" Walt asked softly, smiling at me. I quickly nodded and continued to smile back at him.

"Yes. Yes I do. It's magnificent. You have an auditorium fit for performers like me and fit for hosting performances in your mansion"

Walt chuckled at my reaction, "I had a strong feeling you might be pleased with it. You are always more than welcome to use it anytime, darling"

I smiled at the sound of that. A silence was heard for a few brief moments, until I heard Walt begin to speak again.

"What drew you to performing?"

I looked up at him and smiled, as my mind raced quickly to think of an answer that wouldn't sound boring or repetitive to him. "Oh uhmm, I guess ever since being in grade school and taking the drama classes there and being in the drama club really sparked my interest. Being on that stage alongside my friends as we pretended to be characters that we're usually not was a lot of fun for me." I said softly while smiling, my heart began to race, hoping that I didn't say too much to Walt.

He smiled and nodded his head while still looking at me, "Good answer. I think it brought a lot of happiness to your friends that you feel that way."

I nodded too while chuckling. "You're too kind. I really appreciate that, Walt."

"This auditorium, along with the garden is yours, darling. Everything in the manor here is yours. I hope I'll someday get to see you perform." Stated Walt as he playfully smirked again, causing me to blush uncontrollably.

"Perhaps you could even teach me how to perform." Walt suggested, which made me furrow my eyebrows in a playful way as a giggle escaped my lips.

"You really want acting lessons from me? I mean, I could give it a try,but I'm not an acting coach" I giggled playfully while clasping my hands together while looking at Walt.

"You and I just met, taking lessons from a complete stranger isn't ideal. Besides I don't think I'm very good at performing anyway" I admitted, slowly turning my head away from him for a second.

Walt shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think that's true. Give it time, I'm sure you'll feel like you and I have known each other a lot longer. You shouldn't doubt yourself on something you're passionate about. Please for me?" Walt said with softness in his voice.

I turned back to face him and blushed after hearing everything he just told me. I had no idea what to say. I glanced down at the floor for a moment, then back at Walt.

"I think that can be arranged, Walt. But I am curious though, why do you have this beautifully built performing auditorium if you don't use it?" I asked curiously. Walt pursed his lips playfully again.

"If you can believe this, when I was child, I too was a big fan of the arts. That goes for all art forms like painting, pottery, musical, and theatre. There was one instance where I found myself standing on a stage alone like this one here," Walt motioned over to the stage that was a few steps away from us.

"There was no crowd but seeing the empty chairs and imagining what an actual crowd of people would be like for me made me fascinated in that art form. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't good at performing, my skills weren't there. I know yours are though, that's why I want you to teach me, darling" Said Walt, as he gently grabbed hold of my hands and led me to the middle of the stage, where he and I leaned against, standing next to one another.

Hearing everything that Walt said made my heart flutter. I think I was starting to fall more for Walt. I hope he will be there to catch me when I make my final leap.

"All of what you said is extremely heartwarming, Walt. I want to teach you, but we still literally met today. Wouldn't you want to get to know me for a bit longer? You know, for a few more days at least?" I asked while fiddling with my fingers as Walt chuckled softly.

"Within these few hours of spending with you has made me already feel like we both know each other. Can't you feel the connection, darling?" He asked in a soft tone while slowly leaning towards me.

I could start to feel my face start to burn from blush when he got closer to me. All I could do was nod my head, my mind was spinning. What was Walt doing? Was what I thought going to happen next?

"Y-yes I think I'm starting to feel it, Walt. I think I've come to the conclusion that you're really great." I smiled as my eyes glanced down at the ground for a second. My eyes picked back up when I felt Walt's hands gently on top of my cheeks, causing me to blush once more.

"I also think you're really great too, darling." Walt softly replied as his hands gently caressed my face, his thumb gently rubbed against one part of my face, causing my heart to beat extremely fast.

Walt kept leaning forward, the tips of our noses touched as his lips were centimeters away from mine. "May I kiss you, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded my head and felt my heart want to leap out of my chest.

"Yes" I quickly whispered. Walt closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine, kissing me which I had never ever experienced before. I wanted this magical feeling to last for as long as possible. This wasn't what I expected to feel as my first kiss, but it was one that I was head over heels for, instantly loving it, trying to hold onto the feeling forever.

As the kiss deepened, Walt had gently rested his hand atop of my arm when I felt what felt like him poking and pinching my arm and the skin around it. I gently pulled away from the kiss and gasped softly after feeling the pinching.

"Hey? What was that for?" I hissed while grabbing hold of my upper arm and then furrowed my eyebrows up at Walt.

"I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to do that on purpose. I guess I got too ahead of myself there." He admitted with a slight chuckle. His hands were holding mine briefly.

Taking one of his hands, I lifted it up and examined it as my eyes widened when I saw and studied these bright red monster-like claws that took over his human fingernails. What was going on here?

I furrowed my eyebrows once more up at Walt as I still held his hand, "W-what are these, Walt?"

Walt took a deep breath as he looked straight into my eyes, "Now, my love please believe me when I say it's nothing to worry about. Not even to be afraid of either. I can reassure you that I will never use them to hurt you in any way." His hand is still holding mine.

I tried slowly backing out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Acknowledging my attempt to escape, Walt remained calm as his thumb rubbed against the top of my wrist, hoping that would calm me down.

Of course it did.

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I would have fought more but I had no idea what Walt was capable of and I really didn't want to get on his bad side. Taking a few deep breaths as I relaxed in his touch. My mind began to spin again. I had no idea what to think of it all.

My body was filling up with both fear and adrenaline, like heavy waves of water crashing along the shore rapidly.

"Are you afraid, my love?" Walt asked quietly. I glanced up at him while shaking my head, "I'm not afraid. Of course not."

Walt gently let go of my hand, which allowed me to pull back and hold on it with my other hand, near my chest.

"Y/n" Walt began with a calm but stern tone while walking to the other side of me and the stage.

"I can sense a little bit of fear in you. You don't have anything to fear, I am not going to hurt you. You are going to be just fine with me, under my protection, darling."

There was a slight pause, I was still trying to understand it all. Nothing was ringing any familiar bell in my brain. Walt and I locked eyes with one another, "What are you?" I asked in a soft whisper.

Walt leaned towards me for a moment while smirking, and that's when I could feel the heat grow on my face just a little bit again, the same as before the secrets were revealed.

"Why don't I just show you,darling." Walt quickly replied and smirked a little bit more for a moment, which then turned into him opening his mouth, revealing and showing his two pointed and sharp vampire fangs.

The heat on my face grew when my eyes saw his fangs. I covered my mouth with my hand for a brief moment.

"Y-you're a vampire?" I asked in a soft tone. Walt smirked again while closing his mouth and nodded.

My whole life I've always been fascinated with the concept of vampires. But that was always in stories and films. I was told that vampires don't exist.

Man, was I wrong! But I think it's horrifyingly cool in reality.

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"My love, you're a part of the family now. I strongly believe that one day, very soon, you'll be a vampire like me, too." Asserted Walt as he gently held my hands once more. I widened my eyes and was taken back by the powerful statement he said.

"I'm sorry what? Me, be a vampire like you?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows up at Walt as he simply nodded at me once more.

I shook my head in disapproval, "I think this is all amazing and breathtaking, Walt but I don't think I have what it takes to be a vampire. I'm so sorry." I pulled my hands away from him and began to walk towards the auditorium doors. Walt stood where he was, watching me walk away with slight worry in his eyes.

I only made it inches away from fully exiting when I was stopped right in front of Mr. Field. "Oh, hi again Mr. Field. Would it be alright if you took me home now?" I asked, hoping he would follow through.

Mr. Field shook his head, "Apologizes Miss Y/n, but I am unable to do that request."

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my chest, fighting back and holding back my tears that I felt forming in my eyes. I slowly turned back around to see Walt, but he was gone.

I didn't hear or see him leave. This was confusing. Furrowing my eyebrows at the empty spot in which Walt stood once before, I quickly turned my head and body back towards the door, attempting to leave the auditorium when I gasped loudly.

"My love,please don't leave. This is your home now. I promise you my full protection. You are completely safe with me. I will not hurt you." Walt softly assured me as he magically appeared right in front of me, resting his hands on my arms that were held in front of me, fighting to not get too close to him.

"Please just listen to me. Please, darling" Walt cried out, getting me to stop and stand still, taking deep breaths as I looked into his eyes. He rested his hand atop of my shoulder.

"What about my home? My school and work? I have a family who I care about very much. I need to go back to them sometime soon" I questioned softly. My heart and mind burned while awaiting his response.

"Your family can visit you anytime. You don't have to say goodbye to them, darling. You don't have to say goodbye to that life. Everything will remain the same." Said Walt, reassuring me again. He began rubbing my shoulder with his thumb briefly.

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I closed my eyes once more and felt a few tears start to fall down my cheeks. I was totally overwhelmed by everything I was being told. I wanted to go through it, but I was terrified of the whole transformation process.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/n, it's okay. You're safe with me." Walt softly spoke against my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek.

His kiss on my cheek began to sooth my scared emotions down. I blushed as his lips remained on my cheek for a few brief moments, "I am being totally truthful and honest with you, my love. Please believe me. I wanted to tell you right away, instead of keeping it a secret and having you find out on your own." Walt admitted as he kissed my cheek once more before gently holding my chin with the tips of his fingers.

I continued to take deep breaths and nodded my head. I guess this is a childhood dream come true for me. Meeting a real vampire,falling in love with him, and becoming a vampire myself has always fascinated me.

What? It's true! Haha

All in all, I don't care about the secrets of what Walt is and what lies within the manor. All I truly care about is Walt and being with him everyday, and being under his wing.

I glanced up and into Walt's eyes as he looked into mine, a small smile began to show upon my face, "Walt. I thought about it and I changed my mind. I think being alongside you and being a vampire is okay to me. It's not so bad anymore. I'll stay, I promise."

Walt smiled brightly after hearing what I told him, "Yes? You will? That's wonderful, love. Thank you!" He pulled me in for a warm hug as I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder and blushed when I felt his lips kiss my neck gently.

From this happy and romantic time, Walt politely waved Mr. Field off, allowing him to leave and go about his business. He did just that, bowing before Walt and I and then exiting out of the auditorium.

"You are in complete and safe hands with me, like I previously mentioned. Oh and welcome home, my love." Said Walt as he winked my way, causing me to blush again. He then magically held out a tulip that he held behind his back and handed it to me.

I smiled and giggled softly as I took the tulip from him and thanked him for it by giving him a kiss on his cheek.

I swear I saw a tint of blush appear on his face that made my heart flutter with excitement. Oh what a thrilling time to be alive!

-the end!

I hope you all enjoyed my very first Walter 'Walt' Deville fanfic! It was tons of fun to write. There will be more of Walt to come from me soon, I promise! <3

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