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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.

#the invitation #walter deville #walter deville x reader #thomas doherty #thomas doherty x reader #vampire #fanfiction #smut

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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im having too much fun with this request

You huffed, hands reaching up to grab his biceps, squeaking as he rubbed his thigh against you. “Fuck” you huffed, letting your head fall back as Walter trailed his lips against your jaw and upper neck. His teeth grazed your skin and you whimpered, clutching onto his arms. He smirked against you, and hummed before his fangs punctured your skin; his arms wrapping around you as your blood flooded into his mouth, his body humming wonderfully as he ate for the first time since before his arrival.

He could tell you were enjoying this, your body humming with painful pleasure, your hips rocking against his thigh as he drank your blood, satisfying his own need while giving you a taste of your darkest desires.

#Walter Deville x reader #the invitation #Thomas doherty #smut fic

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tawneybel · 13 days

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Imagine walking in on Walt cranking it to your completely SFW social media selfies.

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zuhoscrumb · 2 years

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pray for me

#thomas doherty #the inventor’s apprentice #quinn app #smut

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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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[ OCTOBER 11TH ] NIPPLE PLAY - ALUCARD TEPES X fem! reader

synopsis; the great vampire, the son of dracula sees that you have wandered into his tower. he can't help but smell your delicious, sweet blood, he might need a taste. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, nipple play, blood play, biting, choking, unprotected sex, kinda dub-con, f!top & m!bottom, nicknames, wlw, vaginal sex, knife play, beta read!

note; so i was very much inspired by thomas doherty's vampire show? movie? idk i want to see it but havent. and i was rlly inspired by interview with the vampire. i love a vampire theme so much! and i hope you like this babes. remember to reblog, like and comment i would rlly appreciate it.

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step by step you trudged up the muddy hills, snuggling closer to your coat and hugging it to your body. breaking through and cutting between the howling of winds.

you were on a journey with a destination.

the destination? dracula’s castle.

the meaning for this trip was plain and simple. for a story. you were a journalist, wanting a taste of literature mixed with meaning. maybe this dracula was misunderstood. it was known that the commoners did kill his wife, that was his reason.

you nodded to yourself, remembering those facts. that could cause anyone to kill. a broken heart can make a man mad, so why should dracula be treated any differently.

in the distance was his castle. it was hard to track it down, you had kept tabs and studied its movements for months.

as you saw the high, victorian building, your heart started racing. this was the change of a lifetime. yes, it was your chance to get his story out and for him to finally have a voice.

you mediated for a moment on this decision. yes it was dangerous. you possibly could die but wasn’t that the thrill? the excitement of it all. the impossible.

it was decided.

knock.

you knocked on the monstrous door, heavy the feel, 5 times. each knock louder than the last.

but nobody answered.

“hmm, that’s odd. maybe there’s an opening in the back-” you pushed lightly on the door and it opened. it was, unlocked? but…that seemed too easy.

you entered the residence and closed the door behind you. the inside was warm but not inviting. the energy was something of evil. something to be feared.

a lump was in your throat, your hands held into fists.

you were on alert.

there was muffled music and talking. there was more than one voice.

“i thought i heard the door,” a man with a loud scottish accent said. “i wonder who it is.”

your eyes widened. should you hide?

“mmmm,” a woman hummed. her voice deep, dripping with sex appeal. “i can smell a human.”

in a flash, a group of vampires stood before you. the man with long red hair and a beard, and a woman with white, straight hair. chest puffed up, proud.

that feeling before adventure and risk, yeah, that flew out the window. what you saw in the eyes of these creatures was pure lust…for blood.

“please, i want no problems.” you surrendered, turning around and trying to leave but you realized you couldn’t. you were locked in, perhaps by a spell. “i am sorry for intruding.”

the white haired female vampire inched closer to you. her white hands reaching to caress your arms, causing goosebumps to litter your skin. “c’mon kitten, why don’t you play with us.” she smirked, “we don’t bite.”

you closed your eyes, waiting for the vampire bite as the vampire opened her mouth wide. ready to drink your blood.

“wait!” another vampire, supposedly, came down the stairs. his hair was long and golden like streams of sunshine. it laid elegantly over his shoulders. “what is the meaning of this?”

the female vampire chuckled darkly, “we have a meal right here. and she smells amazing. so sweet and delicious, it makes me want to be ravenous. i have never smelled anyone sweeter.”

the blonde vampire pushed her back and gave you a look of concern. “do not be afraid. stay. enjoy the party.” his voice was deep but carried a prince-like accent.

you made another decision. to run. you quickly dashed for the door again and tried prying it open. “help me! please someone help!”

again it didn’t work but not because of a spell it was because the blonde vampire shut it close as he pinned you against the door. you had tears falling down your face as you kept your eyes shut, fearful. you winced as the vampire laid himself on you, having you pressed against his chest. you turned your face in disgust as his lips ghosted over your neck, knowing the pulse there was the area to bite. it was the sweetest spot. the vampire smirked as his big hands gently touched your chin. he inhaled all your scent and shook his head, “no, no my dearest you mustn't leave.” he left a simple kiss upon your cheek. again he kissed there, loving how soft your skin felt under his rough lips. “shhhh.”

“i-i’m sorry,” you shook, lip quivering.

the vampire lifted your face and his eyes met yours. your e/c eyes looked up at him with pure innocence and curiosity but also fear. you looked into his orbs for answers, pleading.

the vampire couldn’t contain himself. his mouth opened slightly as he couldn't’ break away from your angelic eyes. how beautiful they were. he caught himself falling for you in that second. and then he breathed you in. your smell was causing him to see stars and wish he could have his way with you, just once would be a blessing.

he had to separate himself. he quickly stumbled back, having your scent stay in his nose, haunting him.

the other vampires looked at him with a raised brow. “is everything alright, alucard?”

alucard quickly composed himself, fixing his hair and his black corset. “get her prepared. this evening, she is yours, then the night…she is mine.”

the female vampire smirked, “alright love, let’s get you dressed up.”

‘i want her more than anyone.’ alucard thought, staring at you up and down as you went with camila.

“i can read your mind, you know,” camila crossed her arms. “maybe i want her, too.”

“there, all better.” camila winked at you as she put the finishing touches to your dress.

you accepted this. at least it was something you could write and you weren’t dead. “may i ask, what even is this? what is this party for?”

“it is just a vampire ball.”

you held your breath. a lump in your throat you couldn't swallow, “you mean to tell me, there are more vampires out there and i’m the only human.”

camila laughed, “unfortunately yes. and i am not to fond of sharing you but that fuckin alucard.”

“that vampire out front? the one i met?”

camila nodded, “ he said that no one is allowed to touch you or feast on you. you are his.”

your hands were shaking as you picked on your cuticles. afraid of the unknown. “i was wondering if maybe i could meet dracula.”

“he isn’t here at the moment,” camila put her hand on her hip, “but alucard is his son.”

“dracula’s son?” you were bewildered.

“the one and only. now, no time to waste. i will drop you off at alucard’s room. he is waiting.”

she did just that. you waited at his door, knocking lightly.

“excuse me, mr. alucard.”

the door opened quickly and on the other side, alucard leaned against the doorway, “just alucard, beautiful.” his voice was husky. his gloved hand, caressed your face. but that was when he took you all in. your eyeshadow was an ashy gray, like bones and your lips were painted a deep, dark red, like blood. you wore all black. a lacy corset that had your boobs spilled and you had an enormous slit in your skirt that he almost saw your cunt. you wore flower laced, fingerless gloves that reached all the way to your elbows. your boots were stilettos and were leather black. “what do you think?” you looked at yourself, unsure.

alucard thought to himself, ‘nothing in my past or future, i wanted to keep hidden. i wanted her to strip me, straddle me, laying me bare and plunder every part of me for anything she wanted. i wanted her to own me.’

you titled your head, wondering why he was silent.

alucard bit his lip, you were making him uncontrollable. “you look exceptionally beautiful. as beautiful as those stars and the moon. nothing will ever exceed you.”

you were flustered. trying to search for words, “you look handsome as well, vampire.”

alucard smiled, almost blushing. “you make me want to ravage you.”

“in this dress?” you almost choked from his words.

“it’s fine. i’ll just buy you a new one.” he gave a toothy grin. his fangs on display.

you knew what he meant. that sneaky bastard. he was going to rip your dress before he fucked you. was he going to fuck you?

you went hand in hand to the ball. he was your date. the moment he led you down the whimsical staircase, all beady, killer eyes were on you two, especially you.

“why are they looking at me?”

alucard towered over you. your back to his chest, “it is because they want you. but do not worry my dove, i will protect you at all cost.”

somehow you and alucard managed to match in outfits. it looked as if you two were always together, like the missing puzzle piece. you both fit.

you held his hand for most of the time. treating him as if he were your knight. you were so afraid but for some reason you trusted alucard. he was the only one that was truly nice to you and seemed genuine.

“do you mind if i go get some cake?” you asked him after a dance.

alucard stood, about to go with you but you persisted you go alone. “it is alright, alucard. i will be fine.”

alucard’s brows were raised, worried. “it is no bother my love. let me go-”

“i promise i will not leave.” alucard sat in front of you, his height now equal to yours standing. you smiled as your lips slowly landed upon his in a quick kiss. but it was perfect to him. your satin lips fell against his like silk, like pure butter. so soft and delectable. he wanted more of you.

like that, he let you go and saw you make your way to the dessert table.

you didn’t know why you kissed him, it just felt right. for some reason you were enjoying yourself and enjoying his company. when you caught him staring at you it brought butterflies to your stomach . your throat got dry. it was as if love at first sight. but maybe lust at first sight. everything was foggy to you. confusing. if felt like a dream.

“well, it seems the angel likes the devil,” camila giggled darkly, “i knew she would fall for you. irresistible charms.”

alucard's eyes dug into your form. he wanted ownership of you, he wanted you with him day in and day out. “look at her. i would die for her. i would kill for her.”

finally the night was ending. the party goers said their envious goodbyes as they glared at you. wishing they were alucard.

you sat there. waiting for alucard, he wanted you to wait till everyone left the castle. when all were gone, alucard bent down, on his knees and leaned his head against your knees. “there is something about you, my dove, that i can’t shake away. that i can’t seem to break away from you. i know i only just met you but i feel there is more about you. i want to know more about you and what makes you smile.”

you chuckled, bashful, “well, i am a writer. i like to write stories and share people's thoughts. it has always been my passion but as a woman, there is only so much i can do.”

alucard tilted against your leg, “what a passionate woman. i can sense hard work.” he quickly sat up and looked guilty.

“what’s wrong?”

his hand captured yours and covered every inch. “i am letting you go. i never held you against your will,” he laughed, “but i will not lie to you and tell you i don’t want you here.”

your lips parted as you looked into his inhuman eyes.

“i want to have you here tomorrow and the next day and the next. but i won’t keep you here without your consent. so if you would like to leave, i would understand. just know that…i will miss you.”

you stared outside through the windows and noticed the leaves falling from the trees and turning a burnt orange. it was windy and seemed uncomfortable. you were by a fire, nestled in layers of fur and in front of you was the most romantic and handsome man you have ever met. and he wanted you. he desired you. truth be told, you didn’t want to leave. after this day you knew you wanted to explore alucard.

alucard stood up and opened the door. standing in front of freedom, you huddled and shook in your jacket. “no, alucard. i choose to stay.”

alucard’s eyes widened and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “if that is what you choose then i will worship the ground you walk upon, my dear.” he kneeled and kissed your hand, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

alucard guided you upstairs to his bedroom. it was wide and had a fire going. it was warm and comfortable. there was a feeling in the air. a feeling that you and the vampire we're not going to keep your hands away.

you wanted to kiss him, touch him, make love to him with the embers burning the whole night away till the sun comes up.

alucard eyes stared deep within you. you both breathed heavily as you looked at one another.

he did the first move. he removed his corset and cloak. having his hair brush against his undergarments with each sway of his movements. each rip of cloth was slow and sensual. his fingers dancing against each button or string.

finally, he stood there naked. his skin plump and rosy, soft and white like the moon. he looked like a painting. his gaze was on you. waiting for your move. you could tell that a part of him was nervous too. maybe nervous because of his power in bed against you or perhaps because he wanted to make you feel good and make you happy.

all you could look at was his cock. it hung so long and thick. his tip was a blushy pink and because he was as white as snow the veins on his shaft were so evident.

with each noticed burning stare at his long cock, the more it turned him on. how interested you were in it. how much you wanted it. it made him get more turned on, it rose higher and higher.

“all this for you, my love.” he ushered low.

‘my god, that is huge!’ you thought. ‘i can’t imagine that fitting.’

alucard smirked. “sweetheart, vampires can read minds. and don’t worry. i will make sure you are really wet so that it slides right in and i’ll go really slow.” he winked.

you coughed. could he do that this whole time? how embarrassing.

you turned around and had alucard unclip and unzip your corset. his fingers ghosted against your skin. he was as cold as ice and you were so warm. his hand laid flat against your back, embracing your warmth and basking in it. “you are so warm, my love.” he whispered in your ears. he kissed your cheek, then down your neck, then all down your back till he got to your skirt. he removed all the clothing so gentlemanly. it was passionate.

you twirled and faced him. alucard’s eyes darkened seeing you nude. your nipples hardened at his look. the air nipping the puckered skin.

“fuck,” he groaned. “you are absolutely beautiful.” he crawled on his knees to you. inching closer and closer. when he paused at you his hands dragged against your legs. massaging the inside of your thigh, “like warm milk.” he dragged his tongue against your hot skin. when he got to the fat of your thigh he bit into your skin lightly, some blood appearing and seeping out. his tongue traced his bite mark and he finally tasted your blood. his eyes rolled in the back of his head at your taste. “this is like gold.”

alucard picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. you both moaned as your already wet pussy was touched by his sensitive dick.

“you can be on top,” he giggled as he entered into his matte black coffin.

“can i be honest?” you spoke up as he placed you on his lap.

he laid against his arms behind his head, chest open to you. “of course, my dove.”

you dipped and bit his lip, “i’ve never fucked a vampire before.”

alucard moaned. now he was seeing your bad side. alucard grabbed your face with more force and bit your lip too, causing blood to spill from your split lip. alucard stuck his long tongue out and tasted the iron liquid. he sucked and drank from your lips. this erotic move made your pussy pulse. “please give yourself to me.” he growled in your ear.

you dragged your fingers against his abbs, softly circling his nipples. seeing them perk up you began flicking the skin. enjoying seeing alucard’s head dipping back as he bit his lip, subconsciously moving his hips against yours.

“right there, my doll. the things you do to me.”

the tip of his penis tapped against your cunt. you began to rock against him as well, loving his sounds he made. all the winces and cries.

alucard sat up, holding you close against him so your breasts pressed against his chest. “let me, darling.” his kisses dipped down to your breasts. kissing your nipples.

you hummed at the feeling. “don’t stop, alucard.”

“never, my dear.” and he had no intention of stopping. his lips wrapped around your bud, tongue swirling around it causing a delicious sensation, dripping down to your cunt. it heated you up. you moved your hips with his, harder this time.

“you taste so delicious my dear,” alucard said in a husky manner. he put attention to both nipples. his tongue dripping out, tickling the skin, rolling the bud. his fingers played with the one unattended. alucard picked up your tit and jiggled it, playing with it and loving the feeling of it like jello in his palms.

“these are majestic. i will dream of these every night.” he chuckled as he looked up into your eyes as he bit your nipple. his teeth grazed against them and cut the skin.

“alucard!” your eyes widened. he collected more blood this time. it constantly dripping. alucard held your neck between his hands as he put pressure choking you.

this caused you to puff up your chest, making our breasts closer to his mouth.

“this blood. your blood,” he moaned as he kept feasting. “i will never get over this.”

it was insane to you. you enjoyed this feeling. the euphoric feeling. it made you so turned on and made your cunt so wet it was practically dripping.

“don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged as he kept drinking.

alucard became so enamored and turned on more than ever that you levitated in the air. both your bodies started to ascend, meshed together. alucard still had his hand around your throat but now he moved you to be in front of him and he was behind.

“take it, my love,” alucard pushed his cock inside your seeping wet cunt. it was dripping and quivering with something, his dick, to be inside you.

as his cock inched closer and closer inside you, you began to shiver and see stars.

“you’re so big, alucard.”

“vampire dick is always the best dick,” alucard kissed your cheek and he rolled in and out of you. each drag of his cock caused a squelching sound from your pussy. your cunt needed him.

you both were floating around the room as his hips dived in and out. his seed and your juice dripping down his legs and splatting on the floor.

“take it my dear. i know you can.” he rolled his hips. each time getting closer and closer.

“alucard i think i’m going to-” before you could finish alucard pressed his fangs into the side of your neck. his legs and your toes tensed up.

you have never felt this feeling before.

you stood still as you shook from the sex. alucard was diving into your cunt while feasting on your neck.

was he making you into a vampire?

“right there,” he growled. pounding inside you as your blood dripped from his lips. coating his chest and your back in your blood. “this blood!” he screamed as he finally cummed inside you.

you were quiet as he emptied inside you. you felt your spirit left you. it was like an out of body experience. his cock made you see stars. you finally cried as you shook and came on his cock. holding onto him for support as he grasped your neck and still feasted on your blood.

“you will change.” he whispered.

you fell against his chest. tired and almost blacked out.

when you came to you woke up, cuddling with him in his coffin. as you stood up you noticed your skin. it looked like you were dead! your senses! you noticed a particular smell. and heard every single noise.

you sniffed the air and realized the delicious smell was coming from alucard. you licked your lips with a hunger and lust you have never felt in your life.

you grabbed a cup and a knife. his body lay there naked, all elegance. you cut his arm with the knife and his eyes shot open.

“do it. feast on me y/n.” his eyes darkened.

you drained his blood in a cup and standing naked in front of him, eyes never leaving him you downed the whole gallon of blood. it splashed onto your face and crashed down on your chest.

“how did that feel y/n?” alucard inched closer, his hands smearing the blood on your nipples.

“amazing. i feel different.”

alucard chuckled, “you should, my dove. for you are now a vampire.”

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Steve Harrington ~ As It Should Be

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader with Powers

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: S3 AND S4 SPOILERS. Mild language. Mentions of canon violence. Mentions of death. Kind of touches of PTSD or past trauma. Let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I am so sorry that this one took me forever to post!! I was battling COVID, which was not fun, and now I’m traveling. But here it is! This was requested from my Wattpad. I know I said this one was going to be two parts, but I didn’t want to do that. Every time I do that, I make my request list longer, and I’d like to reopen them at some point for those who have been asking me. So, instead, you get this 8.2k long story lol. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this one even though it took me so long. Just to give you a little insight, the request asked that Y/N have powers like Wanda Maximoff except green, not red. So, I hope I delivered that and portrayed it properly. Because you all liked when I gave you a look into my playlist when I write, I thought I’d tell you what I listened to for this one. I literally listened to one song on repeat, so if you want to be put into the same frame of mind, you can listen to it as well while reading. Thanks to someone who put me onto the Disney movie Descendants after my rant about how amazing Thomas Doherty is, I have been obsessed with the song “If Only” from the first movie. So, if you want to be transported, put it on repeat and read this story lol. My next post will be the much anticipated Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader Smut!! I know you all have been waiting for that one. As always, I appreciate all the support, it really does mean a lot, and I hope you all enjoy!!

Bright green liquid coursed through your veins, searing every inch of your body. You writhed in pain as it consumed you. It was all you could see in the darkness. Traces of green pumping through you, stinging as they became visible even through your skin. Just the neon green liquid until Billy’s face emerged out of the dark. Your rapid beating heart slowed as you took in his smiling face. So familiar and comforting – his curls a mess as usual and his bare shoulders and toned arms peeking out from his white tank top. He was bright and happy, just as you always tried to remember him. But then his smile fell, and the shadows on his face turned too dark. You tried to reach out to him, but you couldn’t move. Billy’s figure began to slide back like he was being dragged away from you. The darkness turned into a purple hue, and suddenly and so quickly, Billy was being impaled by the Mind Flayer.

His blood seeped through his shirt, staining its white fabric. Billy’s lips were parted, and you watched as the same tar-like substance from his chest dripped from his mouth. Your breathing quickened again as your surroundings grew clearer. You were standing in the Starcourt Mall, watching the life in your boyfriend’s eyes disappear for a second time. Max’s screams peeled through the air, echoing in your brain. You looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. You were alone. Your heart raced in your chest as you desperately tried to move toward his limp body, but your feet wouldn’t budge. It was like you were stuck in quicksand. Your heavy breathing and Max’s high-pitched screams filled your ears as you willed your legs to move. Tears filled your eyes. You tried to shout his name, but nothing came out. Panic began to rise in your chest as you tried again and again to no avail. You stared at Billy, helpless, until everything slowly began to fade away. All you could see was a familiar shade of green until your eyes shot open.

You sat up where you were, panting. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you finally took in where you were. Your pillows were exactly where you put them the night before, and your blanket was thrown haphazardly over your legs. Photos of you and your friends and posters of your favorite bands covered your walls. You let out a sigh when you realized you were in your room. You lay back on your pillows. Nightmares were the norm for you and have been for over a year. You shut your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, when your alarm went off, causing you to jump. The shrill sound went on for a few moments before you reached over, shut it off, and got out of bed.

Right after you graduated, you got a job at the local diner waitressing. After everything that happened last year, you couldn’t bring yourself to ship off to college. There was just too much to take care of, and you just didn’t feel right leaving. So, instead, you opted to get a job and live with your parents. It was anything but ideal, but it was what had to happen.

Once you were dressed in your uniform, you grabbed a change of clothes and headed out. When you reached the diner, you were on autopilot. Get out of the car. Drop bag off in locker. Clock in and start the day. You had been on autopilot since you got the job last year. The steady regiment of waitressing was the only thing keeping you from completely falling apart. You were in your own little world behind the counter until your coworker tapped your shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, gaining your attention. “You have another table.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?” You began, already annoyed, as you turned toward the tables. “But I’m already-”

You stopped short when you saw Steve sitting in one of the booths. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room as you stared at his back. Although you didn’t want it to, your heart nonetheless reacted to the sight of him. You could feel it flutter to life for a brief second before you tore your eyes from him.

“He specifically asked for you,” your coworker said, her voice a little too chipper for your liking.

You turned back toward the tables and let out a breath before squaring your shoulders and moving toward Steve. It had been over a year since you actually spoke to him, which was really sad considering you used to be inseparable. You met each other when you were children, and an immediate bond formed. As the years moved forward, your friendship only grew. The only problem for you was that it wasn’t only a friendship that formed. Much to your dismay, you began to develop feelings for Steve, and by the time you two reached high school, you had a full-blown crush on the boy. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat when Steve was around or how his smile gave you butterflies. For years, you waited for Steve to show in some way that he reciprocated your feelings, and when he didn’t, you forced yourself to move on.

When Billy and Max moved to Hawkins, you and Billy hit it off pretty quickly. Unlike the other girls at school, you didn’t throw yourself at the boy. In fact, you ignored him for the most part until he found you sitting in the corner of the library one day. You were fully expecting him to be an ass, but he turned out to be sweet. For a few months, he tried to get with you, but you were holding out hope that maybe Steve would come around. But after a while, you had to face reality and gave in to Billy’s woos. You liked Billy. He took care of you and showed you so much affection despite the lack of love he had at home. But even though you grew to love Billy, it was never the same. Your feelings for Steve were always lingering in the back of your mind.

Your relationship with Billy was great. But you only got to enjoy him for a short period of time before the Mind Flayer consumed him. At first, you didn’t know what was going on. Billy began to push you away and get violent. He stopped taking you out and didn’t want to be around you. You thought that it was something you had done until Max told you everything. She sat you down with the rest of the group and explained about the Upside Down and the horrors that lived there. She told you that Billy was just possessed and that he would be alright because they were going to find a way to fix him. But they were wrong. Instead of fixing him, you watched as the Mind Flayer took his life in the middle of the Starcourt Mall, and since then, you’ve been haunted by the memory.

It was after the death of Billy that things between you and Steve began to change. You distanced yourself from the whole group. You didn’t want to talk to anyone or be with any of them. Any time Robin or Steve would try and reach you, you came up with some excuse about being sick or having too much schoolwork. You could see that they were hurt that you were pushing yourself away, but it was the only thing you could do to protect yourself. Even though he wasn’t the one, you loved Billy, and you had to watch him die in the most painful way. You knew that the Upside Down wasn’t going anywhere and if your friends and the man you love still wanted to be involved with it, you couldn’t be around them. If you had to watch any of them die the way you watched Billy die, you would break. So, although it pained you to be away from them, you did what was best for yourself.

Your hands began to shake just slightly the closer you got toward Steve. Even after all those years, your body still reacted the same way to him. Your heart rate picked up, and goosebumps pricked your skin. As you got closer, you realized Steve wasn’t alone. Sitting across from him was a familiar head of curls, and you couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at your lips at the sight of the young boy. When Dustin saw you, he perked up in his seat. You continued to round the table, and when you finally stood between the two of them, your and Steve’s eyes met. You sucked in a quick breath. It felt like you were punched in the gut. It had been so long since you were this close to him and every part of you wanted to fall into his arms. Steve’s lips parted as the two of you just stared at each other for a moment.

“Y/N,” he whispered, and you smiled.

“Hi, Steve.”

You held his gaze until Dustin waved his hand in front of you. You jumped a little as you snapped back to reality.

“And Dustin,” the curly-haired boy said, “I’m here too, you know?”

You chuckled and were happy to see that he hadn’t changed in the year you had been away.

“Hi, Dustin. It’s good to see you too.”

Dustin gave Steve a smug grin and you rolled your eyes as you pulled your notebook from your apron.

“So,” you began, flipping open the notebook and holding your pen, “what can I get you two?”

The smile on Dustin’s face faltered, and he slowly turned his attention to Steve. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as the silence grew. When Steve didn’t say anything, Dustin turned to face you again with a nervous laugh.

“Um, well, funny thing,” he rubbed the back of his neck and dropped your stare. “Uh, we’re not actually here to eat.”

Your grip on your pen tightened, and your eyes widened just slightly. You tried to tell yourself they weren’t there for what you thought they were there for. They knew you were still coping with Billy’s death. They wouldn’t try and drag you back into that world. Not after that. But the longer Dustin and Steve avoided your eye contact, the more that thought faded. As you dropped your arms to your sides, your foot began to tap rapidly.

“Then what are you here for?”

You pulled your lips into a tight line when Dustin finally met your stare again and said, “You, Y/N.”

The words hit you like a body blow, and you stepped away from the table, shaking your head.

“No,” you said, doing your best to control your heavy beating heart.

Dustin scooted to the edge of the bench, but when you stepped back again, he froze and put his hands up.

“Y/N, listen. There’s this…monster, and we need-”

“Is it from the Upside Down?” You asked.

Dustin’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, yeah,” he said with a light laugh, “where else would it be from?”

You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Then no.”

Dustin’s mouth fell ajar as he looked between Steve to you. He scoffed.

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“Dustin, the answer is no. I’m not getting involved again. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a job to do.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reiterate. Instead, you swiftly turned on your heel and began walking back toward the counter. You could hear Dustin scoff again.

“Wha-Steve! Do something!” He all but shouted at Steve.

But you didn’t stop. Tears were already welling in your eyes at the mere thought of seeing anything from that horrible place again. Your stomach twisted at the possibility of losing somebody else close to you. You couldn’t do it. So, you kept moving until the familiar feeling of Steve’s hand grabbing yours stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/N, wait.”

You turned to face him, only to be met with his warm and comforting brown eyes. Even after so many years, they still cut through all your anxiety and made you feel safe. Steve didn’t let go of your hand as he closed the gap between the two of you just slightly. It had been so long since you had been that close to him, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the proximity.

“We can’t do this without you,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear.

Tears clogged your throat as you stared at him. Your bottom lip began to quiver, so you bit down on it and shook your head.

“Steve, I can’t. Not after…”

You trailed off when your voice cracked. Steve dropped your hand and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, hey, I know it’s been hard. I see the way Max is, and I can only imagine how you’re feeling. But we need you, Y/N. We can’t defeat this thing and end all of this without you.”

At first, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you just held his stare. You thought you had left all of this behind you. It didn’t matter that the monsters of the Upside Down were still alive. After Billy, you told yourself that you wouldn’t get involved again. But now Steve was standing with his hands on your face, staring at you with those eyes like a warm fire on a Christmas morning, and you were melting. You knew you should have told him no and walked away. But you couldn’t. So, you didn’t. Steve never once broke the stare until you finally nodded.

“Fine,” you said. “So, we can end this once and for all.”

Steve’s face split into a wide smile before he pulled you into a hug. Your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You took a long breath and relished his scent of Mahogany and vanilla. Your eyes shut just briefly as you relaxed into Steve’s touch, something you hadn’t done for a very long time.

“So, you’re in?” Dustin asked, causing you and Steve to nearly jump apart.

You flattened your apron, and Steve ran a hand through his hair, neither of you looking at the other. So, you turned your attention to Dustin.

“Yeah, I’m in.”

“Great,” Dustin said with a thumbs up. “After your shift, Steve and I will pick you up and fill you in so you’re ready for tonight.”

Your eyes widened.

“Tonight? Wait, hold on. You didn’t say-and what about my car?”

“You already said you’re in, so you can’t back out now, and your car will be here after we kill Vecna.”

You shook your head and put your hands up.

“Wait. Vecna?”

Dustin just waved you off.

“I’ll explain later. Steve, lets’ go.”

Dustin didn’t wait for Steve before he showed himself out of the diner. Steve shook his head with a sigh before turning toward you.

“When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

Steve’s lips pulled upward just slightly.

“Then I guess I’ll see you at seven.”

You stood frozen in place as you waved goodbye and watched Steve exit the diner. When he was gone, you forced yourself to get back to work, but you could hardly focus. All you could think about was what was to come. Although it had been over a year since your last encounter with anything related to the Upside Down, you were still traumatized. You weren’t sure you were even ready to see all of your friends, let alone deal with a monster. But you had already committed, and before you knew it, your shift had come to an end. After grabbing your bag from your locker and clocking out, you changed out of your uniform and walked out to the parking lot. There were only a few cars, so it was hard to miss Steve’s. He was leaning against the passenger side, and when he saw you approaching, he quickly opened the door for you. You dipped your head as you got in.

“Thanks.”

A tiny blush crept onto Steve’s cheeks as he gave you a shy smile.

“Yeah, of course.”

Once he shut your door, he climbed into the driver’s side and, within seconds, began driving. You weren’t sure where the final destination was, but it didn’t matter. Dustin gave you every detail of what was going on. He told you that you were going to meet up with everyone in an RV. He told you about the deaths of the Hawkins High students and how they were connected. He told you about the monster named Vecna and how he’s been in charge the whole time. He even told you that Max was his next victim, and you could feel your heart almost shatter. He explained that the plan was to kill Vecna and said that if everything went right, his reign of terror would end that night. By the time Steve’s car came to a stop behind the RV, you were all caught up on what had been happening since you had been gone.

You followed Steve and Dustin to the RV. Something about the silence was ominous. At that moment, you knew that everything was on the line. Dustin opened the door, and you followed him inside. The conversation that was taking place ceased as all eyes landed on you. It was surreal to be looking at your group of friends again. At first, no one moved until Robin jumped up from where she sat and pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you as her arms tightened.

“Hey, Robin.”

“I’ve missed you so much. Do you know that?” She asked into the crook of your neck. She released you, and a smile spread across her whole face.

“It’s really difficult dealing with him all by myself,” she said, motioning toward Steve.

The two of you shared a laugh then hugged Nancy and waved at Eddie before moving to lean your hip against the tiny counter. Nancy began going over the plan one more time for good measure. As she started speaking, Steve moved behind you, and you leaned back into his chest as if on instinct. His hands moved down the length of your arms, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“You know, I missed you too,” he whispered into your ear. “Like a lot.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“Well, I’m back now.”

Steve’s face was much closer than before, making your heart race. His hands slid down your arms until his fingers brushed over yours.

“For good?”

You gave him a small smile.

“We’ll see.”

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that. Had there been enough time, you probably would have stayed that way for the rest of the evening. It had been so long since you felt normal and safe. But being around Steve again felt like home, and feelings you always had for him were reigniting within you with a vengeance. You were starting to think that pushing him away last year was a mistake, but there was no time to dwell on that. The sound of the RV door creaking open and the group hustling out of it pulled you from your reverie. You moved first, followed by Steve, and soon you were walking toward Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie led the way into his home, and when you entered, you froze. The gate to the Upside Down covered the ceiling of Eddie’s living room. You could feel the anxiety from before trying to claw its way out of you. However, Steve didn’t waste any time as he grabbed ahold of the sheet hanging from the gate and climbed his way into the Upside Down. Everyone looked at you next, and you swallowed down your fear before following Steve’s lead. You climbed up the sheet until you were flipped and fell to the ground, landing on your two feet. You moved to the side, and Steve gave you a small smile before Nancy fell through the gate. You watched as he offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet. Much to your chagrin, your heart clenched when his hand lingered in hers for a beat too long. You turned away and moved to the corner of the room as Robin, Eddie, and Dustin fell through the gate. Everyone began gathering their weapons and bags, but you remained glued to the corner you put yourself in. Your eyes followed Steve and Nancy when Eddie blocked your view. He was messing with his belt, then tightening his bandana over his head, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“I wouldn’t worry about them if I were you,” he said without even looking at you.

“What?”

Eddie stopped what he was doing, finally meeting your stare with a crooked smile.

“Steve and Nancy? You were literally just staring at them.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times in an attempt to come up with some excuse, but when nothing came to you, you just dropped your eyes. Eddie chuckled and patted your arm.

“It’s okay. I can tell you with almost 100% certainty,” he stopped and started tilting his head from side to side. “Okay, maybe like 97%, that Harrington’s not into Wheeler.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and raised your brow at him.

“And why do you say that?”

“Because,” Eddie said, leaning against the wall next to you, “he wouldn’t shut up about you the whole time we were formulating the plan.”

Your shoulders relaxed, and your arms fell to your sides.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Eddie began with a laugh, “the guy was determined to get you back. I thought he meant you two were already an item the way he was talking. Turns out, good ole Stevie over there buried himself so deep into the friend zone he can’t seem to dig himself back out.”

Your mouth fell ajar, and you let out a little breath.

“I-I don’t…”

When you didn’t finish your sentence, Eddie just waved it off.

“It’s cool,” he said. “But believe me when I say he’s definitely not into Wheeler.”

Before you could say anything back to him, Eddie was already walking back toward the group. You watched him start goofing around with Dustin, and a small smile tugged at your lips. You never really knew Eddie Munson, but you could tell he was going to be a regular around your friends, and after his reassurance, you didn’t mind one bit. After several minutes, you finally pushed yourself off the wall to rejoin everyone. Steve, Robin, and Nancy were huddled next to the door.

“You ready to go?” Robin asked you, and you nodded.

You all bid Eddie and Dustin farewell before exiting the trailer and heading out into the Upside Down.

Robin and Nancy led the way through the dark woods while you and Steve marched along behind them. Neither of you spoke for a while, the only sounds coming from the hidden creatures of the Upside Down. But then Steve nudged you with his arm.

“I’m glad you came,” he said, earning a smile from you.

“Yeah, me too. It’s nice to have the gang back together.”

Steve helped you over a fallen log and chuckled.

“Robin wouldn’t stop talking about you. I mean, it was like she was bringing you up every five minutes.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked over at Steve.

“I’m told she’s not the only one who had that issue.”

Steve nodded and laughed.

“Oh, yeah, Dustin too.” He opened and closed his hand as he continued. “Blah blah blah. Always.”

“I’m talking about you, Steve.”

His face fell.

“Huh?”

You were trying to contain the giggles that were threatening to burst out of you but failing miserably.

“Someone told me I was all you could talk about while you guys were coming up with this plan.”

Steve scoffed and shook his head.

“Unbelievable. I’m gonna kick Henderson’s ass.”

You let out a laugh. Although you didn’t know Eddie too well yet, you weren’t going to tell Steve it was actually he who provided that information, not Dustin.

“So, you’re not denying it?”

“Well,” Steve began, running a hand through his fluffy hair, “no. I’m not.”

He stopped walking and took your hand to stop you as well. The lighthearted air that was once present was replaced with something more serious.

“Y/N, you have to understand I really missed you.”

You swallowed. You wanted to tell Steve that you missed him too. You wanted to tell him that even though you all are walking into an incredibly dangerous situation, you had never been surer in your life that you made a mistake by distancing yourself from him. But you knew Steve wasn’t done. He let out a breath and dropped his head for a beat before meeting your eyes again.

“After last year, you distanced yourself from us. From me. You’re my best friend, and you just disappeared. I felt like I had no one. Like you were gone too. And it was the worst pain I’d ever felt. So, I used this plan as a way to get you back. And now that you’re here, I don’t ever want to lose you again.”

You could see the pain in his face as he stared at you with intent and shook his head.

“I can’t, Y/N. I can’t go through that again. I-I-”

“Hey, guys!” Nancy’s voice echoed off the bare trees around you. “The house is just around the corner. Come on!”

You looked in Nancy and Robin’s direction, then back at Steve. You could see on his face that something nagging at him. And you waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. Instead, he released your hand and began to move toward Nancy and Robin. But before he could get too far, you reached out and took hold of his arm, forcing him to turn toward you again.

“What were you gonna say?”

Steve’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything. He closed it, cleared his throat, and shook his head.

“Later. Let’s get this done first.”

You let go of him and watched him walk toward the other two in your party. A part of you wanted to scream at him to tell you what you hoped he was going to say. You didn’t know if there was going to be a later or tomorrow or next year. If even the slightest thing went wrong with this plan, you could all be dead, and you would never know. But you held yourself together and joined the rest of them at the edge of the wood.

All four of you watched and waited for Erica to give the signal, and when she did, you all left the woods behind and walked toward the house. It looked menacing, with the dark clouds hanging low over the building. When you entered, nothing changed. Black vines littered the floors and walls, and they climbed and wrapped themselves around the railings and light fixtures. Nancy began going up the stairs, and you all followed behind her. You all carefully made your way up the stairs until you were gathered on the second floor. Through another door on the far wall, you could see flashing lights and could hear thunder rumbling louder than before. You nodded toward the door.

“He’s in there?” You asked no one in particular.

Robin nodded and moved to stand next to you.

“Yep. You ready?”

You gave her a weak smile and looked to Nancy to lead the rest of the way. But just before she could take another step, the house began to shake. You looked at the others. By the looks on their faces, it was clear that an earthquake was not something they had accounted for. The shaking grew more violent, sending you bumping into Robin. It felt as if the whole building was going to get sucked into the ground. You and Robin grabbed hold of each other in an attempt to steady yourselves, but it didn’t work. Instead, you fell back into Steve, and Robin had to take several steps to regain her footing. The shaking continued, and just when you thought that was going to be the end, it stopped suddenly. Steve’s arms were around you, holding you steady, and your hands were holding onto Robin. For a second, you all waited for something to happen, and when it didn’t, you relaxed, letting out a collective breath. But then the sound of something slithering along the floor gained your attention.

“Oh, no,” Robin said before she went flying against the wall.

The vines crawled over her body, restraining her. She sucked in a shallow breath.

“Steve! Nancy! Y/N! Help!”

Without a second guess, you all moved toward Robin. You grabbed the vine on her wrist and began pulling as hard as you could. But it didn’t matter how hard you yanked on them; the vines were not moving. You kept trying when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a vine reach up and grab Steve. When you turned toward him, his body went flying across the room until it slammed into the wall.

“No,” you breathed out. “Steve!”

Fear was a wild thing inside of you as you tried to run toward Steve. But before you could get close, a vine grabbed your ankle, sending you toppling to the floor and knocking the wind out of you. You only got a brief look at it before you were being dragged back toward the wall Robin was on. Your nails dug into the floor as you got pulled farther and farther away from Steve.

“Let me go!” You shouted just as you looked up to see Nancy getting flung against the wall next to Steve.

You kept fighting, but soon you were being pressed against the wall as well. The vines wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and soon your throat. You looked at your friends as panic began to settle in your gut. The vines were growing tighter and tighter, and there was nothing you could do to get them off. Your eyes landed on Steve, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes as you watched the vines choke him. His hands clawed at his throat as he gasped for air. All the fear you were suppressing began to boil over. You were going to have to watch yet another person you loved die in front of you. Your breathing was shallow and erratic as you closed your eyes. Several images and moments in your life played in your mind. You could see Billy dying all over again, the Mind Flayer’s arm sticking straight out of his chest. Then, images of Robin and you filled your head. You saw the first time she slept over at your house when you two laughed for hours. You saw her waving to you during a marching band performance and getting in trouble with the band director. Then, images of Nancy appeared. You saw Nancy practicing her interview skills with you in her bedroom. You saw the two of you hugging after graduating. Then, you saw Steve. You saw a young Steve walking you home from school. You saw Steve’s head in your lap while you watched scary movies on a Friday night. Then you saw the look in his eyes when he first saw you in the diner earlier that day. All the adoration and emotion playing so clearly on his face. It was all so clear in your mind.

Anger began to bubble up inside of you where fear once was. This monster, this place, took one important person from you and has terrorized the people you’re closest to for the last time. Your body began to tingle, and suddenly the images in your mind disappeared. You saw green coursing through your veins again, and then you were back in the secret Russian elevator.

“Erica, be careful!” Robin’s voice echoed in your head and was followed by a loud shattering sound.

Glass was everywhere, and your body burned. When you looked down at your hands, the mystery green goo covered them. The image faded into green, buzzing faster and faster through your body. It felt like you were on fire as the green goo burned its way through you. Your breathing quickened as your body began to tremble. All you could see was the green moving its way through every inch of you. Then, as if it were miles away, you could hear someone calling your name. It was choked and weak, and suddenly you were transported back to reality. Your eyes shot open and were burning a blazing green.

“Let. Me. Go!” You shouted before bursting through the vines.

A bright green aura surrounded you as you floated in the air. You turned toward Robin and used your hands to throw a green ball of energy at the vines restraining her. The vines screeched as you destroyed them one by one, sending Robin falling to the floor. Then, you quickly turned and did the same thing for Nancy and then Steve. Once they were all safely on the floor, they stared up at your floating figure for a beat before you slowly descended back to their level. When your feet hit the floor, the green aura that surrounded you disappeared, and your eyes returned to their normal color. Everyone stared at you in silence until Robin laughed.

“What the hell just happened?”

You looked down at your palms in awe. Although the green was no longer there, you could feel the power pumping through you. You could feel it buzzing through your veins, mixing with your blood. It was who you were now.

“Am I the only one confused right now!?” Robin shouted, throwing her arms in the air.

“No, no,” Steve said, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I’m right there with you.”

The three of them stared at you, and you just shook your head.

“Remember last year when we were stuck in that elevator, and Erica got that green goo on me? We thought nothing happened, but I guess something did.”

You looked back at your hands, flipping them over a couple of times. Robin laughed again and grabbed her head.

“How are you just now figuring this out!?”

You shrugged.

“There was nothing to unleash it until now.”

They all stared at you for another beat before you motioned toward the door behind them.

“Shall we finish this thing?”

Nancy nodded.

“Phase four. Let’s do this.”

Robin and Nancy walked toward the door, and when Steve went to follow, you grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Steve, wait.”

When he turned to look at you, you froze. It was time. Vecna was waiting mere feet away from you two, and there was no telling whether you would survive him or not. After years of running and hiding your feelings from Steve, you couldn’t let him run into this fight without doing something. So, without thinking any more about what you were doing, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to yours. Steve reciprocated the kiss immediately, releasing your hand to grab ahold of your face to deepen the kiss. His lips danced over yours to a rhythm you never wanted to forget. His thumbs pressed into your cheeks, but you welcomed the slight sting. You wanted to commit the feeling of his hands and lips on you to memory so you would remember it forever. Before the kiss could get any more heated, you pulled back. Your and Steve’s breathing was both a little labored as you held each other’s gaze.

“I’ve always wanted to do that, so I’m doing it now just in case,” you shrugged, “you know, we die.”

You didn’t give Steve a chance to say anything back. Instead, you let go of him and walked over to Nancy and Robin, putting yourself between them and the door.

“Let me take the lead on this,” you said.

Nancy looked at you dumbfounded.

“But-”

“I’ve got it.”

You start walking up the stairs, each step careful and calculated. The anger inside of you grew the closer you got to Vecna. All the sadness that you once harbored in your heart was replaced with a fury that you were ready to unleash. You could feel the power you possessed getting stronger the more you focused on Vecna. When you took the final step and entered the attic, he finally came into view. He was suspended in the air with vines poking out of him. The second all four of you were in the room, his eyes opened, and you stepped forward. You could feel your power coursing through you, and you shut your eyes for a minute to gather yourself. When you reopened them, they were that same incandescent green from before.

Vecna didn’t say anything. He just watched as you took another step closer toward him. Your anger was a wild beast inside you as you stared at the monster that killed Billy and almost killed all of your friends.

“You ruined my life,” you said through gritted teeth.

He lowered himself to the floor.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

Your hands began to glow green as you said, “You will.”

Then, you lifted yourself off the floor, floating in the air, surrounded by that green aura again. Then, you started grabbing furniture with your powers and sent them flying toward Vecna. First a chair, then a desk, and finally a dresser. Vecna used his vines to block each article you sent his way, only enraging you more. You let out a guttural scream before you started to throw green balls of energy at him. Anger was starting to consume you as you threw ball after ball. Just like the furniture, Vecna used his vines to block each of your attacks. You stopped for a brief second, and at that moment, Vecna sent his vines to grab you. But just before they could latch onto your arms and legs, you crouched down and used your powers to stop them. You groaned as you pushed up into a standing position, then let out another scream as you obliterated them. You squared your shoulders and grabbed hold of Vecna with your powers, lifting him back into the air. You forced his arms to stretch out next to him, earning a pained groan from him. Then, you turned back to the group and shouted, “Now, Robin!”

Robin walked up next to you, lit a Molotov cocktail, and threw it at Vecna. You watched him erupt into flames before dropping him. When he landed, Nancy moved up front with you and Robin, cocked her shotgun, and fired. The loud bang vibrated your whole body. She reloaded, then shot again. You all watched as Vecna stumbled back further and further. Then, Nancy reloaded and took the final shot, sending Vecna crashing through the window and plummeting toward the ground. You all stood there for a minute, staring at the shattered window, until the ground below you began to shake again.

“You guys, I think it’s time to go,” Robin said, taking several steps toward the door.

Nancy holstered her shotgun on her back, then followed Robin, and Steve didn’t give you another moment to contemplate. He took your hand in his and practically dragged you down the stairs. When the four of you made it out of the house, Vecna’s body was lying right where he fell, motionless. Although the ground was still shaking, you stopped and took a moment to look at him, realization finally setting in. It was finally over. Vecna was dead, and you didn’t have to worry about the Upside Down ever again. A tiny laugh fell from your lips. After so much pain and suffering, it was finally over. The ground gave another violent jolt, and Steve tugged on your arm. You took a final look at Vecna before walking away.

The walk back to Eddie’s trailer turned into a run as the earth beneath you began to shake harder and harder. When you finally made it, Eddie and Dustin came running out into the road.

“Did you do it? Did it work?” Eddie asked frantically.

“Yeah,” Dustin added, “why is the ground shaking all of a sudden?”

Nancy proudly stood in front of them and nodded.

“It worked. Vecna is dead.”

The two boys let out a sigh before pulling each other into a wild embrace. You all watched as Eddie and Dustin celebrated despite the ground’s continuous shaking. You heard Robin start to chuckle and couldn’t help but join her. The fear of failure was gone now and replaced with relief. Robin let out a celebratory holler and then started jumping up and down. She grabbed Nancy and spun her around in a hug earning a laugh from the girl. Steve snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you flush with his side, and you leaned your head into him.

“Hey!” Steve shouted over their celebration. “Can we maybe finish this outside of the Upside Down?”

They all froze for a second before hustling through Eddie’s front door and to the gate. You and Steve followed and soon you all were on the other side watching the gate to the Upside Down close forever. It was finally over. Once the gate was shut and everyone had their fun celebrating the victory, everyone dispersed. Dustin decided to stay the night with Eddie in his trailer. Nancy drove Robin home, and Steve said he’d drive you to your car. Around the rest of the group, it was easy to ignore the fact that you had kissed Steve, and he kissed you back. But when the two of you were alone in his car, the air was different. The tension was thick, and neither of you spoke to the other. Instead, for the duration of the ride, you stared out the window and Steve out the windshield. When you got to your car, you mumbled a “thank you” to Steve and quickly exited his vehicle to get into yours. You didn’t wait for Steve to leave before you were driving off. Although you were happy nobody died, you now had to deal with the consequences of your bold actions. But tonight was not the night for that. When you got home, you washed the Upside Down off your body, curled into your bed, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The following day, you woke to an empty house, but you didn’t mind. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t restless. You weren’t on autopilot, just getting through the day. After a year of being numb, you were finally alive again. It was a feeling you didn’t realize you had missed. You were in the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of juice when your doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. You made your way to your door, and when you opened it, you were met with a nervous Steve. He was fidgeting and running his hands through his hair, messing up his usually very neat locks. You furrowed your brows at him.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

He wrang his hands in front of his torso and avoided making eye contact.

“I, um, I need to talk to you.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped in your chest. You didn’t think he would come to your house to discuss what happened. In fact, you kind of hoped you had another couple of days to figure out how you were going to brush the whole kiss off as some freak accident. But that plan was shot as you stared at Steve, nearly pacing on your porch.

“Oh. Okay. Is everything alright?” You asked, playing coy.

Steve shook his head.

“No. I mean, yes, everything is fine. I just,” he stopped and let out a long breath. “We’ve been friends for a long time. Since we were kids, you’ve been one of the few people I can fully trust. You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

Your heart clenched at his words. Steve had never explicitly stated that he only wanted to be friends. In fact, there was always a part of you that held out hope that he didn’t feel that way. That, instead, he had been madly in love with you for years the same way you had been with him. But now that he was standing on your doorstep looking more anxious than you had ever seen him, you were starting to lose faith. Steve ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time and had his eyes trained on his sneakers.

“And,” he sighed, “for the longest time, I tried to remind myself of that because I didn’t want to lose you.”

He lifted his stare to meet yours.

“I tried to pretend that I wasn’t feeling the things I was feeling. Then you started dating Billy, and I forced myself to be happy for you because that’s what a good friend does. But every time I looked at you with him, I couldn’t help thinking, ‘That should be me. Not him.’”

Your lips parted at his words. And you wanted to jump into his arms. You didn’t need to hear him say what he was about to say because you already knew. Steve had feelings for you. He always had. You hugged yourself in an attempt to control the elation you felt as Steve continued.

“And when everything happened last year, I wanted to give you space to mourn, but then you just disappeared.”

Steve was pacing in front of you, but you didn’t stop him. Instead, you just watched him walk back and forth, intently listening to his confession.

“It felt like a part of me was missing,” Steve said, flattening his palm against his chest. “I told myself I should just move on. I told myself that’s what you did. But I couldn’t, and when I saw you in that diner, it’s like all my feelings just washed over me like a tidal wave all over again. Then you kissed me, and I knew I couldn’t deny it anymore.”

He came to a sudden stop in front of you, looked at you, and he said, “I love you, Y/N.”

It felt as if your heart exploded in your chest and your body was on fire. You had waited years to hear Steve say those words to you, and now you felt like you couldn’t control the joy that was building within you. Your arms tightened around your torso, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. As you stared back at Steve, you could see the confidence slowly dissipating as his shoulders began to droop. He let out a sigh, but before he had the opportunity to open his mouth to speak again, you cupped his cheeks and attached your lips to his. Just like before, Steve melted into the kiss. It was soft yet passionate. Careful yet fervent. Every emotion and feeling both of you had been suppressing for years was somehow expressed in that kiss. Steve’s hands immediately found your waist, and he pulled you against his chest. You could feel his rapidly beating heart against you, and you were sure he could feel yours. You let go of Steve’s face and slid your arms around his neck, allowing your fingers to curl into his messy hair. Steve sighed, and you could feel his lips turn up against yours. You let the tingles of joy move through you for another minute before pulling away. Your forehead was pressed against his, and a smile spread across your face.

“I love you too, Steve,” you said before pressing your lips to his once more.

Your eyes were shut, and you were basking in the way your whole body lit up at his touch when you heard a familiar voice cheering from your driveway. You released Steve’s lips and looked to find Dustin hanging from Steve’s car a wide grin covering his face. Steve groaned, causing you to laugh.

“This was his idea, and he insisted on coming,” Steve said. “Just in case I chickened out.”

Dustin started pumping his fist in the air as he continued to cheer before you turned to face Steve again.

“Well,” you began with a smile, “I’m really glad you listened to him.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Steve traced the line of your jaw with his thumb before cupping your cheek and pulling you in for another kiss. You didn’t care that Dustin was hollering from your driveway or that you were still in your comfy clothes. All that mattered was that Steve loved you, and you loved him. You smiled into the kiss at the thought. Finally, after all these years, everything was as it should be.

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Chapter Four: Hate Me

pairing: dieter bravo x actress!oc (violet)

chapter rating: E (no explicit smut, just tiddies out and penis talk, mentions of insecurity, body image issues, substance use, arguments, angsty ending bc these two are sad bbs)

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“Good Morning America, we are back from commercial break with the absolutely stunning Violet Apollo.” The all-too cherry news anchor smiled widely at Violet as she sat across from her and her co-anchor. “How are you doing this morning, Violet? I know you must’ve had a wild night last night after your partner hosted Saturday Night Live.”

“Wasn’t too wild, thankfully. I was back in my bed before midnight, so I’m feeling pretty okay today. I downed a few shots of espresso and now I couldn’t close my eyes if I wanted to.” Violet joked, intentionally leaving out the part where she was woken up in the middle of the night to her “boyfriend” getting sucked off by a model right in front of her.

“Look at you being responsible,” the man playfully teased and she faked a laugh at that. “How about Dieter? He had a lot to celebrate, I bet he’s feeling it today.”

“Uh, yeah. He’s still asleep back at the hotel.” Violet tried not to sound bitter, but she knew that a crack was beginning to form in the carefully crafted mask she’d been wearing her entire career—and all from one little heartbreak. “He was so good on SNL last night, can we give him a moment? So good.”

“He was! I didn’t know he was that funny, he’s always so serious.”

“Yeah, is he always that funny around you? Is that one of the things that drew you to him?” The female anchor asked with a head tilt, Violet feeling the urge to scream building inside of her with every mention of Dieter. But this was a part of the job and she was gonna fucking do it.

“He does alright,” she chuckled and shrugged. “I’m definitely more of the comedian, I’d say. But truthfully, we’re both just talkers. I think that’s what makes us so good together. We love talking to each other.”

“You know what they say, communication is key.” The man chimed in with a winning smile before looking down at his notes. “Alright, enough about boys—” Cringe. “Let’s talk your new film.”

“Yes, let’s.” Violet nodded and gave them both a more genuine smile, glad to be off the subject of Dieter for a bit.

“Violet stars in Steven Spielberg’s new epic based on the ancient Greek love story of Persephone and Hades, titled: Pomegranate. Violet, you play Persephone in the film alongside Thomas Doherty as Hades. What was it like embodying a character like that?”

“I’ve always loved Persephone and have found the many iterations of their love story captivating long before I ever took on this role, but stepping into her shoes a bit, it sort of just felt like I was playing myself in a way.” Violet shrugged and smiled bashfully. “She’s sort of this tragic yet fierce character that I think a lot of the time is sort of underestimated and misunderstood and seen as someone almost needing to be saved from this underworld, but, at least in the film and in my own idea of her, it couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s an incredibly strong and fierce woman and I think the audience is going to love seeing that portrayed on screen, or at least I hope they do.”

“How was it working with Thomas? I saw him in The Invitation and fell head over heels in love with him,” the woman confessed, earning a chuckle from Violet.

“He’s so sweet and kind, and very good looking, obviously. He was just the absolute best scene partner, and neither of us have worked with someone as big as Spielberg before, so it was nice to sort of go through that experience together.”

“Well, we can’t wait to see it. Thank you for stopping by, Violet, we loved having you here this morning.” Violet nodded and gave them her best smiles, mumbling a shy ‘thank you’. “When we come back—is it possible your dog sees you as it’s parent? A new study shows it’s more likely than you might think. More when we return.”

“Alright, thank you both so much for having me.” Violet shook both of the news anchors hands before being rushed off backstage by her manager, Maria. “Did you get breakfast?”

“Yeah, it’s waiting in your dressing room.”

“I meant for yourself! You’ve been running around all morning, I haven’t even seen you stop to get a coffee.” Violet eyed the older woman, the bags under her eyes, the stress weighing down her shoulders. She tried not to ask for much or weigh her down any further with any demands or unnecessary drama, but it didn’t matter. The woman was a non-stop workaholic.

“I’m fine,” she assured with a smile, opening Violet’s dressing room for her and following her in. Violet got right to work eating her fast food breakfast, not caring about calories or nutrition as she enjoyed her McGriddle. “So how did last night go?”

“It went,” Violet spoke in a dry tone, rolling her eyes. “Dieter had a great show and a good night, that’s all that matters, right?”

“You matter too,” Maria interjected with a maternal look of concern. “Look, I appreciate how drama-free you are as a client, but as a person—you’ve gotta learn to stand up for yourself. For the way you feel.”

“I stood up for myself, I promise. Now, no more lectures or talking about Dieter. I just wanna eat my McDonalds in peace before I go back to the hotel. Okay?” Violet gave her a pleading look, Maria nodding and letting it go, choosing to scroll through her emails for the remainder of Violet’s breakfast before walking her out to the car waiting for her and seeing her off for the day.

To say that Dieter Bravo lived rent free in her mind would be an understatement. Dieter owned it—wrecked it. All that she could think about was him and his stupid fucking penis and what he was doing with it and why it wasn’t her he’d been doing it with.

It should’ve disgusted her, seeing Dieter with another woman, the way his hands stroked over her hair as she sat on her knees for him, but when she replayed the scene in her head, it was almost as though the other woman was never there to begin with.

All she could imagine was herself down on the ground in front of him, pleasing him, taking everything he had to give, hearing him moan her name just like he had on accident. That one little sentence had been lodged inside her fucking ears, replaying all morning as she tried to tune it out.

Oh fuck, Violet. Over and over. Nonstop. The cracked moan of her name punctuating the sentence she never thought she’d get to hear.

Violet knew that sex with Dieter should be off the table, scrapped completely and burned, and yet, she was still just a woman. She had needs—deep, longing, shameful needs—and the more she thought about his girth, his length, the fat tip of his cock, the way it curved up like it was designed to please, the harder it was to keep those needs at bay.

Perhaps there was a way that she could get what she wanted while not having to deal with her lack of trust for the dude. They could fuck sometimes the same way that they kiss sometimes, when one of them needed it, the other provided a friendly service, no strings attached. But every time she played out the fantasy in her mind, she could feel her imaginary self slipping up, forgetting her place, falling for a man unable to love her the way she craved. The sex could never be worth the ache of his rejection—so, celibacy it was.

For now.

•••

Dieter woke up with a startle as polite knocks sounded on the door to the fake couple’s penthouse suite, his head throbbing with each thud on the wood. He groaned as though he was an ancient vampire forced into daylight after centuries of rest, rubbing his temples and reaching for his sunglasses as he stood upright. He swayed a bit, still drunk and high, but carried himself forward, knowing that if he didn’t stop the housekeepers from entering, they’d do it on their own accord.

Dieter swallowed the vomit creeping up his esophagus before cracking the door open and sticking his face in it, hardly able to make out the housekeeper’s face through his own turmoil. “Please…no more knocking…I’m begging you.”

“W-would you like me to change the linens or leave them at the door, sir?” The woman seemed to recognize him, her eyes looking everywhere but directly at him. Dieter usually thought it was pretty funny to see people try to play off their starstruck panic, but today it only irritated him.

“Just—“ He stopped himself from speaking as the first word came out too harsh. No need to fuck her day up just because he was having a hard time. Dieter accepted the new linens and set them down on the bench right inside the entryway, reaching into the pocket of his robe and grabbing his wallet, flicking through smaller bills to find a hundred dollar bill and handing it over to her. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you, sir,” she gave him a grateful smile but he couldn’t be bothered to show any more kindness than he already had. Dieter closed the door on her and slugged his way over to the sofa, plopping down too hard, reigniting his headache.

Dieter sat facing Violet’s closed bedroom door, stuck in a daze as he thought back to the night before. He had no idea that she was standing there, watching him, but to say that it hadn’t been his inebriated intention for her to find them would be a lie. Of course he knew better than to get his dick sucked in their common space, the lewd sounds registering in his mind the entire time as too loud, but perhaps a part of him wanted her to see. Wanted to see that he was desirable.

Now, the name slip—that hadn’t been planned.

Overwhelmed by his regrets and the desire that still lingered inside of him, he pulled out his phone and ordered way too much takeout—pizza, Chinese, a bit of sushi, way too many fucking cookies from his favorite spot in the city—hoping that if he indulged himself enough, the itch to add her to the list would go away.

But just to be sure, Dieter pulled out his stash and went to town, smoking bowl after bowl, joint after joint, until he’d reached the ceiling of how high he could get.

…And then he reached for the decanter of whiskey in the kitchen. Just to be sure.

•••

It was around noon when Violet finally willed herself to stop stalling at Sephora, binge shopping her emotions away. Carrying two of the largest black and white striped bags she’d ever seen, she unlocked the door to the suite and was immediately hit with the smell of weed and takeout.

“Jesus,” she whispered as she spotted Dieter passed out on the sectional, a cup of whiskey in one hand and a piece of pizza on his bare stomach. “Dieter?”

She was surprised he didn’t wake up at the sound of his name being called, her voice far from quiet. “Dieter? Hello? Are you fucking alive?”

Still, no movement from the actor. In a last bid attempt at waking him without having to go over and touch him, Violet walked over to her bedroom door, opening it before slamming it closed again.

Dieter sprang to life, breathing in a quick inhale through his nose as he looked over the rim of his sunglasses at her. Violet stood with a disappointed look on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

“Could you slam it any louder? I’m not sure they heard you in Brooklyn.” Dieter grumbled as his headache set back in, the high now only making him exhausted. He peeled the piece of pizza off his stomach and slapped it down on top of the box, eyes remaining in a squint even with his sunglasses shielding most of the light.

“This is disgusting, Dieter.” Violet felt obligated to help sort this mess out—literally, at least. With a suck of her teeth, she set down her bags and walked into the kitchen, pulling out a black trash bag and carrying it over to the living room.

“You don’t have to clean up my mess,” Dieter sighed and reached for the bag but she withheld it, this stern, almost warning glare on her face the entire time. Dieter watched as she shoved the pizza box into the bag last, tying it up and leaving it by the door.

Surprisingly, Violet didn’t stop there. No, she needed it to be spotless.

“You gonna talk or just pretend like nothing happened?” Dieter probed as Violet wiped down the coffee table with disinfectant wipes, the smell of citrus slowly replacing the smell of weed and marinera sauce. When he was met with no response, he chuckled and shook his head. “Look, I’ll start. I shouldn’t have been doing that in our common area—“

“Can you lift that?” She pointed to a book on the coffee table, her hand holding the wipe waiting next to it. Dieter scoffed as he lifted the book, Violet wiping over it a few times before he set it back down again.

“Violet, I’m trying to apologize,” he reasoned, eyes glued to her every feature to try and get a read on her but she was too fucking good at hiding behind a mask.

“You don’t need to apologize, Dieter. Shit happens.” Violet tossed the used wipes into the trash bag before grabbing one of his joints and leaving him alone to go smoke on the balcony. Dieter didn’t last long before he got up and walked outside to join her, the sound of the glass door sliding open making Violet groan. “Dieter, I’m begging—“

“I shouldn’t have fucked someone else—“ Violet quirked an eyebrow at him, causing him to panic and blurt out an unplanned second half of the sentence. “…in our common area.”

“Right. Whatever. Fuck who you want, where you want, Dieter.” Violet chuckled, rolling her eyes as she handed the joint over to him. “I’m going out.”

“Or you could stay and we could talk about things. I once had an overpriced therapist tell me that’s important in relationships!” Dieter called out but Violet pretended not to hear him, simply grabbing her purse and leaving the suite without another word. Dieter let his eyes close as the door thumped closed, sighing as he stood alone on the balcony with a half-smoked joint in hand. “Way to fucking go, Bravo.”

•••

“So…Dieter Bravo, huh?” Sam, one of Violet’s childhood friends and current broadway actress sat on the opposite side of her sofa, Violet groaning at the mention of the man she was attempting to avoid. “How the hell’d that happen?”

“It’s not…not for real,” she confessed, knowing that if there were only one person in this world she could trust, it would be Sam. “Just until my movie comes out and his reputation is salvaged.”

“That’s Hollywood, baby!” Sam chuckled as she stood up and walked into her kitchen, the small studio layout allowing Violet to continue the conversation.

“Sometimes I feel like I should’ve never left New York. Should’ve stayed here and did theater with you. Maybe then I’d be happier—“

“You’re not sad because of where you live, babe. You’re sad because of how you’re living.” She brought back two glasses of wine, handing one to Violet before sitting down. “At some point you’re going to break, and this pretty little mask you’ve made for yourself is gonna crack. It’s too much pressure for a person to pretend to be as perfect as you try to be constantly.”

“Yes,” she sighed, chuckling at her own problems. “It’s fucking exhausting. Every single part of it. And what fucking sucks is that for the first time in so fucking long, I started to feel like maybe someone understood me. And then I woke up to the fucker getting head in the kitchen.”

“What?” She gasped and nearly choked on her wine, placing her hand over her heart. “You didn’t tell me about that!”

“Yeah, I’ve been actively trying to avoid talking about myself, Samantha.” Violet chuckled and shrugged, looking off to the side as she tried to word herself right. “I have feelings for Dieter fucking Bravo. I can admit that to you because I know you won’t judge me.”

“I’m more so curious as to what’s drawing you in? I mean, a handsome face only goes so far.”

“Exactly! That’s—yes!” Violet shouted enthusiastically, laughing at her theatrics as she stood up with her wine glass in hand. “He’s a fucking little raccoon of a man and I want to fuck him so bad. None of it makes sense. The fucker is nice to me sometimes. That’s it. No other redeemable qualities besides his dick.”

“Is it nice?” Sam asked, raising her eyebrows with a grin. Violet groaned loudly and flopped back down onto the sofa.

“So nice. It’s huge. Although, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll be good, right?” Violet asked with a bit of hopefulness in her tone, earning another laugh from her friend.

“Right. It could be huge and mouthwatering and absolutely terrible at pleasing you. That’s totally possible.” Violet squinted at her as Sam weighed her head to the side and took a sip of her wine. “Or it could be the best dick you’ll ever have.”

“Fuck you. No. Definitely not.” Violet frowned as she faced forward, her mind now filled with images of his cock coming all over the tile of their kitchen floor. “Well—maybe.”

•••

“Hey,” Dieter practically jumped onto his feet as Violet walked into the suite around 8 p.m., a timid smile on his face as he eyed her carefully.

“‘Sup,” Violet nodded her head at him casually as she grabbed the untouched shopping bags from Sephora and carried them into her room without another word.

“Sup?” Dieter repeated with an irritated scrunch of his face, looking around the room at nobody with his palms up in disbelief. “Fuck it. She’s done, then so am I.”

Dieter had longed to take a line of the powdery white substance sitting in his coat pocket all day long, but out of desire to be better for her, he’d refrained. But now that it was as clear as day that Violet was through with even engaging with him as an acquaintance, he had nothing to abstain for.

Walking into his bedroom, he let the door slam as he reached into his coat pocket and set out three neat lines for himself in the bathroom, taking in a deep breath before snorting them off the countertop.

It didn’t take long for Dieter’s pity party to turn into an actual party—of one.

Dieter spun around in his bedroom to Madonna’s hit single, “Express Yourself”, the song blaring on the hotel’s impressive speaker system. Dieter was as high as a kite, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand that was surely spilling everywhere but he didn’t care.

“Come on, girls! Do you believe in love? 'Cause I've got something to say about it. And it goes something like this,” Dieter shouted along to the intro, twirling around the room, using the belt to his robe as a boa of sorts. “Don't go for second best, baby. Put your love to the test. You know, you know you've got to make him express how he feels and maybe then you'll know your love is real.”

Violet was drunk when she got back to the hotel, Dieter’s attempt at conversation squashed immediately over the simple fact that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

She tried to take her mind off both her drunken state and her desire to weep by smoking a little bit more and practicing some of the yoga she once made a resolution to do every single day but hadn’t attempted since the second week of January.

Starting off slow, she tried to tap into her spirituality, or what little remained of it, taking mindful breaths, trying to tune out the blaring 90’s pop from the other side of the suite. All her efforts to find peace and meditation were futile, Dieter’s pitchy singing now doubling the volume of the music.

Violet let out a deep, guttural groan at his antics, the mask slipping finally and exposing the tangled web of emotions beneath it. With a huff and a determined stare, Violet left her bedroom and stomped over to his, pounding on the door.

“Bravo!” She called over the blaring music, fist beating on the door until it opened.

Dieter stood there with a wide grin, his sunglasses tipped low on his nose. He was wearing just a pair of boxers underneath his fluffy, brown coat. Seeing him so at ease ignited something inside her—anger seemed too soft of a word to use for the way her skin burned with irritation, both at him and herself.

“Hi—“

“You are the most selfish, insufferable, dirty little man I have ever had the punishment of having to be around! All you do is think of yourself and do whatever you want, not giving a shit about anybody else! I wish I could properly articulate how fucking irritating you are, Dieter!” Violet screamed over “Groove Is In The Heart”, Dieter staring blankly at her with parted lips and glassy eyes. “God, and you just stand there and look so fucking stupid! Are you even fucking listening?”

“Yeah—“

“Ugh, I hate your smug little fucking voice and—“ She eyed him up, her anger quickly beginning to feel like arousal as she scanned the exposed skin of his torso, or perhaps her self-control had just snapped completely and she was now fully at the mercy of every one of her irresponsible desires. “Fuck it.”

Dieter grunted as Violet’s body clashed with his, her lips kissing his searingly as she walked him backwards to the armchair in the corner of his bedroom. Her tongue battled with his for dominance as she straddled his lap, Dieter’s hands frozen in place as his brain short-circuited.

“God, you’re so fucking frustrating. Just touch me,” Violet grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, Dieter’s grip tightening as he forced himself of his disbelief and back into the moment.

Violet Apollo was sitting on his lap, kissing him, biting him, moaning for him. No matter how many times he imagined his first time with her, he never imagined her so…animalistic.

He always figured she’d be soft, gentle, romantic, but here she was tugging on his lip so hard he was whimpering for her, her hips grinding down against his lap. When she took her top off, unhooked her bra and revealed herself to him, he swore he’d reached heaven—but of course, something had to ruin it.

“Uh,” Violet ran her hand over his lap and furrowed her brows, not feeling anything hard at all no matter how hard she searched.

She’d seen his cock, if it was hard, she wouldn’t have even needed to reach for it to know it was there.

“Well that’s humbling,” she chuckled at herself and quickly scrambled off his lap, avoiding his eyes as she gathered her bra and top before rushing out of the room.

Violet couldn’t help but feel sickeningly embarrassed, quickly turning the lock on her bedroom door before she rushed into the shower still in her skirt and tights. The hot water rained down on her as she sobbed on the floor, her knees tucked close to her chest.

She’d finally put herself out there, exposing more of herself to him than she ever thought she would. And he couldn’t have been less into it, apparently.

Althroughout her childhood, adolescence, and even early adulthood, Violet struggled with the extra plushness she carried around her stomach—so much so that it wasn’t until she was twenty-three that she allowed a partner to see her naked with the lights on.

Violet knew it wasn’t Dieter’s fault that he wasn’t attracted to her, and she tried to reason with herself that he had every right to like the supermodel build rather than her curvy one, but no matter how many times she repeated it in her head, she couldn’t help the sting in her heart from the rejection.

Perhaps she read it all wrong between them, and all the kisses and flirting and long conversations were simply just something to do for him. Something to keep him from getting bored. Or, more depressing, maybe he was only attracted to her with her clothes on? Perhaps he hadn’t realized how curvy she was, and now that he’d seen it, he changed his mind?

Quickly shaking her head to clear her mind of her intrusive thoughts, she took a shaky but deep breath, gathering her composure. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, letting them slap against the floor of the shower before carrying on like normal, washing her hair and shaving her legs like nothing had ever happened at all. The mask was back on, and after tonight, it would likely never come off again.

•••

Dieter was left frozen and speechless, staying still long after he’d watched her run off to her bedroom and lock the door behind her, the sound of his 90’s dance playlist blaring in the background mostly washing away her sobs, but he could still hear them clear enough to ache for her.

Never in his life had he not been able to get it up. No matter the amount he had to drink, the amount of substances in his system, nothing had ever prevented him from performing. So why now?

He knew the answer, and god, did he wish he was simply just an old man with erectile dysfunction. His life would be a whole lot easier if that was the case, but of course, it wasn’t.

Dieter knew that the reason he couldn’t get hard for her was because he was panicking. Panicking because it was finally happening for them. Panicking because he was high during it. Panicking because he wasn’t ready like he wanted to be for her when they finally crossed that line. Panicking because he didn’t want to lose her over something as fucking silly as sex.

A part of him wanted to go over and apologize, try to explain himself to her, but the thought of confessing even a single one of those fears to her made him freeze all over again. He couldn’t open up, at least not now, not in this state of mind.

Dieter sat there, staring blankly ahead through his opened door and at her closed one, his music still playing, his body not having moved an inch, wondering why the fuck he couldn’t just be easy to love like everyone else seemed to be. He craved destruction too much, and feared anything too good to be true, preferring to ruin it before it could ruin him.

He’d gone so long without having to face the reality of his brokenness, but never in his life had he longed to love someone properly like this. It consumed him—his inadequacy mixing with his yearning. He wanted her, but every time he looked into her pretty brown eyes, he could only see all the reasons he shouldn’t have her.

In an act of determination, and a rare show of self-care and responsibility, Dieter reached for his phone and searched through his contacts until he found the number to his old therapist, the only one that he felt treated him like a human rather than a star.

DB: Need to make an appointment. I think I’m getting bad again.

Dr. Bradford: Hello, Dieter. I’m glad you reached out. Let’s set up a call tomorrow afternoon and you can tell me more about it.

DB: Sounds good, doc.

DB: Do I need to be sober?

Dr. Bradford: Yes, Dieter. Have a good night.

DB: Fine.

Even if he wasn’t good enough for her right now, it didn’t mean it needed to stay that way. And until he got better, Dieter vowed to try and salvage his friendship with her. Starting in the morning.

Right now he needed to cry in the shower to some Whitney Houston.

•••

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princessbettina · 1 year

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Official Masterlist ♡

Dedicated to Thomas Doherty(the one who I absolutely adore)+ his tv show and movie characters 🫶

I will not be writing anything relating to Thomas's character in Gossip Girl. I haven't gotten into that show. I love that Thomas was a part of the show, but I just never became a fan of it. I hope that makes sense.

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❤️‍🔥=Smut/spicy

💖=Fluffy

♡ I do not write smut!! That is something I am not good at! However, I am willing to take on that challenge and include smut here and there a little. If any of that is included in my writing, there will be a warning, I promise!

♡Everything that I write and will write is for all ages and friendly to read(mainly 16+). However, some 18+ content may be included too-there will be a warning, don't worry!

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Legacies

Sebastian (the vampire)

One Shots

Series

Sebastian the Vampire X Female OC Reader (ON GOING SERIES)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

❤️‍🔥Chapter 7

❤️‍🔥Chapter 8: Part 1

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High Fidelity (2020 Tv Series)

Liam Shawcross

Imagines

One Shots

Series

Beautiful Lady: A Liam Shawcross x Female OC Reader (Completed Series and is on my Wattpad)

Episode 1 part 1

Episode 1 part 2

Episode 1 part 3

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❤️‍🔥Episode 1 part 5

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❤️‍🔥Episode 2 part 1

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The Invitation

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Tulips-Walter Deville x Female Reader

Turned - Walter Deville x Female Reader

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Descendants

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Team-Harry Hook x Female Pro Women's Wrestler Reader

You Deserve It, Lovey-Harry Hook x Female Reader

Birthday Cake -Harry Hook x Female Reader

One Shots

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High Strung:Free Dance (2019 movie)

Zander Raines

Imagines

One Shots

Series

High Strung-Free Dance: A Zander Raines x Female OC reader (Completed Series-coming soon)

The Inventor's Apprentice (Quinn)

Horatio Godkin

Imagines

Series

❤️‍🔥Birthday Surprise-(Part 1) Horatio Godkin x Arabella / Female reader

❤️‍🔥Birthday Surprise-(part 2) Horatio Godkin x Arabella / Female reader

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Cody Rhodes

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Silly Dom and Silly Rhea

Night of Gold

Series

Superstar-Cody Rhodes x Female OC Reader

Bittersweet Memories Masterlist

Headcanons

Being Mixed Matched Challenge Partners w/ Cody Rhodes

Cody Rhodes Comforting You During an Anxiety Attack

Stardust

Series

Dance with The Stars-Stardust x Fem! Reader

New Beginnings- Stardust x Fem! Reader

Dashing Cody Rhodes

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💖Love of Your Life-Dashing Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Jeff the killer x reader - Shower spice - SMUT ONESHOT

SMUT FIC - MINORS DNI - both ‘characters’ used in fic are 20+!

and once again, Thomas Doherty is Jeff’s face claim...if you’re on my blog you know why (HARRY HOOK AND JEFF ARE THE SAME PERSON GODDAM-)

Inspired by all those ‘classic’ jtk x reader stories from back in the day

-backstory; Jeff had been stalking you and planning to kill you, but you captured his attention in such a way that he kidnapped you instead. You’ve been on the run with him for months now, moving from abandoned cabin to hotel every week. You’ve had many opportunities to just-run, but-something keeps you there. Maybe it’s the thrill of it all, maybe it’s the way he looks at you; as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Maybe you had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome, you didn’t know, but Jeff was getting very curious about your various habits-

“Finally” you muttered, stumbling into the pristine hotel room. you dropped your bag on the floor near the door and flopped onto the plush bed. After weeks of living on the floor of an abandoned mental hospital, Jeff had finally gotten a few credit cards to pay for a nice hotel room for the next week. “oh sweet mattress, how I’ve missed thee” you purred, petting the duvet dramatically as Jeff shuffled into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it. Taking a deep breath as he looked around.

He nodded once, then got to work; looking for any hidden cameras that could rat him out or spy on you. You sat up, watching as he did the usual hotel routine. You had been on the run with Jeff for…what seven months now? You had been kidnapped from your, objectively, boring life for over half a year now…Time sure does fly. Jeff then turned, satisfied as he found no hidden cameras, and walked over to you, his callused hands grabbing your exposed arms and pulling you up; not as gently as you would’ve liked, and checked the bed. Because like hell would he be dealing with bed bugs.

When he found none, he nodded once and pushed past you to check the bathroom. He had been like this since you ‘joined’ him in this little…thing he was doing. Every place you hunkered down in was checked top to bottom, even if it was a hotel like this where even the air was cleaner than bleach.

You sat back down on the bed, basically twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Jeff to be done with the routine. Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, void of his sunglasses or face mask. “All clear” he muttered, voice raspy and deep like always. You nodded, watching as he walked over to his bag and kneeled next to it, starting to take a few things out before moving to sit on the bed next to you.

“I’m gonna take a shower” you muttered, quickly standing and going over to your bag, collecting the new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash you had bought with Jeff’s stolen money before your arrival at the hotel. You hadn’t been able to properly clean up for the last two weeks due to it being spent in an abandoned hospital so you were jumping for the opportunity to use an actual shower with hot water.

You looked back at Jeff, feeling his eyes on you. He was just simply watching you, not stopping you from taking a shower, not speaking, not even carving into the handle of his knife (which is what he usually did to relax/pass time). You blew air into your cheeks, releasing your breath slowly as you looked away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You didn’t lock it, that just set him off as you learned from the first time you did that. He was a very paranoid man, even looking at him weird would make him panic, thinking you were about to turn against him.

You had only thought about doing that once, and you quickly stopped soon after watching him kill a man twice his size and strength. You turned on the shower, and got undressed as the water heated up. Jeff was an odd man, the only information you had ever gotten out of him was that he was 25 (26 now), had been ‘the killer’ since he was 13, you fascinated him for some reason, and he had a lot of enemies. Other than that, most of what you knew about him was from observing him. he was very skittish, but he was the most relaxed when close to you, he liked being close (which usually resulted in cuddling you), he had anger issues, had a naturally very warm body temperature, he was pretty quiet, loved the color red, had a major sweet tooth, and, again; was fascinated with you for some reason.

He was always watching you, studying you, as if you confused him. Many times you felt his callused hands on the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of its path, sometimes his hands would take yours, playing with your fingers in his bruised and scarred ones. Sometimes, when you had access to them, you would be reading a book and he would just sit there, watching you read. Sometimes you would read aloud and he would listen intently, eyes flickering between the book and your lips.

You felt like Jane under Tarzan's curious watch, you remember the first time you had referred to yourself as that. It was maybe only a month into the ‘adventure’; Jeff was bandaging up your hands due to you hurting the pads of your fingers and palm on a rough ladder during a rushed escape from an enraged homeless man. And for a long moment, after he tapped down the last bit of the bandage, he stared at your hands, which were just smaller and softer than his. He pressed his hand to yours, his lips just barely open with wonder; his eyes unable to leave your nearly intertwined fingers.

‘I feel like Jane’ you remembered thinking, being studied under Jeff’s intense and curious blue eyes. It was almost as if he hadn’t interacted with a human since…well since whatever happened to him happened, and you were probably right in that assumption. He could talk to others easily enough if the situation called for it, but it always felt forced and rushed, as if he just-wanted to stop being around them already. It never felt that way with you. With you; it was as if he wanted you by his side constantly, as if you were the only person worth his time and energy.

It was strange, you had to be honest, but…fuck. You sighed, ruffling your hair as you leaned against the bathroom wall. The fear you should’ve felt for him had long since disappeared, replaced by…an odd comfort? You didn’t even know anymore, clearly; you were suffering from some sort of Stockholm syndrome. You huffed the thought away, stepping into the shower and singing in relief as the hot water cascaded down your sore body. Just what you needed.

As you soaked your hair and body, you began to hum, your voice echoing through the walls and around Jeff, his eyes drifting back towards the bathroom. “never honest word~ but that was when I ruled the world~” he had always liked your voice, when it was quiet, when it was loud, when you spoke evenly, voice echoing nothing but a whisper of faith. It had been the first thing he noticed; it had been what turned his attention so rapidly from kill to observe.

He slowly stood, leaving his knife and carving knife on the bed as he stalked towards the bathroom, slowly opening the door to see you shielded by the shower door, still singing to yourself. He jumped as you suddenly yelped, staring at him through the foggy glass; “have you no shame” you grumbled, forcing your brain to ignore Jeff, he had done this before, back when you were a lot more…jumpy about him. he was just, curious, about what you were doing. He liked doing that, watching you; even if you were just doing your hair.

He liked studying your routines, even if they had been widely altered due to being kidnapped by him. “if you’re gonna watch me shower, might as well learn how to do it” you muttered sarcastically, in your last seven months with Jeff, you hadn't seen him shower once. Which didn’t make sense because the only time he smelled bad was when he came back from a spree or you were both unable to take any showers.

You heard Jeff hum, and you saw his figure start to move about, his hoodie going up and over his head “what are you-?” you were about to ask what the hell he was doing when the sliding door opened, and you quickly faced the shower head when Jeff’s pale body stepped through. you frowned after a moment, were those? You turned back around, furrowing your brows as you saw the multitude of burn scars covering his torso, starting from the middle of his neck and leading down to his thighs, his upper arms were scarred as well, along with his wrists and palms. You had heard long ago that he had been the victim of an attack from some school bullies, resulting in him being burned; somehow turning him into what he was today.

You looked back up, his icy blue eyes staring back at you. His hair was still up in that half ponytail he always wore “if you’re gonna shower with me,” you muttered, turning fully to him, no longer caring about your nakedness, he wasn’t in here to ogle at you, you could easily see that. You reached up, gently grabbing onto his hair tie, pulling his oddly soft hair free of the updo. “might as well do it properly.”

Jeff hummed, his icy blue eyes trailing your body. He felt a shiver go up his spine as you turned again, revealing your back, seeing the scars from his first attack on you still fading away. He reached out gently, tracing the faded lines with his bruised knuckles, smiling slightly as you froze and shuddered. “Don’t” you muttered, suddenly feeling like this experience turned much more sexual than you would’ve liked at the moment. Jeff just hummed again, but he obeyed and let his hand drop, watching you intently as you went through your usual routine. You were very glad this shower was big enough to easily fit the two of you, in fact, if you wanted; you could fit another person in here and still have elbow room.

You stared to wash your hair, glancing back at Jeff who was just watching you go through the routine. “what?” you muttered, turning away again and leaning over to get the underside of your hair. You shivered as you felt Jeff step closer, his body now under the warm run of the shower. He twitched as the water hit his scarred skin, it didn’t feel bad, he just felt it more than you did. He grabbed your shampoo and stared at it for a moment before pouring some into his palm. You had to hold back a giggle at his actions, man was really Tarzan in Jane's world. You were sure he knew how to shower; his hair would be a rat’s nest if he didn’t.

You had to hold back a snort as he stuck his head under the water, thoroughly getting his hair soaked before lathering up his shoulder-length hair. You watched as his eyes closed, because who wanted soap in their eyes? You remembered most of the reports on his profile said he had no eyelids, but you guessed it was an exaggeration since he very clearly had eyelids. They did always seem…extra wide when he was in a manic episode, so you supposed that attributed to the ‘Jeff the killer has no eyelids’ thing.

As Jeff washed his hair, you rinsed your first shampoo out, making sure there wasn’t a single sud left before grabbing your shampoo and pouring the smallest amount in your palm “you do it twice?” you jumped at Jeff’s voice, almost smacking yourself in the face with the shampoo bottle. You looked at him and shrugged “yeah? I dunno just…I dunno” you didn’t want to explain how the first run got all the grime and dirt out, and the 2nd was to actually clean. At least that’s what you told yourself it did, your hair always lasted much longer doing two runs of shampoo instead of just one. (basing this off my hair so if ur hair doesn’t work like that, just go along with it, this is fully self-indulgent)

Jeff just hummed, rinsing out his hair as you lathered up your hair, the small amount of shampoo going a long way. After Jeff finished you stepped forward, rinsing out your hair again then grabbing your conditioner, making sure to get every crook and cranny in your hair and finger combing out the knots. As Jeff copied your actions you grabbed the body wash, lathered up the complimentary loofa (which was pre-packaged thank god), and started to wash your body.

You ignored Jeff’s eyes on you, continuing to scrub down your body which was covered in dirt and grime from sleeping on a grody floor. you grunted slightly as you tried to get your back, only able to get just behind your shoulders and the small of your back. You sighed, mostly giving up on properly washing when you felt the loofa being gently pried from your fingers, you shivered as Jeff washed your back, one of his calloused hands resting on the nape of your neck as he washed your skin in small circles.

This felt, so oddly intimate. In all your months by his side, with everything Jeff did, nothing had ever felt like this. He had cuddled you, played with your hair, played with your fingers, traced the scars on your back with his knuckles, cradled your face, and many other things. Nothing had felt like this. You cleared your throat as his hands left your body and you took the loofa again to clean your private parts quickly; hoping Jeff wasn’t looking. But he was rinsing out his hair, and you rose your brow “you ain't gonna wash your body?” you asked quietly and Jeff shook his head, pointing at your body wash.

“skins too sensitive for your stuff” he muttered and you nodded slowly “ohhh…okay yeah makes sense” you muttered with a gentle laugh, tracing his scars with your eyes, mentally marking where the harsh pink burns ended and where his tight pale skin started. You had always wondered how his skin felt, was it like leather? Soft? You remembered one time your brother burned the bottom of his arm on your dad's grill and his skin was baby smooth. You gently reached out, your fingers just barely touching his scarred bicep. Jeff tensed but didn’t stop you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He watched you trace the pattern of his burn scars, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“fuck, you’re so cute” Jeff muttered, unable to be heard above the cascading water. He took your hand, guiding it to his chest, his heart beating wildly under your fingers. You stared at it for a moment before looking up at his face, lips parting as his icy blue eyes stared back; that icy blue somehow melting into a soft and warm ocean. His pupils were nearly taking over his entire iris, you flushed when you remembered what that usually meant. ‘when you look at someone you are romantically or sexually attracted to, or simply hold them close to your heart, your pupil will dilate due to an increased amount of hormones going through your brain.’ You remembered your health teacher saying all those years ago in freshman year.

You swallowed harshly, looking away towards the showerhead, feeling your body shiver for attention. You pushed away the thought that it could be because of Jeff, and forced yourself to think it was because you pavlov’ed your body on accident. See-before Jeff had taken you; you had an extra little routine to go with your shower days.

You would well…masturbate, and your body had started to respond to that every time you started to get out of the shower, and now it was doing it again. And god was it doing it at the worst possible time. You clenched your thighs together, hoping Jeff wasn’t paying attention to the rest of you, only for his rough hand to lay on your waist, his fingers splayed out against your skin. “Either you’re uncomfortable” Jeff grumbled into your ear, and you felt your entire body shudder, and you knew then it wasn’t just your body being used to doing stuff after you showered. Fuck you were actually attracted to Jeff the fucking killer.

You were definitely under some sort of spell or some shit because; body what in the actual fuck? Being attracted to the dude who kidnapped you? But fuck you couldn’t deny he was-…shit he was attractive, in his own weird way. His jaw was harsh, as if it was cut by a diamond. His nose was pointed and sloping gently off his brow, his eyes were bright and practically gleaming, and hell even his body; it was very toned and just past the point of being lanky. Shit, you were attracted to Jeff. Even his grotesque smile didn’t take away from his natural look.

Didn’t help that he had a nice butt….what he had a nice butt?! Bitch you’re reading the jtk x reader smut not me (says the author whose writing jtk smut…okay sorry for the break in immersion I promise this is the first and last time, I won't be one of those authors) you came back to reality as Jeff continued to grumble into your ear, his fingers trailing up the curve of your spine. “or you’re feeling things you think you shouldn't”

He never talked this much, never in all your months together had you heard his voice string this many words together in a short amount of time. Usually, it was short sentences or just, nothing at all; only a wave of his hand or roll of his eyes. His voice was always the same as well, deep and raspy, with a slight roll to his tongue. Now it seemed to get even deeper, the roll enhanced and the rasp turned husky. You looked up at him, feeling your breath stop at how close he was. His nose was nearly bumping into yours, his now warm ocean blue eyes glancing between your eyes and lips.

You felt another shiver go down your spine and you swallowed harshly as Jeff chuckled from the feeling, his soaked hair slightly curtaining the side of his face as he leaned closer. You quickly dodged his face and stuck your head under the water, closing your eyes and holding your breath as conditioner and water cascaded down your face and back. You froze as you felt his hands on your waist, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder, you could feel the scars on his cheek ghosting against your jaw. “if you don’t want me like this, just say it; I may be a murderer, but I’m not a monster” he whispered, and it suddenly, you didn't care anymore.

He was obviously attracted to you, he wouldn’t have taken you otherwise, you were…unfortunately, attracted to him. you were horny, he was interested in you to be that way himself; you could feel an odd hardness against your back. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever find out. You turned, gasping at his closeness, feeling his hands move up slowly, so slowly it made you shudder, his thumbs grazing your breasts as he moved to cup your face with his rough hands.

He studied your face as his hands explored, soon one of his thumbs found your bottom lip, slightly pulling at it when he went to take your chin. You swallowed again, closing your eyes as he leaned in, and it felt like a gunshot went off in your chest as his ruined lips pressed against yours. His breath hitched wildly as he felt you against him, his other hand moving from your cheek to your waist, bringing you even closer to him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, moving his lips against yours in a new dance.

He had never kissed anyone, he had been kissed yes but, he never made that first move, nor did he usually respond to the kiss. So he never counted those kisses. To be the one making that first move, was thrilling, he loved it. He…he thinks he loves you (or at least the idea of you), he pulled away for breath, his body zinging with electricity as you gasped, face flushed and hands pressed to his chest, your eyes dilated like his. He made a low sound in his chest and he kissed you again, pushing you against the wall, his back getting hit with the water.

You felt his hardening dick against your hip as his tongue licked your bottom lip, you whimpered as you let him in, feeling his tongue against yours as his hands cupped your face. He groaned, a strange heat flowing through his body as he finally did what he had been imagining for several months now; he had been wanting to kiss you for so long and now he was finally doing it, and you were kissing back. He thinks he might combust.

He pulled back again, moving to caress your chin and jaw with his teeth, finding the slope of your neck and sucking your skin into his mouth, his warm tongue tasting your freshly washed skin. You let out a small huff, slowly reaching up to curl your hands into Jeff’s hair, the soaked strands threading through your fingers. Jeff chuckled at the feeling, his hands trailing down to rest on your hips, pulling your body into his. You gasped as his hardened dick pressed against your belly, and you shivered; looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled away, admiring the large hickey he had left on your neck.

He looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his chapped lips before he kissed you again, devouring you. You melted into him, no longer fighting against your body’s wishes. His toned arms fully wrapped around you; his scarred hands pressed against your shoulder blades as he molded you to him. he let instinct take over, moving his hands down your back and around your hips, his thin fingers trailing around the lips of your vagina. You whimpered at the feeling, having never felt anyone’s touch down there other than yours.

He pulled away from your lips, leaning down to kiss along your shoulder, taking the curve of your shoulder that led down to your chest into his mouth and licking at it, humming against your skin as your nails gently scratched at his nape. “Jeff” you whispered and he shivered, his finger dipping into the folds of your vagina, groaning as he felt how soaked you were. Your breath hitched as his rough finger rolled against your clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing against the sensitive nerve. “fuck” you muttered, rocking your hips into his hand, moaning softly at the feeling of him.

He pulled away from your shoulder, watching you with dilated eyes, his lips parted open slightly. His finger dipped lower, testing the waters as he pushed a thin finger into your entrance. “ah!” you jolted in his arms, your head dropping between your shoulders as Jeff continued to finger you. It was unsure, as if he had never done it before, but it felt so good. “Jeff-fuck” you muttered, gasping as his long finger pressed into your g-spot.

Jeff growled as the water beat into the back of his head, it was getting annoying as it forced his bangs into his eyes, blocking you from his vision. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to control himself as you whimpered at the loss of his touch. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off, tossing another towel to you as you shivered from the loss of hot water. “Bed. Now” he grumbled, and you stumbled out of the shower, nearly tripping over yourself If you hadn’t caught Jeff’s arm. He pulled you back up, gently pushing you out of the bathroom as he tried to towel dry his hair.

You swallowed harshly as you stepped back into the main room, were you actually going to do this? Were you actually going to have sex with the man who kidnapped you…yes-yes you were…and fuck you were kinda excited. You felt heat rush through your body as you set the towel on the bed, just below where your hips would be and ending just above your head. you turned as you heard Jeff walk towards you, flushing as you saw his fully erect dick, his eyes dark and his body ready to pounce.

He licked his chapped lips, stepping so close you could feel his heartbeat, his rough hand trailing up your body to rest on your neck, not squeezing, just lying there. “lay down” he whispered, in that deep voice that suddenly sent shivers through your body, and made your soaked cunt pulse with want. You carefully laid down, your hair soaking the towel below it. Jeff leaned over you, his scarred body practically overtaking yours. “just a small question before we start” Jeff muttered, his hand once again lining your vagina, just barely above the crevice where you wanted him most. “are you a virgin?”

You were about to nod, but you paused. Would you count as one? You had never had sex before, you were a virgin in that term, but you had been penetrated before, by a dildo; but you still haven’t actually had sex with another person in your 24 years of life. So you shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. Jeff just chuckled, tilting his head curiously “is that a yes or no? because your answer depends on how I play with you.” you shivered at the implication, but you sighed, drawing your hands up and running them across his scarred upper arms.

“I’ve-never had sex with anyone, but-I have…used toys, so technically yes and no?” you said it like a question, since well, you really didn’t know how to define it. Jeff just hummed “So you’ve never done it, but you have with yourself?” you paused, then nodded; that made total sense. “yeah, exactly” you chuckled, closing your eyes as you did. Jeff stared at your smile and leaned down to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth as you squeaked from the sudden intrusion of his lips. “good, because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing”

You suddenly burst into laughter, covering your face as Jeff stared down at you, shame bubbling in his chest “I’m-I’m not laughing-at-at you” you giggled, reaching and cupping his face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips “just the way you said it, promise” Jeff slowly relaxed, slowly lowering his body till he nearly lay on top of you, his chin resting on your chest. You rose your brow, curious about what he was doing until you felt his hand slipping between the folds of your vagina again, gasping as his fingers played with your clit.

“shit-Jeff” you gasped, head falling into the towel as Jeff leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue and teeth, humming at your body's response to his actions. He could practically feel your heartbeat, going so fast he would compare it to a hummingbird. It felt so odd to have someone else be touching you like this, it felt 100x more intense than any toy you had ever used.

It didn’t help that it was with someone who could turn around and kill you with just one wrong word from you. But-that just made it more exciting. You held his shoulders, nails digging into his scarred back as he switched to your other nipple, his hand dipping even further until he slipped his finger back into your vagina, your warm walls showing no resistance as he pumped the thin digit in and out; curling his finger as he did so. You lifted your leg, bumping his hip a bit which made him brush against the sheets, shuddering as he moaned around your breast.

He inserted a 2nd finger into you, sitting up to watch his fingers disappear into your soaking cunt, his fingers were dripping with you, after a few moments of watching you squirm and moan, he added a third finger, shivering as you gasped, your walls stretching around him. fuck he just wanted to take you so badly. To ruin you as he had planned from the start; only differently. Jeff leaned down and kissed the space below your chest, pulling his fingers out and going to line himself up with you when you stopped him, hand pressing to his chest “wait, even if I am fucking soaked it’s not gonna feel good dry” you muttered, shifting on the bed until Jeff’s hips rested in front of your face.

He stared down at you, confused until you took your hand and palmed your soaked cunt. When you felt you had enough you took that hand and grabbed Jeff’s cock, smirking as he let out a choked grunt “shit, (y/n)” he muttered, moaning as you swirled your hand around his shaft, watching his face as you started to stroke his cock. You bit your lip, feeling just your hand wasn’t enough anymore, and decided to go old-fashioned. You licked the tip of his dick, unable to keep your laugh down as he gasped, his hands snapping forward to cradle your head.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you took Jeff’s cock into your mouth, your tongue trailing on his shaft as Jeff croaked, gasps and groans pushing out of his chest as you sucked his cock. When you felt it was slicked up enough from your spit, you pulled off, gasping for breath as Jeff’s hand gripped your head tightly. you glanced up at him, smiling at his expression. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth parted open as he tried to regain his breath, his cheeks a delicious red. “Jeff” you whispered, laying back down and spreading your legs, smirking as his bright blue eyes snapped open, swallowing harshly as he looked down at you, his jaw trembling at the sight of your soaked cunt ready for him.

He nearly growled, leaning back over your body and lining up with your entrance, gasping as his head pushed into your cunt. You groaned, legs going up and around his hips as he slowly pushed in, nearly collapsing from the feeling of you contracting around him. “shiiiit” he huffed, his head hitting your shoulder as his arms nearly gave out. “shit-shit shit fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good, so fucking warm and wet for me, fuck” you moaned at his dirty talk, trailing your nails up his sensitive back as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your ass as he did so. “fuck-I don’t wanna leave, ever, I’m gonna fucking stay right here, inside you, fuck I wanna fuck you forever” he whispered, not really talking to you as you hummed.

You had never felt so full before, in all the toys you used, none of them had ever felt like this, this good, this filling, this real. You shuddered as Jeff’s hips moved slightly, pulling out the tiniest bit before pushing back in; he was testing the waters, feeling you for as long as he could. It hit you then, you were having sex with Jeff the killer. You were having sex with the man who kidnapped you. And goddammit it felt too damn good to really care, you panted as Jeff slowly started to move, your pussy making a slick sucking noise as he pulled out, chuckling as Jeff gasped at it.

“sweet thing, so fucking tight and wet around me, you were fucking wanting this so badly, weren’t you?” he growled and you full body shuddered. oh shit, you did not expect any type of nickname from him, at all. Then again…hadn’t he called you that before? all those months ago? The night he took you; sweet thing, he said, just barely a whisper, his hand over your mouth and the other on your waist, cradling you to his body. You had been too scared to move, too scared to make a sound. And now you were willingly under his body, taking his-fuck-his long and thick cock, your pussy accepting him like he was made to be there.

You felt all your air leave you as Jeff rammed back into you, setting a slow and tortuous pace. “shit-fuck” you cursed, one hand scrambling to curl into Jeff’s damp hair, tugging it as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Je-“ you gasped, back arching as his hips rolled into you, the dip of his cock grazing against that spot “-ffffffuck”

Jeff couldn’t believe how good this felt, he had watched a lot of porn and seen a lot of people in the middle of sex before he killed them and he always assumed it felt good. Why else would people do it? It's like him killing, he wouldn’t do it if it didn’t give him that rush. But god fucking dammit, you felt so good, you beat his hand by 1000 miles, your mouth, your hands, your cunt, shit they all felt so damn good around him. he kept choking on his breath as he fucked you steadily, the obscene sound of his cock dragging in and out of your soaked pussy was putting him in a trance, and he just wanted to fuck you harder, deeper, fuck he wanted to cum inside you and keep you.

Forever “fuck-I’m never letting you go, shit-sweet thing-“ he grunted and moaned as he fucked you nice and deep, pulling his head up to see your eyes nearly shut in ecstasy, sweet little gasps spilling from your lips. He kissed you, invading your mouth with his tongue as he did. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing into your mouth “you’re never getting rid of me-I’m never leaving you, you’re mine. Mine. Mine.” You moaned loudly, scratching down his back, sending sparks down Jeff’s spine. It was painful, but it wonderfully mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he felt; so it simply made feeling you so much more intense.

You could feel your orgasm rising, and quickly, and you choked on your breath as you tried to tell Jeff that as he fucked you deep with his thick cock. “I’m-jeff-I’m fuck-cum-“ he chuckled, raspy and deep, kissing you deeply as his free hand went in between your bodies and began to play with your clit, your back arching into him in reaction and you felt the coil snap, waves of pleasure washing over you like lava. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you came, your cunt clenching around Jeff as if it was a python and he groaned at the feeling. He fucked you harder, his skin against yours making a wonderful sound as he chased his relief.

“fuck-your-shit-your cunt gets so fucking tight when you cum-fuck you feel. So. Fucking. good.” he slammed into you with each pause in his words, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his own orgasm building up, his body sparking with undyeable heat. “shit-I’m-fuck-I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m going to fuckin’ cum inside you, so fuckin’ deep; get you all knocked up, keep you forever” you gasped, another orgasm quickly rushing over you at his words.

Shit, you couldn’t deny that was hot as fuck to imagine, unfortunately for Jeff, you were on birth control ”do-do it” you gasped out, arching back as Jeff groaned, his hips sputtering as he fucked you to find his relief “-s-safe. Inside, cum” Jeff nearly croaked as he came, his eyes fluttering as he held you close, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he fill you. You let out a shuddering breath at the dim feeling of him cumming inside, shit-fuck that was so much hotter than you ever thought possible. you had been wanting to do that forever, but no one had really ever shown interest in you; at least till Jeff came around.

You giggled breathlessly, your first fuck and first creampie was with a serial killer…you were definitely fucked in the head by now. Jeff collapsed, his full body weight falling on top of you and you grunted. “you’re heavy” you muttered, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he breathed heavily, his rough fingers caressing your sides. You wiggled slightly at the sensation “that tickles” you laughed, licking your lips as Jeff looked at you, his eyes still soft and warm. He kissed you, and it felt like the first one in the shower, unsure, soft, and unbelieving; as if he felt like this was all a dream.

“go to sleep” he whispered as he pulled away, and you realized it was really, really, late. You glanced at the digital clock, letting your body relax even further when you saw the time. 2:25 am. “damn” you muttered, letting your eyes fall shut as Jeff slowly pulled out, moaning softly as he thrust twice more, and then completely pulled out; watching as his cum dripped out and down from your swollen cunt. “fuck” Jeff whispered, running his hand through his damp hair.

He had to clean you up. He couldn’t just leave you lying there, full of his cum and without a blanket. He got to work, finding the softest washcloth he could within the hotel room and getting it damp with warm water, gently cleaning the inside of your thighs, mentally praising you for putting the towel down earlier so his cum caught on that instead of the sheets. He used another damp cloth to clean the rest of your body, using a cold cloth for your face. He kissed you gently, watching you for a moment as you fell asleep, a small satisfied smile on your pretty lips.

Yeah, he was never going to let you go, he would die before you left his side. He would have to; he would destroy the world for you; he would kill himself if you asked. It wasn’t healthy at all, but he was a serial killer, he didn’t care. he kissed you again and dug through your bag for your sleep clothes, finding them after a moment and then getting you dressed without waking you up.

After you were tucked in, Jeff got dressed, wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, glancing out from the window into the sleeping city he had ended up in with you. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would go have fun, for now, he would stay by your side and keep you safe. He settled next to you in the queen-sized bed, curling up with you in his arms, and for the first time, you snuggled into him, cheek pressed against his chest.

Jeff smiled, unable to help the fluttering feeling in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, finally getting a good night's rest after two weeks in an abandoned hospital where anyone could stumble upon you.

-end-

…ye…this has been in my brain for about a month now, enjoy my stupidity.

am i lowkey becoming a Jeff blog? i love my man Harry but...Jeff is really just a variant of him...oh god im slipping back into my creepypasta phase, except this time i have creative abilities~ and no one can stop me~ (not like anyone is trying either)

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