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

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of murder, blood

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

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

Your sister’s wellbeing depended on it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss-.”

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

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

When he came into view, your lips parted.

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

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

“Uh…hi…”

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

“Do you…? Are you the…?”

He seemed to understand what you were trying to say.

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was another question that you didn’t voice.

Did she even leave?

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

He continued before you could ask him about that.

“She didn’t say where.”

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

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

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

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

You blinked at him, and he stepped closer.

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

“Are…are you serious?”

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

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

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

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

You chuckled at that with a nod.

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

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

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

He wasn’t wrong, and you confirmed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a hum, you reached for the door.

“There you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you asked him.

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

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

“Of course. She’s all I have left…”

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

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

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

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

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

That was what he’d said, anyway.

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

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

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

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

“Woah, hey…hey, it’s me…”

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled at that, teeth visible in the dark.

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes with a slight huff.

“You know what…”

When he continued to play dumb, you continued.

“Stare at me like that,” you said.

He moved closer, brows drawn together now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your voice cracked, and you frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially when you suggested leaving.

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

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

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

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

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

It left a bad taste in your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shined your light on it…and froze.

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

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

If it wasn’t for the dried blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your dedication to your sister is commendable.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned at his words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As for tonight…”

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

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

It died pathetically into another fit of sobs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No more secrets, and no more lies.”

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

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

This man was the devil.

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

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

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"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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franceskray · 10 months

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THE INVITATION (2022)

#the invitation #thomas doherty #tdohertyedit #walter deville #walter de ville #theinvitationedit

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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"I don't think I can do this, Walter." Y/N said. They were in a forest clearing and close to them was a deer. Walter suggested that Y/N try animal blood before he moved onto human blood. Since he was a baby vampire. Walter smiled as he gently pet Y/N's hair as he shivered and moaned softly for him.

"Call me by my real name." Walter said.

"What? Dracula?"

Walter smiled and chuckled lightly and it was a pleasant sound to Y/N's ears. "Actually, it's Sebastian. Sebastian Caine."

Y/N nods. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sebastian."

"Good boy. Now, go on. Feed."

Y/N nods as he super-speeded to the deer and tackled it before he went for its neck and bit down hard, sucking the blood from it as Sebastian smiled.

A/N: Sebastian from Legacies and Walter DeVille from the invitation are the same person.

#x male reader #male x male #male reader insert #thomas doherty #Thomas Doherty x male reader #walter deville #walter deville x male reader #sebastian #sebastian legacies #Sebastian legacies x male reader #legacies #the invitation

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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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Hii would you write for Walter De Ville?

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Walter Deville With Dominant Male!Vampire S/o

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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beeslibrarycorner · 1 year

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Walter Deville dating hcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#walter deville x reader #walter deville #the invitation

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loisfreakinglane · 2 years

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THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson

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#the invitation 2022 #filmedit #filmgifs #nathalie emmanuel #thomas doherty #dracula #the invitation #evelyn jackson #evie jackson #walter deville #walt deville #evie x walt #mygraphics #gif

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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 10 months

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Forever and Always My Truest: Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the lovely comments for the prologue of this series. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. When writings this I really could stop imaging the reader with a haunting echo to her voice. Similar to the brides of Dracula in the Van Helsing 2004 movie, which I undyingly love. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Summary: After yet another night of restless sleep the reader finds herself wandered the manor until Walter comes looking for her. Safe to say that things escalate in more ways than one. From a lovers’ quarrel, to making up, and breakfast being served, there is no denying that there is never a dull moment in the Master and his eternal bride’s marriage.

Word Count: 1,800-ish

WARNING: SMUT!!! No vaginal penetration yet! Dry Humping, Angst, Fluff, blood sharing, arguing, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish? Walter De Ville, possible Stockholm Syndrome?, forced marriage, abuse of power, Walter playing favorites w/reader as usual, sucks for the other brides, DOM/sub Dynamics, reader being a brat and Walter is not having it. Warning to be added. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

MINORS DNI!!!!

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

Chapter 1: Revelations Come to Light

~Current Day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Long ago there was a period in my life when I was a restless sleeper. I would wander the halls of my ancestor's grand castle. Even now over four and a half centuries later that has not changed as I now glide through the halls of the De Ville Manor whilst steering clear of the evenings’ sun lit areas. It never harmed me, but it didn’t mean it was any less agitating to my sensitive skin. Ordinarily, my restlessness would be quite vexing for me, however, that feeling couldn’t help but be trumped by the excitement of the fact that Walter and I’s anniversary party was just a week and a half away. It was sure to be grand in every way with my Lord Love sparing no expense for our cherished day. Allowing me free reign over the celebration as usual.

‘Nothing but the best for my truest.’ he had confidently stated to me one night as we lounged on a chaise in his study talking about the upcoming date. Though not much was said after that, as we had just devoured our dinner, and I was feeling in a playful and wanton mood. A mood my beloved Master was all too willing to indulge me in, if his sharp smile of adoration was anything to go by. Speaking of my Lord Love, he shall be rather displeased if he wakes in our tomb, and finds that I am not by his side. He insisted from our first night as newlyweds that he and I would share our sleeping place as any Lord husband and his Lady wife would. I was certain Victoria’s face would tear open from her burning ire, at hearing this information, knowing he never intended to share such things with her or any other brides for that matter.

I sighed wistfully and turned before letting out a haunting shriek. Walter stood there with sleep filled eyes and a raised brow. “My truest, what are you doing awake? You must have your rest!”

I leaned against the balcony railing as I gripped it in my left hand and placed my right hand over my permanently stilled heart.

“My love, you frightened me,” I exclaimed in breaths of haunting of exasperation. “You know I have never been one for restful sleep and with all the excitement to be had, I fear I am even more so restless, my Lord Love.”

His face settled into one of sympathy as he beckoned me to his side, never being able to remain agitated with me for long. I practically leapt from my spot and glided over to him without hesitation. My white negligée swept around my feet with my body movement, and he earnestly enveloped me into his arms as I hugged myself to his side and delicately caressed the side of his face and neck. He nuzzles and caresses my hair as his strong hands stroked my back before leaning back to look upon my face and speak, “Well, seeing as it is almost time to rise for the evening, why don’t I have breakfast brought to my study for us to eat?”

I gave out a haunting moan of frustration and lightly stomped my foot, “But Master, I been locked away in this manor for weeks!” He sighed as he goes to speak, but I interrupt him as my eyes light up in a glowing golden hue and I gasp out a brilliant idea, “Why do we not go out for a hunt together. You have always loved when you and I terrorize a few most unfortunate souls in the village!”

Despite his irritation already slightly spiked by my interruption and slight brattiness, Walter takes it in stride and seeks to placate me, “Because the wolves are growing more confident in coming closer to our territory and I would be absolutely devastated if a single hair on my cherished queen’s head was hurt.”

I only proceed to pout at my feet as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms waiting for me to look at him. Once I cast my gaze up to him through my lashes he leans in with a playful twinkle to his eyes and whispered against still pouting lips, “besides you always insist on playing with your food, my truest.”

I let out an indignant squeak of protest which only prompted a heartily chuckle and a sensational quick kiss to my lips from Walter. “But Master—”

“(Y/N)!” I immediately shrank under the sternness of Walter’s voice. I dared to look at him and my face morphed into a crestfallen look as he gazed unwaveringly at me. “DO NOT argue with me on this matter! It is currently not safe for you outside these walls and therefore you will not leave this castle until the problem is dealt with. I will hear NO MORE of this! Do you understand me?”

I gazed back at the floor as I backed away from him, my golden irises welled to the brim with fresh tears. “Yes Master, I understand.” My voice cracking against my will. At seeing my fragile state Walter gave a regretful sigh whilst closed his eyes. Upon hearing my small haunted weeping, always seeming to echo like screams in his ears, he looked upon me hugging myself.

“My truest…please, do not cry. I did not mean to scared you. Do not be frightened by me, my truest.” I hear him speak gently. I slowly look up at him and he gave me an imploring and loving look. Knowing my mind, after so many centuries together, he goes to speak once more, “I am not angry with you, my truest. I could never be angry with you.”

He held out his hand for me to take and I cautiously crept by to him as my weeping quieted but continued to give off a haunting echo. I had seen his true anger many times. It was never directed at me, but it was nevertheless absolutely terrifying. He really only ever yelled at Victoria and others in the walls and on rare occasions, he would yell at Lucy. He seemed to always have little to absolutely no patience with any of them. He never yelled at me though, which is why I would take the blame for most of the mistakes that Lucy made as they were few and far between. I had sneaking suspicion that he knew but allowed me to protect Lucy since I seemed to personally favor her. Nevertheless, he mostly only spoke with sternness to get his point across, when it came to me.

Once I was within reaching distance, he pulled me back into his arms and placed a loving kiss to my temple, “My perfect little wife. My beautiful queen.” He sweetly cooes me, as he sways us gently. Finally, my weeping stops completely, and Walter calls out for Renfield to whom responded promptly.

“Have the food brought to my study. My queen and I will break our fast in there tonight.”

Renfield swiftly nodded before giving a bow to us, “Right away, my Lord. My Lady.”

He left almost as quickly as he came, and Walter gently ushers me to his study. Once inside he guides me to the plush Victorian sofa and sits with me in his lap and begins to softly wipe the tear stains from my glowing cheeks. I look at him for a moment before shifting my seated position and straddling his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with his hair.

I rest my forehead against his, “I am so sorry, my Lord Love. I didn’t mean to upset you in the slightest.” Shaking my head vehemently, as he gives a smile and pushes my hair from my face to see me better.

“I know, my truest. I am sorry I lose my temper. I hate to see you cry, more than anything, especially when I am the cause for such a crime.” He kisses me sensationally and I melt into his body with a satisfied wanton moan. Our kissing quickly grows more passionate, and I feel my hips begin to move of their own accord. My warm bare heat slide over his growing hardness trapped within the confines of his trousers. Walter breaks our kissing with a groan as his head leans back. I felt a moan release from my mouth in what can only be described as pornographic as I feel his hands grip my hips move them faster while lifting his hips to press harder against my heat.

“You’re so beautiful!” He moans, whilst looking at me with a heated heavy-lidded look. I keep eye contact with him as I feel my climax closing in, and I can tell by his moans his is closing in too. “My Lord!” I sighed. I could feel it, it was so close.

“Cum, my truest. Cum for your Master.” One of his hands sliding up my torso to caress my breasts before traveling up to my neck to grip it firmly but not too tight. I felt my core explode with heat as he did this. As he lets go of my neck and my head falls into his neck as I ride out my ecstasy. Once I come down, I then notice he hasn’t felt his release and so my hips pick up the pace and I whimper at the overstimulation of my clit. He shushes me soothingly and I move my head to begin licking his neck.

Receiving the hint, he gives a euphoric smirk and gives me more access to his neck. I place several open mouth kisses along the slope of his neck before finding the perfect spot. I slowly bite down and begin sucking as his body give a jerk and he lets loose a loud cry of pleasure. He quickly reaches his climax and hugs me tighter to his body before moving some of my hair and swiftly biting down. I release a muffled moan as he began drinking and closed my eyes in bliss.

All good things must come to an end though because not long after there is a sharp knock on the door of the study. Walter growls at the nuisance as I unlatch from his neck, and he releases mine. I sit up and give him a playful smile, my fangs coated with his blood. My mischievous eyes gleam as he gives me a loving look despite his annoyance at the interruption.

“Our food is here, my Lord Love.” I breathlessly gasped out with a haunting echo of excitement. He chuckled, and lightly spanked my bottom, before responding.

“Yes, just remember to not play with your food, my truest.”

I stand up on wobbly legs as I say, “You’ve been saying that for over four and a half centuries! I do not understand why you think tonight will be the night I give up my entertainment.”

He jokingly rolls his eyes before pulling me into a passionate kiss and summoning Renfield in.

‘Now the fun really begins.”

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