#The Invitation imagines

[voxmortuus]

#17 & #29 for Walter Deville please? I figured you could use a break from Hannibal.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Walter Deville x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ The Invitation ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 424 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 17. "beg for it" & 29. "you're such a needy girl" ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Smut in Gazebo AKA Outside | Reader rides tip of dress shoe | Pet Name Used - Blood Doll | Calling Walt Master | Reader begging | Reader gets bitten | Blood Kink? | Unprotected P-i-V | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ YOU'RE LUCKY I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIMITS ARE AND WHAT YOU LIKE! I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, I guess that makes me a whore for prompts.... ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @ariesrain ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

As Walter looks down on you, watching you be this horny needy little blood doll of his, he can't help but chuckle. Watching you whimper and moan as you grind yourself against the tip of his shoe as you wrap your arms around his leg. Wet, fuckin soaking wet and needy for him you look up at him and bite your lip.

"I'm so wet… so needy…" You whimper. "I need you, Master." You whimper.

"Do you now, Blood Doll?" He asks with a slight arch of his brow.

"Oh, yes Master, I really… really need you. I need you to fill me. I need you to feed on me." You whimpered as you graze your bud against his shoe.

With a soft chuckle, he takes your chin and forces you to look at him. "Beg for it." He states.

Biting your lip you look over his face, your hands sliding up his hips, over the front of his pants pawing at him.

"Please, Master… Please. I need you, so badly, I need you to fuck me, I need you to feed on me. I need your guidance. Please… Please Master." you beg.

"Aww, look at you. Stand up." He demands.

Standing up you look over his face, biting your lip you let out a soft whimper as you press yourself against him. He reaches his hand between your legs and feels how soaking wet you are.

"Now what do we have here my sweet little Blood Doll? Are we soaked?" He asked.

"Yes, Master, that's how badly I need you." You state nodding.

"Well now… I'm sure that can be arranged." He chuckles with that charming smile of his.

Turning you around he makes you face the outside yard as he places your hands on the railing of the gazebo. As he feels himself stiffen from your arousal he groans and slips his hardened member between your folds and groans.

"You're such a needy girl." He groans softly.

"I'm always needy for you master." You moan softly as you grip the railing and let out another soft moan.

As he kisses your bare shoulder he moves the crook of your neck and sinks his fangs right in. You let out a slightly louder moan and grip the railing tightly. Looking down you see the blood from the bite drip down your chest, you bring a hand up and wipe it across your chest, smearing it into the skin as you let out another moan.

"Oh Master… you're too good to me." You whimper.

[cantstoptheimagines]

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). 

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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.”

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Walt creating a library for you in the mansion

"Walt, where are you even taking me?" You say with a laugh as you carefully followed his lead. With his eyes covering your eyes, you were clueless as to where he was taking you. You knew that you were both still in the De Ville estate because you had not gotten into the car and because you could hear Mr. Field giving some of the other house staff their instructions for the day. But that knowledge only made you feel more curious about the surprise Walt prepared for you. You had been with Walt for hundreds of years and with that much time to explore the De Ville estate, you practically had every nook and cranny of the mansion memorized. 

You could hear Walt chuckle from behind you. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now, would it?" He continued leading you through the estate, taking a series of twists and turns until he finally came to a stop. 

Uncovering your eyes, you were met with the sight of a door. Giving him a confused look, he only gestured for you to open the door. Stepping forward and taking the door's handle into your hand, you pushed it down and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, you were amazed to find a library inside. The once one-floor room had been made into two as floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered the walls, each shelve filled to the brim with books. A spiral staircase could be found in the corner of the room and a rolling ladder connected the bookshelf to each other. From your place, you could see how each wall on both floors had its own rolling ladder. Nearing the closest bookshelf to you, your fingers brushed the spines of the books and you quietly read the titles. They were all books you had read before and loved that you had talked to Walt about along with some unfamiliar ones that piqued your interest. 

"Walt, this is amazing! I love it!" Rushing toward him, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him which he wasted no time in returning. "How were you able to do this without me finding out?" 

"Well, I got lucky that you don't really go into this wing of the estate. Made pulling this whole thing together easier. Now you finally have a place to store and read all your books in." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Only the best for my wife."

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Hey, does anyone remember that one episode of the OG teen titans where it was that contest of champions or whatever? Becuase...

"Welcome, champions all! I am the Master of Games, and you are hereby invited to compete in the Tournament of the Strongest! Each of you have been specially chosen as the smartest and strongest each species has to offer."

"Hey, isn't that a fourteen-year-old?"

[snowberryc]

When you remember that paintings can talk in TWST:

You can't forget about Rosalia from Cater's vignette, she's lonely too.

[lazer-meme]

love love love steddie + supportive wanye

thinking about wayne and eddie going on an annual fishing trip (like thee Munson Men Annual Fishing Trip™️) just like a little weekend away. and the first one is coming up after eddie and steve starts dating. over breakfast eddie jokingly complains about having to go and tries to get out of it. but wayne is used to his dramatics so he just gives hmms when appropriate because eddie’s whole spiel never got him out of it before and he tells eddie that.

steve watches the whole exchange with amusement when wayne asks if he’s looking forward to it. and he’s like ??? because he assumed it was just a wayne and eddie thing. and wayne is like i just told eddie all munsons must go can’t get out of it kid.

steve gets flustered and is internally is like oh??? all munsons,,,

or like after the trip a neighbor asks wayne if they caught anything and he pulls out his wallet to show a picture they took on the trip. wayne passes it with ‘here’s a picture of my boys’ and to steve’s surprise it’s a picture of both him and eddie with their biggest catch.

and just idk wayne casually accepting steve into their family and throwing steve off guard with it.

[raycatzdraws]

ribbonwood

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco whenever he wants to speak:

[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

[youtube with closed captions]

dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

[cantstoptheimagines]

Eternity (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)

Summary — Walt’s jealousy shines through.

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

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

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His gaze burned into you, dark and brooding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Think of what I have given you.” 

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

“And what’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Walt!” you moaned. “Please!”

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

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

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

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

“Walt—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whined, “Walt—”

“Turn around.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[multifandomsimagine]

Gif Source: vvitchresources and mars-gifs

Imagine making Walt jealous with Viktoria

Sitting at his desk, Walt was supposed to be focusing on the stack of paperwork that Oliver had dropped off that needed his immediate attention, but the manor's noise caught his attention. Or more specifically, it was the lack of noise that kept pulling his focus. Usually, the quiet atmosphere of the estate would be a good thing but not with his wives.

Actually, the fact that he hadn't seen them at all today piqued his curiosity. Though the four didn't spend all their time together as they each enjoyed having some alone time every now and then, you should have crossed each other at some point. This stillness must be the calm before the storm and knowing his wives' personalities, especially yours and Viktoria's, meant that he had to be on the tip of his toes for whatever the two of you had planned.

Pushing his seat back, he pulled a bell's string and watched as the bell rang out. Moving back to his desk, he only had to wait a few minutes before his office door opened and Mr. Field walked in

"What can I do for you, my lord?" The butler asked, bowing slightly as he stood before the vampire.

"Have you seen my wives?"

"Lady Lucy has gone out for today to go visit her family while Lady [Name] and Viktoria are in the former's rooms. Shall I call on them for you?"

Walt stands up and shakes his head. "I'll go see them myself. Thank you, Mr. Fields." He says before walking out of his office and making his way to your room.

Climbing up the stairs and nearing your room, he pauses in front of the door when he hears soft sighs and groans emanating from the room as well as the delicious and metallic tang that is wafting out. The smell and sound grow louder when he opens the door and steps inside. You and Viktoria don't seem to notice his presence as the two of you continue to embrace each other. You're laying on the bed as Viktoria is above you as the latter presses kisses up your body. Her fangs are out as she reaches your neck and plunges her fangs into the crook of it and you gasp at the sensation.

"Have my wives grown tired of me?" Walt asks with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe and admiring the scene before him. His words seem to get the two of you to finally notice him as the both of you look up to him. Your blood falls down the corner of Viktoria's mouth and he watches with hungry eyes as it drips down her body. "Here they are indulging themselves with each other's bodies as I get left out and am left with only paperwork."

You sit up a bit, resting on your elbows to get a better look at your husband while Viktoria sits up and straddles your waist, turning her head to look at Walt. "It seemed like you were busy and who are we to bother the lord of the manor," Viktoria smugly smiles with a shrug of her shoulders in mock modesty despite the fact that she is bare of any clothing.

Walt pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the two of you. Sitting on the bed, he trails a finger up Viktoria's side and he enjoys the shivers he pulls from her. When he reaches your blood, he gathers the drip on his finger and brings it to his mouth, his eyes close when he tastes the metallic taste reaches his tastebuds, and he groans in delight. "I always have time for my wives."

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

I saw a Youtube comment talking about how, in the episode "Crosscross," Silas was able to track Jack's location and personal info via social media, so why didn't the Decepticons just do THAT all this time, so they could track the humans/Autobot base?

Then all the commenters agreed that it's because the CAPTCHA "I am not a robot" thing actually works on Decepticons, because they are, in fact robots.

I love this and it shall now be my crack headcanon.

(In all seriousness, I actually don't think it's a plot hole. I think it's a great example of the Decepticons' characterization.

The real reason Decepticons never tried social media tracking is because they're too proud to use human technology. To them, it's considered "inferior."

I'm fascinated by the idea that, if they hadn't underestimated human technology, they could have found all these Autobot secrets, like the location of their base and humans, EASILY. But they never bothered, because "oh, that's worthless human tech."

Keep in mind, in one episode, Starscream actually did explore the human internet, and almost located Bumblebee that way, but the others made fun of him for it (the tap-dancing monkey incident) so we can see they don't respect it enough to give it their time.

It also kinda shows how MECH, to some extent, has an advantage against the Autobots because they're all humans, and are therefore better aquatinted with Earth. Even Airachnid didn't realize social media would be a useful weapon until Silas explained it to her. The Decepticons are obviously more powerful since they're giant aliens, but MECH uses their humanity and Earth knowledge as their greatest strength. It's kinda neat.

[mercysong-tardis]

Deleted TCW scene. You KNOW Satine would visit Corosaunt during the summer for the view.

[ink-ghoul]

Funniest thing Doc could do right now is convincingly pretend he's booking a flight to Portland

[torutorubozu]

satoru pussy to cope </3 its 3am and i should be studying but idc idc satoru pussy comes first

afab!sub!gojo satoru x dom!reader, not proofread at all

satoru’s the type of guy to get wet so easily just from you. so just imagine how he’d be when you’re making out with him.

you pull away, looking at the damp spot on his pants, “already so wet, satoru! i’ve barely even touched you.” he looked at you with hazy eyes, oh he looked so out of it. and just from a makeout session too? so cute!

“n-not my fault you’re so—NGAH!” his eyes widened as he was cut off by your hand slipping in his pants to rub on his dripping cunt, rubbing and teasing roughly.

he couldn’t even make a proper coherent sentence, everything coming out of his mouth were just whimpers and muffled moans—and you were just teasing him!

hes gripping onto you, shaking, moans getting louder and louder the more you tease him. he swore he was seeing stars. “hah—hnng.. i’m gonna‐”

“ah? i haven’t even put any of my fingers in, and you’re already cumming? how shameless of you, satoru.” you say, he looks at you, face all red, mouth hanging with drool down on his chin.

“ngah.. ah—please, pleaashee.. mmmh…” he mumbled, still holding onto you as you continues to grind your fingers on his sopping wet cunt—not showing an ounce of mercy.

he doesn’t even realize that he’s also grinding against you, hips moving on his own desperately trying to find friction on your fingers. “gonnacumgonnacum—” he muttered under his breath, orgasming on your fingers, holding onto you tighter.

he laid himself back, panting, looking away, “c’mon satoru, you think i’m done with you?”

fuck.

[meirathinks]

⊹ ♡₊˚๑ 𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙐𝙏 ! ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

chef!Sukuna headcannons

okay. I know I haven't posted anything in like a year. and I know I'm a little rusty so bare with me ok😭 I'm sorry for the wait! Reader was intended to be black but I don't describe any features. lmk if I should turn this into a fic!!

Warnings: none!!

Chef!Sukuna is one of the world's biggest assholes. SURE he graduated top of his class AND SURE! The waitlist for his restaurant is so, ridiculously long. But his personality? Awful. 

He’s known for his near godly knife skills. He can chop an onion in ten seconds. He’s pretty sure it’s a world record.

His own staff is so, so terrified of him. The new kid, who’s bright-eyed and fresh out of culinary school, who was beyond excited to work at a Michelin-star restaurant quits on his first day.

(he cried on his walk home)

Sukuna leans into the back of his chair, while Uruame lets out an uncharacteristically loud sigh from their spot at the door. 

They step closer into the room while speaking, “You can’t keep a Junior chef for more than six hours—”

Sukuna groans, “Calm down— your job is to be my sous. Act like it.”

He puts his feet up on the peeling wood desk in front of him, deftly ignoring several receipts that were strewn on it.

Uruame nods, before leaving.

Sukuna wasn’t in the wrong you know, the junior chef should’ve known the difference between sauté and panfrying. 

He groans while moving to leave his office— he had prep to do. 

He’s worked hard to get where he is— to make his restaurant as good as it is. He designed the kitchen himself. He chose each appliance meticulously and placed them in the space deliberately

The delivery and food-prep and pastry sections are in specific parts of the kitchen, they cater to the menu.

Speaking of the menu. You cannot tell me that he didn’t lock himself in his apartment with pots and pans strewn everywhere. 

He’d have a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his hair would be a little dishevelled

But, he finally figured out that what his main dish needed was an acid. 

He’d have a rare, genuine smile on his face while he runs his hand through his hair. He’ll take another bite and excitedly drum his fingers on his kitchen countertop. He’s good. He knows he’s good. 

Sukuna’s leaning on the host station with a pencil in hand reviewing the guest list for that night’s dinner. His eyebrows raise at your name— which is circled in red marker angrily. He shouts to Uraume, who’s at the back prepping.

“What’s the red marker for.”

“We have a food critic coming in tonight.”

Sukuna scoffs, “We always have food critics coming in.”

“This one’s different.”

Yeah right.

For the head chef, and owner of a michelin star restaurant— Sukuna is relaxed. 

He’ll wear a white button up and some black slacks and the days he’s expected to work front of house. But his sleeves will be rolled high on his forearms and there’s always this dismissive look in his eyes

He doesn’t have to be some kiss ass— his food speaks for itself. 

People waited months to get into his restaurant for his food, not to have a conversation with him. 

The first thing Sukuna realizes is that you take a laughably short time looking at the menu. From what he can see from the host station, you’re looking at it out of graciousness than necessity. 

He walks over, ready to take your order. He nearly laughs when he notices that your notepad already has writing on it. 

You’re looking up at him through the low light of the restaurant. It’s tinged red. Like a night club you think. Tacky. 

“Hi,” You smile, “I’m surprised I’m being served by the Sukuna.”

“Yeah— it’s a slow day.”

You hum, “And here I was, thinking that you were out here just for me.”

He laughs. It’s this loud, low and smoothe. “I can hear your heart breaking from here.”

“Let’s start with the focaccia.” Your voice is a little shaky. He likes the sound of it.

He walks to the kitchen with a familiar grin on his face. 

Food critic his ass— you’re in love with him. He can tell. 

Chef!Sukuna who’s never had a negative review. Ever.

GQ. The New York Times. The Washington Post. Critics become regulars— they want an excuse to chat Sukuna (even if he doesn’t entertain it)

He’s earned a name for himself in the food scene, you know. People love him whether they like it or not. 

This was just the start too— he’ll open more restaurants, maybe something more formal. He thinks of himself as an immovable object or an unstoppable force or whatever is in those management books Uraume reads

So, imagine his surprise when Uruame forwards an article to him at 11:54 pm on a thursday.

Especially when he sees that you wrote the article. 

And that you gave the restaurant a 3 out of 5

A three out of fucking five.

Sukuna was going to kill someone. You, preferably.