Hunter ☽

20 ୨ৎ she/they Fanfics (some 18+)

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[angelsoteria]

Deliverance

٠ ࣪⭑ Content/tags: oc x Henry Creel, oc x canon, self insert x canon, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, suppressed feelings, alternate reality, doomed romance, romantic tension, dark romance.

٠ ࣪⭑ CW: gore, mentions of trauma/abuse, sh, suicide, toxic relationships, manipulation, arguing.

٠ ࣪⭑ Word count: 2,299

٠ ࣪⭑ a/n: repost cus i revamped the story a bit.

Chapter 1: Something to start with

1977

Hawkins National Lab

It had been 4 weeks since Hunter had been taken to the laboratory. The familiar hospital type smell filled her lungs, a smell that made her feel uneasy. Around her was complete darkness, she couldn’t remember how long it’s been since they put her in the isolation room. Hugging her knees to her chest, she thought “at least I’m safe in here”, her tired eyes struggling to stay open. There’s no way she could fall asleep now, no way she could let her guard down. She doesn’t remember the last time she felt genuinely safe. She used to enjoy being alone, but now, being alone with her thoughts was a punishment more than anything, and her thoughts have been louder than ever before. Between the brainwashing and the abuse, she was ready to give up. She had no reason to fight, no reason to live, no one looking for her. She didn’t know why they took her, but she believed it’s what she deserves. The large metal door swung open, snapping her from her thoughts. The sudden light blinds her as two guards grab her arms and drag her onto her feet. Her eyes adjusting to the overbearing bright lights, she spots a room in the distance, two large white doors now in front of her. The guards open the doors, forcing her to enter. As she took in her surroundings she noticed multiple children of different ages, all wearing plain hospital gowns. They were all participating in different activities without looking up to greet the new arrival. This is the first time she’s seen the others. The room was white just like everything else in this place. From the corner of the room she spotted a tall blonde man dressed in white, bent over, speaking quietly with one of the children before adjusting his gaze over to her. She felt as if his blue eyes were piercing right through her. He stood up straight, swiftly making his way over to where she was standing, stopping a few inches in front of her. His face was almost emotionless as he gave her a small forced smile. He broke the silence and spoke softly, his voice calm and cool compared to the other people she’s encountered, “Hello 019”

Henry studied her for a moment. The dark circles under her eyes, the way she hunched slightly as if bracing for impact, the trembling in her fingers. He didn’t touch his clipboard. Didn’t reach for a pen or write anything down. Instead, he crouched slowly—like he was approaching something fragile and wild—and brought himself to eye level with Hunter. The children kept drawing or stacking blocks. No one looked up. This wasn't unusual here; new subjects came through (and disappeared) often. It was Henry’s job to supervise and study every new subject's arrival into his wing—the behavioral observation chamber disguised as a play therapy room with rainbow murals painted by previous test subjects who never saw the outside again… His voice remained soft when it broke through silence once more:

"Can you tell me your name?"

She avoided his eye contact and let a few moments pass before speaking “Hunter..” she said quietly. She shifted uncomfortably and couldn’t help but fidget with her hands nervously, a habit she’s had since she can remember. Henry didn’t take his eyes off her even when she looked away— He noted her mannerisms without writing anything down, without reacting beyond a slight softening around his eyes.

"Hunter," he repeated gently, testing her name on his tongue as if he wasn’t sure it fit her—the timid girl standing there in oversized hospital scrubs. Then, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a single folded piece of construction paper— he held it out toward her between two fingers like an offering rather than demand. She looked up to glance into his eyes, and turned her attention to the small piece of paper in his hand. She hesitantly held out her hand to take it. “What’s this?” She asked, sounding confused. Henry watched her take the paper—her fingers brushing against his for just a second before she pulled back.

"Something to start with," he said simply, voice still soft without any hint of deception. Something he’s perfected over the years. He straightened slightly but stayed crouched. The children continued their quiet activities— coloring pictures of sunsets they’ve never seen outside these walls. Without another word, Henry gestured toward one of the art tables in the corner of the room—each table had open boxes of crayons, some had half-finished drawings.

"You can draw something," he said, "Anything you want."

She looked over towards the art tables but didn’t move for a few moments. She then slowly made her way to an empty table that had crayons displayed neatly on top of it. She sat down, picked up a purple crayon, and began to draw a cat— her favorite animal. When she was in the outside world, cats were her only friends. She cared for them deeply and understood them better than people. Even though she was human she felt different from others and she hated it. Henry watched her from a few steps away, hands folded loosely in front of him.

… a cat.

He didn’t smile—not openly—but something resembling amusement flickered behind his cold eyes as he observed: pointy ears, long whiskers drawn with little effort. Without interrupting her focus he quietly stepped to another empty table that had more supplies and selected a single pink crayon before returning to stand beside her table again… not too close… just near enough to observe. Hunter noticed his presence lingering and turned her head slightly to glance up at him. She stopped drawing for a moment and finally spoke “what’s your name?” She waited for an answer with a blank expression, eyes dark as if they had no emotion behind them.

Henry didn't answer right away.

He studied her—really looked at her this time. Not just the scrawny girl, but the weight behind those eyes. The darkness hiding under a surface that had learned to shut down.

Then, finally— he said:

"Peter."

No title. No "Doctor." Simple. Humanizing on purpose. This is how he gained the trust of others. She could sense he was lying but she thought nothing of it. Lying was normal here, required even. He held out the pink crayon toward her

"For your cat's fur," he added

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes as she reached for the crayon “thank you..” She colored the cats’ fur and made finishing touches to her art piece. She wondered why he was being kind to her. She thought to herself, “It must be a trick”. She knew quite well that’s how people are, especially here. Henry noticed the small flicker in her expression—the surprise, the suspicion. He didn’t have to read her thoughts to see it. Most people did trick others. Kindness usually came with conditions: favors owed, obedience required, trust manipulated into submission. Something he knew all too well. He wouldn’t blame her for thinking that, it’s the truth after all. He said nothing to push or pry—no questions about why she drew a cat or if it was hers from before this place took her. No evaluation notes whispered into a recorder like some of his “colleagues” would’ve done by now. Instead, he watched Hunter finish shading in each soft patch of fur along her purple cat’s body. One of the children across the room was humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" off-key. Once she was done she turned to him with the drawing in hand and held it in front of him as if to say “this is for you” without actually saying it, waiting for a reaction. Henry didn’t move at first. For a heartbeat—maybe two—he just stared at the drawing in her hands, then up into her eyes. Those blue irises, so different from his own icy stare… A small hint of hope buried under layers of survival. Then he reached out and took the paper with both hands, and looked down at the cat: careful shading on its fur and face—the kind of detail only given to something that meant everything to you.

"...Thank you."

She nodded her head and averted her gaze to the wall, staring blankly. He wondered what was going on in that head of hers. He could just read her thoughts— but why should he care? He doesn’t care. Henry didn’t feel anything— not really. Not the way normal people did. Not love, not empathy. Not the tightening in their chest when someone looks sad. Brenner had carved empathy out of him long ago. Replaced it with cold emptiness and a single directive:

Observe. Report. Control. Obey.

He was brainwashed and abused to be nothing more than an obedient test subject. And yet… he sat there holding Hunter’s drawing—the quietest ripple passed through his mind. Not an emotion—not quite—but something adjacent to it:

Curiosity.

She hadn’t cried much since she arrived. Hadn’t screamed or begged for freedom like others did. But her silence… it wasn't empty— it was heavy. Henry carefully folded her drawing and slipped it into his shirt pocket. She noticed him slip the drawing into his pocket and she couldn’t help but feel a small feeling of.. comfort? She couldn’t quite put a name to this feeling. After feeling nothing but hopelessness for such a long time, this small moment meant something— something she was scared to get attached to. Her feeling of comfort quickly vanished as footsteps could be heard coming towards the room. She could feel the energy shift as all the children went completely quiet. The doors were pushed open to reveal Dr. Brenner standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened and darted over to Henry who was still standing next to her. The moment Brenner stepped into the room, everything changed. The air thickened— The humming child stopped singing. A little girl dropped her crayon without making a sound. Even the color seemed to drain from the rainbows on the walls. Dr. Brenner scanned the room like a predator assessing its territory… and then they landed on Henry first. Henry stiffened slightly beneath his calm exterior, but not enough for anyone else to notice. Brenner said nothing as he walked forward with slow, measured steps— the kind of walk meant to intimidate others

the man who gave orders.

the man no one questioned.

He broke the anxiety-inducing silence

“hello children” he said with a smile that couldn’t fool anyone. “Carry on as if I’m not here”

the children continued what they were doing as Brenner made his way over to Henry and Hunter, shoes clicking against the hard white floor. He stood in front of them “Peter, bring 019 to the testing room” his words clearly not a request, but an order.

Brenner addressed all his test subjects, like they were tools in an experiment rather than people. Because in his eyes, that’s exactly what they were. Henry’s jaw tightened beneath his calm mask. His eyes flicked down to Hunter for just a heartbeat— seeing it again: that tiny spark of hope from moments ago… already being crushed under Brenner's shadow.

“I’ll be waiting.” he said impatiently as he left the room.

Without hesitation, Henry turned toward her. Hunters’ body tensed up as she looked down at the floor, dissociating involuntarily— maybe as an attempt to spare herself the fear of not knowing what awaits her. She rises to her feet and stands beside Henry, waiting for him to lead the way. Henry didn’t attempt to place a guiding hand on her shoulder or comfort her. He never touched the subjects unless instructed to— Brenner had drilled that into him years ago: “no unnecessary contact. No comfort. You are not a caregiver.” So he simply turned and walked toward the door, his steps even—his expression blank once more as he slipped back into the role of “Peter”. Hunter followed behind him like a shadow, barefoot on cold tile, the world around her muffled and distant. The hall outside was bright white, fluorescent lights humming overhead— and eerily silent except for their footsteps echoing down the corridor. She gently grabbed the end of his sleeve to get his attention

“hey..” she whispered “what’s gonna happen to me?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice. Henry stopped. Not because he was supposed to, or because Brenner told him to.. But because she grabbed his sleeve—frightened. She whispered it like a secret plea. Like she trusted that maybe, just for a second… he wasn’t part of it. The light above them flickered slightly as Henry slowly turned his head toward her— not fully facing her— but enough so his profile caught the harsh glow from above. There was a change in his tone, cold, dismissive even. He didn’t give an answer as he turned on his heel to continue walking. It’s easier to say nothing. He didn’t want to allow himself to feel sympathy for just another meaningless subject. He then remembered being her once: small, scared, not knowing what came next in this labyrinth of pain and procedure. The corridor stretched— endless, sterile, suffocating. Each door they passed was identical: metal with a small glass panel at eye level. some labeled with small black letters, others marked "Authorized Personnel Only" faint sounds of muffled voices could be heard through the walls. Others were dark and empty… waiting for new arrivals. Hunter walked a few steps behind Henry, arms hung stiffly at her sides. Henry walked briskly— He knew Brenner hated delays when subjects were being brought in for evaluation. Ahead… at the very end of this hall… was a heavier door with a red light above it: “Testing Room Alpha”

[angelicjcb]

FORBITTEN:

Caius x fem!Reader

POV: You’re just one of the lowly letters girls for the high class Volturi, a secret coven of High Ranking vampires. Aro, the leader, joined by his brothers: Marcus and Caius. As a crush broods in you for the blonde, they begin to notice, unbeknownst to you through their gifts. When Caius reciprocates your infatuation it feels incredibly euphoric, but forbidden…

‼️ SMUT‼️

Contains: Angst, smut, p in v, teasing, biting and feeding, vampires (duh).

Chapter 1: The First Bite

Cold rain spat on the Volturi castle on a dark chilly night. The whole palace smelt of wet stone and expensive marble. Y/N walked the halls, studied the place all the while, as she did sometimes when there was nothing else to do.

She worked as a letter girl for the Volturi, one of the few humans allowed in their coven of Vampires.

Aro, the leader, was always kind to her. Thanking her when she’d walk in with information, a touch of the cheek and the occasional fingering of the hair.

Marcus smiled at her, Marcus hardly ever smiled. She always wondered why. And she wondered even harder why he smiled at her more than anyone else, and why he always looked at her, then to Caius, then back to her. It was like he was sending a message, one she didn’t understand.

But Caius, he was always cold. His lips always in a tight scowl that you could feel piercing in your bones. Red eyes staring into you with pure hatred for all. Nose scrunched so tight it wrinkled to his eyebrows.

As terrifying as he was, there was something so charmingly handsome about him. 

The way his shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was always shining and framing his face in the most perfect of ways. Y/N was always having to bite her lip to mask the redness that flushed on her cheeks. He smelt like expensive musky cologne and his hair had a soft scent of roses despite his dark, evil like exterior. 

Sometimes when she was alone, unbeknownst to their high capacity hearing she’d think of him at night. Think about how he’d feel inside of her. She had only heard of stories of vampires in bed, not knowing the feeling first hand. Though she wondered often.

He always had such an extraordinary aura about him that she wanted to understand better. She wanted to know what was beyond that cold death stare he prided himself so highly with. 

As she was thinking about him as she trotted down the halls, there he suddenly appeared. “You’re out late,” he scowled, holding his hand and pressing his knee against the stone wall, holding Y/N in place. She gasped at the sight of him. It was rather late, not to a vampire, but for a human it was incredibly late. 

“I.. I was just,” she stuttered on her words, barely able to gather them by the way his ruby red eyes pierced through her like a spear. “Hmmm,” he purred, taking in her scent like a hungry wolf to an innocent dear. And that’s what she was to him in this moment. She was his prey. 

“I see the way you look at me, Y/N,” he began, accent laced with mischief. She breathed in hard as her eyes widened from embarrassment, but also from being turned on that he noticed the little things. 

“You think you’re so quiet and innocent, but my ears hear everything,” he growled, running his fingers against her mouth. 

“I hear my name on these pretty lips when you think no one can hear you play with yourself.” She took her eyes to the floor in complete embarrassment. That wasn’t something he was meant to hear.

“You think you can get away with that?” He growled again, pushing himself further against her.

“Answer me Y/N,” he chastised. 

“No,” she whimpered. 

“Tell me,” he began, whispering. “How bad do you need me to fuck you? Huh? Tell me right now,” he whispered, breathing down her neck, pressing his thigh between her legs. 

“So.. bad, Caius,” she stuttered again. He choked out a small grunt and a stifled laugh. He was so cold and serious, but he couldn’t lie, she made his skin boil, but in a good way.

He didn’t like the way some of the other men in the palace looked at her. The way they eyed her legs, her hair, the way her tight dresses hugged her figure. He wanted her for his eyes only.

“This neck, it looks so delicious,” he whined, leaving small kisses on it and nipping at it with his round, almost crooked front teeth. 

“If you want me I’m going to need your blood,” he told her with fire in his eyes, begging for the sweet blood she held beneath her warm skin. He could practically smell it and hear it pumping through her veins as her pulse quickened.

“Just a little bit, I’ll be gentle,” he reassured with calm strokes against her neck with his knuckles. She turned her head to give him better access to her neck for him to feast. He chuckled, 

“Needy little thing you are,” he groaned, taking a deep breath before sinking his long, sharp fangs into her neck. She whimpered softly and winced at the pain, but it was oddly erotic how he took it so gently. He drank until he felt satisfied. He licked at the two holes he made to amend the wound. 

“Good girl,” he smiled, licking his lips and wiping his hand against them. “Now,” he said, pressing himself even closer to where she felt his erection on her leg, her blood doing its intended purpose. A gasped moan slipped from her lips.

“Is this what you wanted?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pulling her thigh up to wrap around his waist. She was already panting and they hadn’t made any friction.

“Answer me now,” he growled, nails scrapping into her thighs.

“Yes!” She gasped.

“Good,” he smiled, all smug and satisfied. She couldn’t help but grind herself against his growing bulge, causing a choked gasp to escape from his stomach. 

“God you’re so pathetic,” he groaned in that old accent of his. The friction felt so relieving despite it being through clothed skin.

She whimpered lightly, and he couldn’t deny it felt nice to him too. He held his stomach taut and sucked his cheeks in deep, biting down on them to keep himself from making any noise.

“Shhh, not here little bat,” he giggled, pulling his leg down. Her chest already heaving, lip pouting from being denied. He knelt down and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to his chambers.

He threw her down on the bed, the only time it was ever used.

“What do I do with you?” he pondered, circling the bed as he slowly removed his coat, making the pulse in her crotch grow ever harder. 

“Ah I know,” he smiled, coldly and with strong lust behind his red eyes. “Undress,” he growled. 

She hesitated, but complied. Seeing him demanding turned her on so strongly. She slid her dress down to where she was left in just her underwear, socks and high heels that hugged her feet.

“All of that,” he said, tugging at her bra with his teeth. “But these,” he purred, running his finger down her high Lacey socks and heels. 

She slid her underwear down and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, throwing them to the other side of the room. 

“Good,” he smiled. “Now… touch yourself,” he whispered.

“What..” she gasped. “You heard me,” he growled, more demanding than ever.

She was already soaked as she slid her fingers on her clit, letting out small whines as she did. He watched intently. His eyes were practically glued to her fingers as she slid them inside herself. His adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and panted. 

“Come on, let me hear how good that feels,” Caius chastised, climbing on the bed to get a better view between her spread legs. She moaned pathetically, curling her fingers harder. 

“Caius,” she moaned, the way he heard when she thought no one could’ve. He could feel himself grow even harder through his pants as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. 

“Come on pretty girl, let me watch you cum,” he said with his lips on her lush legs that quivered at her every stroke and his every word. He could see the way she clenched around herself, he could feel how close she was getting. 

Yet he didn’t care, he grabbed her wrist and halted her progress.

“That’s enough now,” he demanded.

She whined, “But I didn’t finish.”

“Shhh, all in good time my love,” he assured, taking her hand away from her unsatisfied cunt.

She whined all pathetically, unhappy with his teasings. He picked her up again, setting her down on his vanity, pressing her against his mirror. 

It put her at the perfect height for his tall lanky self. He grabbed her wrists and looked at her with his eyes that dipped to his belt. She complied, undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down.

He pulled his pants down tossing them away, letting his dick finally breathe in the cool air. It was better than she imagined.

She figured a man with his cocky ego would have something pitiful despite the crush she had on him. But he lived up to her potential.

He placed a finger on her chin, 

“Look at me while I fuck you, or I’ll stop, understood?” He demanded, eyes glowing sapphire red with desire and hunger.

She nodded compliantly. He smiled as he pressed himself against her and entered her with a loud guttural grunt and a whine that slipped from her lips. 

He rocked his hips gently to start, but he dug deep.

“Eyes on me gorgeous,” he taunted.

Her heeled feet wrapped around his bucking waist as she moaned, eyes focusing closely on his eyes causing him to grow in speed. He bit down hard on his lips to mask his pleasure though it resulted in small whimpers in his throat.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her head falling slightly backwards against the fogged mirror. He halted his pace entirely, not leaving room to slow, grabbing her throat.

“Do I need to remind you again?”

He threatened, “Eyes. On. Me.” 

She whimpered, nodding her head again. He started rocking again, faster and deeper this time. The vanity wood shook, the mirror fogged, and she grew sweatier. His nails dug deep into her pretty lacy socks, ripping them and leaving them tattered. 

“I’ll buy you new ones love,” he panted through gritted teeth and loud exasperated groans.

“Fuck you feel so good, God help me,” he moaned, taken over by her perfect tightness.

His sensitive ears heard the sounds of shoes hitting the marble floor in the hallway. He smiled, covered her mouth, and pushed his hips even harder into her. 

“Are you gonna slip up? Are you gonna let them hear?” He teased, watching her eyes tear up and small whimpers dropping between his fingers.

“Keep those eyes open for me baby,” he whispered, quickening his speed in a way that made her melt into him, making it impossible not to make noise.

He heard the foot steps trail off and removed his hand from her mouth, letting her screams escape her throat. 

“Oh my love I know, I know it feels so good,” he bantered, holding a tight grip on Y/N’s neck. His rhythmical grunts grew louder as he edged closer.  

“Cum for me, let me feel you wet around my cock come on,” he whined, completely gone.

She rocked her hips harder against him, tangling her fingers in his strawberry hair as they shared hot breathed kisses.

Though he could hardly keep his mouth on hers with the sounds that fell from him and the delectable pleasure he felt deep in his bones.

His mouth gaped open as his Adam’s apple bounced with groans. She clenched around him as she quickly came over him making his last thrusts slick and wet. 

With a final hard thrust he was spent, wetness gushing from him. His head fell onto her shoulder, completely breathless and whiny. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, fingers playing with his soft hair gently. 

“Hey,” she started, still catching her breath. He hummed softly.

“Look at me,” she demanded, the same way he did. He raised his head to look at her. When he did, she scooted herself further to the edge of the vanity, gaining herself leverage to slowly push against his hips.

He gasped a hard breath, his jaw dropping again in a full groan. The sensitivity in him was unbearable but fuck how it felt good. 

His skin felt like it was being electrocuted with sex pulsing through his wet pale skin.

“Oh my fuck…” he gasped,

“Love, oh my God,” he could hardly breathe.

It felt just as sensitive for her as it did for him, but it felt so good to watch him fall apart for her after watching him act so tough and cold.

“I.. I can’t stand stop,” he begged, knees buckling beneath him.

He pulled out of her quickly before she slid off the vanity and sunk herself back on him on the bed with her legs wrapping around his waist. She bounced and rolled her hips on him, making him whimper like such a weak little thing. 

“Oh, look who’s all pathetic now,” she chastised back at him now, still breathless against him.

He couldn’t even talk back as much as he wanted to say something cocky, but he was so overstimulated with sensation he couldn’t conduct a sound besides whines and moans that were so uncontrollable he couldn’t even keep his mouth shut. 

His red eyes watered as she rolled her hips in an erratic rhythm making the wet sounds so obscene. 

“Fuck I’m gonna… oh Y/N fuck,” he groaned rhythmically, twitching inside of her, another orgasm building in his belly he couldn’t possibly hold back no matter how hard he bit down on his lip or constricted his stomach.

His moans fluttered loudly as he came once more inside of her. She held herself up against him for a beat and then dropped against his chest as he fell back against the mattress. 

Her sweat dripped from his bare chest and soaked his once kept hair. 

“Fuck,” he gasped.

He had never felt this way before, he had never let someone see him like that. He was the type to be in control, and he liked it that way.

Control was all he had of himself, but when someone took it anger boiled inside of him. The urge to kill, to take back power.

But when Y/N took it, it felt like he never wanted to be in control again. He could’ve taken control, he was much taller than her, and far stronger than any mortal human being, but he chose to let her take over.

He’d soon regret that. 

He ran loving circles on her wet back, kissing her temples gently.

“Did you enjoy that my little love bat?” He asked in a gentle voice she hadn’t heard from him.

“Mhm,” she hummed softly, hardly able to say anything else. Suddenly he realized he had let someone see his vulnerability and he hated that.

“Get up,” he commanded, sternly. “

What?” She sighed, hearing the coldness in his voice again.

“I said get up, grab your things and leave me,” he fired, pushing her off of him.

“Caius.. are you alright?” She asked, confusion sprawled across her face. 

“I’m fine, just leave,” he hissed, the old red eyed, puffy lipped scowl on his face again. She was confused, hurt, but she knew what it was like to live up to a constant expectation and image.

She knew it was hard for him to live the way he did, under such watchful eyes from the others and the great expectations of being one of the highest leaders of his species.

The most cruel of them all.

She dressed herself quickly, trying to make herself presentable. She walked to the door but before she could open it he spoke. 

“If you tell anyone about this or anyone finds out, I’ll fucking kill you, do you understand that?” He growled with a chilling glare.

“Yes sir,” she stuttered again. He began to walk towards her, cupping her ass in his palm and whispering from behind, 

“Don’t think that doesn’t mean that if I catch you walking around in those sexy little heels and socks again I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

The mixed reactions confused her but it also gave her a glint of hope that this wouldn’t be this last time.

He placed a loving kiss on her neck and took one final squeeze of her ass as she opened the door and left.

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AAAHHHH!!! Yall this is craziness…

I can’t believe I’m actually uploading this…

When I started this garbage I never expected it to share with anybody outside of my friend groups but here it is today! I hope you love it and stay for the rest of this

CURRENTLY EIGHT PART SERIES. (And more to come… good lord…)

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Thank you so much I couldn’t do so much without you!! 

And I wanna thank every one of my friends who has supported this since the beginning and has just been so kind to me! 

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I hope you all enjoy the coming chapters!!

[simpfordemetri]

Caius Volturi nsfw Headcanons plsssssss

Caius Volturi NSFW Headcanons

• Sex with Caius is intensely rough, he doesn’t do gentle or vanilla. He manhandles her 24/7, leaving bruises everywhere even if he is careful not to snap bones. He has all the control, and any try of domination from her part will be turned down and punished.

• He is very experienced, he is old enough to know what she will like and what she won’t, but he is also too arrogant, if she tries to guide him he will hiss at her to shut up and take what he is giving.

• Hair pulling is a thing, but again, it’s not gentle. He fists her hair hard and yanks enough to expose her throat, biting and sucking until she is covered in marks and whimpering, both in pain and in pleasure.

• Spanking (the awkwardness writing this is REAL anyways). With Caius punishing sex is a thing, and for that he uses spanking, leaving handprints marks on her ass. Specially after days where he felt she has been stubborn or too much of a brat, he will spend a generous amount of time spanking her, making her count until she is fruit and begging.

• Choking and breath play too. He loves control so much that he also needs to control when she breathes, while he is deep inside her he will grab her throat enough for her to stop breathing for a few seconds, always careful, but still deciding for her.

• He wants her to obey during sex, if she looks away while he is inside her he will grip her jaw forcing her gaze back and demand her to maintain eye contact. If she tries to take control even when she knows she is not allowed to, he will punish her until she obeys.

• Biting is non-negotiable, everywhere, along her inner thighs, the curve of her breasts, the nape of her neck where her pulse flutters desperately for him . He doesn’t drink or let venom inside, he just marks her, sometimes he lets a few drops of blood slide through her body so he can lick them clean.

• After stressful trials, he uses sex as an outlet. He will fuck her over and over until she is overstimulated and begging him for mercy. Only when he comes with a snarl he stops, staying inside her for hours after.

• He needs her to be marked. Hickeys that last for days, handprints, bite marks… He makes her wear clothes that reveals the hickeys and bruises he left in her body so everyone can see who holds the power in their relationship.

• Public risk turns him on more than he admits. He tries to be above that since he is old enough to control himself, but he always end up pulling her into some dark corridor in the castle and fucking her with his hand over her mouth, not stopping until they are only seconds about to get caught.

• Aftercare is surprisingly present, he won’t cuddle her softly, but he does pull her against his chest stroking her hair or tracing the marks he left. In rare tender moments he will prepare a bath for her, but not always.

• Arguments often end with angry sex against the nearest wall, his temper and lust intertwined. Sex is even rougher, he needs to feel you still love him even after fighting, and the only way he knows how it’s to feel you wrapped around him.

• Kinks: bondage with silk ropes, temperature play, sadism choking, breath play, and sensory deprivation.

[angelsoteria]

Morning coffee

٠ ࣪⭑ content/tags: Henry Creel x Reader, Henry Creel x gender neutral! Reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

٠ ࣪⭑ CW: depression, suicidal thoughts, hopelessness

٠ ࣪⭑ Word count: 569

٠ ࣪⭑ a/n: just a short thing I wrote for my own comfort. Hope it brings comfort to others as well 🖤

It was nearly the afternoon, and Y/N still hadn’t climbed out of bed to greet Henry in the kitchen for coffee the way they usually did each morning. They laid there, staring at the wall with a blank expression. They had been awake for hours but the feeling of hopelessness made it almost impossible to get up.. almost like bricks weighing them down. A small knock on the door interrupted their thoughts, but they still didn’t move. Henry quietly opened the door, peaking in with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

He could instantly tell something was bothering them as he made his way over. He sat on the bed next to their legs, placing a hand on their blanket covered shoulder.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He said with genuine concern in his voice.

“I brought you some coffee with cream, just how you like it..” his voice was soft and comforting, but they stayed silent— no energy to explain how they were feeling. He knew they didn’t feel like talking when they got like this. He set the coffee down on the bedside table, and leaned in, planting a small kiss on their forehead. They could feel hot tears forming in their eyes as they tried to swallow the lump in their throat to keep themself from crying. They hated crying in front of others, especially Henry. It made them feel weak and pathetic. Of course he noticed and looked down at them, raising a hand to gently caress their hair.

“Everything will be ok, my love. These feelings will pass. I promise you..” finally they locked eyes with Henry, unable to stop the tears from running down their face.

“No matter what I do or where I go, these horrible feelings follow me. What’s the point in trying to be happy when I know things will never get better?..” This was their breaking point. It took a lot for them to open up about these kinds of feelings because they fear vulnerability. Henry took a breath, not breaking eye contact. He took their hand in his and spoke softly, wiping the tears from their face. “Oh, darling.. I know what that’s like— feeling trapped and hopeless. I see your suffering.. and I know how dark everything must seem, but I also see your strength and resilience. You’ve come too far to give up now. You’ve grown so much over the years, and I know for a fact one day you’ll look back on this and feel proud that you never gave up— even when things seemed meaningless..” eventually less tears fell from their face and was replaced with a small smile.

“Thank you, Henry.. really. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” They sat up and squeezed his hand gently. He then pulled them into a warm hug, their face buried in his sweater that smelled like vanilla and coffee.

“You don’t have to thank me.. I love you, Y/N.”

He placed a hand on top of their head. They melted into his embrace with a sigh of relief and comfort. “I love you so much, Henry.”

They stayed like that for a moment before loosening their grip on each other. He glanced over at their mug. “Your coffee’s getting cold, dear.” They reached over to grab the warm mug, bringing it to their lips to take a sip.

[angelsoteria]

Surrender

!! 18+ !!

Soft dom! Henry Creel x Sub Fem! Reader

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ content/tags: MDNI, praise kink, fluff, choking, foreplay, edging, fingering, brat taming, cozy, romantic, shy reader.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ CW: forced submission (consensual ofc)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ word count: 1,280

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ a/n: I got inspired by a Depeche Mode song so here we are (Henry is so Depeche Mode coded) also this is my first smut so it’s a little vanilla— just kinda testing the waters for now.

It was a gloomy day in early autumn, the once green leaves had started to turn burnt orange and golden yellow. Y/N was on an afternoon walk, savoring the scent of the fall air and the sight of beautiful colors— it was her most favorite season. She hummed softly to herself until she felt a raindrop fall onto her nose. She looked up at the sky— more raindrops began to fall so she decided to head back to her house. Well, Henry’s house. They had been living together for quite some time now. She genuinely enjoyed his company (and his cooking). Ever since they found each other, Henry had changed almost completely.. For the most part. He was thoughtful, kind even. Which is something most people refused to believe. But it didn’t matter because she was happy, and so was he.

She walked up the steps to the house— glancing through the large stained glass window. She grabbed the handle and opened the door, stepping inside before closing it behind her. The air smelled like pumpkin spice waffles.. He must have lit her favorite candle. Taking off her wet shoes and placing them neatly next to his, she walked to the living room to find Henry sitting in his chair, reading a book. A mug of hot tea sat on the coffee table beside him. He looked up to meet her gaze “hello my darling. Have a nice walk?” He smiled and closed his book, setting it next to his tea.

she nodded her head “Yeah. The leaves were pretty” He rose to his feet and took a few steps towards her. “Your hair is all wet. I didn’t realize it was raining.. would you like some tea or coco?” His tone was soft and gentle as he raised a hand to caress her hair. She leaned into his touch like a cat begging for scratches.

“That sounds nice actually. Can I have.. earl grey?” He turned from her to walk to the kitchen. She followed behind him, which is something she usually did. The kettle on the stove had already been hot so Henry poured water into a mug and reached for the tea bags but was interrupted by Y/N suddenly wrapping her arms around his waist, face buried into his back. Eyes closed she spoke softly.

“I love you..”

The ends of Henry’s lips curled into a smile. He never got tired of hearing her affection for him. When they first met, things were different. A lot different. He never spoke about his feelings or even felt any kind of pleasant emotion. The most “pleasure” he had felt was taking the lives of others or psychologically torturing them until suffering was all they knew. Yet somehow.. cold, calculated, controlling— turned to affectionate, caring, and gentle. It took a lot of time and effort, but at the same time, it was so easy with her. She ignited feelings in him that were buried deep.

He turned to face her, locking his icy blue eyes with her own. Lifting a hand to caress her face. “I love you, my dear.”

She could feel her heart start to race as she looked up at him. His eyes softened as he noticed the pink spread across her cheeks.

“Hmm.. have you forgotten that I can read your mind?” He smirked

Flustered, she broke eye contact to look down at the floor. “Uhh..”

Seeing her reaction to his comment about her intimate thoughts flipped a switch inside of him. He grabbed her chin, making her look back at him. He then leaned down to close the space between them, softly pressing his lips against hers. His hands cupping her face as they kissed slowly— but passionately. His hand trailed down to her neck, tracing with light touches. A small whimper escaped her lips and Henry was struggling to control himself. He loved teasing her until she was a whining mess, begging for him to touch her. He wanted nothing more than to ruin her, but he always took his time.

He pulled away and smiled playfully. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom, shall we?”

She took his hand in hers as they walked to the room. Upon arriving, he immediately reconnected their lips once again, pushing her onto the bed. She fell on her back as he brought his hand up to her neck, fingers wrapping around it without squeezing. His other hand lightly trailed down her chest, making her gasp softly. He pulled his lips away for a moment, face still lingering close to hers.

“Mmm.. I know exactly what you want.” He ran his fingers over her covered nipple, tracing in little circles— making her breath hitch as she squirmed slightly. Hand moving lower, painfully slow— he pressed his lips against her neck, switching between kisses and sucking on that sensitive spot, leaving hickeys on her skin. His hand stopped right above where she wanted it most. She whined impatiently as he pulled back to look her in the eyes.

“Look at you.. such a needy little mess for me.. Let’s get you out of these clothes, love.” He took a moment to help her peel off her clothes, tossing them to the floor. She squeezed her thighs together with a mischievous expression, denying him access.

He raised an eyebrow. “ohh so now you’ve decided to misbehave?” He laughed— voice smooth and seductive— accepting her challenge. “Well.. fortunately for you, it won’t take long for me to break you, darling..”

He slipped both of his hands in between her thighs and swiftly forced them open, crawling on top of her. He brought his lips down to her chest, brushing them against her hardened nipple. She shivered in excitement as Henry opened his mouth, licking her with his soft tongue.

“Mmm” she moaned in response. He switched between both of her breasts— giving them the same amount of attention, sucking on them as he moved his free hand down her body once more.

This time he didn’t stop his hand at her stomach, instead, he brushed his fingertips against her clit, pressing lightly and moving in small circles. Her whole body twitched as she closed her eyes. Her wetness had already drenched his hand.

“Hmm..” he hummed “what a good girl..”

Hand moving down to her entrance— he slipped one finger inside, thrusting in and out slowly. She whimpered loudly and threw her head back

“You’re so pretty when you fall apart for me..”

The pit in her stomach tightened as he fingered her— at that point she was seeing stars. Eyes closed, her breathing was heavy in between sounds of pleasure. “Look at me.” he demanded.

Her eyes snapped open as she looked into his. She had fully let go, not caring what she sounded like. She was a panting, moaning mess. Henry wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing harder this time.

“Don’t hold back sweetheart, I want to hear you.”

She squeaked “H-henry!” While thrusting, he pressed his thumb on her clit again, pushing her over the edge.

“Fuck— oh god..” she closed her eyes as her whole body convulsed, overstimulated as the orgasm took over. He didn’t stop until she fully rode it out, slowing down once she had reached the final stretch of the climax. Henry removed his hand and smiled, crawling over to lay down next to her. Breathless, she turned to him and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and almost immediately she fell asleep from exhaustion. He looked down to see she was fast asleep, and planted a kiss on her forehead. The sound of the raindrops falling outside made him sleepy as well—so he closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.