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vampcubus · 2 years

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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 : 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!vampire!julian devorak . dom!fem!reader/apprentice . menstruation kink . blood kink . facesitting . squirting . slight mommy kink (says it like once?) . slight scent kink . handjob .

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew.

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry.

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?”

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily.

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles.

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth.

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut.

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder.

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor.

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris.

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel.

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely.

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace.

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs.

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body.

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt.

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want.

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching.

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you.

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip.

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh.

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #kinktober 2021 #kinktober #julian devorak x reader #ilyushka x reader #julian x reader #the arcana x reader #n/sfw #smut #female reader #dom reader #fem!reader #sub julian #dom!reader #vampire!julian

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ctitan98official · 2 months

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When Alcina and Cass walk in a room and find Y/N asleep

Alcina: *Looks at Y/N, gushes* Aww, so precious! I’ve never seen anything cuter! *Turns to Cass with a smile* What about you, draga?

Cass: *Crinkles her nose in disgust* Eww… Are we looking at the same thing, mother??

Alcina: *Shocked* What?! How can you say that?! Y/N’s adorable! Just look at them!

Cass: I’m desperately trying not to…

Alcina: *Crosses her arms, furrows her brow* Hmph! Well, I’ll have you know that I have excellent taste, daughter. I wouldn’t keep someone around the castle who wasn’t up to my standards!

Cass: *Shrugs* Whatever you say, mother.

Alcina and Cass: *Walk out, continue disagreeing about Y/N’s looks*

Y/N: *Still asleep*

Note: A face only a tall vampire mommy could love… 🥰

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#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #cassandra dimitrescu

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fandomesticity · 4 months

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Chaotic, Controversial and Generally Cursed Baldur’s Gate Fancast

Part 1 : Main Party

Machine Gun Kelly as Astarion

CURSED Ever wonder what Astarion would be like if he all of the attitude and none of the charisma? Now’s your chance to find out! Plus, I get the feeling he’d get way too into his vampire role and make it his entire personality.

Ariana Grande as Lae’zel

CURSED Notoriously difficult to work with and 100% will break up another cast member’s marriage (my bets are on Pratt).

Chris Pratt as Gale

CURSED He's really just The Worst Chris™ - and that's saying a lot with Cristopher Columbus in the running.

Rachel Zegler as Shadowheart

CONTROVERSIAL She is an incredibly polarizing figure for reasons that, from a casual observer, seem pretty dumb (Disney adults are exhausting and unrelated racism).

Kevin Hart as Wyll

CURSED Look, I love Wyll, but I’m just imagining a 5’4” Blade of Frontiers asking mommy Karlach for “uppies”.

Megan Thee Stallion as Karlach

CHAOTIC (GOOD) Real Hot Girl Shit™ but literally. She’s tall, gorgeous, charismatic and likes to dance. Fight me; she’s perfect.

I’ve thought about this way too much.

Part 2 | Part 3

#fancast #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #cursed image #astarion #lae'zel #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #karlach

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pebbleswritessometimes · 1 year

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Hiii! 👋🏻

Could I request a Larissa x Reader smut encounter? I just wanted to see Reader being pressed against a bookshelf and them making out 🙂🙈💖. If you can make them getting caught by someone else and being questioned what they were doing, so Reader turns and picks the first book they see which for their embarrassment is Sappho 👁👄👁🤣

Hey dear! Hope this is okay :)

Caught

Larissa weems x Reader

Not super smutty but regardless

18+ MINORS GO AWAY

Warnings: none

Not really proof read, my apologies

You loved your work. The smell of old and well loved pages, watered soil from the potted plants, and brewed coffee, all blended together to create something that you considered simply divine. It was a calm responsibility, but one that you took pride in. Sorting novels and textbooks, charting out student book returns, and often losing yourself in an abundance of chapters at your desk.

Exams for the students had been completed the week prior, so it wasn’t often anyone would come into the library for anything. It was just you and your gigantic pile of books. You told yourself that you’d only pick out two books to take and enjoy at your desk. You realized as soon as you sat down, that wasn’t the case. Genres spanning from fantasy, to mystery, and even to some sappy romance. You flipped a coin, chose your book, and kicked your feet up on your desk.

“Holy shit. Queen Gwen is.. AHA SHES GAY, ANOTHER WIN, FUCK YEAH,” you flung your body off the chair and shimmied around in gay excitement. “Good morning, Miss Y/N. Are you sure that language is appropriate during school hours?” Your boss, Larissa, laughed as she watched your reaction. You squeaked as you bounced back, nearly ramming yourself into the shelves behind you. “I- uhh.. ah ha okay so see-“ you were a frazzled mess as you tried to explain that you had merely gotten a little too invested in your book. “I’m only teasing, dear. No need to worry,” she chuckled, placing the book she had tucked away in her arm, on the return cart. You exhaled, trying to compose yourself. You watched her as she filed through some of the books you had stacked on the table. Flipping them over, reading their previews, and with a hum, she’d place them back neatly where they had laid previously.

For some reason, you were nervous as you observed her. You never cared about what others thought of the books you read, but her? You wanted so badly for her to think highly of you. What would she think when she found that book about a super tall, vampire dommy mommy? Or what about the book that goes into detail of the relationship between a queer, gender neutral Lucifer and their fallen angel, wife? “Are these all the books you’re planning on reading today?” She smirked, walking over with a leather-bound book in her hands. “Or did you simply get carried away with your options,” you could’ve sworn you saw something in her eyes. “I- yes I seem to have gotten a little ambitious,” you tittered. “Ambitious. I like it,” she was definitely flirting now right? No, she wouldn’t play with you like that, would she? “Mind showing me where I could find more stories like this one?”

You took the book from her hands and- this is the one she wants similar books to? “Have you read this one, Principal Weems?” You turned your gaze towards her and tapped your fingers upon the books leather cover, as you waited for her answer. “Yes, it’s one of my favorites actually! You should read this one next, it’s a lovely book,” her smile never left her features. “This is actually one of my favorites, too! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read it,” you nearly couldn’t contain the excitement from talking about your favorite book. Although, you were a little shocked that your boss had read the, “Lucifer and Fallen Angel,” book. Thinking about her reading chapter 5, where the fallen angel gets pushed against the wall by a towering Lucifer, a blush quickly made its way across your features. Furrowing her brows, she wondered what made you such a blushing mess in front of her.

“Well then, Miss Y/N. Maybe you’ll benefit from a trip to that section of the library as well,” she winked and turned towards the shelves. It almost seemed as if she knew exactly where she needed to go already.

Setting down the book and grabbing a small clay watering bell, you began to make your way to the section where the similar vein of books were located. Larissa was a little confused as to why you had a small piece of pottery that fit your thumb perfectly at the top. It clicked when you took a small detour towards the potted snake plant. “Sorry, Principal Weems. Snakester was due for a watering and I figured since we were headed back this way I could get her taken care of,” you chimed, “and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to test out the watering bell I made.” She looked at the bell, then back to you in awe, “You made that? It’s beautiful. And it seems to work very nicely,” she said as she admired you and the other work of art you had grasped in your dominant hand. “Yes, it does seem to work quite well, doesn’t it? Alright, my love, on to the books,” setting down the bell on the table that stood next to the plant. She blushed at the pet name and trailed behind you.

“So! Tell me, what did you like about that specific book? Maybe I’ll be able to point you in the direction of one’s you’re most likely to enjoy,” you looked up at her and immediately regretted it. Seeing her look down at you like that, you couldn’t help the thoughts forming in your mind. Suddenly, the minuscule confidence you previously carried, had completely evaporated. She stared down with a smirk. You started twirling your fingers and bit your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She knew she had you in the palm of her hand. “Let’s see, hm. I enjoyed the banter between the two main characters,” stepping closer to you, “I loved the heavily seductive scenes and the way Luci pushed the angel back,” pushing another step forward until finally closing the space between. “Were you fond of that part too, Y/N?” She looked down at you as she grasped your chin with her thumb and pointer. With quick breaths, you frantically nodded. “Is this okay?” She checked as she moved her face closer to yours. Met with another nod, she corrected, “You have to use your words, sweetheart,” seeing you gulp before your answer, she smirked. “Yes, please.. yes,” you despised how pathetic you sounded but in that moment you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on yours. Pushing you all the way back against the book shelf, she held your face and used her free hand to pull your hips towards her. A small moan escaped as she deepened the kiss and her hold on you.

Breaking away for just a moment to breath, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been dreaming about that,” you admitted. “You’ve been dreaming about kissing your boss? Naughty, Miss Y/N,” she chuckled before confessing the same. Didn’t take you two long before you began to make out again. Moving her hand up your torso, you grabbed her face with your own hands and pushed your bodies closer. God, you needed her so bad, and she needed you just as much. She hitched up your leg and slid her knee between yours. You moaned at the action and couldn’t help the immediate movement you made. “So needy, my dear,” you both giggled.

“Y/N, are you back here? I had a question about-“ Thornhill had stopped in her tracks, wide eyed at the scene unfolding in front of her. With another squeak from you, you both stumbled back and away from each other. A large grin spread across her face, “Now, what are you two kids doing back here?” Larissa turned around, a rosey color painting her skin, she swiped out the wrinkles your little games had produced, and turned back around. “Oh! Hey Marylin! Haha we were just looking for uh,” scanning the books nearest to you and picking the first one that caught your eye, “This book! This one right here,” you let out a pained chuckle. “Is that so? What’s it about?” Thornhill raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as she excitedly awaited for your improvised answer. “What book? Oh this one? Oh let’s see, this is about um…it’s-“

Cursing yourself for not looking properly at the book before grabbing it, you looked back at the woman whose mouth was just glued to yours. Her arms were crossed on her chest, with her hand resting in her palm. You couldn’t believe how guilty she looked, if you hadn’t just been caught acting like two teenagers, you would’ve laughed at the sight of her being so bashful. “Go on, Y/N. Tell me what the story is about,” You could tell Marylin was enjoying this. She rocked back and forth on her heels.

Swallowing before you spoke, “It’s um. Haha, so it’s about two woman who- oh wow okay, phew um. It’s about two woman who,” it’s almost funny how much you’re struggling to get a simple explanation out. “They fall for each other and… and they- You know wow! Look at the time, Miss Weems! We oughta catch that thing at that place before it’s gone,” you look back at Larissa with pleading eyes and see she’s trying her best not to chuckle at the previous display of your nervousness. You shove the book back into the case and rush passed the woman who had just caught you with your tongue in your employers mouth. “Okay, bye!” You could be heard from a distance as you ran back to your desk and hid your face in your palms.

You hear the unmistakable clicking of Larissa’s heels making their way over to you. Glancing up through your fingers, you see the woman resting her arms on the counter above your desk. “She’s gone, sweetheart,” she looked at you fondly. “I can’t believe we did that,” keeping your face behind your hands. “I’m glad we did,” she returned. “I’ve got a parent meeting I’m needed at, but I’d like to see you later. Think you could meet me in my office after-hours?” She bit her lip as she proposed the question. It didn’t take long for you to give her the answer she was hoping for, “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be there.”

“Ma’am?” She tilted her head, “I like it,” she nodded as she made her way out of the library. It was safe to say, you had no clue what to expect that evening, but you were excited, nonetheless.

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday weems #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #weems #wednsday addams #i am on love with this woman #on my knees for my bby grill #larissa weems smut

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Draco Malfoy's masterlist

Welcome to my Draco Masterlist, readers, and I hope you like my fics! Header, banners, and dividers are all by me

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A lot of my work is old so my writing did improve. it's organized from oldest to newest so that's a warning! if it's cringy sorry [I May Update Them]

After - FLUFF: You and draco make plans for what happens after...

It's okay - FLUFF: When Draco goes missing you run to find him and learn some other things about your best friend...

lies to your deceiving eyes - FLUFF : Draco didn't care much for Hogwarts or the people there that is until he runs into you...

Sick kisses - SMUT: being a deathly eater brings burdens and pain it's lucky you have each other to mend one another's broken pieces...

Choose - ANGST: You and draco are now married what could go wrong? Maybe the past could ruin the future...

muggle things - FLUFF: You and draco go on a trip to the muggle world...

Platinum blondes are superr long - SMUT : When you and pansy make a small joke someone takes it to heart and has to correct your mistake...

Someone bring him back - ANGST: Draco made a lot of mistakes so he tries to fix them but hurts you in the process..

My best friend - FLUFF: So many things happen in your friendship but your to oblivious to see the real big change...

PRETTY LITTLE SINNER - SMUT:

your is put in the room with draco who you secretly like and when you're with the person you like you do crazy things. What if he catches you though...

Punishment - SMUT:

Draco gave you an order and when you don't do what he says, well read and find out...

Feel better - SMUT:

Your insecure about your thighs but Draco knows how to make it better...

Kisses for a sick princess - FLUFF:

y/n on her period and what kinda boyfriend would Draco be if he didn't take care of you...

The taller one - FLUFF:

Having a tall boyfriend is great but your boyfriend is a tease and is very possessive when it comes to you even with your friends...

Draco inspired MOODBOARD

Draco MOODBOARD WITH TEXT

Trust me if not everyone else - FLUFF/ANGST:

You go to the yule ball with your best friend but maybe by the end your not friends...

Draco BOOK COVER

For you - ANGST/FLUFF:

So many things are unspoken between you and your foster brother...

For your actions - ANGST:

Draco couldn't complete his task and someone has to pay the price...

Embody - SMUT:

Your village has some rather strange beliefs...

Run away mommy - ANGST TO FLUFF:

When you find out your pregnant you make a run for it afraid of what Draco might say...

Draco SHORT TEXT 1

monster - ANGST:

Draco's not the same and when you got to his room you find out why...

Draco PHOTOSHOPS I MADE

If only you knew - FLUFF/ANGST:

Your sitting on the side watching your best friend love someone else. Maybe he doesn't really love HER...

And after - SMUT:

Draco's parents talk about you and him having kids and it catches Draco's attention...

His - ANGST:

Your taken by Voldemort and draco saves you Making you promise one thing...

I'm here for you sugar - FLUFF/ANGST:

Your Diabetic and make a small dangerous mistake when taking your injections...

Your language - FLUFF:

Your parents are in town and speak a different language so what is Draco gonna do...

Draco TEXT MESSAGE

what my girl wants, my girl gets - SMUT:

Your rather needy when it comes to Draco and who is he to deny you...

Draco TEXT 2

Fuck you - SMUT:

You despise Draco Malfoy and he doesn't like that...

If you were mine - FLUFF:

Draco's life is about to change forever but has to tell you how he feels before it does...

Draco's GIRL COLLAGE

Vampire DRACO COLLAGE

Nightmare - ANGST:

Draco has a really hard time after the wars but you'll always be there for him no matter what happens...

Overflow into my soul and stabs to a wound with no sewing close - FLUFF/ANGST:

It's all a big mess when it comes to you and draco Malfoy. One of you is in love then the roles switch. In the end someone will confess...

"Give yourself to me darling" he whispered in her ear - VAMPIRE SMUT:

Your life's simple you've met the man of your dreams and everything's perfect but everyone's got a secret or a flaw. what's his...

Vampire - SMUT:

Your with a vampire and you a human so things are a bit intense for you because of his lack of control when he's deep inside you...

RAIN BRINGS MORE THAN WET CLOTHES - FLUFF:

it's a girl's dream to dance in the rain but it's a plus if you do it with someone you love...

The second chance - DRACO BOOK

Little Butterfly in the dark - ANGST:

Draco doesn't know what love feels like So where does that leave you...

Hear me - ANGST/FLUFF:

you have a bad habit of tearing yourself down and Draco won't stand for that

What DATING DRACO WOULD BE LIKE

What it's like DATING DEATH EATER DRACO

Vampire charms - Vampire/death eater - SMUT:

the priest little girl is cursed by the walking devil. or is she?...

Yellow - FLUFF:

He wasn't really the type to fall in love But maybe he hasn't met that special girl in yellow...

Purple berry - FLUFF:

You have a crush on your tutor but what are the odds he feels the same..

My crazy death eater - ANGST:

Draco may not have lost just his friends, he may have lost his mind as well...

Someone forbidden - STEP DAD SMUT:

Your step dad is supposed to be off limits but who says either of you follow rules...

Royals - SMUT:

Draco Malfoy is a dick and your a perfect little princess in his eyes But your also not going to back down from a challenge...

Hitting you with snow hearts - FLUFF:

Your not sure how to tell Draco you love him but you love something else maybe that could help...

Wildest dreams - FLUFF/ANGST/KINDA SMUT:

Falling in love slowly is like a Taylor swift song...

Daddy's needy baby - SMUT:

Draco's poor little baby is experiencing a change luckily her daddy is very skilled at helping with it...

Draco TEXT

Brat's punishment - SMUT:

You got a phone for your sixteen birthday and a few years later you use the device for not so appropriate purposes and well your caught...

Deep in your skin - SMUT:

Something about digging your nails in Draco's back while he fucks you just feels right...

Friends to lovers strangers - FLUFF/ANGST:

Draco just wished he would have looked a little closer...

Draco X BLACK READER COLLEGE

New series INFO AND COLLEGE

Something in between - SMUT:

Draco comes back from quidditch and has to have himself buried between your thighs...

Without you - SMUT:

Slytherin parties are known for many things: hookups, drama, and drunk teens but you and your ex bring one more thing...

Happy birthday daddy! - SMUT:

your step dad's birthday comes and of course you come home to celebrate, bringing him cute gifts but he has a better present in mind...

Relax - SMUT:

being a mom is great if you don't count the feeding and other things but Draco is amazing at making you comfortable when you do finally get the chance...

You little brat - SMUT:

your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell...

The sweetest lies - ANGST:

Draco disappears and pansy comes bringing news about the boy who said he loved you...

The jealous to your possessiveness - SMUT:

you get jealous after a small party and accidentally trigger your possessive husband because of your jealousy and Draco fixes both those problems...

Extremely dangerous - ANGST TO FLUFF:

Draco's a man with a secrets and A few misunderstandings...

Greedy girl - SMUT:

Draco isn't very fond of his girlfriend being a needy slut In front of others and giving them the wrong idea so he's gotta let them know you're only like this for him...

Alpha Draco MOODBOARD

Hero - FLUFF TO SMUT:

your boyfriend stands you up on your eighteenth birthday and your stepdad's there to fill the little hole left in your heart and other things as well…

Draco PHOTOSHOPS WITH STORIES

The famous Bloodline SMUT:

you and the prince are not on the best terms until the truth comes out and he cums in you…

SOFT BLUE ANGST AND FLUFF:

you're attracted to someone you've never seen in human form and your attraction to the said person may cost you everything and it's a risk you're willing to take…

Wrong answer SMUT:

you're gonna fail potions but your professor has an offer to help you pass…

Drive SMUT:

your boyfriend doesn't want to talk about his day, he'd rather show you how shitty it's been…

Came on a train SMUT:

Draco can't control himself around anyone or anywhere when it comes to you...

Okay, today I will be criticizing my first smut EVER! [Draco]

SERIES ↓

STAY QUIET - PART 1 SMUT:

It's Christmas and Draco's favorite present of all lies in his bed but that doesn't mean he'll let you scream...

STAY QUIET PART 2 - SMUT:

You couldn't stay quiet so you'll have to take the punishment for it...

He thinks I'm pretty - FLUFF PART 1:

Your boyfriend's an asshole but you'll always have your best friend...

You should think she's pretty - FLUFF PT.2:

Draco's sees you begin treated bad by your boyfriend and has something to say about it...

Beat me up and break me down - ANGST PART 1:

Something changes about you over the summer...

Sleeping angel - ANGST PART 2: the curse you were put under doesn't just effect Draco in one way in the end...

Everything but not - part 1 *cancelled because it didn't get enough support*

Professor Malfoy series:

It's a brand new year at Hogwarts. You and other children are just beginning their 7th year but you never planned to fall in love with your professor who is also your boyfriend's dad and parents best friend…

Professor Malfoy PART 1

Professor Malfoy PART 2

Professor Malfoy PART 3

Professor Malfoy PART 4

Professor Malfoy PART 5

Part 6 is located in part 2 of the masterlist

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foxsimthings · 5 months

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• Nastya Lysenko, The Vampire / Vamp for @plumbewb 's BAD GIRLS CLUB!

• 26 years old

• San Myshuno

-Seduction 5

-Physical Strength 5

-Mental Strength 5

-Manipulation 5

-Anger Management 0

• Pansexual, single, and not looking but highly dtf

• Bad Girl Archetype: FLIRTY GIRL & THE FIGHTER

• Bad Girl Foes: THE REAL GIRL & THE CLASSY GIRL

• While perhaps not always a bad girl, Nastya has always given Bad Girl Energy. After the loss of her mother, and to care for her younger brothers, she hustled as a bartender from only slightly under age until a regular patron drunkenly asked her to step on his face for a hundred simoleons. This fateful request would send her down a highly lucrative path, and one that would land her as a certified Bad Girl. Nastya enjoys doling out pain to willing victims, for a price, but her tongue is just as sharp as her tools of the trade. Her scathing remarks are known to leave lasting emotional scars and while she may almost be classified as a Real Girl for her exceedingly blunt honesty, she rarely goes out of her way to help anyone but herself. Nastya looks out for Nastya and her siblings. Extremely few others are afforded such a luxury.

Nastya loves to work out in her spare time and has the abs to show for it. She's also TALL, and that has never stopped her from wearing six - or more - inch heels. Nastya sincerely loves to tower over people and delights in making them uncomfortable. Her goal in life is to be remembered as a pitiless gargoyle. She will bulldoze through anything and anyone in her way, either through brute strength or slice-and-dice comments. This Unbothered Queen cares more about the state of her manicure than the feelings of some Trust Fund Baby who thinks she's hot shit.

• I am not a bad girl, I'm The Bad Girl. No one does it like Nastya, but they all try so hard - it's very cute. Push your luck with me and I'll fuck your mother, make your parents divorce, then marry your daddy so you have to call me Mommy. But if you can behave, and you like a good time, call Nastya to get nasty.

#bgc #sims 4 #ts4 #bad girls club : del sol #bad girls club : submission

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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55 - Vampires to a Witch Fight

Part 56

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Klaus and I had driven put to.where she had told us to meet him. It was getting close to sunrise meaning that my brother could break the spell in a short while. Leaning my back against one of the tree trunks I closely watched her. "You're quiet. Are you having misgivings? I was just looking for a polite way to ask what the hell is taking so long."

"Well, we can begin now. Once we're linked, I'll no longer have to sleep for 100 years again." She smirked at him. "Your concerns for my status will ease, and I will finally be able to focus on your daughters. I will only need a single drop of each of their blood, and then their powers shall be mine, also."

I questioned her. "What do you want to do about Freya?"

"She served her purpose. So tonight...At the moon's apex, I'll end her life, and once our link is severed, the bond that I share with your daughters will become permanent." She explains back.

Klaus snipped. "Best get on with it, then."

"With your strength, I will never need to sleep for a century again." Dahlia walked towards him until he drew out the dagger she had used on us before.

He shoved it into his heart collapsing onto the ground. "Well, perhaps one more nap."

"How aren't you daggered girl. I channeled your link…ufh!" She grunted collapsing down at my feet before I reached into my pocket holding the link ring in between my thumb and index finger.

"You better be right about this plan, Nik." I mumbled reliving the plan we created prior to siding with this evil witch.

"Are we ever sure that something so simple will work?" I asked my husband sitting at the long kitchen table. "I mean I am now sired to you when I died with your blood in my system."

Nik was standing behind one of the tall chairs. "Yes but as we have previously discovered this specific dagger is connected to me and you. It's drawing magic from the ring so it should be if we remove the ring. The spell won't effect you."

"I just don’t like risking your life for the sake of our daughters." I tapped my hands on the table leaning back in my chair.

He sighed tilting his head to the side walking around to my end of the table playing his hand over mine with both the link and my wedding ring on it. "So do I, Raelyn. But we can’t let her hurt them."

"Yeah….I just don't want this to go sideways and we both end up daggered." Biting my lip I lay my head against his chest once he lifted me up into his lap taking my chair from me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist putting his chin on top of my head. "Neither do I, love. Don't you worry. We will defeat this enemy just like we did the witches who wanted to kill our babies."

"I love you, just remember that." Lifting my head up I softly responded back meeting his blue gaze.

He takes the ring off my finger after removing my wedding ring. He slipped the wedding one back on, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it. "And I'll love you forever too."

Once I had gotten the two of them back to the house I heard the pattering of six footsteps coming towards me hollering proudly. "Mommy!"

"Oh, hi girls." Bending down on my knees I opened my arms having all three ones hug me gently.

Alina pulled away first pointing toward her father laying on the ground. "Mommy, what's wrong with daddy?"

"He's just sleeping, Lina." Tucking hair behind her ear I saw the other's coming towards us meaning that it was an adult conversation. "Uh girls how about you go play with your toys. I'll find you before dinner."

The three ran off and up the stairs with Rebekah eyeing her brother with the dagger in his chest. "Nik is demented. Are we really to dig up our mother, burn her to ash, swap said ash for Kol's, and then trick Davina into using up her last chance to bring someone back from the dead, not to mention we lose the opportunity to save Kol if Davina doesn't turn us inside out?"

"Or we dig a deep hole and leave both our problems at the bottom of it." Marcel added on.

Freya suggested where I wanted to rip her head off. "I say we choose a more permanent option...Find the white oak stake, kill Klaus. Dahlia dies with him."

"Not on your life, Freya!" I snapped raising my hand choking her with magic.

"Raelyn!" She began gasping for breath even though she wouldn't die.

Keeping my hands raised I closed my fingers tighter. "If you try to kill him i will end you. Even if you can't die. I can make you suffer in agonizing torture!" Releasing my grip on her she began coughing on the floor where I turned walking away from her.

"Oh, yeah, and so do I and every other vampire that Klaus has turned." Marcel scoffed with me and him sharing the same look.

Rebekah and I turned out heads when I heard something making a hissing sound I gasped in nervousness. "The dagger…"

"It's bloody melting." She cursed under her breath grasping our hands together.

Elijah lifted his head up towards us rising to his feet leaving the room. "We have no choice but to finish the task that Niklaus has set."

By this point Freya had tried every spell to stop the dagger from melting but nothing was working. Once it melted there was no telling what would happen. "There's got to be a way to kill her." I snapped towards her not believing that she had tried everything.

"There is." She waved her hand revealing the white oak stake from behind her back.

Marcel attempts to move forward but she raised her hand making his head hurt. "No. Freya! Ah! Uh!"

"Freya, we can find another way." I begged her but she didn't move where u vamped forward until I winced feeling pain in my head. "I'll snap you neck!"

She sniffed through tears. "I'm sorry, but I see no other way."

Marcel winced trying to fight against her. "Ah! No! No! No! You kill him, you kill me, too!"

"I don't want to kill you." She grunted through her teeth clutching the stake in her other hand.

"And you would be leaving my daughters without either of their parents. Ahh! They will become orphans!" I grunted lowering myself to my knees until she turns her head back to Nik's body.

She raised her hand crying through tears about to stake him. "I don't want to kill him. This is the family I longed for, but, because of her, I'll forever be alone."

"Urgh!" While she was distracted I vamped forward shoving my nails into her shoulders attempting to siphon her magic away like Esther. "Magia tollux de terras……Magia tollux de terras!"

"Ahhh!" Freya threw her freehand back throwing me backwards on my back sliding on the ground.

Shooting upright I gasped throwing my hand out when she launched her hand holding the stake downward. "No! Niklaus!"

By some miracle before it could go inside his heart he launched his hand up around her wrist. ""Sister…" He slowly lifted his head up slowly wrapping his fingers around the white oak meeting her gaze.

"Oh thank god." Bolting to my feet I tackle him as gently as possible flinging my arms around his neck.

He dropped the white oak on the ground wrapping his arms around my waist. "It's alright, Rae….I'm okay…we're okay." He buried his face into my hair breathing in my scent.

Dahlia gasped sitting upright where we all turned our heads. Raising my hand towards Freya I snapped my fingers breaking her neck with my magic where her body dropped onto the ground. "I'm almost impressed by the lengths you'd go to for your little girls, though not enough to let bygones be." Dahlia got to her feet drawing the stake off the floor and into her hand with her powers.

Nik grasped my hand in his standing on his feet along with me. "We are still linked, dear aunt. You may not want to punish me with that particular weapon."

"Hmm, I made sure that the link between us melted along with that dagger...Meaning...I'm quite free to kill you." She pointed the tip at us but whe vanished and took Freya's knocked out body with her.

It was almost nightfall when I sat down some chicken strips in front of our daughters. "Here you go girls. You'll need your strength for later when you help mommy and daddy."

“Help with what?” Hope asked curiously.

Leaning my elbows on the table I shifted my gaze between the three of them. “There’s a spell that will weaken a very bad woman who wants to hurt our family. So when I say take my hands and follow the chanting spell I need you all too immediately.”

“I thought you…said…we weren’t supposed to. After me and Lina hurt you.” Missy played with a piece of chicken in her fingers.

Alina made a face to me. “Are we going to hurt her, mommy? Does she deserve it?”

Clicking my tongue there was no right answer to that. Siphoning magic does hurt the person but I couldn’t tell them that it would kill her. “Listen you three, it will only hurt her a little. But Missy and Alina you two have the exact same power as your momma. Hope, you get your power from your grandmother. This is how we protect our family.”

Leaving the girls in their rooms I entered another room seeing Esther. Pulling out my phone I shoved it in her face. It was our three girls hugging up together on the playground grinning. “Hello again, Esther. Just thought you would want to see your three granddaughters you tried to kill. So sorry you won’t get to know them…Magia tollux de terras!” Covering her hand with mine she winced when I took control of what magic she had left.

“Ah, mother, I've arrived just in time for another of your deaths, and, as much as I appreciate the front-row seat, I'm afraid I'm going to have to postpone the festivities.” Nik flings open the doors smirking at her.

“You're in excellent spirits.” Elijah points out.

He smiled in my direction, shrugging his shoulders. “Lucky for you, as I'm the one needed to save the day.”

"Is that what it's called?" Elijah asked.

Nik spat at him. "Why not? My plan's worked perfectly." Elijah moved towards him. "Easy, Elijah. I can see your red door swinging wide open, but our job's not yet done."

"Shall we kill her and be done with it?" I questioned him crossing my arms over my chest.

"To be clear, I do want her blood, but I want it on this blade, which I've had bound with the soil from Dahlia's homeland, not to mention viking ash. Mother's demise will have to wait." Klaus walks towards his mother, drawing out a blade. He leans down whispering a threat in her ear. "You see, I need her to weaken Dahlia's defenses, bit of psychological warfare before I slaughter the both of you."

Esther responded simply. "Ah, yes. You expect me to walk willingly to my death."

"Oh, willing participation would have been a bonus, but it's far from necessary. If needs be, I'll drag you there myself." He smirks standing upright.

Rebekah entered the room in her original blonde body smiling at me before her face turned serious. "Yes, dear mother, you do not have a choice. Then again, why should you be any different from the rest of us? We're all dancing puppets in Nik's end-of-days marionette show. He forces every move we make."

Klaus pointed his finger at Elijah and Rebekah. "And how long are you gonna stand there and pretend you don't need me to? The both of you have fought me at every turn, leaving me no choice but to act alone."

Raising a hand in the air I yanked the dagger up from the table twirling it in my fingers. "This family needs to defeat Dahlia together. We are fighting to protect the safety of my children."

“We're no strangers to disagreements on the battlefield, but we also have a very long history of doing whatever it takes to win the war.” He threw his hands up stomping out of the room and I followed his heels needing to get the girls ready for a battle.

I could hear Freya through the noise and see she was on her knees trapped in a circle of salt. "I actually pity you. Over the course of our long lives together, I could see you were broken. I used to think it was my fault, but in time, I learned your ability to love dead long ago."

"Darkness isn't born, you know. It's created...By the snuffing out of a light. So, however you thought you might mend me, please know you never could. Whenever I looked in your eyes, I saw your mother, the sister who turned my heart to stone…

And with that stone, I will crush every one of her children." Dahlia declared down to Freya.

Klaus vamped in front of the pair. "Isn't there a saying about stones and glass houses?"

Rebekah responds shortly afterwards with Elijah. "In case the analogy is lost on you, I believe my brother is calling you a hypocritical bitch."

Dahlia shook her head. "Hmm, bringing vampires to a witch fight. Someone hasn't learned their lesson."

Nik told her knowing another part of our plan. "Well, I can be a bit thick sometimes...Although on this occasion, I'd say I took your lesson to heart."

Dragging Hope, Alina and Missy by their hands through the back alleyway I halted in our tracks. "Okay girls, take each other's hands together. And repeat after me the chant I taught you." The four of us shifted into a circle closing our eyes softly.

"My sister...In chains. Ha ha ha! Is... is she to be a gift to buy your freedom? Because I brought something." Dahlia chuckled dryly when Esther revealed herself.

Klaus scoffed standing in between his siblings. "One stake, 3 of us. Even if you don't hesitate, the other two will rip you in half."

“Sound thinking but small thinking.” Thunder roared in the sky when she held the white oak up before it suddenly shattered into pieces and they fell into the sky beginning to burn down on the three of them.

Coughing continued between the three when Freya croaked out. “You're killing them.”

I gasped sharply seeing Nik collapsing onto the ground with his skin burning when Dahlia smirked wickedly. "Now, sister, let us watch together as I burn your children from the inside out"

"Nik!" I cried, releasing some tears down my face. "Repeat after me okay. Magia tollux de terras."

Alina had my hand in hers and her other was in Missy's where their hands turned red beginning to siphon. "Magia tollux de terras."

"Magia tollux de terras." Hope chants holding my hand and Missy’s in her other.

The wind was blowing around us where I bit my lip focusing my mind on the spell but I could hear the Mikealson's crying. "Magia tollux de terras."

"You still carry around so much anger for me after all these years." Esther spoke towards her sister.

Dahlia snarled her teeth. "You broke your vow. We were to stand together always and forever, and you left to marry that brutish viking imbecile. You ended my family, and they were the result."

Rebekah rolls on the ground moaning. "No!"

Esther croaked her voice staring down at Freya who was choking for breath. "You call this my wrongdoing? You made me bargain away my firstborn child, my daughter."

"Not just this firstborn, but every firstborn, and even then, you found a way to deny me that which you had sworn would be mine. How do you think that felt?" She raised her voice, stomping her foot.

Elijah winced sharply, dropping the dagger in his hand to kill her. “D'rrgh! Uh!”

"Now, Esther, say good-bye to the last of your children." Dahlia declared before I could hear her lightly coughing but she pushed past it meaning our spell had only started working.

“Sister, wait. Wait.” Esther turned her head. “You've won, Dahlia. You have everything you ever wanted, including the firstborn of a new generation. You have bested us all. At least let me try to make amends. Let me share with you the glorious freedom that I have found in death.” She wrapped her chains around her sister’s neck choking her.

"Faster girls!" I croaked out chanting faster under my breath feeling Dahlia's magic surrounding us.

Esther glanced over her shoulder to her kids. "Elijah?"

He tossed the dagger to Klaus who vamped forward when he got the chance stabbing the pair with it. All four of us gasped before I felt her magic entering our veins where my daughters fell onto their knees gasping for air. "Uh! Ah!"

The next morning I remained at the front of our daughters bed’s just watching them sleep. I could hear their three separate heartbeats banging in my ear. It was a comfort knowing that they were all alright even though all three passed out after using the spell and weakening Dahlia so Esther could kill her. Footsteps came into the doorway of the bedroom. “I’m off for a drink. Care to join me, Raelyn?”

“Sure. The girls are sleeping perfectly fine.” Getting to my feet I followed my husband out the door and down to where Cami worked. He quickly compelled all the other customers to leave it to just be the three of us alone.

The blonde bartender came around carrying a wooden box of alcohol. “'78, a good year. crack one of those open, would you? Let's commiserate my sister leaving me... again.”

“You have to stop compelling the customers. I need the tips.” She chuckled, handing us each a glass with her opening the bottle.

“Hey we could always just keep paying you, forever. He doesn’t care about how much money he throws around.” I chuckled, sending her a smile placing my hand over his.

He kisses the palm of my hand in his. “If it makes you happy then there is no price, Mrs Mikaelson.”

Cami smiles, pouring us each a drink. “When I first got into town, you handed me one of those. I had taken a shift from another girl. If not for that, could've been someone else standing here right now instead of me.”

Klaus and I both turned our heads before he sent her a look. I would always remember her the night we came into town. She was brave to walk alone in a city like this. And she wouldn’t take crap from anybody. “You know, I prefer to see it the other way. If it wasn't that night, this bar, that $100 bill, it would've been Jackson square staring at a painting…keep the change, love.’ He looped his arm through mine heading back to the compound once we finished our drinks.

That evening Elijah and Rebekah were gone. Jacob was off taking care of my niece Andrea and his girlfriend Hayley. Freya was enjoying her newfound freedom. Leaving me and Nik with our favorite people in the world. He was putting the girls down for bed after dinner until Hope asked. “Can we hear a story, daddy?”

“The one with the wolf king.” Missy giggles through a long yawn.

“And his mommy queen,,.and three princess.” Alina caught on quick that all our stories we’re referring to made me smile sitting down in his lap while he told his tail seeing them drift off to sleep.

“Once upon a time, there was a wolf king who fought a war for the most precious treasure in all the kingdom...His beautiful, little Princesses and his amazing witch queen...But victory came at a price...Allies lost...New enemies made...And so the wolf king stood alone.Happily ever after it was not, but sometimes even the worst endings are not really endings at all...And you should know, my littlest wolf, that, even when all seems burnt to ash, in our story, there is always another chapter to be told.”

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chickendranugget95 · 2 years

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“I’m too classy for this world Forever I’m that girl” 🖤

God I love this woman so much lol. I heard this song and immediately knew I needed to edit her to it 🖤

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re: village #resident evil 8 #i love tall vampire mommy #alien superstar

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dikdikpronouncedxylophone · 9 months

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Amanda: Why don't Ethan and the tall vampire mommy kiss. Like I don't see why they can't get married. John: Because Mia is the love of his life, Ethan is married to Mia and they have a daughter together. Ethan went through hell to save Mia, and he would never be interested in any woman other than Mia. Amanda: Boohoo. If I was him I'd get over her and fuck the resident evil mommy.

#amanda young #john kramer #saw #saw films #saw franchise #saw memes #saw movies #saw incorrect quotes #jigsaw apprentices

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arthurmorganshorsey · 3 months

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Big Sweet Vampire Lady OC x Hurt Gender Neutral human reader with mommy issues

You got into a fight with your mother, and you ran away from home. You run into this seemingly abandoned old home to find this beautiful vampire woman, and she has worked out a deal for you..

if only there was a tall, beautiful vampire lady for this sad lil nonbinary to cry on ):

this is on my ao3 too btw

It was a cold winter night.

"I can't believe you'd say that to your own goddamn mother." My mother spoke with her eyes widened with rage. It was time for me to pack my bags and find somewhere else to go. Where to? No fucking clue.

"I did because you treat me like shit and I'm fucking tired of it!"

I ran up to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I quickly gathered all of my belongings into every bag I could find in my room. I only had about four hundred dollars right now. Not exactly survival money, but I needed to get the hell out. I quickly stuffed all my clothes into the drawstring bag I'd gotten on a trip, I didn't care how shitty this packing was. I heard my door open slowly behind me, my mother looking more distraught. She had tears going down her cheeks. The same sobby routine she'd give me after every argument.

"You know.. I love you, right?" Her voice was low, her eyes staring directly at me. I ignored her. She did this every fucking time we argued. She would make me feel guilty and forget about what she'd done. Not this time. I emotionlessly shoved all of my shit into bags. Not revealing anything to her. Not revealing how much this hurt me too.

I picked up the five bags I had packed and shoved my wallet into my front pocket.

I sprinted out of that door with zero hesitation, going past my mother. I made my way down the stairs with my heart pounding, my arms filled with bags and a backpack on my back.

I made it out of that door.

I was outside. In the middle of a remote and rural New England town. All by myself. With four-hundred dollars to my name. I sprinted out into the forest. My best bet was to make some campfire somewhere and first assess my situation. Then I'd make it a trip to start running to the nearest hotel.

As I ran mindlessly through the forest, making sure not to trip over any branches or roots, I noticed some strange little light in the distance.

I followed that light. What in the hell was out here?

As I approached closer, rain started to pick up.

Oh shit. I had on a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a hawaiian shirt. This wouldn't really protect me.

Then like a miracle, the light was actually the moonlight shining off the window of an old mansion. It looked very worn down, all of the plants and trees overgrown around it.

Could it be.. abandoned? I hoped so. Running to the front of the mysterious Victorian style mansion, the door was huge, over ten feet high at least. This place was massive. Everything about it.

The right side door had a rusty knocker, I took told of it and gave it and gave it a couple hits onto the door.

No response.

Another two knocks. I stood there impatiently.

No response.

I took noticed of the windows boarded up on either side of the first floor of the home.

It must be abandoned.

Sure enough as I took hold of the doorknob shakily, it was unlocked. As I pushed in the door to enter, it creaked loud enough to hurt my ears.

Definitely not seeming like the start of a horror movie right now...

I stepped into the old home, taking in my surroundings. The inside was much more beautiful than the outside. There was fine furniture and art everywhere. The sofa was red and elegant just in the hallway. I took a few more steps inside to find another door. Opening it, I find an even more elegant living room. Rustic wooden walls, and dark brown carpeted floors.

I stepped inside and took off my shoes, letting my tired feet sink into the soft carpet. I sighed and threw myself onto the couch face first, tears started to stream down my cheeks as I recounted what had happened in the past hour. I was all alone, nearly broke, and without a place to call home. As I curled into a ball and sobbed, I heard some noises coming from the next room over that I had to explore.

"I smell human." A deep female voice spoke, an underlying aggressive tone to it. The door was opened to the room on the right, her eyes directly meeting mine. Her eyes were cold and red, her face pale as the snow.

Oh shit. Her eyes looked me up and down, me standing up immediately, ready to run for my life if needed. There was something off about her, yet her beauty was haunting. She was over six and a half feet tall, her eyes sharp as daggers, and her black long hair protruded to the right side. She dressed in a black puffy collared blazer and suit pants.

"I-I'm sorry..." Was all I could muster out, freezing up at the sight of the large woman who stood over a foot taller than I.

"A human... That doesn't seem like they're here for my head? I mostly hunters or thieves. Trying to steal my most precious treasures. But your heart pounds and I can see it in your eyes, you have no bad intentions darling." Her voice was like honey, but deeper than what is expected. I had no idea how the hell she could hear my heartbeat. I didn't want any confrontation with her though.

"I-I thought this home was abandoned.." I answered truthfully, looking up into her haunting golden eyes. The woman let out a dark chuckle and stepped closer to me.

"Oh dear no. I live here and have lived here for centuries." She stared deeply at me, looking me up and down. My eyes were still watery from my crying earlier.

"Are.. you okay?" Her demeanor changed from mischevious to worried within a moment.

That's what got me. When anyone asked if I was okay when I clearly wasn't.

The tears came down more, standing there with my body trembling. She stared at me with full concern. I was still frightened of her. I couldn't stop crying, it all flowed out. I ran towards the door in shame, and slight fear as there was definitely something peculiar about this woman.

Her large, yet feminine hand planted onto the door above me as I tried to open it. She stared down at me with care and slowness, like she was approaching a small timid animal.

"Are you all alone? Is this all of your belongings?" She would point to all of my things being around the couch. I nodded anxiously.

"You poor little thing... I won't let you go out there alone. That is both a promise and an order. You're not safe."

She slowly let go of the door, wrapping an arm swiftly around my waist instead, pulling me towards her. Now I could really see how tall she was, my head barely at her chest level, it made for an awkward half embrace, but it was actually kind of comfortable. I continued to sob into her chest uncontrollably, not resisting her advance anymore, unable to. She had a death grip on my waist, leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms around her and cry. I didn't even know her name.

"It's going to be okay, young human.. Let's go over to the couch and I'll make some tea for you, does that sound nice?" Her hand caressed and stroked my hair gently.

"Y-yes.." I mumbled between sobs. She would take me by my waist and guide me over to the couch, me immediately collapsing into a fetal position and sobbing.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She held her gaze on me.

"(y/n)..." I sniffled and curled into a little ball, hugging my knees.

"My name is Eliza Dunn.." Her smile was warm, her teeth whiter and shinier than ever thought possible. She stepped into the kitchen for a moment to boil the kettle, then she came and sat back down next to me, staring at me for just a bit too long as I cried.

"How do you find comfort? Would you enjoy if I held you, dear?" The beautiful woman spoke words sweet as honey as she watched me cry.

I nodded silently. All I'd wanted was to be held.. She moved closer to me, pointing to her lap.

"You're very welcome to rest yourself here. I don't mind." Her deep and mature voice said, bringing me so much comfort I don't know I'd needed.

I plopped myself right onto her lap, my head reaching just her chest, my head between her large breasts. Her arms constricted tight around me, making me feel secure and safe.

"Shh... It's gonna be okay. Let it all out my dear." Her deep and beautiful voice spoke into my ear. I curled up into more of a fetal position, my head resting on her shoulder. I felt like a protected child in her strong yet gentle arms. She was cold. But the cold always comforted me.

Just as I was getting cozy, the tea kettle squeaked. She gently lifted me off of her lap back next to her as she got up and stopped the stove. Then she grabbed an antique little teacup and dish, putting in the teabag and pouring the water. She swiftly moved over and placed the tea bect to me.

"Thank you.." I looked up at her with so much gratitude. Her smile was so warm as she sat back down next to me, immediately taking me by the waist and throwing me onto her lap once again. The suddenness made me flinch at first, but I found so much comfort in her touch. She stroked my hair gently, basicslly petting me.

"So would you like to tell me what happened love?" Her gaze showed genuine concern. I shut my eyes and began explaining as I tried to keep myself grounded with her touch.

"So my mother and I got into a huge fight, I had to get up and leave. I can't go back there. She's just lost it." I explained in a quiet voice, trying to keep the tears from coming down.

"Oh honey... It's okay." Her face buried itself into the crook of my neck, her breath on it making me shiver. I could hear her inhaling there and then pulling herself back.

Her arms were tight around me, pinning mine to my sides. It felt good. I felt secure.

"I-I just don't know what to do..." My voice broke as I knuzzled her with my head and sniffled.

"Ohhh poor dear. I've thought of something." She removed one of her arms from around me and brought a cold, black gloved hand to my chin, tilting me up to face her.

"I'll let you stay with me darling. Free of charge. Except for one thing I'd ask of you."

Her hand sensually traveled down my chin and neck to reach the artery of my neck, placing her fingers there.

Oh, yeah.

I'd forgotten all of the obvious signs.

She was a creature of the night.

"Oh..." I sat there in shock for a moment.

She wanted my blood. I mean, it was better than paying rent. I couldn't afford any rent right now.

"Like.. how many times a week?" I stared up at her, noticing her gaze linger far too long on my neck.

"Oh don't even worry about that. I'll wait for you to replenish between every feeding. I can promise you that. I don't want a fainting sickly human in my care." Eliza gently pushed the hair behind my neck, examining it.

"T-then I'm in.." I was obviously a bit anxious and hesitant. It was better than dropping two-thousand a month on rent. She would smile and her lips came dangerously close to the base of my throat, hovering over.

"Don't be nervous, dear. It's not too painful. Mmm... You smell the best out of anyone I've encountered in the past century. I wonder why..." Her tongue went across my neck, making me weak in the knees.

"Are you hungry now?" I asked her a bit anxiously. My hand squeezed the couch I sat on in fear. She would hum and move her face away from my neck.

"Soon I will be. But first, I'd like to get you adjusted and comfortable here. It's not fair to ask that of you after what you've went through." Her cool arms wrapped around me, squeezing tightly. It felt so nice to be squeezed and held tightly. I felt secure. Like nothing could get me in her strong arms. I snuggled up to her without question, despite only knowing her for barely an hour. Her eyebrows raised as she watched me wrap my arms and legs around her torso, clinging like a koala to a tree branch.

"You're awfully comfortable already, sweetie. Surprising from such a timid little human." Her hands rubbed my back and she chuckled.

My cheeks flushed red and I took my arms back from behind her. She huffed and grabbed my hands, placing them back around her.

"No need to be embarrassed. You're in desperate need for hugs. I intend to provide them." She squeezed and squeezed, slightly constricting my breath for a moment, then she loosened her grip.

"T-thank you Miss.." I was in shock by her kindness. Getting the kindness I'd been refused my whole life.

"Of course." She smiled warmly and took hold of my cheek, her hand cold against my face. The cold touch of her ivory skin made me relax. My eyes were beginning to struggle to keep themselves open. I couldn't stop myself from sleeping on this beautiful stranger.

"Rest, dear. I won't leave you."

#hurt/comfort #mommy issues #fanfiction #oc #vampires #vampire #vampire lesbian #dommymommy #fluff #queer vampires #gender neutral reader

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