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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Mother, i crave smut. vampire x witch, please.

“You are a pretty witch.” The witch threw a cold gaze at them, not really sure if she should throw them out again or simply remain calm.

“Two beings like us in a room is dangerous. Others might get curious,” she warned. “I told you not to come here again. What do you want from me?”

The witch scrutinised them from head to toe, not sure what to make of the vampire. They were dressed expensively. Maybe that was because they were expensive.

Their face was as flawless as ever and though the witch absolutely hated it, they looked cute when they smiled, showing their little fangs.

She wasn’t sure why now all of a sudden, she cared about good and evil. It felt like a sickness to her. All her life, she’d detested god’s practices. Born in darkness, raised in fog — she was able to hide in it well enough not to be caught.

That was easy. There were spells. There were rules. Spirits have to be invited to be let in. And now that the vampire was invited, she felt a bit overwhelmed. It was an imbalance. It was too powerful.

“A spell,” the vampire said. Their sharp eyes focused on the witch’s hips. It was definitely making her heart pound. “Something that works on a warlock…or a witch.”

She was unimpressed by that. As long as the vampire was learning her spells, she was able to control them, even though they had half-lidded eyes.

“Good. What kind of spell?”

“Something that brings pleasure. Something for my beloved wife.” The witch glowered at them, her jaw clenching, her cheeks burning.

“I am not your wife.”

“When you summoned me a year ago, you used a marital spell,” the vampire said. They looked around the witch’s little house lazily, letting their eyes fall on the many herbs and dried vegetables.

“That,” she hissed, “was a mistake. I needed a vampire to get into the cave. That’s it.”

“Sounds like an excuse,” the vampire purred. Their eyes went back to her, stopping on her hips again. “You wanted to be bound to a vampire.”

“To command them.” She blinked, clearly offended. This was ridiculous.

“Oh, my love,” the vampire said. “My silly wife…”

They took a step towards her and let their hand run along her arm slowly. They bent over to whisper into her ear, warm breath on a cold exposed shoulder, thanks to her gown.

“Don’t you know what married couples do at night?” they asked lovingly, an unspoken promise in the tone of their voice.

“Argue?” She could feel her own heartbeat in her ears as the vampire chuckled softly.

“You know our arguments wouldn’t carry any weight,” they said. Their fingers traced her collarbone carefully. “I would fold all the time. I would fall to my knees to beg for your forgiveness for fighting with you.”

The witch’s breath was stuck in her own throat.

“I missed you. I’ve been craving you,” they said. “A whole year without you…”

She squeaked a little when their fingers brushed over her chest. What she was feeling wasn’t right.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” the vampire murmured. “I wonder if I’m the one it’s longing for.”

She looked at them. Their pupils were dilated, blown up. They were hungry. But this was a different hunger.

“Fuck the spell,” the vampire whispered. “I can make you feel even better.”

They paused for a second, closing their eyes.

“If you want me to, of course.” The witch didn’t want to say it. She was too embarrassed. “Darling?”

“It’s part of being married,” she mumbled. “Isn’t it?”

The vampire took her hips and pushed her carefully into her soft bedding.

“It doesn’t have to,” they said, getting on top, letting their fangs scrape over her skin lovingly. Their tongue followed. Immediately, the witch’s body reacted. She pressed her thighs together. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

She grabbed the vampire’s forearm, causing them to pause.

“It’s my first time,” she breathed. “I don’t know how…”

The vampire parted her legs with considerate hands. They were cold but it didn’t feel unpleasant.

“I can start with my mouth?” they suggested. “Could be easier for you that way…”

She nodded quickly, letting her hand run through the vampire’s hair.

They kissed her inner thighs carefully, savouring every little second of it. It made her breathe heavily, made it difficult to think.

“Be careful, please—” The vampire’s hands grabbed her thighs harsher as their mouth travelled towards her centre, trying to control the shaking.

Her moans were quiet at first but the vampire mumbled sweet reassurances into her skin, making her feel more confident.

“We’ll use some spells next time too,” they said. “I want to see how you react. When both happens.”

And with that, they started kissing the witch’s needy spot. Once they added their tongue, the witch was completely undone.

#Hmsmsmsmsmsms #Uwu I never let my characters finish uwu #writing snippet #ohhhhhh new tag #maybe I should use #heaven and hell #again???#anyways #witch x vampire #witchxvampire #suggestive

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redxcrackle · 6 months

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❤️RedCrackle Aesthetic💙

🔮Witch x Vamire AU🌹

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24kmar · 19 days

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𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕻𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖝 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍

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changeling-after-dark · 1 year

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I’m Starvin’, Darlin’ (Formaggio x Reader)

Who doesn’t love a mouthy man tied up and gagged ;3 This may or may not be part of a series I'm making ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

AFAB reader but gender neutral!! 18+ so if you're a minor please don't read this thx!

Vampire!Formaggio x Witch!Reader

It was always amusing to watch him writhe against the restraints as the heat sank its claws into his skin, and not even his supernatural strength could help him against the bonds of magic. Though the bit in his mouth may need to be reinforced after this session because you could hear it audibly creaking against his teeth's vicious grip.

Finally he slumped against the ropes with a whine and those pathetic puppy red puppy dog eyes aimed straight for your heart. Unfortunately for him you couldn’t find mercy for him even when he looked so pitiful, because that’s exactly how you like him, pathetic.

“Aw poor baby can’t get out of the ropes can you.” You croon with sadistic delight and his muffled attempt at talking only furthered your enjoyment of the situation. Ghosting touches down the cords holding him, you could see how he strained to shift the ropes so you’d touch him, too bad. You could almost taste the lust pouring from him in waves as the mating season shredded his soul with its need to spend itself in a warm body.

Finally, deciding to have a smidge of mercy, you flutter touches down his torso and his audibly muffled groan heats your core further. “What is it darling, witch got your tongue?” You purr as you turn your touch vicious, dragging sharpened nails down his side.

His hips bucked in response and he whined so loud for a split second you mused if you actually had a werewolf in your clutches rather than a vampire. Journeying down his torso to the top of his thigh you continued your torture, as you avoided where he needed and wanted you most.

Applying sweet pressure to his inner thigh made him try once again to buck up into your grasp, but you quickly used magic to keep him stone still like an erotic statue. Slowly inching your way to his weeping cock you took him in a loose grip as you lazily stroked reddened and aching length.

You couldn’t help but jeer, “Look at you so pathetic for me huh Formaggio?” at his needy moan you continued, “Look at how you strain to fuck my fist but you can’t can you? My personal fanged whore. All mine.” He looked ready to come just from your lazy pace as you degraded him and his hazy eyes couldn’t leave yours.

Normally you’d drag this out for hours but need nipped at your heels and your little pet had been so good all week. He’d even been sweet even as the urge to take you festered under his skin and he begged you to bind him, not an unusual request. Casting aside your dress you crawl atop his sprawled form, watching his eyes haze further as he whimpered at the sight of your naked form.

Teasingly rubbing your wetness across his cock you let his tip caress your clit deliciously until you felt you’d slicked him properly, and with practiced grace you sank down on his engorged length. Hissing as it stretched you to perfection you watched his head fly back as you rock letting your clit drag across his pelvic bone as you take him deeper once more.

Feeling your own pleasure sing beneath your skin your bounces turn wild and hard as you fuck yourself on him, using him for your pleasure. You felt the pleasure winding itself tighter through your body and you slid a hand to your clit to quicken its winding. Formaggio took to whining and out right sobbing in pleasure as you rode him with supernatural strength, and you felt those vampiric pheromones warming your body, preparing it for his release.

Balancing delicately on the edge of climax you took your last coherent thought and nicked your wrists allowing pretty crimson to drip onto Formaggio. He gasped and attempted to writhe as each crimson drop seemed to drive him further into a frenzy.

Suddenly and almost without warning an orgasm bowed you over so hard you almost stopped breathing and stars burst throughout your vision. Back arching viciously through your orgasm you felt as Formaggio spilled into you and faintly enjoyed the way he cried out.

Falling forward with sated exhaustion you dismiss the bonds and gag with a flick of your finger, before letting yourself enjoy some cuddle time with Formaggio. After a few moments you felt him soften enough to slip from your sore and dripping core, so with another flick of your fingers you turned on the bath.

You and your vampire deserved some bathroom TLC after such an electrifying and fantastic mating season. You could think of a few different things to do next season, and maybe you’d use your tentacle spell on him the next time you jumped your vampire.

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eddiemunsonappreciationsociety · 1 year

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MY WORD IS MY BOND

Enchanted, you thought you saw something in my eyes

The applause of the crowd dies down as I place my guitar back in the case and take if off stage. The warm feeling of their applause lingers on my skin, a slight electrical pulse in the time with my heart. My bangles jingle as I take my usual seat in the corner of the room and almost immediately a tall, glass is placed in front of me.

"Why thank you, love." I lean over and take the icy glass in my hand, filled with dark liquid.

The ice cubes clink as I take a long drink from the straw.

"It's from your faraway admirer," Stella informs me, pretty heart-shaped face grinning.

I search along the crowd and I fix on familiar brown eyes, boring into mine. I smile, nod, and lift my drink to say thank you and he winks at me. I drop my gaze quickly.

"Stand in front of me so he doesn't see me blush," I mutter under my breath to Stella and she does.

"When are you going to stop eye fucking each other across the room and actually talk?" she insists.

"When he talks to me."

Stella rolls her eyes and slides into the booth next to me. She's a slight thing, with legs that go for days, and her flat stomach adorned with dangly belly button jewelry. She'd worked at the Full Moon Bar for as long as I had attended, and was my biggest hypeman.

"Yang is gonna kill you," I exclaim as she takes three large gulps of my drink. "You're on shift."

"Yeah, well, this place would fall down without us."

"Us?"

"You're telling me you'd still come here if I was sacked?"

I pretend to think about it and she hits me. She makes a yelping sound and quickly moves off the seat.

"Dreamy McBrownEyes incoming." she hisses.

My stomach churns. For months the dark stranger would send me drinks, smile across the room and wink at me but never approaches. Today the stars deem it different.

He was very tall, mop of dark brown curls on top og his head, but cropped short at the sides, the darkest eyes I'd ever seen, framed with thick lashes - broadest shoulders adorned in endless leather jackets and deliciously thick thighs in skinny jeans.

I can't help but smooth my own hair down, heart hammering against my ribs as he approaches. I drink back most of my drink as he approaches.

"Can I sit?" he motions across the booth from me.

"Sure," I say cooly, glad my voice doesn't give me away. "You took your time"

He grins, flashing straight, white teeth as he sits down, and my insides twist a little. The warmth and the tingly feeling from my performance mixed with most of a double spiced rum and coke give me a powerful feeling as he stares at me from across the table.

"I will tell you why I came over today, but not until we've got to know one another." his voice is husky, gravel.

"That's intriguing," I respond as I finish off my drink and place it down.

"Isn't it just?" he finishes his own glass and motions over to Stella, who has been staring at us, with no shame, to bring us two more drinks.

"So, do I finally get to know your name?" I enquire, trying not to gawk at him.

"Oh yeah, you don't know my name, do you?" he seems to find this amusing and grins at me boyishly. "What have you been calling me as a placeholder?"

I feel my face flush.

"Oh now that's intriguing." he leans back in the booth and tilts his head at me.

"What's intriguing?"

"All that blood rushing to your face, look at you blush. What on earth did you call me?"

I'm thankful as I see Stella make her way over to us, basically knocking people over to speed up the process. I also lean back and my drink is placed in front of me.

"Hey Stella, what do you guys refer to me as?" he asks her and my heart drops.

Stella is an incredibly truthful person.

"Oh, we call you Dreamy McBrownEyes." she chimes matter-of-factly, in her singsong voice placing the second drink down.

"Thanks, Stella," I say through my teeth, her green eyes meeting mine and widening, realising what she has done.

"Shit, sorry, I mean shit, not shit." she begins to stutter, turns on her heel, and just leaves.

"I actually have never spoken to that girl in my life, I think she might be slightly insane." I ramble, drinking my rum.

He chuckles, grinning at me as he takes his own glass in his hands. The sound of his laugh makes my stomach twist. The ice clinks against his glass as he sips the whisky. We drink quietly for a minute, both of us taking the other in.

"My name is Edward, but people call me Eddie ."

"Well Eddie, I take it you know my name, seeing as you've seen many, many of my shows."

"I was never sure if it was a stage name."

"No, it's my real name."

"Pretty kickass real name." he reaches his leather glove-adorned hand across the table, I hadn't noticed the gloves before. "Nice to meet you, Lilith."

My own hand reaches out and takes his. His large hand basically encases mine as we shake.

"Nice to meet you too, Eddie."

His hand lingers on mine ever so slightly, and my fingers tingle, wanting to touch his skin, aching to make a physical connection so I could get a feel for him. He takes his hand back

"I liked your set today," he says, gesturing to the stage. "I like it when you do Fleetwood Mac."

"So does everyone else." Stella chimes in, placing my tips on the table in front of me before leaving again.

I take the notes and stuff them into my bag, feeling myself blush again.

"Hmm, Stevie Knicks gets you paid, huh?"

"She does, my voice is kinda like hers so when I do the Fleetwood stuff..." I trail off, putting the last twenty in my handbag.

"Do you gig full time?"

"No, I run my own shop, we sell spiritual pieces, objects, art, and such."

"That's so cool."

"What do you do?"

"A bit of this and that." he shrugs, leaning away from me as he does.

"Are you a drug dealer?" I ask, eyes narrowing.

I don't even realise I've finished my drink until Stella has replaced it.

"I got you an amaretto and lime this time honey," she informs me.

"Thanks, doll," I smile at her quickly and she's grinning at me like a moron.

"What this, amaretto and lime?" Eddie asks, motioning to the drink as Stella skips away.

"Yeah, it's amaretto, lime cordial, and lots of ice."

"Can I try?"

"Erm, yeah sure," I push the glass towards him.

I watch as he takes his glove off and picks up my glass, his plump lips part and he takes a drink. He nods appreciatively as he pushes it back to me.

"That's very good, I like that."

"Are you ignoring my question because you are a drug dealer?" I raise one eyebrow at his handsome face.

He begins to laugh, shaking his head.

"I do not sell drugs," he says carefully.

"So, what do you do?"

"I don't really do anything."

"What do you do for money?"

"I just..." he pauses. "I just sort of have it."

"I think you being a posh rich boy is worse than a drug dealer," I respond, finding myself leaning away.

"I am definitely not posh, but I am rich."

I already had an inkling this was the case.

"But you won't tell me what you do for money?"

"How about this..." he pauses again, taking a deep breath. "if you agree to see me again I will answer any question you have at our next meeting.

"Ok, let's hope you don't fuck it up then." I flash a smile at him and he grins at me back. "Why the gloves?"

I find myself asking without thought. The lull of silence slaps me.

"Oh my god, that's so rude of me to ask, I'm so sorry." I splutter.

He smiles politely and the silence continues for a beat too long. I open my mouth to apologise again but he steps in.

"Do you believe in the power of names, Lilith?" his voice linger on my name, his mouth moving around the word in a way that I could not tear my eyes away from his mouth as he said it.

"As a matter of fact I do," I find myself leaning closer to him as he speaks.

"Did your parents?" His voice was rough and yet somehow like honey.

"Oh, they did. " I smirk at him. "One of my middle names is Perseophone."

"What, what? One of? Persephone, really?"

"My parents..." I try to find a phrase to sum them up. "They were hippies."

"I guessed." his grin was goofy and lopsided, brown eyes were pools of molten chocolate.

"What does your name mean then, Edward?" I take a piece of ice from my drink and pop it in my mouth.

"It' means prosperous"

"I like it, suits you."

"Its not quite the stature of yours, Lilith means "belonging to the night" - right?"

"Correct, are you fond of lore like that?"

"I am all about that lore."

We drink and talk for hours, mostly about music and films. We have an insane amount in common, we begin to move closer to each other in the booth, both of us moving around the c-shape of the sofa until we're basically next to each other.

I see him glance at the clock, fifteen minutes until the place closes, he hurriedly gets us to swap numbers.

"So, can you tell me why you spoke to me today?"

He takes a deep breath.

"You're missing a necklace."

I feel myself pull a face of confusion as my hand goes to my throat, I feel the few that are there and realise what's missing. My delicate silver chain leading to a giant chink of Garnet, tied with more silver, juniper, and blackthorn.

Fear trickles down my spine.

"What are you?" I whisper

"Before I tell you, please know I don't want to hurt you,"

"What are you?" I demand, a little louder.

I feel my hands begin to heat, familiar sparks in my fingertips as my heart races. I don't want ot make a scene so I try to calm myself. He opens his mouth to say something else but I shake my head.

"I'm a vampire." he finally blurts out.

I need to leave, everything is telling me to leave. I even have my hand in my bag, my hand wrapped around the charms dangling from my purse, they glow hot in my hand.

But I don't move.

"You have my number, so feel free to talk to me, I'll come back here on your next gig and if you have the necklace back on you will never see me again after that night and I am sorry for disturbing you."

With that, he rises from the booth elegantly and leaves, paying for our drinks before he leaves.

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