#Vampire+Werewolf Rivalry

[nichelink]

Vampire+Werewolf Rivalry: a 16+ nichelink relationship/relationship dynamic that plays out like the stereotypical relationship where a vampire and a werewolf oppose each other.

this may include, but is not limited to:

the vampire being an energy vampire/psi vampire/etc real vampire, introject/kin/alterhuman of a character who is a vampire, vampire transspecies, dissovampire/dissovampiricdiet, etc

the werewolf being dissowolffolk, introject/kin/alterhuman of a character who is a werewolf, etc

roleplaying that the two are rivals or playing this out in video games

attraction terms like like horror, sanguineros, sanguffectis, werecaffectis, loser, aggroamoric, sultri, turbulent, etc

generally any identification with media/media tropes where werewolves and vampires are pitted against each other on the basis of what they are

constant competition, wanting to fight

feeling safe to "roughhouse" or show your more "monsterous" side with the other

nichelink coining

these flags inspired mine: vampire transspecies

see also: Dog+Cat Rivalry, Fated Rivals, Vampire+Bloodbag

tagging: @radiomogai | @vampiremogai | @rwuffles | @horrormogai | @beyond-mogai-pride-flags // ask to be untagged or to be tagged in similar terms

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Blood Moon Rivalry (1)

NSFW Warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), mentions of biting and bruising, Remus Lupin has a big dick, mentions of knotting, masturbation (male), come marking and unprotected penis in vagina sex (wrap it before you tap it).

Tagging:

@dontwanttobeanamericanidiot, @jointhehunt67, @cheyplayss-blog, @miwi-moore and @iowaladynerd

Chapter 1

The King of the werewolves watched from an upstairs window as you and your partner left the hidden sanctuary.  His keen eyes noticed how you walked slightly stiffly, and pride bubbled up inside him, his mind flashing back to the previous day and night's events.

Remus peered up at you smugly from between your twitching thighs, “Begging for more already?”  He teased, grabbing a hold of your calf and placing kisses and bites to the skin and delighting in the bruises that had already begun to appear.  “I thought an orgasm would loosen your tongue.”

It took you a few moments to regain your breath but when you did you scoffed at him, “You think I’m going to spill my secrets after one orgasm?  You’re either very arrogant or naive.”

A growl bubbled up from Remus’ chest at your tone, “Then I’ll just have to make you orgasm over and over until you’re drowning in pleasure.”

His cock slowly breached your entrance and you tossed your head back and bit your lip at the sensation.  The King stilled, knowing that he was likely bigger than other partners you’d had previously.  As if he was hypnotised, his eyes darted to the lip you were still biting, and subconsciously, he licked his own lips, wanting to break his strict rule of no kissing.

To distract himself, he began to thrust into your body and the cries you let out were music to his ears.  His pulse was racing and his blood was thudding in his ears.  His body cried out for more and without hesitation, he gave into his instincts, thrusting deeper and deeper inside of you until you let out a garbled scream when his tip tapped against a spot inside you.  Remus was so wrapped up in the way you felt around him and the way your skin tasted that he barely noticed his knot beginning to form and catch on your entrance.

Awareness slammed back to him at your whimper and he yanked himself out of you.  When you registered the loss, you let out a whine and squirmed around on the bed, desperately seeking any contact that would propel you into your orgasm.

Driven by lust and the desire to hide his swollen knot from you, Remus gripped the base of his cock and guided himself forwards so he could rub the throbbing, purple head of his dick across your folds and against your clit.  Thick ropes of cum burst from the tip the instant it made contact with your swollen clit.  

The sight of his cum on you and the skin-to-skin contact was exactly what you needed to tumble into that pleasure filled abyss.  Unknown to you, the force of your orgasm caused your magic to spark along your skin and Remus was nearly overwhelmed by the impulse to reach out and feel your magic dancing along his skin.  At the last second he pulled back, remembering one of his lessons at Hogwarts before he was expelled for attacking a vampire youngling.  To touch another’s magic would be a step towards an intimacy that he wasn’t sure he’d ever take.

When Remus was sure that his knot had subsided, he pulled away from you and laid down next to you, panting to catch his breath.  Nobody would know if he stole a couple of glances at your body or if his eyes lingered for longer than they should on your breasts or your curves.

Moony howled in the back of his mind and the sound jolted Remus out of his memories. Moony howled again, more insistently this time, urging Remus to follow their mate back to Wizarding Britain and to protect their mate by allying themselves with the Order of the Phoenix to bring down Voldemort.  Then the King blinked, and you and the other wizard you travelled with disappeared into thin air.

[squintsintwink]

I Am Once Again Asking EA To Add A Bands Feature To The Sims 4

[akkivee]

so what version of twilight am i looking at

[braveclementine]

Meeting the Doctor

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Carlisle P.O.V.

I didn't have any immediate fears when the ambulance was called for Forks High School. For one thing, it wouldn't be any of my kids. For another, it wouldn't be Edward's or my mate as they would've protected them.

That was when Alice called my phone, "Alice, what is it?"

"Edward is forcing Bella to go to the hospital and Davina passed out."

My heart clenched. I hadn't even met the girl yet and I was already reacting to the fact that she had been hurt. My alter ego- Lord- was trying to emerge now.

"How?" I asked.

"Tyler's van skidded on ice. Bella's fine, though the shock of Davina getting her out of the way made her hit her head when she landed in the truck. And Davina got hit by the car. Just her leg though, and maybe her hip. I don't know, she seemed fine. There's no blood, just a few scratches on her leg. Jasper mostly saved her from her leg being crushed. But Edward thinks there might be internal bleeding."

"Thank you Alice." I said, trying not to sound affected by the news and hung up.

I hurried to one of the nurses, "We have three patients coming in from the High School. One sounds to be in more critical condition than the other two. I want her moved to a separate room and prepare to test for internal bleeding."

"Yes Dr. Cullen." Nurse Courtney said.

She was probably my favorite nurse. She had a no nonsense attitude about her and probably the only one not affected by my looks. She was also rather happily married with two kids and completely focused on her work.

The rooms are prepared as Tyler is rushed into the hospital on a gurney, conscious, with an oxygen mask on his face and some blood running down his forehead. Bella is sitting up, looking absolutely mortified at the attention the nurses were giving her.

And then there was the girl laying down. My heart- had it been able to beat- would've started pounding faster. As it was, adrenaline seemed to course through my veins and I almost felt hot. Burning hot.

I had never been completely sure what my soulmate would look like. Before I had changed the kids, I had assumed she would also be blond, probably crystal blue eyes- if she was human- or red eyes if she was already a vampire.

But after the kids started finding their soulmates, I thought she might have brown or black hair. For as Emmett had dark hair, Rosalie had light. And where Alice was dark, Jasper was light.

Davina's face was pale, not as pale as ours, but not dark either. Her black hair framed her face even with the hurried position she had been placed in. The blue and green highlights were faint now, as though the dye was fading and needed to be redone.

I quickly hurried after her into her room. "Run the tests Courtney." I demanded.

"Yes Dr." Courtney said, "I'll alert you when they're done."

I took one last look at my soulmate and made it, with difficulty, to the opposing room where Tyler and Bella were.

It was very hard to pay attention to Bella- who seemed completely fine- and Tyler- who was mostly fine- when Davina was in the other room. Lord continued to growl aggressively at Tyler for being a reckless driver, but I made sure not to show it on my outer ego.

Although Bella was definitely trying to gauge a reaction from me, telling me how fast Jasper had dashed across the parking lot when none of my children had been anywhere close to her and Davina. And Edward too.

I tried to keep my cool with that, but I knew she knew I was distracted and I didn't play it off as well as I could've.

Finally I made it to Davina's room where Nurse Courtney had the results. "There's a little internal bleeding between the ribs and hips. It's not serious and would probably clear up on it's own with rest. The leg on the other hand is more damaged. There are cracks in the right fibula and there's pressure on her lateral malleoulus."

"Is that it? Is there anything that might show why she passed out at the scene?"

"We haven't run head scans yet." Courtney said. "But nothing from the injuries we documented unless it was just to much pain or the sight of blood."

"How much blood did she lose?"

"Not a lot. But some people faint at the sight of blood of course and she might be one of them."

I nodded, taking the charts from her, "When is the soonest we can get a brain scan?"

"If her parents give us the go ahead we can do it now. If she doesn't wake up in a few hours though, we may have to do it without parental consent as it would probably be more serious."

I nodded, "Thank you. Do you think you can have Karen look into records for her parents phone numbers?"

"I'll tell her." Courtney said, grabbing the folder in the box and headed towards the front room.

"Carlisle?" It was Jasper.

"Jasper." I said, turning to face him. "You really shouldn't be in this room."

"We had to see her." Alice pouted. "She's going to be our mother after all."

I sighed, "I'm not sure if that's how she's going to feel. She's your guys age."

"Edward read her mind and said that she was starting to view us as her children, but that she was scared because she's worried she's messed up for thinking about us like that." Jasper replied, shooting another look at Davina.

I was pleased that she was already thinking of them as her children, but at the same time, I was worried about how she was feeling about it.

"Dr?" Courtney was back.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Here are her records. The last time she was here was fifteen years ago. She had lung problems. She's also been diagnosed with mild ADHD and OCD but it was mild enough no medications were prescribed."

"She might have gone on meds since she left though." I said, reaching out and taking the thin folder from her. Flipping it open I saw that she had nearly died when she was four- so she was nineteen, not eighteen?- and that she had recovered afterwards.

"We may have to test for lung problems, see if she still has them. It could've contributed to what happened earlier. Have you had luck getting in contact with her parents?"

Courtney shook her head, her bob hair cut bouncing, "The phone numbers are no longer in service."

I bit my bottom lip out of habit, not because it really did anything, "Thank you. Please check on Mr. Crawley next."

Courtney made her way to the room across from Davina's.

"Alice?"

"I don't see any parents showing up." She murmured. "Or answering phones."

I nodded, "Is there anyone?"

Alice and Jasper hesitated, looking at each other and I frowned, "What?"

"She has a brother. . ." Jasper started suddenly and then the three of us stiffened at the smell of dog.

I spun to see Sam moving through the hospital wing. "I thought this wasn't his turf."

"No." Alice said, her chirpy voice gone. "But that's her brother."

Oh.

Oh no.

Davina P.O.V.

"Davina!"

"Mr. Uley I-"

And then there was the sound of growling.

"Sam?" I choked out. The growling noises stopped.

I blinked my eyes open to see Sam hovering over me. I was clearly in a hospital, the soft, yet scratchy bed sheets, the metal guardrails on either side of the bed, not to mention the horrendous IV's in my arms, the annoying beeping of the heart machine, and the dreary room that I was laying in.

"Oh damn, it's you ugly." I muttered, blinking my eyes some more.

I heard Sam sigh in relief. "Glad you're still kicking shorty."

I snorted, "Yeah right. Think I broke my leg."

"It's just fractured." Sam murmured, taking my hand, "How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a car. Oh and then like the car decided to fall on me." I said, cracking a smile.

He wasn't amused, "You scared me you know. Showed up at the school and there's ambulances and a crashed car and you're not there."

"Would've called. Wasn't present." I smirked.

"Of course you're still making jokes." Sam said, finally letting a small smile play out on his face. "They want to call your parents by the way. So they can get permission for head scans and other tests."

"I'm an adult. They have my permission." I muttered. "They won't come. They won't even pick up the phone probably."

"Are things really that bad between you guys?"

"Yes. Can we not talk about it? I'm really not ready."

There was a bit of silence. "Alright."

"How's Emily?"

"Good. I'll have to call her soon, let her know I'm coming home late."

"Aww Sam, don't. How long do I have to stay here anyways? Go home."

"A couple days according to the Doc." Sam's face contorted into a scowl.

"I'll be fine. Honestly Sam."

"I don't want to leave you unprotected."

I snorted, "What? You think someone's going to attack me in the hospital bed?"

"Maybe." He replied seriously.

There was a cough at the door and I looked up. Sam's face contorted into another scowl but I had no idea why.

I felt something shoot through me upon looking at the Doctor's face. He was pale white, just like his kids and that was the minute I knew there was something wrong with the family. You didn't adopt kids and look alike. No, no way.

But I saw how heavenly his face was, the smoothness to it. And his eyes were golden, enticing, like melted pools of gold. His hair was blond, brushed back over his head, giving him an extreme look. Extremely handsome look. Holy shit he looked so hot. What the hell?

His features balanced each other out, although the white lab coat made him look even paler than he probably was. But the bright blue shirt and tie he wore underneath gave him colour.

The feeling spread from my cheeks- I'm so sure I blushed- down to my toes. It was hot, almost scolding hot, like I had been dropped into a shower unprepared.

"Davina!"

I jerked, looking at Sam who looked unreasonably angry.

My heart monitor settled down, which had picked up dramatically without me even knowing.

"You look hot." Sam frowned.

I flushed darker and the heart monitor started to beep.

"Mr. Uley, I need you to step out of the room." Dr. Cullen said and his voice was light, rich, full of life, and slightly accented. And hot. His voice was so hot.

Sam literally bristled. "If you think I'm going to let you-"

"Sam!" I shouted. "What the hell! He's a doctor for crying out loud! Just step out of the-"

I tried inhaling but my lungs decided they didn't want to work at that moment. I grabbed at my chest- you know like that will stop the pain- and tried to breathe.

Sam threw me one last, frightened look, and stormed from the room. Dr. Carlisle was next to me in an instant. "Breathe Miss Michaelson."

I fell back into the pillows, blacking out again.

Carlisle P.O.V.

Things were not going as I had planned.

Her brother was a werewolf who hated our kind. Her brother would never let her be my mate. And I would hate to be the one that made her choose between her brother and her mate. Because I knew she had felt the pull when she'd looked at me. The flush that had crept up her, making her blood boil and then consequently, make her unable to breathe.

It hadn't bothered me. It usually didn't bother any of us. Our mates were found as vampires, not humans. Hopefully, she wouldn't react to it again.

Not to mention her heart monitor was still going off. I was just glad she hadn't flat-lined. If she had, I might've chosen to bite her right then and there. I had only just found my mate, I wasn't going to let her go.

Not without a fight.

But it was a fight that would probably happen regardless. Lord would probably come out, he might even kill Sam. That would not help anything.

Once the nurses came in and helped settle her back down, I let Sam come back into the room. "I'm not going to hurt her." I said immediately. "You know I wouldn't."

"I don't know, actually." Sam growled. "Maybe she'll give herself a paper cut and you'll kill her in a few seconds."

"I have better control than that." I said, trying so hard not to raise my voice.

"Then leave her alone." Sam snarled.

"I can't!" I protested. "She's my mate. You try staying away from Emily!"

"It's different, you could actually live without her! I can't!" Sam protested back. "Just let her grow old, marry someone who won't kill her, won't hurt her."

"She felt it too." I muttered. "She saw me and she felt it. The feelings are going to develop Sam."

"I'll protect her from you if it's the last thing I do." Sam snapped and left the hospital room.

"I take it he didn't take it well?" Edward asked quietly.

"No." I replied with a sigh.

"They're not actually related." Edward continued, "He's just the closest thing she has to a brother. They're really more like best friends. You can't help the bond Carlisle, anymore than I can with Bella. You won't hurt her."

"I just wish I knew how she would feel about me being a monster." I muttered.

"She'll probably be ecstatic." Edward said with a bit of a smirk, "She's obsessed with vampires and magical creatures. She'll probably think it's a dream come true."

I sighed. "Until she finds out vampires exist."

"If it helps at all, she finds your voice hot." Edward said and before I could even reply, he had dashed from the room.

I sighed, looking down at her. I reached out tentatively, touching the temple of her head with two fingers. I sighed, "You're beautiful."

I dropped my hand and made my rounds.

[stormlit]

couple of lil bg3 aus that have been rattling round my brain:

ylfa. human werewolf, wildheart barbarian. you know what every party of assholes (affectionate) needs? a 12 year old werewolf barbarian who is just a little girl who has gone through the most Fucked Up Horrors - and she wasn't even infected with a parasite. she's learning to cope with the monster inside her, she's insisting that she should be fighting with the party (and the worst part isn't that she is a great fighter and built to soak up all the damage, it's that no adult in her life has ever stopped to say "hey maybe this is a step too far for this literal child"). is pretty sure she's slowly becoming the figure of death as well as a more corrupted wolf. she can be a travelling companion but can also just be found at camp, training with whoever else is there and hanging onto gale's stories. she's obsessed with withers. you lose her approval fast if you're shitty to kids or animals.

georgie. human, paladin, oath of the ancients. a soldier (from wherever in faerun has the mancunian accents lmao) who has spent her career healing, doing whatever she can to help innocent people around her, definitely the folk hero background. being kidnapped by the mindflayers was NOT her first kidnap and torture rodeo, and she's already dealing with that by the time the plot starts, so she seems extremely calm under pressure (but you might catch her fully losing it in camp once they're safe). she's a reckless, compassionate, extremely good aligned character who is ignoring all her own shit for the sake of the mission. also think her shitty ex will reappear at some point for her personal quest if she's in a companion role, but idk for sure how it goes yet and by default i'll probably have her be the tav, that fits her a lot and she's an excellent leader. she's not a fan of the illithid powers and fully does not want them.

nynaeve. healer-focused druid, probably a half-elf? she has a tadpole in her brain, she has a block when it comes to using any associated powers, and she is NOT happy about it. she also has a block when it comes to using high-level spells that she has to work through. once the chief healer and sort of leader of a village outside baldur's gate that got overrun by orcs and other monsters, she barely escaped with her life when one dragged her out as a spoil of battle and was spending her time in search of four of her friends who also got led out by a mysterious magic user right as the battle hit its peak when she got yoinked by mindflayers - finding her friends in the city is her personal quest. she's extremely magically powerful but it's almost always tied to strong emotion and she's yet to control it, though there's a group in the city who want to help (and use that power for themselves, in her view). blunt, fierce, extremely driven by her morals and doing the right thing.

[thatdykepunkslut]

These aren't dichotomies though? Like even pack animal vs alone, most werewolves are isolated in their stories, they don't find a pack. And classy/refined vs hairy/musky? There is no "vs" even in concept, musk IS classy. I've never been to a renfair but I've seen a whole lot of renfair outfits that involved tails or fuzzy ears.

Vampires and werewolves has no business being such a good dichotomy. Classy and refined vs hairy and musky. Alone in immortal isolation vs pack animal. Furry vs renfair.

[daddysbutch]

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[cruel-seduction]

One body, two claims.

Pairing - Werewolf theodore x reader x Vampire Lorenzo

A/n - Hello, my certified cute red flags!! This is based on Request. It can be read for Werewolf Theodore au (series) but it’s not primarily because whenever I will write about the Theodore werewolf au it’s not gonna be mentioned. Also I don't do threesome Idk man it just makes me feel weird. But the request idea was noiceee so I had to. And also cause it's nice to give a try.

Summary - A werewolf and a vampire—both bound to you in ways neither can ignore, both unwilling to let the other win. Caught between their hatred and their hunger, you’re not just desired—you’re possessed. And when their rivalry turns into something far more primal, you realize there’s no escaping them. Not when they’ve decided to share.

Content Warning: Degrading, choking, spanking, slapping tits, hair pulling, rough handling, dominance struggle, praise kink, primal play, possessiveness, forced choice, overstimulation, threesome, double claiming, intensity, rough P in V, power dynamics, marking, jealousy-fueled pleasure, forced eye contact, being manhandled.

There were two bonds tied to your body—one that burned, one that lingered.

You could still feel the bite. The deep, brutal imprint of werewolf fangs, buried into the soft curve between your shoulder and neck, marking you as Theo’s mate. It had been weeks, but the wound pulsed like it had never healed, a constant reminder of the moment his teeth sank in and changed you. Mating wasn’t a choice—it was instinct. And Theo had acted on it like the animal he was.

Then there was Lorenzo.

His bond wasn’t forced like Theo’s bite. It was slow, insidious—like a drug you never meant to take, but now you couldn’t live without. Vampire bonds weren’t about pain. They were about addiction, obsession. His first taste of you had been a simple, fleeting thing—his lips parting over your wrist, fangs scraping tender flesh, the barest sip of blood before he pulled away. He hadn’t drained you. He hadn’t marked you.

But he had claimed you all the same.

You felt it in your bones, deep in your chest—the pull toward him. The way your body reacted to his presence, how your pulse skipped when he stepped too close. Blood sang for its master, and he reveled in it.

And neither was willing to let the other win.

That’s why you were here, wedged between them in a room thick with tension, your back against a desk as two predators circled you—your body their battlefield.

Theo exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. "You think a dead thing like you can satisfy her?" Lorenzo let out a slow, mocking hum. "At least I don’t have to fuck on a full moon like some rabid dog."

Your teeth clenched. Enough.

"I swear to fucking god," you hissed, finally pushing off the desk and stepping between them. "If you two want to measure dicks, do it somewhere else. I’m not your fucking trophy to fight over."

They both looked at you then—really looked at you. And that was the problem. Because the second you had their attention, you weren’t just talking. You were prey.

Theo’s amber eyes flickered dark, hunger twisting beneath his resentment. Lorenzo’s pupils dilated slightly, lips parting just enough to reveal the sharp glint of his fangs.

Fuck.

You had just made things worse. Your breath hitched.

The air in the room had changed—thicker now, dense with the weight of something primal. You had made a mistake.

Because standing between them, caught in the crossfire of their rage and possessiveness, meant you weren’t just some woman anymore. You were claimed. You were theirs. And neither one of them was willing to let the other take the first touch.

Which was why—when they finally moved—they grabbed you at the same time.

Theo’s hand shot to your throat, fingers curling around it like he had every fucking right to. His palm was hot—burning, searing, territorial. His grip wasn't suffocating, but it reminded you exactly who had marked on you.

At the same time, Lorenzo’s fingers gripped your jaw, cold and unyielding, forcing your head to tilt so his scarlet eyes could bore into yours. His touch sent a different kind of shiver down your spine—not warmth, but a chilling pull. The bond. His claim.

Theo growled lowly. "You don’t get to touch her first, leech." Lorenzo’s lips curled. "And yet, here I am." You let out a shaky breath, heart hammering against your ribs, pulse slamming against Theo’s palm.

"You’re both out of your fucking minds," you managed.

Enzo chuckled, the sound dark, mocking. "Tell me, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking over your cheek, mocking the softness in his voice when his grip was anything but gentle. "Do you actually like being fought over? Or are you just a filthy little whore who wants both?"

Heat shot straight through you, searing, humiliating.

Theo’s fingers flexed around your throat, tightening slightly. His breath ghosted against your temple, hot, breathless, his own restraint hanging by a thread. "She’s already soaked," he muttered, voice thick with arrogance. "Of course she fucking likes it."

Your stomach clenched. You hated them.  You hated how much they knew your body better than you did.

Lorenzo’s thumb pressed against your lips, forcing them to part slightly. "Which is it, then?" he mused. "Do we keep fighting, or do you beg?"

Theo smirked. "She won’t beg. She’s too fucking stubborn for that." Enzo hummed. "Guess we’ll have to break her in, then."

And you realized—you weren’t getting out of this.

Their hands stayed on you—branding, possessive, unrelenting. Theo’s grip on your throat wasn’t suffocating, but it reminded you exactly what he was—a predator. A wolf who had marked on you, tethering you to him with something deeper than choice. His fingers flexed slightly, his thumb pressing against the flutter of your pulse.

Lorenzo’s hold was different—colder, calculated, cruel. His fingers on your jaw weren’t just restraint. They were in control. He could feel the way your breath hitched, how your lips parted involuntarily at his touch. A vampire’s bond was undeniable. It made your body betray you in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You were caught between them, your own body a battleground. And neither was willing to let the other win.

They didn’t kiss you.

Not at first.

They hovered, ghosting their lips over your skin but never touching, never giving you what you wanted.

Lorenzo leaned in first, his breath cool against your ear. "You can feel it, can’t you?" he murmured. "The way your body is made for me. For us."

Theo let out a sharp exhale, his lips hovering over your throat. Right over the imprint. "She’s shaking," he muttered, smirking against your skin. "Not from fear, though. Are you, sweetheart?" Your fingers curled into fists. They were playing with you.

Their lips brushed over your jaw, your throat, your cheek—never pressing, never giving in. Lorenzo chuckled, amused by your frustration. "You want it?" he mused. "Then choose."

Your stomach clenched. Theo’s grip tightened. "Kiss one of us." It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

A choice.

But not really. Because whichever one you chose, the other wasn’t going to let it happen. You hesitated, pulse hammering. Who?

Theo—hot, reckless, possessive? Enzo—cold, controlled, dangerously composed?

Your body knew the answer before you did.

You reached for Theo first, your fingers gripping his collar as you dragged him down, crashing your lips against his.

He groaned lowly against your mouth, rough and impatient, his grip on your throat shifting—one hand curling around your waist instead, pulling you flush against him. The kiss was raw, all tongue and dominance, Theo kissing you like he already owned you.

And then—you were gone.

Ripped away mid-kiss, your breath stolen as Lorenzo’s cold fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back.

A sharp gasp left your lips as you found yourself pressed against him instead, his amused smirk inches from your mouth. "You really thought you’d get away with that?" Enzo murmured, tilting his head.

Theo let out a vicious growl, teeth bared. "You’re fucking dead."

Lorenzo ignored him. His eyes were only on you. "Try again, sweetheart," he purred, tilting your chin up. "This time, pick right."

And you knew—you weren’t getting out of this without giving them both what they wanted.

Lorenzo’s grip on your jaw tightened slightly, tilting your face up toward him. His red eyes gleamed with amusement, his smirk just this side of cruel. “Go on, then,” he murmured. “Make it fair.”

Theo was still seething, his presence behind you radiating heat, dominance, frustration. You could feel the tension crackling in the air.

And you were the prize.

Your pulse fluttered beneath Lorenzo’s fingertips as you hesitated, and that brief second of reluctance only made his smirk widen. He knew. He knew you wanted this.

So you kissed him.

Your hands pressed against his chest, and he let you take control for only a second—just long enough for you to think you had it. Then his fingers twisted deeper into your hair, pulling, forcing you to open wider for him. The kiss was expert, smooth, consuming. He tasted like something addictive, something that promised danger and ruin in the same breath.

Behind you, Theo let out a low, displeased sound—a warning growl. And then his lips were on your neck.

The contrast was devastating.

Lorenzo’s lips were cool and practiced, taking what he wanted effortlessly. Theo’s mouth was hot, relentless, demanding. His teeth scraped against your throat, just over the imprint, before his tongue soothed the mark. He sucked, bit, marked—staking his claim all over again.

You whimpered against Lorenzo’s mouth, your body betraying you as heat coiled low in your stomach. “Oh, listen to that,” Lorenzo chuckled, breaking the kiss to glance at Theo. “She’s already falling apart, and we’ve barely touched her.”

Theo’s teeth grazed lower, his tongue tracing bruises into your skin. His hands gripped your waist roughly, pressing you back against him. “Pathetic,” he muttered. “So eager already.”

Lorenzo hummed, pleased. “Aren’t you just a desperate little thing?” His fingers skimmed down your torso, teasing, toying, never quite giving you enough.

Theo’s hand slid lower, down your stomach, between your thighs—cupping you through your clothes. Your breath hitched, your legs twitching instinctively.

“Oh, she’s soaked,” Theo mused darkly, his tone both amused and condescending. “Course she is.”

Lorenzo’s hand moved at the same time, palming your breast through your shirt, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp.

Theo smirked against your neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured. “Being fought over like a toy?”

Lorenzo chuckled, his fingers flicking over your nipple.Your head tilted back against Theo’s shoulder, helpless, panting.

And the worst part? They weren’t wrong.

They were relentless. Overwhelming.

Their hands never stopped moving, their touches purposeful—both claiming, both taking.

Theo’s grip at your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin, while Lorenzo tilted your chin up again, his thumb pressing against your lips. His smirk was effortless, infuriatingly confident, as he traced the outline of your mouth.

“Pretty little thing,” he murmured. “Wonder if you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Before you could answer, before you could even catch your breath, fabric tore. The sudden rush of cool air against your bare skin sent a shiver down your spine.

Theo had ripped the back of your clothes clean open, the shredded fabric slipping from your shoulders. Lorenzo followed suit with cruel precision, taking the torn edge between his fingers and pulling—slow, deliberate, savoring the way your body tensed beneath their hands.

And then you were bare.

Your stomach twisted—a rush of heat, of exposure, of the undeniable reality that you were at their mercy.

The moment you tried to step back, Theo’s hand pressed firm against your spine, shoving you downward. Your palms met the ground, your knees sinking into the cool surface beneath you, leaving you on all fours—trapped between them.

Lorenzo hummed approvingly from above, crouching slightly so his fingers could skim down your throat, your collarbone—teasing. "Now that’s a sight," he mused. "You look better like this."

Behind you, Theo exhaled sharply. Then—a sharp smack.

You jolted forward, a shocked gasp leaving your lips as the sharp sting of Theo’s palm burned across your backside.

Lorenzo chuckled darkly. "Oh, I like that," he mused, watching you tremble. "Let’s see what else we can get out of her." Lorenzo’s grip on your jaw tightened as he tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His crimson eyes burned with satisfaction, flicking down to your parted lips.

The sharp sting of his palm slapping your breast pulled a gasp from your lips before you could stop it. The pain blurred into pleasure too fast, your skin left burning under his touch, only to be soothed by his other hand as it skimmed down your throat.

Behind you, Theo’s hands branded your hips, holding you still as he shoved his knee between your legs. His breath was hot against your ear, low and laced with something dangerous.

“Look at her,” Theo muttered darkly. “Already shaking.” Lorenzo smirked. “She likes it.”

His thumb dragged along your lower lip before he pressed two fingers into your mouth, forcing them past your tongue. His grip never wavered, even as you shuddered—even as your breath came faster, caught between the heat behind you and the dominance in front of you.

“Suck,” Lorenzo demanded.

Your lashes fluttered as you obeyed, lips wrapping around his fingers. His pupils blown wide with hunger, lips curling as he watched you.

Behind you, Theo shifted, the sound of his belt unfastening making your stomach tighten. He freed himself, the thick heat of him pressing firm against you—hot, heavy, teasing.

Theo dragged himself through your slick folds. Your body trembled at the unbearable tease, the slow, torturous way he coated himself in your arousal.

Lorenzo pulled his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, replacing them with something harder, heavier—his cock pressing past your lips in the same effortless command. His grip buried in your hair, holding you there, forcing you to take him inch by inch.

Behind you, Theo’s grip on your hips tightened before he finally pushed forward—

You choked on a moan, your body arching as he filled you, stretching you wide with a brutal first thrust.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Theo growled, one hand cracking against your ass with a sharp slap. Lorenzo groaned above you, watching you struggle to breathe between them. “Messy little thing,” he mused. “I think she likes this even more than she lets on.”

Another thrust—deeper, harder. Your body shuddered beneath them, caught between two relentless forces, overwhelmed, consumed, claimed.

Lorenzo’s grip in your hair was ruthless, holding you steady as you took every inch of him down your throat, choking around the weight of it. His fingers dug into your scalp, controlling every slow, torturous thrust.

“That’s it,” he groaned, watching the way your lips stretched around him. “So fucking pretty like this. A mess, but still so eager.”

Behind you, Theo’s pace was merciless, his hips snapping forward, filling you completely before pulling back just enough to do it all over again. His fingers bruised into your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“She’s dripping,” Theo muttered, voice thick with satisfaction. Another sharp slap to your ass sent a shock of pleasure through your spine, a whimper caught in your throat.

Lorenzo chuckled, tilting your head back just enough to see your glassy-eyed expression. His free hand ghosted over your throat, teasing the sensitive skin, pressing just enough to remind you who was in control.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?” he murmured, smirking when you moaned in response. “Fuck, you were made for this.”

Theo’s pace stuttered for half a second, a deep groan leaving his lips. “She’s gonna make me come,” he growled, his grip tightening. “So fucking tight, clenching around me like she was made for my cock.”

Your whole body tensed, overwhelmed by the way they pushed you higher, driving you straight into blinding pleasure. The world blurred, nothing but the sensation of being utterly consumed between them. And then you came, you came so hard but it didn’t stop Theo it only made him overstimulate you. 

Theo cursed under his breath, his rhythm turning sloppy as he buried himself deep, holding you there as he groaned through his release. The heat of it sent another shudder through you, your own pleasure tipping over the edge right alongside his.

Lorenzo wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening in your hair as he pushed deep one last time, his own release hitting him in a sharp, low moan. He held you still as he came down your throat, forcing you to take every drop.

For a second, all that filled the room was the sound of ragged breathing—yours, theirs, tangled together.

And then, just as you thought you might catch your breath, Theo’s hands were on you again—pulling you up, flipping you effortlessly, pressing you down onto your back.

Lorenzo let out a low, dark chuckle. “Switching already?”

Theo smirked, dragging his thumb over your swollen lips, his other hand gripping your thigh, pulling your legs apart. “What? Afraid you won’t handle the view from behind?”

Lorenzo’s fangs glinted in the dim light, his fingers skimming down your stomach, teasing their way between your thighs. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. “We’re nowhere near finished.”

And then they were on you again—flipping the power, the pace, the control.

And you were utterly, completely theirs.

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Blood Moon Rivalry (4)

Warnings: spells going wrong, canon typical behaviours, 2k+ words, 18+, nsfw, oral (female receiving), mentions of hypnotism, biting, blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, vampire/witch sex, and mentions of pain and breath play.

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Chapter 4

“Professor,” Neville Longbottom gasped, sprinting into your empty classroom and promptly doubling over when he reached your desk.  “Snape..Defence…Spell.”

“Neville, I need you to sit and breathe,” you commanded, getting up from your chair and walking around your desk to talk to the stressed teen.  Neville’s chest heaved up and down as he fought to regain his breath while you guided him over to the closest chair.

Neville’s breaths gradually became more regular, and once they’d evened out, the teen stared down anxiously at his hands that he’d pressed against his dirt-stained pants.  “Tracey told Daphne, who told Ernie, who told Hannah and Alicia, who overheard and told Seamus, who told Dean, who told Ron.” He confessed in a whisper, still not meeting your gaze.

You knelt down in front of the distressed teen. “Tracey told Daphne what?” You prompted softly.

Neville squared his shoulders and raised his head to meet your eyes, “Professor Snape was taking the sixth-year afternoon Defence class.”  You nodded encouragingly; since Umbridge had been publicly forced out of the castle and into Azkaban, you and Severus were covering the DADA classes to fill the gap until a new professor was hired.  You were teaching the classes in the morning, and Severus was teaching the ones later in the day.  Albus assured you both that he had received expressions of interest from many candidates and was thoroughly researching them.

Though you trusted the older wizard, you had a nagging feeling that he was embellishing the truth a bit.   Prior to accepting the position at Hogwarts, you heard the rumours about the DADA position being cursed, and thanks to Umbridge’s recent dismissal, that rumour was spreading through Hogwarts again like wildfire.

“McLaggen was boasting that he could perform the spell with his eyes closed and still hit the training dummy.”

You let out a groan at Neville’s words and quietly thanked Merlin that you weren’t teaching McLaggen.  Filius and Pomona both complained, in the privacy of the staff room, about the teen’s inability to follow instructions and his attitude towards learning in general.  Severus didn’t join in with Filius and Pomona’s conversations and so, up until this point, you thought he didn’t have any trouble with the over-confident, boastful sixth year.

“DADA and Potions are two different subjects.  Just because he doesn’t act up in Potions doesn’t mean that he acts the same way in DADA.  Besides Severus has a way of discouraging any behaviours that annoy him in the classroom even if they don’t have a detrimental effect on the potion making.”

Neville’s lips curled in a small smile at the noise you made, and then he continued to speak, “The lesson was about controlling impulses, both magical and physical.  When McLaggen’s stomach rumbled, he lost concentration and instead of his spell hitting the training dummy, it….”

“Hit Professor Snape,” you supplied.  Neville nodded and you sighed, pushing yourself back to your feet.

“You did the right thing, Neville.  Thank you for coming to find me.”

“What do I do now?”

“Head back to the Gryffindor Common Room, and I’ll track down Professor Snape.”

Neville’s brow furrowed in worry, but he stood up nevertheless. “According to Seamus, Daphne said she saw Snape heading towards the fifth floor.”  In your head, you compiled a list of the rooms on the fifth floor, but none of them seemed suitable until you remembered about the Room of Requirement.

“Thank you, Neville.”

You waited for the teen to leave the room, and when you were sure that he had listened and left, you made your way to the fifth floor, taking care to wandlessly lock your classroom door as you left.

Some students greeted you as you walked past, and you made sure to return the greeting, while others were more subdued and muttering about how Severus looked paler than normal.  A lump built in your throat, and you increased your pace.    For the past few evenings, you and Severus had been meeting up in the small office above the DADA classroom to pour over the lesson plans for the following days so you knew what spell McLaggen hit Severus with.  What you didn’t know was how it’d affect him.

Lost in your thoughts, you walked past the blank stretch of wall that hid the room from those who didn’t know it existed and those who followed someone because they might’ve wanted to spy on the people using the room.  It was only after you noticed a stray piece of red wool clinging to the sleeve of your right arm that you realised, and you whirled around, retracing your steps only to pivot at the end of the corridor and walk past the tapestry again.

When the door handle materialised, you wasted no time.  You wrenched the door open so quickly that your muscles didn’t register the weight of the door until after you’d stepped through and yanked the door closed behind you.

Shaking your hand to alleviate the building ache, you set out to search for Severus.  The Room was dimly lit, which probably wasn’t a problem for him, but it could rapidly turn into a disadvantage for you if Severus attacked.

“Don’t be stupid,” you chided yourself.  “This isn’t an uncontrolled beast you’re talking about; it’s Severus.  He prides himself on his cont-”

“You think too loudly.” Severus’ voice was rougher than usual.  “I heard you outside the Room.”

You said nothing to the first part of his statement, instead opting to keep moving in what you hoped was the right direction by using the volume of his voice as a guide.   Despite your rising nerves, you decided against conjuring a ball of light to assist you.   Moments later, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room, and you let out a soundless breath as navigating the makeshift corridors in the hidden room became slightly easier, but you still couldn’t see any sign that would indicate Severus was lurking nearby.

You trekked deeper into the Room, squinting at the mismatched items piled almost to the ceiling. “Merlin, does everything that’s lost in Hogwarts make its way here?  How am I supposed to find Severus in all this mess?”

“The aim of me hiding in here was so you wouldn’t be able to track me down,” Severus’ voice rang out dryly.  You cursed softly; his voice sounded farther away than before, which meant that you were heading in the wrong direction.  Coming to a halt, you spun around and headed back the way you came.

“You should have kept going that way.”  Now the voice of the potions master was even further away, “I wonder how long it’ll take before you start blasting your way through the Room.”

“The thought of blasting my way through here is tempting,” you admitted, wincing slightly at the volume of your magically amplified voice, knowing Severus’ enhanced senses were far more sensitive than yours and, at the very least, he’d be wincing too.  “Good,” you thought with a decent amount of venom, “Did he expect me to enjoy this little game of hide and seek of his?”

“But I don’t want to risk damaging this room irreparably or angering Hogwarts just because you’re enjoying the thrill of the chase.”

A gust of wind blew through the room, and as you tried to identify where it came from, a strong arm wrapped around your hips and yanked you backwards into a firm chest.  Warm air fanned across your neck, and you tilted your head to the side, exposing the flesh on your neck.

“You should have left when you didn’t find me immediately,” Severus growled, dragging his sharp incisors across the delicate flesh.  “I was generous and gave you more than one opportunity to leave.”

Again you gave no response and Severus chuckled darkly, pressing his fangs against your neck with a bit more force, “Then again, the fact that you’re not twisting out of my grip has me wondering how much you crave this.”

“Are you actually going to do anything or have you convinced yourself that you’ll be able to make me orgasm with just your voice?”  You demanded breathlessly, proud of yourself for being able to string a coherent sentence together.

Severus paused, the insistent pressure of his fangs against your skin reminding you that you were dealing with a magical being who was quicker and deadlier than anyone you had encountered in a while.

Without warning, Severus used his grip on your waist to spin you around so that you were staring into his eyes.  The irises were their usual shade of obsidian; however, on the outside of the iris, there was a crimson ring.  A seductive voice rang in your head, urging you to continue staring into Severus’ eyes.  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were being hypnotised, but try as you might, you couldn’t seem to break free.

Severus pinched your cheeks with his free hand and the sting of pain was what you needed to break the spell.  Blinking up at him m you shook your head, absentmindedly noticing that Severus’ eyes had a smaller crimson ring around the pupils.  Satisfied that a measure of consciousness had returned to you, the hand that Severus was using to grip your cheeks slid down to grasp at your neck.

Despite the hunger for blood and for more enjoyable activities racing through his veins, the remaining rational part of Severus’ mind reminded him to be gentle with you.   You were so much more breakable than him.

He tried to remove his hand from your neck, but with a speed he didn’t expect from you, you raised your own hand to hold his in place.  Understanding swept through him at your wordless plea, followed closely by the desire to show you why he was a much better lover than the werewolf.

Severus guided you backwards, his hand trembling slightly as you let go and trusted him with your safety.  The only indication that Severus had reached his destination was when your hips pressed against a desk and Severus remained stationary in front of you.

The hand that was resting on your hip moved to rest flat on the surface of the table next to you.  It felt like every nerve ending in your body came alive at the gesture and the realisation of what was about to happen.

“McLaggen funnelled more magic into his spell than I thought.”

Severus’ eyes darted to where his hand rested on your neck and back again before settling on your wrist.  You raised your left wrist, already thinking of ways to hide the bite marks, and to your surprise, Severus shook his head. 

“Too risky.”  He denied, his eyes raking over your body before settling on your thighs. “There,” he breathed, and your thighs clenched.  The thought of Severus sinking his teeth into your inner thighs just centimetres from your groin had heat pooling low in your belly.  At the same time, Severus inhaled deeply, and a visibly hungry gleam appeared in those deep obsidian eyes.

“Strip or I shall shred your clothing with my teeth piece by piece.”

At first, Severus thought you were too consumed by lust and arousal to obey his command, but then he took in the challenging glint in your lust-blown eyes and the stubborn set of your chin.  The sight in front of him spurred Severus into action, and he shoved the thought that you had behaved this way with Lupin to the back of his mind.  Though he banished the thought, jealousy reared up inside him, causing his magic to react. His magic vanished your clothing and bared you to him.

Your soft gasp of surprise barely registered in his ears as he was too busy hooking his arm around your waist and lifting you into the air to place you on top of the desk.   When your skin came into contact with the surface of the desk, your legs fell open, and Severus was hit with the scent of you.

Longing grew inside of Severus, becoming stronger by the second, and he dropped to his knees, giving into the tempting idea of eating you out before sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your inner thigh and feasting on your blood.   With barely there touches, he ran his palms up the inside of your legs, starting from your ankles and ending just millimetres from your already wet entrance.

“Severus…”

Your voice cut off as the vampire used his hands to push your thighs open wider before leaning forwards and circling your clit with the tip of his tongue.  Your head fell back at the sensation, and your hips thrust forwards.  Severus let out a low, amused chuckle.  He used his thumbs to spread you open, and the touch of his cool skin against your overheated skin caused you to whimper.  Your hands flew into his hair, and you anchored him in place, begging for more and rolling your hips against his tongue.

Severus’ bloodlust rose again.  To distract himself and because he knew that your blood would taste so much sweeter after you came, he pulled his tongue away from your clit.  You didn’t have a chance to protest the loss as Severus cupped your bottom in his hands, his blunt nails digging in slightly, and yanked you forwards with enough force to knock you off balance. 

Now your back was resting on the wooden surface of the table, and Severus had more access to your pussy.  He dove in, licking and sucking like a man starved and all you could do was gasp and writhe around on the table, though Severus’ grip on your ass prevented you from writhing out of his grip.  Every so often, the tip of his nose would bump against your clit, stimulating you further while he alternated between sucking on the inner lips of your pussy and thrusting his tongue into your clenching hole.  Your speech dissolved into nonsensical babbling, and your back arched off of the table when Severus’ tongue probed deep inside you.

Just when you thought you knew what to expect, you felt Severus circling your entrance with a finger. When he deemed it coated enough in your wetness, he slid the digit into you.  You were beyond caring about whether the Room of Requirement had Silencing charms on it as you screamed out in pleasure.

Severus wasn’t done with you.  Not by a long shot.  He slid another long, thick finger into your pussy.  He gave you some time to adjust to the new feeling of fullness before scissoring them and sealing his mouth around your clit and worrying the pulsing bud of nerves with his tongue.  Your mouth opened in a soundless scream as the tip of his middle finger brushed against a sensitive spot, and Severus smirked against your skin, thrusting his fingers so that they hit that spot every time. 

Severus could feel your orgasm approaching and when you cried out in pleasure, he moved his mouth from your pussy to your inner thigh and bit down.  His eyes almost rolled back into his head at the heady and addictive taste of your blood.  Once he’d drunk enough to sate his bloodlust, he began to clean the wound.  With each soft kiss to the skin, the puncture wounds from his fangs healed little by little until they were completely gone.

Multicoloured sparks danced along your skin, catching his eye, and Severus peered up at them from between your thighs.  He was so mesmerised by the enchanting display of your magic that he didn't realise his own magic was responding until it coursed along his skin, racing toward your blissed-out form.  As if they sensed his presence, the tiny pulses of magic on your body shot into the air with Severus’ trailing closely behind. 

The magic bursts climbed higher and higher in the air until they were hovering directly over your bodies, and then they collided.  The collision may have been soundless; however, the rush of magic more than made up for the lack of sound.  It grew so bright that you squeezed your eyes shut, and Severus leisurely pulled his soaked fingers out of you before gathering you in his arms to shield you from the surge of light and power and closing his own eyes tightly.

The magical reaction only lasted for a short time.  Bit by bit, the light dimmed until it flickered out of existence entirely, leaving the space around you with an odd, purified feeling.  You went lax in Severus’ arms, and a small, genuine smile blossomed on the vampire’s face.  His eyelids fluttered as exhaustion caught up to him.  Just as he was contemplating waking you up so that the two of you could head back to his private quarters, the wooden desk transformed into a bed spacious enough for the both of you.

Too tired to ignore the invitation, Severus arranged you in the bed before disrobing and climbing in himself.  His foot brushed against something metallic and sharp and you stirred.  After checking that you were still asleep, Severus looked down to see what his foot had touched.  Sitting innocently on the floor was a glinting, silver piece of metal.  Scattered around the side of the bed that Severus was about to climb into were other pieces of the same metal.  Peering over at one of the other bits, Severus could make out some engraving on the surface.   

His sharp hearing detected a quiet, sleepy moan and his attention switched to you.  Then the sheet covering you slipped down, revealing more of you to him and dismissing the bits of metal as unimportant, Severus climbed into bed and pulled you into his arms so your head was resting on his chest.

Had he looked down at his left forearm prior to falling asleep, he would have been able to watch the dark mark grow smaller and then completely vanishing.

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Witchcraft & Werewolves||Werewolf!Lando Norris x witch!reader

Summary — Lando and your familiar doesn’t get along

Word count 727

A/n — this is an old fic like one of my original fics that I posted on my old blog that I think was requested? I can’t remember any way I edited it and added a scene to it

The scent of lavender and crushed rosemary filled the air as you hovered over your workstation, carefully stirring a bubbling concoction in your cauldron. The deep indigo liquid shimmered under the dim glow of candlelight, tiny sparks of silver magic crackling along the surface. You muttered an incantation under your breath, watching as the potion thickened to the perfect consistency.

“Almost there…” you murmured, reaching for a vial of powdered moonstone.

Before you could add it, a sharp yelp echoed through the house.

“Oww! Love, your familiar scratched me again!”

You sighed, setting the vial down before turning toward the inevitable commotion. Moondance, your sleek black cat, pranced into the kitchen with the smug air of someone who had just committed a crime and would do it again. Lando, meanwhile, stood in the doorway cradling his hand like he’d lost a limb.

“Did you step on him again?” you asked dryly.

“What? No! That happened once, and it was dark!” Lando protested.

You gave him a skeptical look.

Moondance leapt onto the counter with effortless grace, tail flicking as he settled beside your cauldron like he owned the place. You absentmindedly scratched behind his ears, earning a satisfied purr.

“Lando, familiars are very judgmental. One bad first impression, and they hate you for life.”

Lando groaned dramatically, flopping against the counter. “I cannot deal with this for the rest of my life. Do you know how long werewolves live? I could be twenty-four years old for the next fifty years!”

You hummed, amused. “Well, have you tried making offerings to earn Moondance’s loyalty?”

Lando’s ears perked up. “Offerings?”

“You know, little gifts. Treats. Things he likes. It might make him tolerate you.”

His expression brightened. “I can do that.”

“You can try.”

This ridiculous rivalry had been going on for months now—your werewolf boyfriend and your ever-so-judgmental familiar locked in an endless battle of petty grievances.

You’d just returned from delivering an elixir—a synthetic blood substitute—to a fledgling vampire still grappling with the weight of their transition. As you stepped inside, something felt… off.

The house was quiet.

It was never quiet.

Suspicious, you crept into the living room, only to stop in your tracks.

Lando—fully shifted into his wolf form—was sprawled across the couch. And on top of him, nestled comfortably, was Moondance.

They were asleep together.

Your heart clenched at the sheer adorableness of it all. Slowly, carefully, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture.

The soft click woke Lando. He blinked groggily, stretching before shifting back into his human form, Moondance lazily hopping off his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured. “How’d it go?”

“Pretty good,” you said, still eyeing them with suspicion. “But you—how did this happen?”

Lando grinned. “We bonded.”

“Bonded how?”

“We went outside, and I caught a squirrel for Moondance.”

Your stomach dropped. “Lando. Where’s the squirrel?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah, about that. We may have… eaten it.”

You groaned. “Gross, Lando. Please tell me you brushed your teeth?”

“I’ll go do that,” he said quickly, already heading to the bathroom.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I just hope that squirrel wasn’t someone’s familiar.”

Lando froze. “Wait. Squirrels can be familiars?”

“Yes, Lando. Any animal, insect, reptile, or amphibian can be a witch’s familiar.”

His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s kinda cool.”

“Oh, just wait until you find out that they can shapeshift to fit a witch’s specific needs.” You smirked. “They’re very versatile. And very powerful.”

Lando turned to Moondance, eyes narrowing. “So you’re telling me that this guy chose to be a cat?”

“Yes, Lando.”

Lando exhaled, watching Moondance, who was fixated on the window. That damn squirrel—the one that had been taunting them for weeks—was back, flicking its tail and chittering smugly.

Lando sighed, crouching beside Moondance. “Okay, look,” he muttered. “I’m gonna be around for a long time. And so are you. So, what do you say we try to get along? Because I really love Y/N, and I know you do too.”

Moondance’s ear twitched, but he didn’t look at him.

Lando followed his gaze to the window.

The squirrel sat there, mocking them.

A slow grin spread across Lando’s face. “Hey, Moondance,” he murmured.

The cat’s tail flicked once.

“…What do you say we go squirrel hunting?”

For the first time ever, Moondance purred.

[crazyoffher]

TAKE YOUR PICK.

wednesday addams x fem!vampire!reader

summary: a werewolf attack leaves you in need of aid, though you find yourself aided in more than just your wounds.

warnings: smut (18+) — slight oral (r receiving), fingering, strap-on referred to as “cock” at one point, slight face-slapping, teasing, dirty talk, virgin!r, withheld orgasm. -> mentions of blood, wounds, werewolf attack, medical equipment, mentions of kidnapping, scarring, and dom!w + sub!r.

word amount: 6900+

a/n: yes you read that right, 6900+ words. i guess i beat you, didn’t i, my ⭐️ anon 😉.

“Our successor greets us with torture by this grouping.” Her words were dull, and as you turned to face her, you were met with her eyes boring into yours. You cocked your head to the side, easily bypassing a tree that would’ve hit anyone else. Your instincts were stressed by your venture into the woods with the murderous woman you labeled your enemy accompanying you.

Your skin itched. Badly. Though you would rather burn in the flames she created than take action for relief, you never dared to let the shorter girl win at her former pleas to have her partner switch, labeling it as having to not deal with your pollen allergy, but everyone knew of your rivalry.

It was no secret after all. You couldn’t count the number of times she tried to assist in your early death, ranging from simple pop-up attacks that your raging instincts guided you with to kidnapping you into the Nightshades library and torturing you—or more so, trying her best to—while reading latin incantations from a book that still scarred your mind to this day.

“You don’t have to tell me.” With your head shifted into it’s former state, staring straight ahead, you expected Wednesday to mirror your action. She hadn’t.

Your eyes darted all around the forest, searching for insects, animals, humans, or anything of the above that would pose a potential life-threat. Unlike Wednesday, you allowed yourself to feel fear because you actually cared for your life.  

You and Wednesday were similar, which was the root of your rivalry. She eyed you as a copycat, but you had always been who you were since the day you were born, and nobody could ever change you. You thrived in academics and sports, taking part in three education-related after school clubs as well as fencing, track, and a modernized human sport known as “soccer” to Americans during the summer.

You easily got more praise for your contribution to the school’s image, while Wednesday held the slimy silver medal praising her for being in second place, and her mind raged at the remembrance of it every time. She wanted to be number one above all else, but she could never bypass you. Hell, you even bypassed Bianca Barclay, forming a small rivalry with her when you first arrived at the academy.

“Would you like me to send you a photographed Polaroid of myself with my signature on it, or shall you continue to stare at me and soon trip over a rock?” Wednesday’s eyes furrowed at the end of the sentence, unable to hold back a yelp when she inevitably did fall over a grounded rock and faceplant on the floor.

You halted your movement, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of Wednesday rolling herself on her back, a hand over her knee from a wound forming due to her ignorant choice to wear shorts. “We have thirty minutes remaining to collect all we need for our botanical project. I’d suggest you get off the floor.” 

Before she could even comprehend what you said, she found herself looking up into your eyes as you towered over her. Once more, you cocked your head to the side, allowing a sly grin to form on your face at the sight of blood dousing her hand from the open wound. “And you tell me I’m the clumsy one?”

“You are.” She shot back immediately, her eyes narrowing at your facial expression of humor. You found humor in her; you always have. It was a key part of your romantic attraction to her, though that aspect had always been locked away as a secret, and your humor lied in her inability to keep up with you.

Whether Wednesday wanted to admit it or not, she had found her challenger. Someone who was undeniably better than her, someone who forced her to work harder to be the one at the top, though she knew secretly she’d always be trapped in second place.

You were better than her, and it annoyed her more than anything in the world. That’s why the discovery of her own attraction toward you scared her—the girl who dared not feel emotion. She blamed it on your well-behaved confidence and that stupid grin you flashed her from day to day. 

A grin she wanted to kiss off, she thought once, and she contemplated throwing herself off the balcony in her dorm room when she allowed that sentence to linger in her mind.

You laughed genuinely, your grin growing wider at the sight of Wednesday stumbling to get up, her face crinkling only so slightly at the pain that coursed through the entirety of her leg.

“You’re unfit.” A huff came from her, head flicking up to meet your gaze, eyes lingering on your standstill grin—your pink-lipped mouth—for a second deemed too long before she lunged forward and pushed you aside.

The force of her thrust caused you to stumble back and fall on a pile of leaves, blowing and coughing out a crisp leaf that found it’s home inside your mouth. At the force of her thrust toward you, Wednesday found herself collapsed once more on the floor, her body not correctly stabilized from her injury.

“So, not only are you clumsy, but you’re also an idiot.” You sat yourself upright, hands laid down on the floor behind your body to stabilize yourself, all the while watching the conflict in Wednesday’s eyes over whether she should shoot back or keep quiet.

She kept quiet, eliciting a small, almost unnoticeable groan that Wednesday herself didn’t catch at first. You heard it, though, your grin finding it’s way back onto your face as you practically jumped up, brushing yourself off with a flick of your wrists to your neutral- colored clothing.

You furrowed your eyebrows to see Wednesday still sprawled on the floor, expecting her to have risen up by now, even if a limp tagged along. “The big, challenging girl who fought off the reincarnation of Joseph Crackstone years ago can’t get up because of a wound on her knee.”

You spoke in disbelief, and Wednesday turned her head over to you with might. “Don’t you ever mock my accomplishments.”

“Well, we can’t even accomplish the task of finishing our botanical sciences project if you don’t take your small ass up and off the floor.” You bit back.

Fumed with rage and annoyance due to her growing short temper, Wednesday lunged up at you with all the strength she had in her body. The next second, you found your hands wrapped around her waist as you held her upright from falling again, the girl collapsing into your embrace with a snake-like hiss emitting from her.

Another groan came from her, not even bothering to hide it this time, too preoccupied with the futile stinging of her wound and the warming position she found herself in with you. “Alright, back on the floor.”

Her back met the homing place that was the floor once more, shooting daggers at your inexistent attempt to lay her down carefully, seeing as you dropped her onto the floor without care. Her hand found it’s way back to her knee, coating the skin in blood once more, and you sighed. “Move your hand.”

“No.”

“Since when did you become so stubborn?” She raised her eyebrows at you. “Actually, that’s a dumb question, but I’m not going to ask you again. Addams,” your tone became firm, seriousness rising up amidst your former face of humor, “move your hand.”

Her teeth clenched, jawline protruding out, and her eyes were in their usual wide state, as if she were thinking, but her mind was blank. You found impatience creeping up on you, not daring to alert your eyes to her dark red, bloodied hand from her gushing wound.

With a twitch of your eye, your hand shot forward and clamped on Wednesday’s wrist, pulling it away from her wound with force, and she let out a small whimper that she immediately tried to cover with a cough. Your eyes darted up at her for only a second, having heard it, before looking back down at her wound, which was open and wide.

“I will take you to the Infirmary, and then come back and collect all we need for our project.” You said your plan out loud, your eyes darting back and forth between Wednesday’s open wound and the pathway from which you and the girl had just come. “I am fine. Besides, you would only get all the wrong things we need, seeing as how foolish you are.”

“Foolish is what you claim me to be, yet you’re the one consistently in second place.” Without warning, you sank an arm under her bent knees and another under her back, picking her up in bridal style, to which her eyes drastically widened. You felt her tense under you, muscles contracting, and you groaned. 

“Oh, relax. Being tense will only cause your wound to bleed more, and before I know it, I’ll be carrying your dead weight.”

“Put me down this instant.” Wednesday fought, trying to wiggle herself out of your grasp as you started to walk back to the school grounds, leaving your grip on her to tighten. “No. And don’t presume that I care about your wellbeing either, because I don’t.”

She huffed, her leg jerking up when a low branch made contact with her wound. “Then why not allow me to continue with you?”

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re past the forest barriers that Nevermore set.” When she turned her head in response to your signal to the right, she noticed the wooden line fences that were more intended to serve as a signal for students to turn around than as a means of keeping them out.

“Throats get slit in this neck of the woods,” you continued, mindlessly drifting your eyes all over the forest in caution of any inhumane species. “I’d rather not have a Jason Voorhees copycat lunatic trying to slaughter us, and I can’t go far because you’re disabled.”

“It’d be your own death’s fault for trying to save me.” Her deadpanning words made you want to drop her and let her find her own way back to the academy, but you just let out an annoyed breath while gripping onto her thighs tighter. “Forgive me for actually having a beating heart, Addams.”

“You’re not forgiven, (Y/L/N).”

Soon enough, you found yourself back in the forest, with Wednesday’s presence long gone. You were kneeling down, collecting dirt into a small jar that you had sprayed with pesticides to clear it of any lingering bugs. You hadn’t noticed how the time flew past, the sun fading into the moon, and you took a moment to enjoy the stars, hands settled on your dirt-covered knees.

A sound rang through the forested area, causing you to snap your head in the direction of the noise. It was muffled, but it sounded too closely like the howls of the werewolves you’ve grown to make friends with, and that was enough for you to shoot up instantly from your kneeling position. With a sharp breath, you looked up at the moon, now taking on the shape of a full moon, and you gagged in growing fear.

You’re fine, right? They get locked in the Lupen cages; there’s no way one of them could’ve escaped theirs. Your mind raced for explanations as you crouched down to pick up all that you'd collected, ranging from dirt to plants, before taking steady steps in the direction of the academy.

You took precautionary halts so as not to make major noise, cringing in fear at the sound of a leaf loudly crunching under your foot, and you could hear the howls once more, closer this time. 

You took another five steps before you could hear the thudding stomps of a figure inching closer to you with every second, and you thanked nothing else but your heightened senses as you dropped all of what you held and booked it. 

You dodged tree logs and branches left and right, hands fumbling with your satchel to tear it off your body to release the weight it was holding, and your body shook at the thudding sounds ringing in your ears, inching closer and closer-

Until you woke up, spread out on the floor, and your hands dug around the surface of the floor to help you realize that you were still in the woods. Your body still shook, this time more violently as you gasped in pain, stings shooting all over your body and causing your muscles to tighten.

“Fuck!” You groaned out, clenching your stomach where it hurt the most to feel a liquid coating your skin of the same texture that dripped your hands with Wednesday’s blood hours earlier. Your eyes drooped, sullenly coming to the firm realization that you were bleeding out with a liquid you could not even view properly, the night still too dark.

You blamed it all on a werewolf not properly being contained, but if that was the case, why didn’t they kill you instead of merely injuring you? The thought of the beast not being a werewolf flooded out of your mind quicker than it came in. You could see the outline of large claw slits scarring the skin of your stomach, and you yelled out the most mind-scarring shriek as you forced yourself up.

You moaned out, “Oh,” in pain as you sat yourself on a log, scanning the dark forest for any signs of life, human or not, to which there were none, and you sighed in relief. You took off your jacket first before peeling the shredded, blood-stained white shirt off your body, leaving you with just your bra and an exposed, large wound.

Your eyes closed in despair, feeling the pain dull ever so slightly in your relaxing state. You bent over, to your body’s anguish, to grab your bag with a small first aid kit tucked into it. All the items within the mini-kit were dunked out on the log space beside you, and you hurriedly grabbed multiple anti-septic wipes and shredded open the packaging before pressing them onto your skin.

Fangs bared, eyes darkening at the severe pain, you dug them into your bottom lip and swished the wipes over your wounds before letting out a loud yell of agony. You threw the wipes to the floor when they were all left coated with a dark red, grabbing the bandage roll, and with all of your muscles tightening at the pressure, wrapping your stomach with the bandage that immediately turned red before sealing it with tape.

The aftermath was almost pleasurable; the pain was still there but lessened due to the lack of blood flowing out of you. Managing to stumble up, you discarded your bag on the floor before taking a step forward, your body hunching over immediately from the inability to stand upright, and you carried on in the form of a hunchback.

What Wednesday least expected on an early Saturday morning, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, was the sound of her doorknob snapping off from the door itself. Her eyes perked up, sensing danger, and she immediately dug under her pillow to grab the knife she stored there, pointing it forward with the sharp tip ready to plunge itself into whoever dared to intrude into her and Enid’s dorm.

She had only been released from the hospital a few hours prior, so it seemed as though her knee pain had subsided, but when she put her foot on the ground, it suddenly returned. She ignored the discomfort and advanced toward the opening door, ready to strike.

“Wed-” You threw the door open, stopping immediately when the tip of her knife bore into your throat, one step away from slicing into your carotid artery. Even in the harsh darkness, Wednesday could see the fear and agony in your eyes, the way you were breathing heavily and clutching your stomach, and the skin that your bloodied jacket had now covered.

In the dim light of her bedside lamp, she could see your black jacket with a huge damp spot covering it, clamped over by bloodied hands. Her eyes met yours, and you gulped. “I didn’t know who else to come to.”

Wordlessly, she stepped to the side, inviting you in, which you limped into, and she closed the door. Her hand met your shoulder, an odd warmth coating your body despite her cold figure, and she aided you to the bathroom, choosing to disregard the blood trail you were leaving behind.

A sigh left your mouth as you collapsed on the closed-lidded toilet, leaning all your weight on the material. Wednesday pulled out a medical kit from under the sink, one much bigger than the one you had previously used, and slammed it on the countertop. “So much for not trying to wake up Enid.”

“Do you want me to help you or not? Beside, if you even took a second glance around the room, you’d notice Enid is not here, but in a Lupen cage in form.” She spoke in hushed whispers, and you shut up immediately, shrinking under her gaze. You were better than her, yes, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get scared of her from time to time.

“Take off your jacket.” She said simply, still prepping rounds of wipes with anti-septic liquids on them for your bloodied wound, as the wipes you used earlier did not have much of an effect considering the size of them. Wearily, you zipped down your jacket, peeling it off of you with a grunt or two before throwing it away at the base of the bathtub. You laid yourself back, eyes burning into the side of Wednesday’s face, anticipating her moves.

After she had finished prepping the wipes, she grabbed a sewing kit from under the counter, and you gulped at the largely-sized needles that she pulled out along with them. “All I really needed was for you to clean it, Addams. I’m a vampire; I can self-heal.”

“This is merely a precautionary measure to not leave putrid-looking scars.” She placed the items needed beside you, removing her own jacket, and you noticed how she was still in what she considered “casualwear”, seemingly not changing out of her clothes before drifting off to sleep. “Odd coming from the person who has left me with multiple scars, and why didn’t you change?”

“What?”

Wednesday turned, giving you a full visual of her in a button-up shirt and vest, black slacks tucked in and still belted; sleeping couldn’t have been comfortable for her with a belt digging into her hip. “You’re still in your clothes.” You pointed it out, and she looked down at her choice of fashion before letting out a small huff and advancing toward you, taking up position to the right of you.

“I awaited your presence. I told you before that I wanted to get a start on the project so I would not have to do much with class dealing with you and your miserable antics of getting items confused. Not only do you show up empty-handed in the dead of night, but you are also scarred through your inability to defend yourself.”

She badmouthed you, all the while untangling her sewing needles with harsh movements, but you only focused on one aspect of her words. “You fell asleep waiting for me?”

At once, Wednesday halted her movements, giving you a dead look before turning around and grabbing the large anti-septic wipes, swiftly pushing them into your wounded stomach. You let out a long, loud gasp, groaning at the pain and taking hold of Wednesday’s wrist, trying to push her arm back but to no avail. “Don’t get cocky.”

Your head flew back in agony, your hand still clasped around her wrist with a bruising grip. “I wasn’t! I was asking!”

Wednesday glided the wipes along your scars, to your dismay, until there were little to no signs of blood yet, all the while mindlessly running her eyes over the scars on your body that she created.

It was the only way she could get her mind off your exposed torso and how your muscles gallantly flexed from the pain, unwillingly showing themselves off to her.

Your eyes were squinting, still a bit sore from the antiseptics, but when you noticed that Wednesday had not made any other moves, you let them go from your iron grip. Your gaze landed on her stance, lost in thought. “What?”

"I'm in the process of comprehending an attempt to stitch you together while you remain seated, while I, on the other hand, am standing." Her eyes glanced all around the bathroom, sighing contently as she tried to determine a possible way to play surgeon in a comfortable manner.

“Well, I’m not lying on the floor. Your bed?” You inquired, and Wednesday shook her head, her mind discarded by that thought. “I would like to go to sleep tonight in a bloodless bed.”

“Um,” you gulped. The first real situation droning through your head was one anybody wouldn’t dare share with Wednesday. It's a good thing you weren’t like anybody else. “Sit on me.”

Her head snapped to meet your eyes, yours innocently boring into hers, and she squinted. “What?”

“Sit on my lap. When I lean back, you’ll be able to stitch me up or... whatever it is that you plan on doing without breaking your spine.”

You could see the conflict in her eyes, and she took it into consideration, to your surprise. With a pinch to the bridge of her nose and a long, elated sigh, as a means of balance, she placed her hands on each of your shoulders before swinging her left leg over your body and sitting down on your firmly closed legs. 

“Tell nobody about this, or more of these scars,” she said, pinching down on a drawn out scar that sat just right under your bra, “will litter your skin.” You gave her a hasty nod, eager to put your mind elsewhere while your sworn enemy found a seat on your lap.

Without a word of warning, she dug the needle into your skin, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud yelp of pain. Your hands flew to her shoulders as a matter of instinct, and you half-expected her to shrug them off, but she prioritized her sewing techniques instead.

The further she got into sewing the deep claw marks, the tighter your hands gripped her shoulders. You’d be surprised if Wednesday woke up bruise-free, as you could almost feel your knuckles turning white.

Wednesday found... amusement? The way your eyes closed at her stinging touch, the way your hands buried themselves into her shoulders, and how your thigh muscles tightened under her ass with every swift movement. She loved seeing you defenseless and submissive to her more than anything, finding profit in the means of mocking you later on if you tried to boast about your betterness.

When she had finally finished her stitching, she found herself still lingering on your lap, her movements awfully slow, even for her, to grab a couple large medical bandages and place them over her work. 

“Stay here.” Her voice was low while she slid off your lap, turning to leave the bathroom before returning a minute later with a baggy jacket in her hands. Your eyebrows furrowed as she laid the fabric on your lap, turning to wash her hands of any remaining blood.

You had a little trouble donning the jacket, which was made of Wednesday's fashion choice's baggy material but looked a little more fitted on you because of your lean frame. Your wounds, formerly the only thing clouding your mind, were long gone. You focused on the seriousness of your enemy’s actions, and the oddly warm jacket filled with her natural scent that was now clinging to your body.

“Why?”

“What?”

“When I came here, I fully expected you to push me away.” You leaned your body up on the toilet, hands running through your disheveled hair, and Wednesday directed her attention toward you. “But you didn’t, for some odd reason, and actually helped me—hell, you even sat on me—when you’ve been nothing but the cause of my terror ever since I’ve arrived at this academy.”

It was all nothing but the truth. Two years have passed since you made your flaunting arrival at Nevermore, head held high with nothing else on your mind other than the determination to be the best student the academy had ever seen, and so you accomplished it. Two years had passed since you crossed paths with the deadly Wednesday Addams, her mind still fresh from her praiseful battle with the former overtaker of Jericho.

Two years passed since you beat Wednesday’s boat in the Poe Cup; the Black Cats determined to win their second trophy in a row, and she swore you as her enemy that day when her eyes laid upon your smirking frame with the golden cup in your hand, sending her a wink of confidence that she mentally fumed at.

Two years had passed since Wednesday Addams made the dreadful discovery that, after all, her black, unbeating heart could feel love but that her taste was awful if she found herself attracted to her enemy. Now she found herself in the middle of her last year at Nevermore, freshly 19, and still rummaging in a cat-dog chase game with you.

Two years had passed since she found herself focused on nothing but her enemy, who was in front of her now, sitting on the toilet seat in her bathroom, all patched up, and looking at her with curiosity. “Are you going to continue to stare at me or answer my question?”

“I’m not required to reply to any of your inquiries.” Swiftly, she made her exit out of the bathroom, leaving you to stumble up on your feet and follow behind her like a lost pup. Your body felt awfully tired, though your mind was wide awake and racing with multiple thoughts at once, overloading and ready to explode any second.

“Add-”

“I’ve patched you up,” She moved to close the door to her closet, and in a rut of refusal to make eye contact with you, solemnly afraid that she’d instantly jump your bones- what? “So you may leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until you’ll answer my ‘inquiry’ on why you were nice, at least in my books, to me. You’re avoiding the question.”

You could see the clench in Wednesday’s jaw as she made her way over to her desk, tidying up the workplace in an attempt to distract herself from the conversation that lingered. “I’m unsure as to what you’re saying.”

“Addams-”

“Leave before I do something I’ll regret, (Y/L/N).” She snapped, finally meeting your gaze with wide eyes, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Since when have you ever regretted something that included me? Did you not tie me to a tree on a full moon and bait me to the werewolves last year?”

Her eyes closed in annoyance. “That’s not what I mean.” And as she rubbed her face, you could almost feel the mixture of stress and uncertainty in her stance, almost as if she were holding back from something.

“Then what do you mean? I’ve known you for two years, and you’ve never failed to reply to me with a full sentence, whether it’s answering my question or barking out a snarky remark. Tell me what’s changed in tha-”

Your eyes were opening and closing rapidly in stress, causing you to not register Wednesday’s frame hurriedly marking toward you until you felt a body collapse into you and a smooth substance on your lips.

Huh?!

Your eyes shot open and wide. To confirm your suspicions, Wednesday’s arms were thrown over your shoulder while her body leaned into yours, and her lips smashed against yours almost desperately.

That’s what she presumed to regret. 

But it was something you longed for, unbeknownst to her, and you made it known when your hands found their way to her cheeks, pulling her in deeper. You could feel her lips tremble slightly in shock, unprepared for you to be pulling her closer instead of pushing her away.

Wednesday’s legs grew a mind of their own, taking steps forward and causing you to step back until the backs of your knees met her bed, and she tore her lips away from you for a breather. You took the separation as an opportunity to sit yourself down on her bed, all while your eyes never left hers in the process, and the smaller girl hurriedly found her former position on your lap.

“The moon is fading. Enid could come back any minute now.” You spoke between kisses, shivering at Wednesday’s cold touch on your warm skin, her hands slithering underneath the jacket you wore to rub up and down your back. “Then she’ll leave again, because she’s not going to enjoy what she’ll see.”

Your body visibly shivered at her words, or maybe it was just her fingers dancing along your spine, but either way, you found yourself completely engulfed in her and just her. The claw marks, the time, the physical confession—all of it was gone from your mind as Wednesday mindlessly pushed herself even farther into you.

She took a push too close, her body pressing up against your wound, causing you to groan and bite down on her bottom lip, fangs bared from the pain. Your lips never separated, instead pushing farther into them at the feeling and taste of Wednesday’s blood filling your mouths from her punctures, only spurring the two of you further.

“Lay down.” You obeyed immediately, finding nothing more hot in the moment than the husk in the smaller girl's voice, and manuevered from under her plushy thighs on top of you to lay comfortably on her bed. You were engulfed in her natural scent once more—the same scent you had grown accustomed to for over two years now, the scent that followed you everywhere you went.

You adored it, just as you adored her behind your hardening gaze most days.

Her eyes were narrowed, and you would have thought she was tired any other day, but you knew her look was one of need and want. Lust, to put it short, and you wanted nothing more than to fulfill her need, even if it meant submitting yourself to her in a situation you'd never thought you’d willingly put yourself in.

Just as she had earlier, she slid off your lap with a lingering touch on your hips. “Stay here.” 

And as quickly as she left, she returned, though this time with an item in her hand, and you knew exactly what it was. Your eyes widened, and your mouth drew open. Already?

“Yes, already.” Did you say that out loud? “You’d find me pathetic if you knew how long I have deferred using this. To use it on you.” Her eyes were filled with a dark, unmanageable lust that swam through her veins, and you could only imagine the scenarios that swarmed through your head. This wasn’t the Wednesday you knew, but it was one you anticipated figuring out.

“But I can’t just use this on you immediately, no.” A smug grin came across her lips—a sight that you, or really anybody else, rarely ever saw, and it was one you wanted to see more of. “No, I have to prep you, don’t I?”

“Prep me?” You asked, genuine curiosity lacing your voice, and her grin grew wider. “I’ll show you.”

Wednesday positioned herself back on your lap, putting the erotic object on her nightstand, within reach for later use, before pulling you into another kiss. It was bruising, and the kiss was ten times more harsh than before, but you would never complain about her being pressed up against you.

While you found yourself entrapped in her lips, her hands slithered down your body and toward your pants, grabbing the buckle of your belt and undoing it at a steady pace. That’s when it dawned on you—she was going to prep you for an object that withheld some... girth.

Your muscles tensed at the thought, and more so at the feeling of Wednesday pulling down your black jeans with ease, discarding your shoes in the process of leaving your bottom half in just your underwear. “Wednesday…”

She was simple. “Relax.” 

On the down low, she knew that this was your first time engaging with somebody sexually, never failing to notice your soft rejections of the girls and guys that tried to woo you on and failed miserably. It was an aspect she enjoyed even more now, and she wanted nothing more than to rub in the faces of all you rejected that they couldn’t get you to agree to a date, but yet she had you writhing underneath her, moaning her name.

Your breathing grew heavier as the seconds went by, hitching when Wednesday moved your underwear to the side with a slow itch of her hands, and you wanted nothing more than to grab her by the head and bury her in your heat. The lack of restraint you were feeling was lethal and ultimately surprising for a girl who rarely ever even masturbated.

“Such a possessing view.” She murmured in a low tone, her eyes dancing all around your core, and your cheeks flushed at her staring. Her eyes locked with yours, her mind racing at the sight of your eyes narrowed and staring down at her with silent pleads, and those pleads she fulfilled when her tongue darted out to take a swipe at your folds.

You whimpered in a tone around an octave higher than your usual voice, and your eyes widened at the sound that unwillingly left your mouth. It seemed to spur Wednesday on, allowing her to dart her tongue out once more and flick it over your clit, the nub that she wanted nothing more than to swell up with her mouth.

You let out another whimper—louder and needier this time around. “And sensitive. I can put that to use.” She dove her head farther into your heat, her lips wrapping around your clit and taking a harsh suck at the nub. Your thighs shut around her head, eyes never leaving one another, while she feverishly sucked your clit, needing to hear more of the high-pitched whines that left your mouth.

She pulled away soon after, to your dismay that you showed through your pleading whines, to allow a bead of spit to drip out of her mouth and onto your entrance, before taking her finger and rubbing her spit around the area. Your hips instinctively bucked up at the sensation, feeling yourself clench around nothing, and it made Wednesday want to elicit a laugh.

“The way I’m touching you now is a major privilege alone.” Her finger sank into your entrance, and she bit down lightly at the plushness of your thighs when she felt your velvety walls tighten around her. “I adore watching you like this underneath me; you make me want to fuck you braindead.”

She sank her finger into you until her knuckle bared against your heat, curling the bony stature inside of you and eliciting a light moan out of you. You already found yourself on edge from her husky words alone, and the curl of her finger inside of you didn’t help you from almost cumming embarrassingly fast.

“Already close? What a shame; I wanted to have fun toying with you.” Her mouth against her core made you moan from the vibrations, hands flying to grip her head menacingly and push her farther into you, almost crying out for the whole hall to hear when she slipped a second finger into you.

Her fingers picked up pace, thrusting in and out of you with force while the squelching sounds of your slick covering your walls made Wednesday feel a pit of need start to boil in her stomach, one that she desired to fulfill.

The two-on-two action on your core made you clench impossibly tight on Wednesday’s fingers, the ravenhead finding difficulty in her repeated movements. “Want to cum, yeah?”

You nodded profusely, your face growing red from your need for release and the way she released her lips from your clit with a pop. A small grin formed on her face when she pulled out of you, relishing in your whines of despair.

Eyes closed, heavy breathing—you were too blissed out, despite not achieving an orgasm from her underlying teasing, to notice Wednesday sliding off you, strapping the former item in her hand to her core. Her eyes never left your face as she strapped the item on, feeling more than fired up to make you scratch down her back with pitiful whines leaving your mouth.

And so, that’s what she achieved, eyes closing from the burning pains of your nails digging deep into her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Her own mind felt foggy watching the way her silicone became drenched in your arousal, the strap pumping in and out of you with ease, and the way you moaned straight into her ear—god, she regretted never taking your submissive state for profit more early.

Your thighs clenched around her hips when she bottomed into you, settled on her knees, and bent over slightly to curl the strap inside of you, hitting an unfamiliar spongy spot that had you sinfully whining with a hand clenched on Wednesday’s head. “If the entirety of humanity could merely glimpse you in your current state, they would swiftly recognize your rare moment of submissiveness,” her lips dove down, meeting your ear, “all submissive just for me.”

Her movements grew hard, her hands gripping your skin with a bruising force while her hips drove into you with no relent, finding a need for her own release. The so-called “devil” found herself groaning heavy breaths into your ear, all the while slipping a soft moan or two in that she couldn’t hold. The feeling of you finally beneath her, pleading and scratching at her for release, felt ethereal; all of her senses were on cloud nine, and it ignited a burrowed-down spark.

One of Wednesday’s hands removed from your skin, leaving behind darkened marks that would worsen with time to connect with your cheek, the slap making you roll your eyes back at how dirty it felt. “No connected nerves, and I can still feel you pulsating on me; you’re driving me crazy with it.” 

Your moans were muffled at the feeling of the ravenhead’s fingers shoving deep into your mouth, bypassing your uvula, causing a gag to ensue. Your lips wrapped around the digits, absentmindedly biting on them when the pit in your stomach started to burn like wildfire, making you tighten around the raven’s strap and force her to slow her movements, though still managing a speedy pace. 

“Don’t cum.”

The words you wished never left her mouth made you whine around her fingers; your body was too sensitive from your lack of sexual activity and masturbation over the years, making it almost impossible to fight your orgasm off. Her fingers briefly exited your mouth, only to slap your cheek once more before returning to their original location. “Just for a bit.”

The hold-off was tortuous; the muscles in your body tightened incredulously while your mouth pathetically sucked on Wednesday’s fingers in a pathetic attempt to tear your mind away from your orgasm. It didn’t work. 

The overloading, burning sensation in your stomach was almost uncomfortable; the fire burned longer than it intended to while you made putrid eye contact with the roof, Wednesday’s head snug to the side of yours while she drew herself closer to her own orgasm. The words that made  you sigh in relief, your body shaking after seconds of torture, finally came past the girl’s lips, and you adored them.

“Cum for me, la mia dolce metà.”

You obeyed immediately, allowing your muscles to untighten, and Wednesday’s fingers left your mouth, allowing you to spew out a large moan that, without a doubt, woke the entire hall up. Your hands dug into her shoulders, feeling her shudder over you from her own orgasm, though the only thing that left her mouth was heavy pants.

Alas, she pulled out of you after seconds of relishing in one another’s embrace, making you feel empty compared to just minutes ago. The tip of Wednesday’s cock directed to your swollen clit from her previous oral actions, pushing down with enough pressure to make your toes curl and a breathy sigh leave your mouth.

Wednesday had pulled herself up by now, and it was only then that you noticed the girl taking a mental screenshot of your body, more specifically your core and the way your cum leaked out of you at a snail's pace. She licked her lips at the sight, her eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you gulped.

“La mia dolce metà,” she whispered, hands running down your body and to your hips, “I’m not done with you just yet.” The edges of her lips tugged ever so slightly when she dipped her head down to meet your core, leaving you to moan with delight as your hand found it’s way back to her hair.

[doestalker]

i'm writing about having a threesome with vampire!sunghoon and werewolf!jake, but their supernatural rivalry keeps them competing with each other during sex.

"you're not even eating her out properly, you filthy dog, it's like you haven't eaten in days," criticizes sunghoon as jake keeps eating you out, so wet and so sloppy. his tongue laps on your cunt like a dog drinking water, focusing on your clit and flicking it with a hum, ignoring the vampire's words.

[shipmansflannels]

full moon

i'm finally going to put this idea out there!

this is a completely random plot, mostly because I have an absurd fascination with the idea of ​​shauna as a werewolf, and given the "rivalry" and the parallels she's been having with nat this season, i thought about doing something like the rivalry between two of the best species of supernatural beings in history.

this is very edward vs jacob-esque, so i think it's safe to say that i was also inspired by eclipse and the rivalry between the two of them (but with two hot women, which makes it a little better.)

i still don't know when i'll update this or how big this whole series will be. it's my first when it comes to imagines, so please be patient (it takes a while to translate everything and thinking of something really coherent with the supernatural also takes a long time.)

the imagines will be back soon, i'll be posting some as the whole series progresses. i hope you like it.

here's the summary!

enjoy!

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F U L L M O O N | werewolf!shauna x vampire!natalie x fem!reader

PROMPT: Your senior year seemed promising. Even in Viskayok, a town invisible on the map of New Jersey, full of rumors, stories, legends and mysteries. This was definitely going to be your year.

Until your paths cross with those of a rebellious vampire and a troubled werewolf, in the midst of a bloody and cruel war that is taking innocent victims around the town. In the end, you can only choose one side; your choice, however, can change everything, including your final destiny.

COMING SOON...