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HELLOOOO DARLING I'M HERE TO SUPPLY WITH REQUEST What if Camilla Lockridge x Teacher Reader? 👁️👁️

A date night out from the mess of the academy they're a part of? 👀👀

Accepted, darling~

Concept: Your fellow teacher Camilla invites you on a date to her home for a nice homecooked dinner, it's exam time and she thinks you deserve a break. Established relationship I think?

OC: Camilla Lockridge (976yo) vampire that teaches at the Duskfall vampire academy, her subject is Arcane Ethics. She stands at 6'4, is chubby, curvaceous, and elegant.

Without further ado... my vampiric teacher OC Camilla Lockridge x Human!Teacher!Reader

Art made by @adri-chambers <3

After a delicate sip of a metallic-scented red liquid, purple eyes focused on your tense form. You were stressed, that was clear, and it was due to the sudden mass workloads that were being dumped on all the vampire academy's staff.

It was exam time and as one would guess, it was no easy feat to cover for teachers and students alike.

You being invited out for drinks with the vampire teacher wasn't far from normal, in fact it was very much like her to invite you out when she noticed you were uneasy. Time with her and her naturally kind nature would bring you back down to earth again, allowing you to unwind.

It was no different now.

"So, how are you liking your food, my dear?"

Although she was a vampire and had an altered sense of taste and consumption, Camilla still knew just what and how to cook, even a near millennia after being turned. She did this specifically for humans such as yourself, and the other humans that she kept the company of.

Your eyes moved up from the partly devoured food on the plate to the tall woman before you. You smiled.

"Delicious as always, Camilla."

Her own smile stretched across her face, red lipstick as vibrant as her dress following her lips.

"Just for you, love."

It was one of your favorite meals, and given her ever-loving nature, she was determined to prepare food that you would enjoy. It was a date she fashioned just for you and your enjoyment after all.

"You do so much for me." You started, and before you could apologize for causing her any trouble, she gently shushed you. She knew what you were going to say, but she assured that it was no problem. Instead, you would reword your sentiment to a "Thank you for everything."

"No need to worry about it. It's a pleasure." She said, her silky elegant voice music to your ears. "You're my favorite company, [Y/N]. Dinner is the least I could do."

Camilla was always so kind, so polite, and she was just so loving towards you. It warmed your heart every time; it would do the same to her own unbeating heart to know that she would make you happy.

You took a sip of your own drink and sighed with relief. Her company, her food, the welcoming environment of her home all had you unwinding to the fullest extent that you could. Total relaxation.

"You're too good t' me, Carmilla." You said in a soft groan, easing your aching back into the soft, comfortable chair. Your half-lidded tired eyes gazing at her from across the table. "Can I repay you somehow?"

She stood up from her seat, and her tall form towered over your sitting one. She was beside you in an instant, leaned over at your side and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"How about once exams are done, you and I go for another date?"

An eager "yes" would leave you all too quickly.

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YOU HAVE GIVEN ME POWER, but ballroom dance with Cameron x reader 👀

Revel in your newfound power, my friend! As a ballroom dance with Lord Cameron is coming right up!

Art by Catmum

It was an active evening in the house of Reid. It wasn't unlike the owner of the house to open up his vast, extravagant home to others- but rarely was it ever in the case of hosting a party. This was because it was the wish of one of his beloved children to have this celebration for their birthday, and ever the doting father, Cameron complied.

His many servants roamed the halls, carrying trays of fresh food, keeping the house clean, tending to the guests or some simply patrolling the house to ensure that no one got up to any funny business while this night of merriment carried on.

Fanciful clothes swayed to the music played by the band, slow flows that accompanied the lovely ballad that filled the air. Elegant tunes that further highlighted the grand atmosphere of the evening.

Even amidst all the communication and the activity that surrounded the main floor of the home, there remained a wallflower, which was Lord Cameron Reid himself.

He hated to admit that he was staring yet here he was, unable to remove his violet eyes from your form. You were stunning in your fancy attire, hair styled neatly, looking wonderfully remarkable in every sense of the word. He feared taking a moment to glance away from you, as though you would disappear into the crowd if he did.

It had been ages since he last felt romantic but somehow just looking at you was ticking the boxes.

He couldn't just stand by the whole evening, especially when he saw others chat with you- he worried that they might sweep you off your feet before he even had a chance.

Then, you looked his way. Your eyes met and he swore that he felt his heart do a flip when you sent him a polite smile. You really were so attractive and your warm expression further captured his heart.

Cameron knew that if he wanted to take the chance to enjoy this evening, he had to find the courage to approach you. Sharp vampiric fangs grazed the inside of his bottom lip, biting enough to induce pressure but not enough to draw blood.

This lasted only a moment before he breathed in deep and took that first step. He was approaching you at last, his tall figure towered over yours as he grew closer. He would lean down though and outstretch his hand to you, inviting you to take it.

Finally, the regal and albeit slightly embarrassed elder vampire asked "Would you care to dance?"

Still holding your earlier smile, you took his hand, callous to the touch. The grin on your face was less of a kind gesture now and more genuine. The hand- regardless of its rough touch- was so gentle with how it held yours.

He had little reason to care for a stranger, yet here he was. He found you in his good graces and in his interest.

The music would continue as he lead the dance, a simple waltz. The chords struck just right to every taken step taken by your neat shoes, a lovely theme that played together in synchronized harmony.

It was hard not to find joy in this moment. The light in each other's eyes, the shine off of each other's hair, and that smile on Cameron's face was a new sight. His fangs didn't peek from between his teeth, but his smile had still shone through his thick facial hair. It was enamoring to bear witness to.

Everyone that laid eyes on Cameron usually saw the same stoic expression, or if not that then they'd see a flicker of things such as annoyance or amusement or otherwise- but this? This was pure joy.

He was allowing himself to get caught up in the moment and enjoy himself. One of his hands holding yours, the other on your side, enjoying your company- your very presence was so comfortable.

"You're very lovely." Finally, Cameron broke the silence. "From the moment you walked in, you had me captivated."

"Oh?" You asked with a laugh of flattery. "I just wanted to look my best for the occasion."

"You've succeeded, I'll say."

Step by step the slow dance continued, the melody accompanying every move made.

"I want to introduce myself to you formally, I'm Cameron Reid."

"[Y/N] [L/N]. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reid."

"Cameron will do just fine, no need for formalities."

The dance grew more bold, evolving from just a waltz to something with a bit more pizzazz to it. You did a small spin while still holding to Cameron's hand then returned to his embrace, where the two of you circled each other on the dance floor- it was practically akin to a dance of courtship, one that so natural and ethereal in the moment that one could get lost in it.

Though there wasn't much talking, there was chemistry that filled the atmosphere. An undeniable bond that began to strew you two together like the fates had intended to happen all along.

Slowly, the dance came to a halt, with the two of you locking eyes once again. There was pure elation on your faces, joy in the air... and just one question.

Cameron asking "Would you care to go again?"

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when u create too many ocs and dont have the time to develop them all equally and ur brain just wants u to focus on one or two at a time but u keep making more and more and u feel like ur abandoning the ones u havent done anything with for a while

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Welcome to my blog~

My name is Alistair. (Any pronouns are fine but prefers he/him.)

My muse here may fluctuate as this blog is driven by passion and interest. This is a blog dedicated to writing my various OCs with readers that are interested in them, whether it's romantically, platonically or otherwise. Here's the long list of OCs to choose from.

What I WILL Write: Genres: - Fluff - Angst / Drama - Smut / Erotica - Hurt / Comfort

Character Specific Topics: - Character x Reader - Character & Reader (it's like an "x reader" but without romance or sex) - Male, female, trans, gender-neutral, etc reader (just specify when requesting or I will default to gender-neutral) - Monster AUs (vampires, sirens, werewolves, golems, etc) - Yandere (will have a CW for those that wish to avoid that content)

Writing Topics: - LGBTQIA+ - Polyamory - Pregnancy - Weddings/Proposals - SFW and NSFW - Heavy/Deep topics including but not limited to dark thoughts, s*lf-h*rm, s**cide/s**cidal thoughts, trauma, recovery, grief/loss, death, etc. (All will have a CW for those that wish to avoid that content)

What I WON'T Write (SFW): Honestly the top three should go without saying. - P*dophilia - B*stiality - Inc*st - Cheating - Miscarriages

DNI If: Racist, transphobic, homophobic, a minor, MAP/NOMAP, fetishizer

Things to Keep In Mind: - I am allowed to deny any request. I am not obliged to answer or write if it's something that just doesn't sit right with me, even if the request follows all the rules.

Now that all of that's out of the way, if any of this strikes your fancy you're free to take a seat and stick around for as long as you'd like! It's a pleasure to have you here.

-Yours truly, Alistair. (NSFW/NSFT under the cut!)

What I WILL Write (Smut Bonus!): - Edgeplay, however there will be no serious, permanent or heavy inflictions. (Burns, deep cuts/stab wounds, etc) - Dom/Sub scenarios and dynamics - Most kinks that might involve monsters or something of the sort. (Oviposition, knotting, tentacles, A/B/O, etc. You name it, I might be able to do it.) - Most kinks in general

What I WON'T Write (NSFW): - Everything in the SFW listing. - Bathroom kinks/kinks that involve bodily fluid outside of cum (piss, scat, vomit, spitting, heavy blood, etc) - Fat fetish (fat appreciation is okay) - Minor characters/readers. Obviously. Anything that needs to be changed or added will be done post-haste.

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Characters: Jun Ishikawa (@adri-chambers's BSD OC) x GN!Reader

Contains: Venom, aphrodisiacs, biting, teasing, sub!reader

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Writing under the cut

All characters are 21+

MINORS DNI

You were enduring such endless torment at the hand (and mouth) of your lover. His callous palms caressed the underside of your thighs, starting from just above the back of the knee and sliding up until reaching the plush expanse of your leg. Your body was soon to squirm, as Jun's hand gave your thigh a firm squeeze.

That was even ignoring the oral fixation he had on your opposite leg, hickies being left in the wake of his mouth all along your inner thigh. Some small punctures were left behind from his enlarged canines, the tiny pinprick wounds pulsating with his venom- which luckily for you doubled as an aphrodisiac. The sensation only heightened the ecstasy you felt, and the dirty desires that stirred deep in your stomach.

"Call me selfish," Jun spoke after releasing you from his jaws' hold once again, "but I don't want anyone else to see you this way."

His voice was heavy, spoken between deep breaths and laced thickly with longing. He was eager for more, eager for you.

He could only tolerate your scent for so long, paired with your movements and delectable little noises of need and want.

"You're mine... you always will be."

His mouth returned to your skin, kissing underneath your bellybutton area but just slightly above your pelvic region. This time his actions were slower, his lips were taunting you- urging you to arch and roll your hips. You were aching for more of him and you had hoped that with these subtle physical notions that he'd get the hint.

Oh, he understood your actions loud and clear. But he wouldn't deliver just yet, he wasn't done playing with his prey.

In slow, methodical strokes, his tongue swiped along your lower stomach. The appendage lapped at the tender skin, only inching lower as time progressed. Warm, wet heat followed the wake of his mouth, being left to cool shortly after to the open air.

You grew impatient, beginning to whine and beg for him. He was at this for ages, how long was he going to take?

With his venom pumping through your veins, you didn't know how long you could last without his attention on your groin- right where you needed it most. It was such an intense, aching craving that burned right under your skin and it was itching to come out. Anything for a little relief.

Once more, your hips moved, they rolled and arched up into Jun's face. An action that earned your hips getting pinned down to the bed, as well as Jun clicking his teeth at your ongoing attempts.

"Nooo, no. I'm in charge here, we follow what I say. So if I want to keep this going until tears are flowing down your lovely face, we'll do just that."