#countess elizabeth johnson x reader

[fear-is-truth]

WARNINGS: mdni﹒fem!reader﹒bloodplay ִֶָ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐ A/N: for @acrosstheunivcrse bc i agree. we need more fics about the countess

THE COUNTESS stands before you, a terrifying yet breathtaking sight—long platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, covering her nude body like a veil. blood-red lips contrast sharply against pale, almost luminescent white skin, a living portrait of perfection. she resembles a marble statue, too flawless to be real, but nothing about her is soft. her eyes, piercing and cold, lock onto yours with a fury that makes your blood turn to ice. your lover always had this way of making you feel insignificant and powerless under her gaze, her beauty.

“you let him touch you,” elizabeth breathes, lips barely moves as she speaks. her velvety voice is sweet like honey laced with venom, the deceptively calm tone holds a promise of pain. “you didn’t stop him.” anger emanates from her like a stench—she’s already slit the throat of the man foolish enough to try and seduce you, but clearly that wasn’t enough. you still have a price to pay.

eyes narrowing in naked contempt, her gloved hand moves up toward your throat—deadly metal-clad claws gleaming in the low light, glinting gold with menace. with one swift movement, she pushes you back onto the bed, her body following yours with predatory grace akin to a jaguar, straddling you effortlessly. she tilts her head slightly, platinum waves falling to one side and revealing her voluptuous breasts.

“i think it’s time you remembered who you belong to.”

her claws hover just above your collarbone, the sharp edges grazing your skin, teasing in a fashion reminiscent of cats toying with a doomed little mouse. slowly, elizabeth presses down, the first cut shallow but enough to draw blood. the pain is immediate and sharp, but it’s the way she does it—cold yet strangely erotic—that sends a thrill of both fear and arousal through your body.

with steady hands, she carves the letters into your skin—k… i… t… t… a concentrated smirk tugging on her lips as she draws the word out in jagged strokes. “kitten,” almost purring the word as she watches the blood rise to the surface, painting the letters crimson. swiftly, her mouth descends to your neck, lips grazing on the fresh wound, tongue sliding along the cut as she savours the blood that seeped from the letters. she drinks deeply as you gasp and writhe beneath her.

when she pulls away, her chin is stained with crimson, and you stare at each other for a moment before she smashes her lips against yours. the kiss is fierce, angry, and possessive—her tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste the sweet, metallic tang of your own blood. holding you in place as she devoured you in animalistic hunger.

when she finally pulls back, her fingers trace the fresh wound below your collarbone, her expression softening just a fraction as she examines her handiwork. “now you won’t forget,” her thumb brushes lovingly over the letters again, the fresh sting making you flinch. “you’re mine, kitten.”

[smt-obsessed]

The Countess

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💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

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ONE-SHOTS

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SERIES

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✰Masterlist✰

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[catoslvt]

James Patrick March x Reader

You were a massive celebrity in James' time. You mainly starred in horrors, which is why he loves you so much.

Elizabeth's (the countess') big sister.

James and the countess were never together. They were only bestfriends because James spoke to her to try get close to you.

Moves extremely quickly. Tw murders etc.

"Well, trust me, I have so many clothes I've saved for you!" She yells.

I stand infront of the receptionist with a smile.

"What can I do for you?" The short stubby woman with glasses who looks no older than my own mom looked before she passed asks, and I smile at her.

"I have a room booked actually, under the name Y/n Johnson." I say with a smile, and she gasps.

"You're Elizabeth's sister? I thought.. I thought you died years ago." The woman gasps and I shake my head.

"It's easy to fake a death, and then years later bring forward a new 'identity' as someone who looks identical to your former self." I tell her with a chuckle, and she nods before she turns around and picks up a key from the wall behind her and carefully gives me it.

"Would you like me to tell Elizabeth that you're here?" She then quizzes, and I nod.

"Tell her to come to my room." I say with a smile before I walk off towards the elevator, not needing to bother with any luggage, because I don't need it, Elizabeth told me she was plenty of clothes I can borrow.

I don't even need to unlock the door of my room, as it's already cracked open slightly, and as I push open the door, I see Elizabeth sitting on the bed, facing the door with a man I can only assume is either James her bestfriend or one of her many boyfriends.

"Bit overpacked, don't you think?" Elizabeth coos and I just laugh.

"Elizabeth, it's been so long." I say as I go to take a step closer to her, but the man quickly bounces off of the bed and stands in front of me, holding his hand out for me to grab.

"Y/n, I love your work. I'm James." He says, and I grab his hand to shake it, being slightly attracted to his old New York accent, and I smile, remembering when I used to have one of those, but instead of shaking my hand, he raises it up to his lips leaving a small kiss on it as he continues to stare at me and I feel myself flushing a slight shade of red and Elizabeth stands up, quickly swatting him away.

"James! What did I say!" She exclaims as she pulls me into a hug.

"I wish I never let you leave." She says and I laugh as I hug back.

"Don't worry, you've got me forever now." I tell her, and she pulls away from the hug, her hands remaining on my shoulders though.

"What does that mean?" She asks with a small laugh, but her face looks extremely concerned.

"I'm putting acting behind me, I mean, I've been doing it for much longer than any actor ever, I had to stop eventually." I tell her and her face drops.

"You can't kill yourself!" She yells, and I stare at her. It wouldn't change anything if I did, I mean I'd turn into a ghost, I'd just have less freedom.

"No, I'm just staying here now, starting my eternal peace." I say with a small laugh and her face quickly relaxes.

"I'm glad you picked here to start it." She tells me and I nod.

"Where else would I have picked?" I softly say, and she smiles again before hugging me.

"So, where's your boyfriend? I have to meet him." I ask with a small nudge and her face turns into a small smirk.

"There's more than one at the moment." She says with an evil grin and I gasp.

"I can't even get one boyfriend. You're over here more than one!" I yell and she smiles.

"Will you be joining us at the fashion show tonight y/n? I haven't got a date yet." James asks from beside us and I shrug.

"I didn't exactly bring anything to wear." I tell him with a small laugh and Elizabeth gasps.

I sit on a chair in front of Elizabeth as she does my makeup, taking time to makesure its perfect, the fashionshow isn't for hours, but Elizabeth and I have a history of getting over dressed far too early.

"Do you like your dress? I waited decades to give you it, literally." She says with a small laugh as she blends out the eyeshadow on my eyelids, and she pulls away for a quick moment to allow me to look at the dress.

It's a beautiful, deep, shimmery red, it's not too long and it's not too short, Elizabeth is doing some red makeup to match it too, it's going to be perfect for the fashion show.

"I love it, thank you." I say with a smile before she moves closer with the makeup brush, and I close my eyes.

"Y/n, I'm assuming you're my date tonight. You didn't protest against me." James says from Elizabeth's bed across the room, and I go to open my eyes to look at him but I remember Elizabeth is doing my eyeshadow so I quickly stop myself.

"Yeah, sure." I state with a small smile.

"I suppose I should go get ready then." He says, and I can hear Elizabeth's bed rustle.

"No, James, don't leave. Y/n and I can help you pick out an outfit." Elizabeth calls and I hear him let out a small chuckle.

"Is that so?" He asks, and I can just feel the smirk radiating off of him, and I find myself smiling at his voice again. It's extremely attractive, and I miss when every man around me had one.

Only a few minutes later, I feel Elizabeth remove the brush from my eyes and clap her hands.

"That's you done." She says, and I open my eyes and smile at her before turning to the mirror across from us and gasping.

"I look beautiful Elizabeth thank you." I say with a massive smile spread across my face as I stand up and walk towards her bed, taking a seat next to James, who pulls a pocket watch out of his blazer pocket and stares at it confused.

"It seems we have less time than we thought." He tells us as he shows me his pocket watch and my eyes widen in shock, the fashion show starts in forty minutes.

"How long do we have?" Elizabeth asks as a man walks into the room.

"That's Donovan." James whispers to me and I nod.

"You've got forty minutes babe, you better hurry." He says before he turns to stare at James and I, and James quickly stands up from the bed and turns to me.

"Y/n, will you help me get ready seeing as Elizabeth can't?" He asks, and I stand up and nod, following him down to his room. That's dimly lit by a single lamp.

"Well, what colour of suit should I wear?" He asks as he stares at me.

"Black suit with a red tie, you know, so it matches my dress." I answer, and his eyes light up as he nods, before he motions over to his wardrobe.

"You can pick, my dear." He states, and I slowly walk over to his wardrobe, admiring the amount of blazers and ties he has.

I pick out a simple black suit and a red tie that's the same colour as my dress and I hand them to him and he smirks.

"You have a good eye for fashion." He compliments, and I nod with a small smile before clears his throat.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to change." He slowly says before he walks off to his bathroom, closing the door behind him, only seconds before a ginger older woman walks in, and let's out a small 'Oh!' When she sees me.

"Who are you? Does Mr March know you're here?" She gasps, rather loudly, and James steps out of the bathroom fully clothed in his suit as he approaches me, standing behind me and placing his arms on my shoulders.

"Mrs Evers, this is y/n. She's my date for the fashion show tonight." James explains, and Mrs Evers just nods.

"You both look wonderful." I hear her say as I watch as her face changes into a more jealous look, you know, being an actor for almost a century is good because you can tell people's emotions really easily.

"Oh, well, you two should get going now then. There's a large queue to get seats." She tells us, and James just tightens his grip on my shoulders as he guides me out of the room, where he then walks beside me and links his arm with mine, and I look up at him to see him already staring down at me with a large smirk on his face.

"So, who are you?" Elizabeth's boyfriend Donovan asks, and I stare at Elizabeth with a smile.

"Elizabeth's big sister." I say as I motion at her and Donovan quickly gasps as he stares at Elizabeth.

"You didn't tell me you had a sister!" He yells and she nods.

"I thought you knew." She argues before the lights turn off all around us, and the only lights now only face the runway when the first model walks down the runway and James scoffs at her.

"I would much rather watch you walk down the runway." He whispers in my ear, and I turn bright red and smile at him.

"Is that true?" I coo as I turn my head to face him, now realising our faces are only inches from each other. James lets out a quiet chuckle as his gaze swaps between my eyes and my lips.

"As true as it could be." He whispers, and I just raise my eyebrows at him before turning back to the runway, watching all of the models.

After Tristans whole episode, the rest of the fashion show gets cancelled, so Elizabeth, James, Donovan, and I make our way to the bar and I can't help but gasp at how beautiful the hotel actually is, now that I'm paying attention to it.

"Is this still the original model of the hotel?" I ask James as we all sit in a booth together, Elizabeth and Donovan, on one side whilst James and I sit on the other side.

"Indeed it is, do you like it?" He asks and I nod my head as I stare around.

"It's beautiful." I tell him, and he smiles proudly.

"Hey, beautiful." A gruff man says to someone at the table, and we all look up at him only to see his eyes burning through me.

"Hi?" I say confused.

"How about you ditch your friends and come with me? I can give you a much better time than this." He coos, and I scrunch my nose up, slightly revolted.

"No thanks, I have a date." I tell him with a smile as James wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Cmon? That's your date, you can do much better." He man scoffs and Elizabeth lets out a small laugh as James clears his throat.

"Can we have a talk in the bathroom, you know. Man to man?" James asks, and the man shrugs, so I slide out the booth, allowing James to exit.

"I'll be back in a moment, dear." He says with a smile before he walks off, the man following him.

James, in fact, was not back in a moment. It's been almost half an hour, and I begin to tap my fingers against the table, getting slightly impatient.

"Where is he?" I ask Elizabeth, and she just shrugs.

"I'll go check for you." Donovan says as he climbs over Elizabeth and begins walking in the direction of the male bathrooms, and Elizabeth lets out a small laugh as she points over at the glasses at the bar.

"Is that colour familiar?" She asks because the glasses aren't clear, and I just shrug, can a colour be familiar?

"The glasses are the colour of your eyes, James got them specially made because he loved your movies so much." Elizabeth tells me as a smirk grows on her face.

"Really?" I gasp, and she nods with a smile before Donovan climbs back over Elizabeth in the booth.

"He wasn't in the bathroom." Donovan tells me and I think for a moment.

Maybe he went back to his room for something?

"I'm gonna go check his room if that's okay." I say, standing up and excusing myself as I walk down towards James' room.

As I reach the door to his room, it's already open a crack, so I push it open and gasp as I see James stabbing something into the man's neck, blood spraying everywhere.

"James!" I gasp, and he quickly looks up at me with gleaming eyes, and I can't help but smile as blood sprays all over him, splattering him and his white shirt with the most beautiful red that I'm all too familiar with, and as the blood from the man continues to spray, the hunger takes off and I quickly run to James' bed, straddling the man as I begin to drink from his neck.

"I didn't like the way he was talking to you." He grumbles from beside me, and once I'm done feeding, I look up at him, the man's blood dripping from both of us.

"He was treating you like an object." He continues as he goes to put his blazer back on, but quickly discards it on the blood-stained bedsheets.

I say nothing, but smile.

"But I suppose we both got something out of it right?" He asks with a small chuckle and I just nod.

"Nobody has ever killed for me before. Normally, I do all the killing." I tell him whilst I stare at him, and he smiles.

"That all stops here, dear." He says with a genuine smile, and I grab him by the collar and smash my lips onto his.

[missnationalsweetheart]

The Countess Being Abusive

Pairings: The Countess x Fem!Reader

Part 3

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Your hands had found the leather that had previously covered your body. Oh, how good it felt against your hot skin. It was cool, smooth, gave the perfect comfort when needed. Especially now.

"Baby, you must be hot. I'm so sorry." Elizaberh had become more caring then she ever had. And she was normally very very caring. She had begun to slightly adjust the silk covers that covered you, to give you more exposure to the cold air, "I'm still hot..."you had managed to squeeze out; your throat still being tightly sealed from the blunt force before.

You pulled the leather, your leather jacket, up to your face, laying it over your swollen eye. "I love you I love you. I'll get you an icepack." She had swiftly made her way from out of your shared bed, coming back very quickly. An ice pack wrapped in a silk cloth in her hand, as she made her way beside you once more.

"Here we are." Elizabeth had wrapped her arms around you again, letting your body sink into her loving one. She had lightly placed the cold ice pack over your eye, giving you small kisses anywhere her lips could reach. "I love you, Y/N." Her arms wrapped together around you. Sending you into a deep, calm, uninterrupted, dream filled slumber once more.

Your small, skinny, beautiful body was wrapped in silks. The most beautiful, most expensive silks you have ever seen. Your body had been adorned with huge jewels. The biggest you've ever seen. And you were with Elizabeth Johnson. "I'm so nervous, what if I say something wrong or I stutter?" You had been nervous the entire day, but who could blame you? You were getting married; to Elizabeth Johnson. "You won't, my love." A precious smile graced her plump lips, accentuating her beautiful features. "I love you." You said jn a breathy tone.

"I love you more."

[novoaa1writes]

masterlist

this is my masterlist, which will be updated periodically as i write more. please heed the warnings before reading. all readers are written as mixed race and female unless specifically indicated otherwise. 

⚹ = fluff

𝜏 = angst

■ = dark fic

∃ = explicit (18+)

⚲  = non-binary reader / reader’s gender not specified

lucifer

mazikeen x reader

“hey. wanna bang?”

6:41 on a thursday morning ⚹ ⚲

criminal minds

jemily & reader

comeback kid

shameless (u.s.)

mandy milkovich x reader

“f**k you.” ⚲

american horror story

the countess x reader

twisted love ∃

ramona royale x reader

jealousy ∃

marie laveau x reader

sugar fixes everything (... hopefully)

dc

barbara kean x tabitha galavan x reader

sirens’ den ■ ∃

harley quinn x reader

control ■ ∃

happy accidents ⚹ ∃

harley quinn x poison ivy x reader

peaches ■ ∃

house-training ■ ∃

marvel

michelle jones x reader

protector ⚹ ⚲

daisy johnson x reader

honest ⚹ ⚲

peggy carter x reader

heaven ■ ∃ ⚲

queen ramonda x reader

worthy ⚹ ⚲

queen’s orders ⚹ 𝜏

(half) anniversary ⚹ ⚲

wanda maximoff x reader

candles ⚹ 𝜏 ■ ∃

natasha romanoff & reader

find you again (series)

“black widow jr.” | child’s play | the cost of building bridges | rebooted | ARZAMASSKAIA | the best laid plans... | demonology

natasha romanoff x reader

bruised knees ∃

build-a-pet (series) ■ ⚲

day 0 | come, sit, stay

yelena belova x reader

everything ⚹  ⚲

havana ⚹ ∃

“always.” ⚹ ∃

valentine’s ⚹ ⚲

yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader

no one believes me ■ ∃

young, innocent things ■ ∃ ⚲

wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader

the itch ■ ∃

ours ■

[divinerulerluvr]

Give In To Me

DAY 1 OF 1k CELEBRATION

Angry at Elizabeth, you go to confront her only to be seduced.

The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson) x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Smut, angst, murder mentions, arguments, slight mind-control themes, thigh riding, Elizabeth uses the strap on reader, reader calls her mommy once, it's not much but it's still dirty.

A/N - Welcome to day 1!! Decided to start with an old request for this. I know this isn't an Evan Peters character but hey she's still hot. This is also like 3k words :))

It was a slippery slope.

Slope wasn’t the right word. You were being pushed over the edge of a cut-off cliff after some chase sequence. That was a better analogy.

After your eyes were finally opened to all of your girlfriend’s -- The Countess or known to you as Elizabeth -- actions by Ramona, you began to find it difficult to feel safe in her presence. And Elizabeth knew this.

The process of falling out of love was sloppy and messy.

It starts with a begrudging realization. The moment where the rose-colored glasses are removed and the red flags are once again red. Then, the denial. “This isn’t true”. “She was good to me”. “We love each other. She isn’t evil”.

The next stage was anger. And that was where you were caught. Resentment, hatred, disgust, bitterness. All of these emotions flooding you whenever she was near. When she touched you, when she smiled.

Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer.

Elizabeth knew you hated her. She could taste the bitter sourness in your blood. Your blood used to smell of raspberries and cream. Now… it was reduced to dark, staining, nasty flavors and flavor that Elizabeth hated tasting. Especially from you.

She knew she didn’t have much longer with you. She knew you would up and leave soon enough. And with her being trapped inside of the hotel due to her being dead, she couldn’t risk you leaving for good.

The only person she had ever loved like this was Valentino. And him dying broke her.

Sitting on the couch in her penthouse, you await her to return so you could speak with her. You were finally going to break up with her. You couldn’t stand the woman anymore. You tried to make it not obvious, but you weren’t sure how successful that was.

When she would touch you, you had to close your eyes and float away from the situation. You grew afraid that if you objected to anything she did, you’d end up like Tristan. Or any of the others she had killed to feed off of in the past.

Elizabeth finally enters the penthouse, dressed in a skin-tight off-the-shoulder red and black dress that had a flowy skirt.

You hated her but she looked beautiful.

“Y/n. What’re you doing here?” Elizabeth asks, her suave voice making you shiver. “I came to… to talk, actually,” you say, standing from the couch as you try to keep up a strong facade. She smiles coyly, waiting for you to say what you wanted.

“We have to break up,”

Elizabeth looks at you with those eyes that make you feel as though she was reading your every thought like some kind of journal. Like she was looking directly into your soul.

The silence was heavy as you just stand there, part of you thinking that this would be your demise. “Do I want to know why?” Elizabeth finally speaks, her words softer than usual as that cold demeanor melts off like it usually does when she’s alone with you.

Swallowing thickly, you speak again. “I can’t stay with you because I know you. What you are,” you explain, your fear coating her tongue like a heavy cream. Elizabeth hums, nodding as she walks over to her tray of alcohols.

You step back from her, her silence scaring you. “I take it that what I am is a deal-breaker?” she asks.

Nodding, she sighs at your response, sipping at her drink. Her eyes land on yours once again. “Ramona?” she asks in one word and you nod again, knowing what she meant right away. “What else did she tell you?”

You shake your head, there being nothing else. “Words, doll,” she says with just a fragment of authority. “Nothing. She told me nothing else,” you verbalize.

“I will not lie to you. I feel you’ve earned that. Ramona did tell you the truth. But, I no longer feed on blood to live,” Elizabeth says, stepping closer to you. You freeze, eyeing her carefully. Stepping even closer to you, she grabs your hand with her empty one and places your palm on her chest, right over where her heart would be.

There was nothing. You weren’t sure why, but there was no heartbeat. She cradles her hand over yours, her eyes studying your expression as you slowly figure it out.

You had known this place was haunted and you knew of ghosts being stuck around for eternity. Like James or Sally or even Liz. But you never guessed the woman you had been dating for seven months to be dead as well.

Quickly pulling your hand back, you stumble away from her. Your own heart pounds, your skin heating up as you feel that fear course over you again. “No. No, no it’s not true. I-It can’t be,” you stammer out nervously.

Elizabeth sips at her drink, letting you freak out on your own. “This is crazy,” you mumble to yourself. “You’re dead and we’ve been dating for months now. Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, anger once again resurfacing.

“I loved you too much to hurt you like that. I didn’t expect to feel like this when we met,” Elizabeth excuses.

You shake your head, your eyes watering as everything clicks into place. The fact she couldn’t leave the hotel. The fact she never wanted to be photographed. The fact she always coaxed you into staying at the hotel with her.

“That wasn’t love. It was obsession, Elizabeth,” you fight back.

She frowns, an inkling of remorse showing on her face if even for a moment. “We had sex. We did all of these things and you’ve just been… dead? The whole time?” you continue, unable to truly wrap your head around the idea.

Elizabeth nods, setting her glass down on the coffee table before walking towards you again. You step back, only cornering yourself against the wall. She looks at you with those beautiful eyes of hers, reaching out and running her thumb over your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t lose you,” she says in a whisper, her hand cold against your cheek. You furrow your brows in confusion, feeling a tear streak down your face. “You just did, Elizabeth. It’s unforgivable,” you reply in the same tone as she spoke in.

Pushing her off of you, you go to walk out of the penthouse only for her to grasp your arm. “You can’t just leave. I’ve been your life for too long. Break up with me and you have nobody to go to,” Elizabeth threatens calmly.

Wiggling in her strong grasp, you try so desperately to get free. You feared she would kill you so you were trapped in the hotel with her.

“Please,” you beg weakly, your wrist hurting where she was grabbing you. Her eyes lock on yours, a subtle rage burning behind the hazel of her eyes. “One last time,” she says, her words confusing you.

“One last what?” you question, stopping your fruitless attempts to get out of her grip. Elizabeth smiles softly, her grip giving up as she steps closer to you and kisses you slowly.

Her lips work with your, her mouth tasting of polar ice mint and the whiskey she had just drunk. You reluctantly kiss back, not sure what would happen if you defied her want. Her hand runs down your side, landing on the curve of your hip.

The feeling of her lips on your made your heart ache. You’d miss this. Everything about her you’d miss. It was so wrong. She was evil and a murderer and yet you found this macabre comfort in her arms. Kissing her. Touching her.

Melting into her touch, you two fall into a steady rhythm as you always did. Her right hand on your cheek and her left on your hip, she slowly guides you away from the door and towards the couch without you even noticing.

Her hands go to remove your clothes all while still kissing. Her fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss only then to remove the fabric. Reconnecting the kiss, she pulls your pants down and sits you on the couch to remove them the rest of the way.

She sits down beside you, your lips still working passionately together. You moan into the kisses as her hand settling between your thighs.

Toying with your clit through the fabric of your panties, you feel that horrible gut-wrenching guilt rake over you. The woman you’re making out with has killed multiple people. Drank their blood, watched the life drain from their eyes. You push her off of you, suddenly disgusted by her yet again.

She looked angry.

Her eyes were darker than usual -- the hazel now looking more like a deep green than blue. Her face was expressionless but you felt the looming frustration of your rejection.

Unsatisfied with your hesitance, she leans forward and kisses you again, holding you by the back of your neck like some kind of disobedient kitten. You reluctantly kiss back, the guilt making you sick.

Her hand lands on your breast, squeezing it while pinching your nipple weakly. That previous guilt seems to vanish and you think she had brainwashed you somehow due to how quickly the shame just left.

Keeping one hand on the back of your neck, the hand on your breast slides down to your waist as she pulls you onto her lap.

You settle with your legs on either side of her thigh -- your knee pushed against her core in a sort of modified scissoring position. Your body tenses as she subtly bounces her leg so it moves against your clothed pussy.

A stifled moan escapes your lips, only to be silenced by Elizabeth’s mouth on yours. You buck your hips down into her thigh, the minimal stimulation already making you soaked.

Her lips move from your mouth down your neck and ending at your breasts. She wraps her lips around your sensitive nipple as she massages the other. You grind your hips into her thigh, the skirt of her dress having been pulled up so you can feel her soft skin on your inner thighs.

Your fingers run through her perfect hair, undoing her proper hairstyle. Your movements grow choppy and faster as your pleasure stacks up into an eventual orgasm. Elizabeth continues marking the soft flesh of your breasts with her bruises.

Moaning, you feel every muscle in your body tense up and flex as your orgasm washes over you like a wave of molasses. You throw your head back, riding out your orgasm on her smooth thigh.

You feel the wetness in your panties as you stop moving your hips. Elizabeth pulls her lips from your breasts, her hands placed firmly on your hips down.

Pulling your eyes open, you look down at Elizabeth who’s red lipstick was now smeared on her lips. And in turn, all over your chest. She reaches up and pets your hair, her hand running down your warm cheek. “Forgive me, doll,” she whispers suavely.

Your spit becomes thick at her words. You realized what you had just done. She often used sex to get her way. You knew this. And it worked every time without fail. You had become as much to blame as she was. You were pretending what she did was okay when it wasn’t.

But for some reason, you didn’t want to run away.

Instead, you nod.

Elizabeth smiles that signature innocent yet devious smile, brushing her fingers over your lips that were stained with her lipstick.

“Good girl,” she praises, moving you off of her and laying you down on the couch. You exhale deeply as her eyes fall onto your panties which happened to be light grey. A color that showed your arousal better than any other.

She smirks, running her cold, acrylic decorated fingers over your pussy. You squirm, your hips rising from the couch only to be pushed back down. She feels the wet pay off from your soaked panties, excited to pull the fabric off of you.

Slipping her fingers under the waistband of your panties, she slowly drags them down your thighs and off of your legs until she was holding the flimsy fabric on her finger. You look at your panties in her hand, embarrassed by how wet the crotch was.

“Only good dollies get this wet,” she remarks, using her favorite nickname on you. You keep your knees together -- Elizabeth now standing over you as you stay laying down.

“You know what good dollies get?” Elizabeth probes, leaning over you so your face was inches from hers. “W-What?” you ask, your voice shaking from anticipation. She smirks, her eyes scanning your pretty face. “They get the strap used on them,” she finally answers.

You smile with happiness, taking her hand as she leads you to the bed. She leans you over the edge of her high-raised bed, walking over to the dresser to grab the strap.

With your cheek resting on the bed, you watch as she strips herself naked and buckles on her strap. The dildo attached was purple and about eight inches long. It was your favorite one so she’d always use it on you but only when you earned it.

Your eyes take in her naked form. Appreciating how her breasts jiggle as she tightens the black belt of the toy around her waist. She walks over to you, running her hand down your exposed back and over the curve of your ass before slapping your ass cheek.

Inhaling sharply, she leaves your line of sight when she stands behind you. You stay bent over the bed, Elizabeth behind you as she runs her fingers through your sticky folds.

Pleased with how insanely wet you are, she slowly pushes the head of her dildo into your pussy. Teasing you by only pushing about an inch in. You squirm on the bed, wanting so badly to buck your hips back against her dildo and have it be rammed into you.

But you knew she’d tie you up and tease you if you did that.

Her hands grip your waist, holding you steady as she slowly pushes more of her strap into you. You eagerly accept it, wiggling your hips in response. She chuckles softly, loving your enthusiasm.

Slowly but surely, Elizabeth’s cock bottoms out in you. Her thighs now touching the back of yours as she stalls deep in your pussy.

You let out a low mewl, your pussy clenching around the dildo. Pulling her hips back, Elizabeth pushes back into your wet cunt with a rough thrust. You cry out, your voice cracking as a delicious shiver courses through your body.

Her fingers dig into your skin, helping keep you steady as she starts steadily thrusting into you. You grip the sheets in your hands, overwhelmed by how good you felt.

She runs one of her hands up the curve of your back, reaching around and gripping your throat in her palm. You moan, feeling her fingers dig into the sides of your throat. You push your hips back against hers, causing the tip of her dildo to jam into your g-spot.

“Stay still for me, doll,” she instructs, her words low and filled with authority. You whimper in response, your mind too clouded to verbally reply. “Words, or I stop,” she adds on. You swallow, your body shuddering as you reply. “Yes, mommy,”

She hums lowly, fucking you even harder as if being called “mommy” fueled her fire. She removes her hand from your neck, placing it on the middle of your back to keep you pinned against the bed, using her weight to keep you down.

Your wetness coats her cock, dripping out of your pussy and making a mess under you on the bed. Elizabeth flips you around so you’re now laying on your back, her eyes landing on yours that were tear-filled.

Continuing her rough thrusts, your eyes fall to her bouncing breasts, completely mesmerized by how perfect they were. She smirks, amused by your fascination. She moves her free hand down to your cunt, her fingertips rubbing your clit as she fucks you.

“You’re so wet. I’ve trained you well,” Elizabeth says, smiling proudly as your pussy makes a lewd noise. Your body shakes from the mix of her rubbing your pussy and slamming into you.

You use your hands and cover your face, embarrassed by how much your legs trembled. Elizabeth reaches down and pulls your hands from your face, placing your hands on her wonderful tits so you had something to squeeze.

She pulls you up so you’re now sitting, helping the dildo hit your sweet spot even better. Your breasts rub on her torso, somehow stimulating your nipples enough to send you over the edge and into your orgasm.

“God!” you cry out, your voice weak as a tear streams down your cheek. Elizabeth holds you with one arm, still fucking you through your powerful orgasm.

As you come down, Elizabeth slows her thrusts down to a stop. You lay back down, exhausted. She pulls her cock out of you, the purple dildo glistening in the light from your slick. “Knees, princess,” she orders.

You get off the bed and go to the floor, kneeling in front of her and wrapping your lips around her fake cock happily. Elizabeth pushes your hair from your face, giving her a full view of you. Tasting yourself on the dildo, you hum happily.

Elizabeth pulls you off of the dildo, bringing you to your feet and kissing you deeply. She pulls back first, her eyes landing heavily on yours. “Can we forget all of this? Our argument,” she asks.

And for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what this “argument” was about.

So you nod. “Yes,”

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[tatestripedsweater]

Elizabeth having an S/O with a breastfeeding kink HC (GN!Reader)

Requested by Anon: The Countess with a GN reader who has a breastfeeding kink.

Due to her breastfeeding Bartholomew all these years, her breasts naturally lactate. Even though he feeds off of blood, oddly enough the child still needs sustenance from his mother so that’s where Elizabeth comes in.

She first noticed your staring when her breasts leaked milk onto her bra as she was getting dressed. A smirk planted itself on Elizabeth’s lips as she soon realised your kink/fetish.

Uses it against you all the time and even offers if you want a taste, when Elizabeth first asked you that you almost dropped to your knees. To which had her grow more aroused at how much this affected you.

Purposely wore lingerie in the penthouse that made her breasts look good and stand out, maybe even some nipple tassels if she was in the mood.

Sometimes Elizabeth babies you and cradles your head as if you’re one of her children, but instead while you suckle at her breasts, she puts her hand between your legs and pleasures you.

Elizabeth likes to stroke your hair while you feed off of her breasts if her hand isn’t between your legs already, loving how much control she has over you.

She soon becomes your Dom and you’re her bitch, doing anything you can to please her and in return, Elizabeth let’s you feed from her breasts.

Telling Elizabeth she’s as sweet as sugar not only when your between her legs, but when her milk fills your mouth. She can’t help but smirk at how submissive you are towards her.

She has an endless supply due to her son, so she has plenty to go around and always offers it to you as a treat. Elizabeth once teased you about using a pump, but you wanted it straight from the source.

Elizabeth was gladly to oblige, as long as you stay loyal to her and never betray her, then her milk is not only her sons but also yours too. You may even have to beg for more just because Elizabeth loves to hear you do so.

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[missmewts]

maneater//the countess

pairings; elizabeth johnson, vampire gender neutral reader

rating; mature

warnings; harsh language, night club setting, slight sexual harassment, mention of the hunt, sort of sexual content

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"maneater, make you work hard. make you spend hard. make you want all of her love. she's a maneater."

nelly furtado, maneater

money, money. that's all that matters. why not spend the few billion you had, just a little bit? you were always so paranoid about spending too much, but you had grown since you became who you are. powerful, rich, and a little bit of a bitch.

strippers, trash food, and alcoholic beverages. all of it brought a pleasant gleam to your stomach; you hadn't done this in forever. the women in eight inch heels, sexy sheer fabric covering their nipples (though you can totally see them from across the room), and a single, half inch wide piece of fabric covering their pussy, stuck between their folds uncomfortably. you felt for them, you really did. but hey; they made bank.

though, out of all these women, you weren't interested. it was the woman at the bar, trying to order a drink with a man feeling her up that had your attention.

so, you did something about it.

.

elizabeth was not having a good night, as you were. all eyes were on her, per usual. she had even dressed down today; black gladiator heels, tan-colored slacks, a matching caged bra, and a black blazer top. but she still dragged attention; not that that was a bad thing, but she would prefer to go clubbing without every man and woman on her ass.

she sat down on the uncomfortable stool, adjusting the straps acting as a cup on her bra. with a variety of fruity drinks, she wasn't looking to get drunk. she was hungry.

so, when a particularly alcohol-compromised man's hand found her hip, she knew exactly what she was eating tonight.

elizabeth ordered herself a drink, with the pleasure of the older, heavier man with a receding hairline paying for it. she pretended to not notice. though, she clearly noticed how her impassive expression set him into anger.

"come on, pretty girl." he grumbled into her ear, his thick, hairy hands running up her chest. she could hear his heart in his chest. her stomach growled.

"you know you want it." he added, his fingers tracing the straps of fabric over her chest. "don't touch." she said smoothly. she could feel his pants tighten along her lower back. she arched away from it.

"even your voice is beautiful. deep, bet it would sound good under-" his voice reached a high octave when elizabeth's hand, bladed glove equipped, squeezed his erection not-so-seductively. "mm. i bet we could put those hands go to good use. whaddya say, princess?"

elizabeth stood from her chair. with her heels, she stood well over her regular 5'2 frame, and stood taller than his 5'7. "i am not a princess. i'm a queen." the short man laughed as her hand fell from his crotch. "very nice. how about we go back to mine, huh? i could make you feel like a queen."

you had stood to the side for a few minutes. you couldn't deny it; her brave show of skin brought a soft tingling sensation to your stomach, but the idea of such a lovely, independent woman going off for some alone time with this creep brought an uncomfortable mush to the fairies dancing in your organs. so, you slid up to the bar, about two seats from the current events. her eyes fell into you, and a small smile rose to her lips. looking at eachother, there was a match in sensation in both your throats. it seemed mutual, you both knew what the other was. and her expression spoke clearly to you.

dinner.

[autistic-and-radical]

When Countess said "Bite me", I felt that

[tfw-tajaaa]

𝒢𝑜 𝒶𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐼’𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔…

i changed it a little, eensy bit<3

Singing with Elizabeth:3

Elizabeth had a lot of free time in Hotel Cortez, not much happened and if there was, it was wreaking havoc on tenants who would never enjoy there stay-

Anywho, something that was prone to happen with residents who were basically hotel-ridden, was Karaoke!!

Karaoke was, at first, used to past time and now it's a Saturday night tradition among the ghosts and vamps. It's quite lovely actually.

When you were first turned to be with Elizabeth, you were basically a puppy following her every where. Wherever she was, you were. You were kinda scared to be alone....to say the least.

Until one faithful night, Liz asked if you could make a run to the local Rof-Store (knockoff Wal-Mart™️ bc copyright is not a vibe) to buy a karaoke machine and some microphones. You were confused until you were bribed with the fact that it was a special request from Elizabeth. So you said yes to her and was on your way.

When you came back the whole Lobby was decorated with a snack cart, a drink station, and a electronic white board to set the karaoke machine up to.

After playing rock, paper, scissors (bc that's how we solve adult problems😡) it was decided Liz went first, and GOSH, she sung so pretty, she had a more drawn out kind of voice. Made you think of aloe vera, it was neutral but she had talent to make it work, yk? (ofc you know, you have to know, you aren't disagreeing with me)

Up next was Elizabeth, due to popular demand ofc, she wanted someone special up there with her. She wanted to do a duet.. she wanted you up there.

You would think she would pick something modern, but classy like herself. wrong. she picked "Beautiful Liar" by Beyoncé and Shakira

Once the intro started, it seemed as though the lights dimmed, Elizabeth seemed to glow, and her voice bounced off the walls hitting your ears so softly. You were practically drooling not realizing you were supposed to be singing also

Once you got the memo, you fixed your posture looking away from her so you could really focus on the words.

Her voice was something you never anticipated but after tonight, you could never look at her the same. Her voice did things to you, it caused any feelings to dissipate and travel straight to your core.

It was so sweet, so soft, so....𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

After your turn on karaoke, you needed to hear more, you needed to use that same voice as she praised you.

and she did after you asked nicely, of course

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𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮, 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑯𝑱𝑩𝑺𝑱��𝑺𝑼𝑺

[malloryslourd]

Being The Countess’ Kid

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Request: Headcanon of being the Countess’s biological child and how she would treat them? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee (I imagine the child would be quite spoiled) - Anonymous

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Warnings: Some Strong Language

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she is a good mom anyone who thinks otherwise can fight me

she is the Nicest™

you are her baby and she would have it no other way

she wants you to have the best life imaginable and feels horrible if you don’t feel that way

honestly she doesn’t like you growing up in the hotel but she doesn’t have much of a choice

making sure certain ghost stay away from you

and if they ever get on your nerves she would give them Hell for it

always makes sure you’re comfortable with everything

loves to be involved in your life- almost a little too much sometimes

"Who walked you home today?"

"A friend"

"A friend from where?"

"School"

"Y/N"

"Mom!"

it gets annoying but you can’t really blame her she’s only trying to be a good mom

but sometimes you have to tell her she needs to just take a step back and calm down

she spoils the Hell out of you

birthdays? your gifts are basically worth just as much as the hotel itself

did well in school? here, take my credit card

oh it’s your 16th birthday? here’s a car

always treats you different than her other “kids”

everyone kinda notices but you’re her true baby

she totally denies it though

if you’re in any danger she goes fully ballistic

basically tears apart anyone that’s any type of threat

"This is my kid, my kid needs to be safe, my kid is better than your kid, and you have to deal with having a kid not as great as mine" - Elizabeth, at least once a week

brings up embarrassing baby stories in front of EVERYONE

once Sally was crying laughing at one so hard she had to excuse herself and she came back ten minutes later still laughing

oh she’s the best support group let’s make that clear right now

if someone ever broke your heart, first, she would cry with you and talk about how much she hated that person now, then, she would set out or get someone else to go out and take care of said person

she’s calls you her 'baby' or 'sweetheart'

doesn’t like arguing with you at all so she tends to let you get your way

"Who’s mom is that?"

"Y/N’s"

"She looks like she would kill someone for looking at her the wrong way"

"She would"

she knows everything

she knows what you’re going to do before you do

once you tried to sneak out for a party and you opened the door to your bedroom and she was just standing there

she just pointed at your bed and said nothing

you couldn’t even be mad you were just that impressed

she cries a lot

she’s just that mom that cries at like every event

always makes sure to reassure you that you’re untouchable and amazing

[yang12e]

Yandere The Countess X Reader

Y/N POV

You know, living for thousands of years is not that fun. Well, the fun part is that you can master any language that you desire, you can see much famous architecture, you can learn many recipes and you can't die, even from gunshots.

Two thousand years ago I went to the Kunlun mountain, talking to the other immortals while riding on a white tiger.

One day, I decide to go to a hotel, Cortez is its name.

I went to the receptionist desk and rang the bell, the lady by the name of Iris is her name and I said to her I want to rent a room for a few months.

When I finish putting my belongings in the room, I went to the elevator and when the door opened, another immortal passed me and I guess that she is younger than me. I went to the bar and a lady named Liz Taylor asked me what do I want to drink, "do you have tea, any kind will do" I said to her.

When I was in the middle of drinking my tea the elevator opens and the younger immortal comes out and she took a seat next to me, I learned that her name is Elizabeth Johnson or the countess.

The Countess POV

When I saw the woman, I immediately thought she is beautiful, more beautiful than any mortals that I have ever met.

When I passed by her, the smell of her blood is very sweet. I then decide that I must have her no matter what.

I saw her go to the bar and I went to the bar and introduced myself after I learned that she is also an immortal and can't die I go to my room and plan how to keep her here with me forever. I then write an invitation letter and tell Iris to send the letter to her.

Y/N POV

When I go to my room after finishing my drink, I heard the sound of someone knocking on the door, I opened the door and Iris gave me a letter after she left I close the door and see the content of the letter and it is an invitation from the countess.

When I went to the countess room, I knocked on the door and she opens the door and ushers me in.

She pours me a drink and begin to talk with me, I feel drowsy after drinking the drink and my vision turns black.

The Countess POV

After she drinks the drink that I put a sleeping drug in it, I catch her body and chained her ankles to the bed in the room that I prepared for her.

Y/N POV

When I woke up, I tried to walk to the door and I notice that my ankles are chained to the bed, I tried to break free but I couldn't "the chains won't break easily darling, so save your energy from trying to break the chains" she said, "why are you doing this? " I ask her. "Do you remember the young woman that you met long ago? ", "that was you? ". "Yes, and I want to taste your blood," she said then cut my neck and drinks the blood from the cut. After almost draining me, she stops and the cut healed. "So it's true, your blood is really sweet and since you can't die you will be my source of food. " she said "no I won't", "yes and you will," she said while my vision fades to black

Done and we don't have anymore ideas - E

Really *eyebrow raised* - Green

Yes, really and aren't you supposed to be in your garden? - E

We left a clone there - Green

Oh, anyways who should we do next? - E

[missnationalsweetheart]

The Countess being abusive

Pairings: The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson) x fem!reader

Your head throbbed yet felt empty, light as a feather. Elizabeth's body seemed to weigh nothing on top of you, her crys of forgiveness muted by your feelings; or something similar. "I'm so sorry my love. Please, please forgive me!" Her sorrowful pleading broke your daze, your eyes finding her body, on top of yours. "Please..."

She had begun softly kissing the injuries of the last couple of minutes, tears forming in her green eyes, stinging your skin as they fell. "I love you. So much." She pulled you into a warm hug, trying to show her love for you. Her soft, velvety lips found yours in a loving kiss, trying to show her affection for you.

You had closed your sore eyes, knowing your left would have a deep bruise encircling it the next morning. "I never ment for thos to happen, for me to loose my temper. I'm so sorry..." she har crawled off of your tiny body to cradle you; holding you so softly, as of you would break like glass. She caressed your pained skin, so lightly as of you were too delicate to touch.

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You must've dozed off the night before, being held in Elizabeth's embrace; which you were still in. Your eyes tried to adjust to the thin rays of moonlight that stained the dark room. "Mmmh..." your body had suddenly came back to reality, the stinging and straining sensations of bruises made your body freeze.

A slight moving sensation came from behind you, "hey baby" you felt warm arms lightly pull you closer into their body, a light kiss being planted on your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" It took your exhausted brain a second to comprehend who was talking to you.

Elizabeth.

You found the strength to give signal that you were in fact, not feeling the hottest. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry..." Elizabeth once again kissed your shoulder; burying her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your angelic scent. "I love you." She mumbled against your neck before giving it a tiny kiss.

no lust just love.

~

Imma make a part 3, but you gotta wait 💋

[hellimagines]

Right Decision -- James Patrick March

*My masterlist link can be found in my blog description*

Request: “James March having an affair with The Countess’s sister HCs,,like he’s married to elizabeth but then her sister and he immediately falls in love her”

Summary: You come to visit your sister in Los Angeles, only to find love instead.

Warnings: None

Pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,000+

A/N: This is my first one-shot/imagine in months. So uhhhh rip.

Walking into The Cortez was like something out of a flicker. The ceiling seemed to never stop, the chairs and red carpet sparkled with elegance, and the faintest smell of illegal champagne lingered in the air. It was nothing compared to the hotels in your hometown of West Virginia. A sharp ring broke you out of your daze, and you glanced around the hotel lobby for the source of it.

“Over here, miss!” Looking over to the voice, you grinned when you found the reception desk with a young gentleman behind it.

Hurrying over, you plopped your suitcase to your feet and gave him a gentle wave. “Hello! I’m here to visit my sister, Elizabeth Johnson,” you smiled.

“Oh, yes, of course. Miss (Y/N) Johnson, I presume?”

You nodded, “Yes. Though you must forgive me, I am a few hours early.”

“That’s quite alright, we’ve assured your room has been ready since yesterday,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s no fee, and here is your room key. Room 72 is where you shall be staying.”

“Thank you very much!” The man was quick to give you directions to your room before sending you on your way.

Navigating the hotel was much more difficult than the gentleman made it out to be. Once you had stepped out of the elevator and onto your floor, you were amazed by the twisting hallways and various doors. Gripping your suitcase tightly, you began to march down the hall, reading each of the numbered doors carefully. You took a right, and then a left, and then another right until you found yourself in a door-less hallway.

“Oh bother,” you sighed, doing a 360-turn in hopes of redirecting yourself. “Where is that room?”

“May I be of assistance?”

You jumped and let out a loud yelp at the unexpected voice, immediately lifting your suitcase as a form of defense. “Who are you?” you immediately questioned when you turned and saw the strange man that had been speaking to you. However, the more you looked at him, the less strange he became. He had perfectly styled jet-black hair, a mustache lining his upper lip, deep brown eyes, a suit, and a cane he was twirling in his hand.

“James Patrick March, owner and creator of this hotel,” he introduced, holding out his hand for you to shake. “I meant not to scare you, my dear. This hotel is tricky, and I wouldn’t want someone as beautiful as yourself getting lost.”

You shook his hand as a blush danced across your cheeks. “Oh, my apologies, sir. I meant no disrespect.”

He laughed softly, “None taken.” Lifting your hand to his lips, your blush deepened as he grazed the back of your hand with a gentle kiss. “What room are you staying at, my dear?”

“Room 72,” you answered with a smile as James dropped your hand gracefully.

“Would you like me to escort you there, Miss…”

“(Y/N), you may call me (Y/N). And yes, that would be much appreciated!”

“Ah, wonderful! Miss (Y/N),” James held out his arm for you to take while picking up your suitcase in his free hand.

You bit your lip as you looped your arm through his, thanking him for his generosity quietly. As the two of you walked down the hallways, you were embarrassed to find that you had accidentally passed your hotel room during your impromptu adventure.

“Oh, how embarrassing,” you sighed, releasing James’ arm so you could cover your flushed face. “I must’ve passed this room a hundred times!”

“Nonsense, you would’ve had to be here for hours,” he grinned, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “I trust you have your key?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. March. I apologize for taking you away from your duties,” you apologized, sliding the key into your door and unlocking it. “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please inform me. I shall be here for a week, at the least.”

James shook his head quickly, “There are no need for apologies, my dear. I am more than happy to assist you with anything you desire.” A glint fell upon his chocolate eyes, and your breath hitched slightly.

You pushed open your hotel-room door and walked in, with James following close behind. He placed your suitcase by the door as you began to speak, “Well, I shall be sure to ask you if I need anything else while I’m here. Where may I find you, if such a thing happens?”

A smile lit up the man’s face, “My office is Room 64, just down the hall from you. You should not get lost finding it,” he teased, flashing you a wink.

“Yes, I sure hope not,” you giggled.

James sighed quietly, a crestfallen look now on his face. “Well, I suppose I must take my leave. It has been an absolute pleasure, Miss (Y/N). I do hope you enjoy your stay at The Cortez.”

“I do believe I shall.” James grabbed ahold of your hand once again and gave the back of it a lingering kiss.

“Until we meet again.”

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“What do you mean the owner of this hotel helped you to your room?” Elizabeth asked sharply, leaning over the table to stare you down. You rolled your eyes at her antics, swirling the ice cubs in your glass.

“I was lost, so Mr. March showed me where to go,” you shrugged, looking around the lounge you were seated in. It was truly magnificent; the way it overlooked the bustling lobby, the beautiful lighting of the ‘fake’ bar, and the plush chairs you were seated in. You could’ve stayed in the lounge for days.

“Are you an idiot?” Elizabeth hissed, glaring at you.

You scoffed, “No, of course not. What is your problem this time, sister?”

“He’s my husband!”

You nearly choked on your sip of water at her declaration, staring at her wide-eyed. “What? You said you hated the man you’re married to! How could you possibly hate a man like that?” you gasped, setting your cup down to better scrutinize the woman before you.

“Because I am not young and naive like you,” she growled, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Don’t ever talk to him again.”

“Why shouldn’t I? He was very nice and extremely helpful,” you huffed, sticking your nose up just the slightest bit. You couldn’t tell if your sister was being jealous, possessive, or protective over you and the man, but you couldn’t care less. She had no right to dictate your life

“Because I said so, (Y/N). Now, I have a meeting with an old friend of mine, so I have to leave you behind. Do not leave this hotel, and do not talk to James. Understood?”

“Yes,” you sighed, picking up your glass and continuing to swish the ice cubs, feeling like a small child under your sister’s gaze. Elizabeth nodded in approval before pushing away from the table and swiftly exiting the lounge. You watched as she walked down the grand stairs and left the hotel, not bothering to look back at you.

“I do hope you don’t plan on taking her advice.” You looked over the rim of your glass to find James seating himself across from you, frowning sadly. “I enjoy your company.”

You smiled and set your cup back down. “I don’t listen to my sister. Her concerns are her own.”

James grinned greatly at your words, before flicking two fingers at the bartender. He flashed you a wink as the man brought over two glasses filled with a green liquid. “Keep this a secret, my dear,” James said to you, before picking up his glass and taking a sip. He moaned quietly as the liquid fell to his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

You judged your own glass for a few seconds, before shrugging and taking a light sip. You recoiled almost immediately, blanching at the foreign taste hitting your tongue. “What is this, Mr. March?”

“Please, call me James. And it is my father’s liquor recipe,” he smirked, taking another sip of his drink. “It is an acquired taste, I must admit. But it does marvelous things. However, the small amount in your cup will not hurt you, I promise.” You nodded slowly at James’ reassurance, before giving the liquor another chance.

A few hours later, you found yourself giggling quietly in James’ office, running your fingers over his desk and its many items. He was sat in his office chair, watching you with a fond smile as you picked up his letter opener. James rarely allowed people in his office, but seeing the way your eyes lit up after a glass and a half of his liquor, he knew you would be safer with him. He had plans of going out for a hunt tonight since Elizabeth was gone, but it was clear now that that was not going to happen.

“This is so sharp, James. You could cut someone with it,” you hummed off-handedly, twirling the opener in your hand.

James quirked an eyebrow at your words, watching you handle it carefully. “Yes, I suppose you could. Have you ever thought of doing something like that?” he asked slowly, drumming his fingers against his chair.

“Only a few times. The boys back home don’t know how to treat a lady, and sometimes I get very sick of it,” you admitted, before placing the opener back where you found it. “I must say, this is a very beautiful hotel.”

“Thank you, my dear. I put much of my energy into it, and I’m glad to see how far it’s come,” he smiled, slowly standing up.

You sighed sadly as you looked around the room, before settling your gaze on the man before you. “I do not understand how my sister could not love you.”

James chuckled quietly, “Yes, well, we all have our faults.” He didn’t seem too bothered by the fact, which shocked you.

“Her faults are moronic. I do not enjoy talking ill of Elizabeth, but it is unavoidable. You are a very kind, generous, and handsome man. She’s just entitled,” you huffed, giving James another look-over, before turning away to continue looking around the room.

“Oh, you believe me to be handsome?” James smirked, walking over to stand beside you.

“Oh yes, very much so. I’ve never seen a man quite like you before. It’s… intoxicating,” you giggled, blushing at your openness.

James smiled in return and placed his hands on your waist, slowly pulling you closer. He gave you the opportunity to reject his advances, but you did no such thing. Instead, you placed your hands on his chest, tilting your head up at him curiously. “You are a nice breath of fresh air, my love. Much different than your sister. Where she is sharp-edges and crude glances, you are gentle touches and bright smiles.”

“You’ve only known me for a few hours, James,” you breathed, blinking up at him in wonder. “How could you be sure of such a thing?”

“Trust me, darling. I’m always sure of what I do.” James paused for a moment, looking down at you in adoration. Slowly, he placed his palm against your cheek, “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you whispered without hesitation. Instantly, James was pulling you up and ducking his head, granting your lips a soothing kiss. Instinctively, you whimpered, your eyes falling shut as he deepened the kiss.

When James pulled away, there was a content look on his face while he rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone. “Yes, I am very sure I’ve made the right decision this time.”

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Request Info

Hello, everyone!

I write Character x Fem!Reader stories/imagines/headcanons. Fluff, angst, and smut are accepted as long as they follow the guidelines. I also accept platonic requests.

I will not write about eating disorders, weight loss (physical insecurities are fine), nonconsensual sex, emotional/physical domestic violence, sexual degradation, physical punishments, or anything not listed here that I find myself to be uncomfortable with.

Also, I am a lesbian, and sometimes, I simply can’t get inspired to write for men. I will try my hardest to tap back into my twenty-one years of experience with comphet, but I can’t promise my AuDHD brain will find the motivation for it. I’m sorry in advance, if I can’t fulfill your request.

And, as mentioned above, I do have ASD and ADHD. My hyperfixations play a significant role in what I want and can get myself to write. So, again, I apologize if I cannot fulfill your request — at least not right away — due to this.

Fandoms/Characters/People:

* = Favorite to write for.

Crossed Out = Not currently writing for.

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger*

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Star Wars

Rey*

Qi’ra

Kylo Ren*

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow*

Agatha Harkness*

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch*

Yelena Belova*

Rio Vidal*

Okoye*

Melina Vostokov

Loki*

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Dr. Stephen Strange

Twilight

Bella Swan*

Rosalie Hale*

Leah Clearwater

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

DC Extended Universe

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman*

Harley Quinn*

Clark Kent/Superman

Game of Thrones (TV Series)

Daenerys Targaryen*

Margaery Tyrell

Brienne of Tarth

Cersei Lannister*

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen*

Daemon Targaryen

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams*

Larissa Weems

Enid Sinclair

American Horror Story: Hotel

The Countess/Elizabeth Johnson*

WNBA

Caitlin Clark*

Kate Martin*

Musicians/Actresses

Lady Gaga*

Kathryn Hahn*

Aubrey Plaza*

Daisy Ridley

Emilia Clarke

Scarlett Johansson

Florence Pugh

Emma D’Arcy

Emma Watson

Jenna Ortega*

Margot Robbie

Adele

Taylor Swift*

Important: Please, when you request, give me a good bit of detail. Don’t just simply say, “Wanda Maximoff x Reader.” Let me know what it is you want, and please specify if you want angst, fluff, etc.

Also Important: I will try to update as much as possible, but I am battling some personal issues with depression, which affects my motivation to write. So, please, be patient. :) Also, English is my first language, but I am dyslexic, so please excuse any word/letter flipping and misspelling I overlook, since I am a very lazy proofreader.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message!

Thank you! Have a great day!

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V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔/𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈) 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏..

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒎. 𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕, 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 "𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆??" 𝑶𝒓 "𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆?" 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 '𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏', 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕:)