#good & evil daily

[starscream-is-my-wife]

This is part 1 of a continuation for my other post where LL Megatron gets trapped in the G1 universe, I was thinking about how someone would go insane in this cartoon world and thought "what if Megatron had someone else to accompany him" so, I gave Starscream an existential crisis

Edit: pt 2 here

[momokatzetzgo]

The captain is the coolest character in Dracula because he is literally up against a demonic creature of the night and he, not even knowing what the heck is going on and basically dead, and he is STILL thinking abt his ship and docking. I am captain indeed

[v3nusxsky]

I wanted to make a request of like dom!lesso and shysubby!reader where the reader is a quiet new librarian of the merging schools and they get off to an angsty start where lesso HATES the reader and the reader just wants to be friends and then maybe some smut happens and then lesso gets soft for the reader and they live happily ever after✨✨

Unexpected lover 18+

*Authors note ~ finally getting through my assignments which is freeing up some writing time to get through some requests I’m so sorry it’s taken me ages to get to it school literally is killing me*

Trigger warnings~ dom lesso, subby r, mommy kink, praise kink, thigh riding, sorta enemies to lovers?, degrading kink, begging, oral sex, slight pet play/humiliation kink

Prompt~ see ask^^^

You joined the schools staff team when the schools still held the divide. Good vs evil. And you happened to be the one stuck in the middle. As a librarian to both schools you had your fair share of encounters with people from each side. Sure the ever side was very sweet and friendly but there was something about the Never side that made your heart break, clearly they were misunderstood but trying to conform to why society makes them. Even with the two deans you could see the parallel between them. Despite her behaviour toward you, you were drawn to the dean of evil like a moth to light. She was just so intense and intelligent that your heart always beat an extra beat in her presence.

To Leonora, you were an annoyance. Her students raved about your calming aura and how respectful you were to everyone. How good. And that was a hindrance to say the least. Here she was doing her job, trying to mold the next villains into being successful and yet you seemed to fight against her every step by showing them kindness and respect. It was frustrating beyond belief. At least that’s what she told herself, it most definitely wasn’t that she felt drawn to you, completely and utterly ignorant to her own desires to be near you. Evil doesn’t love. Evil doesn’t like. Evil is chaos and mess, everything you weren’t. So she most definitely wasn’t drawn to something so… good. Pure. Fire would freeze over in hell before she admitted the truth that ate away at her heart.

You hoped with the schools merger that Leonora would come round. Everyone else in the schools had, the library was now filled with a gentle buzz, students mixing with ease, the staff seemed to be managing well too. All expect her. At first you blamed yourself. Perhaps you were too shy, too needy, or even weak to her. But then you’d remind yourself that everyone else likes you. Everyone else speaks to you in the corridor as they pass. Everyone but her. You are by no means a scary person, people often think you’re easily manipulated due to your timid nature, so it can’t be that. Leonora doesn’t strike you as the type of woman to be scared of little old you. All you wished for was the same cordial friendship with her that you had with others. Instead you seemed to be more of an annoyance to her, like she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you. Breathe the same air.

Every story to ever be told has had a meaning, a message to the reader. You loved discovering what the words on the page were trying to tell you. Most story’s you adore have the clear message that the line between love and hate, like and lust and fear and desire can be thin. Sometimes so thin it’s hardly visible. You like to believe this is true, you see it daily as someone who observes the coming and going’s of people frequently visiting the library. Each day there’s something new, a development in their own story, something you thrive on noticing. Little did you know, your story was about to get a new chapter, with a curve ball no one would have expected to occur.

The new chapter began like any other, working to tidy all the books and close the library for the night, ensuring every book was returned to its rightful spot while students began to filter out and back to their dorms from the late night study they were engaged in. Yet the presence of one dean in your usually calm atmosphere was throwing you off. She seemed to be engrossed in her book that she’d swiped from the curses and death traps section. She sat ever so regally by the heater in the corner of the room. It was hard not to notice the striking woman in your space, yet if she noticed you she didn’t seem interested as she flicked through the pages of her book.

By the time you’d sorted all the books in the library you’d made many hints of the time, the fact the library was closing and even going as far to stand behind the counter nervously drumming your fingers against the wood. You wished to have the confidence to ask the woman to leave, yet you couldn’t find it in your heart to approach her. Not when this was the closest to co existing in each other’s presence you’d got since you took the job. You’d be lying if you said she wasn’t slightly intimidating, it’s unsurprising that she was the one to make the move.

Meanwhile Lesso was getting irritated with the constant sound echoing round the room, interrupting her book. Your nervous energy was practically suffocating the woman. It was obvious you were waiting for her to leave, subtly wasn’t a strong suit of yours she decided. That’s when something snapped within her, this cat and mouse game needed to end. Evil doesn’t need to ask, evil gets one way or an other and you aren’t any different if you want her to leave her you’re gonna have to earn it.

“Got something to say dove?” Her words flowed like honey, the nickname coming from thin air but feeling so right it just flowed, “why don’t you just say it?” Leonora was talking to you. You. The shock clouded your mind causing her to chuckle, “cat got your tongue huh?”

“I- you- uh” you stuttered dumbly trying to not make a fool of yourself with trembling limbs you asked her to leave so you could close up. “If you want me to leave then you should come over here and make me” her challenge was set, yet she couldn’t be bothered to even spare you a look. If she did she would’ve seen the crimson blush covering your cheeks as you internally fought with yourself. Could you just walk to her and get her to leave? Would it be that easy?

Minutes later you slowly rounded the desk, hesitantly making your way to the woman only to be stilled by a tut of displeasure. “Did I say you could walk to me? No. Crawl dove, be a pretty pet and put a show on for me.” Crawl? Seriously? “I - what?” You mumbled causing the dean of evil to lazily click her fingers at you as if you were nothing more than a disobedient puppy.

You aren’t sure what bothers you more, that you sank onto your hands and knees or that arousal rushed through your body at the treatment. Scanning the empty library you started to crawl forward, eyes downcast as you obeyed her wish. The carpet scraped against your bare knees, the skirt of your dress dragging on the floor and getting stuck as you moved. By the time you reached the older woman, humiliated and aroused she had discarded her book to appreciate the view. The way your chest heaved and you kept your eyes to the ground drove her wild as you sat back on your knees. So pliant for her. So willing. Desperately trying to please her. She’d have some fun with a pretty pet like you. “What do you say we have some fun, show me what a good girl you can be.”

You swear you’ve had this dream before. The kind you wake in the middle of night questioning your subconscious brain. It’s only natural that you immediately nod along to her request. With a simple demand of “earn it then” and a snap of her fingers her pussy was on display for your curious eyes to view. With a simple gesture to get on with it you dove straight in. You always imagined she would like the tougher side of sex, she wouldn’t want the teasing build up and you were right. Her hand came to your hair, gripping the locks so tight it was almost painful. Almost. The sinful moan you let free was immediately swallowed by her greedy core cause the vibrations to hit her clit deliciously.

“Mm my what a good dove you are. Just like that baby” she grunted as her hips started to buck into your mouth, covering your lower face with her slick. “God what a good slut I have here. Wouldn’t have waited this long to claim you if I knew you were such a whore.” If you weren’t glued to her core you may have protested at the language she was using. Yet again, you weren’t in the position to argue as you ate her out with abandon. You could tell you were doing a good job when her thighs tensed and her moans seemed to be louder than before. The closer she got to climax the more praise she threw at you causing you to press your thighs together. Desperate for some friction. Relief. And that sight, you being nothing more than a needy whore on your knees, eating her cunt like it’s the last meal on death row was what threw her over the edge. Inner walls clenching as you lapped up your reward with ease.

You only pulled away from her warm core because she made you. Tugging you up to your feet by your hair. You stumbled slightly as the blood flow returned to your lower legs causing her to easily settle you on her lap. Your clothed pussy settled over her good thigh as her hand settled under your chin to guide you into a passionate kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. Unsurprisingly, as soon as the kiss started she was in control. The way she would nip at your lip to allow the metallic taste to dance between your tongues caused you to whine into her mouth. The level of need this woman awoke in you should be criminal. You couldn’t be more glad that she gave in and crossed the line between love and hate.

Instinctively, you began to slowly drag your clothed pussy along her toned thigh, seeking friction as she kissed you. A kiss so good you saw you forgot your own name. Her hand came to grip your hip, guiding your almost pathetic grinding. Pulling away from the kiss she couldn’t help but tease you. “A desperate thing you are hmm? So needy you are gonna use my thigh like a bitch in heat? Poor girl. Have I neglected this needy cunt?” Her words combined with the friction she provided was dizzying. So dizzying in fact, you mewled “mommy please” before your brain could even catch up.

“Oh it’s like that is it dove?” Her signature smirk graced her lips before she trailed them to your lips, nipping and sucking the silky smooth skin there. “I- oh, mm please mommy. Oh God” you whined chasing the pleasure she was providing too much to even care about the name choice. “Gonna cum for mommy darling? Gonna cum all over my thigh? Such a pretty slut for me. Go on, cum” she punctuated the last word by sinking her teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder causing you to hurtle over that edge, riding out every wave of pleasure that hit you.

Leonora couldn’t help but be star struck by the post orgasmic bliss that over took you, ragged breaths as you fought to calm your heart rate, shaking legs that tried to grip her thigh in order to keep the sensation alive. Big doe like eyes peering at her through hooded lashes. Stunning. A sight that should belong to the heavens alone. And in this moment where you collapsed into her, her arms wound around you too quickly to be thought of, she knew that you would be hers. Evil or not, she couldn’t bear to let anyone see you like this. A pretty little thing begging for mommy to help her. Perhaps good and evil could co exist. After all you fit so perfectly in her arms it would be sinful to separate you from her. Maybe just maybe, evil did get good, to love and to cherish and to enjoy.

Word count~ 2032

[whiskers-my-beloved]

Happy Holidays wishes you Wesker and Wesker Tsum

Hello everyone ! Have this art for christmas ! Wesker is out here giving snacks to snacks ! (If he didn't Wesker Tsum would anoy him pretty badly all day)

[good-and-evil-daily]

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[dailyoliveira]

day 84 — did you need something?

[maybeamiles]

Ya know, I tend to see a lot of reactions that paint Lucy's Vampirism as a punishment for something, or something inherent to her nature.

But isn't it more terrifying if it's not?

Lucy isn't portrayed as an evil character. She's a woman in a nontraditional situation, but I think we're supposed to see her through the eyes of Jack Seward and Van Helsing. Her biggest "flaw" is loving too much, and even then she isn't punished for it.

And still Dracula comes for her. Never are Dracula's attacks tied to her love for the suitors, in fact it's that love which saves her over and over again. It's not fair that she dies, and the moment when we realize that the Vampirism took over Lucy's dying body and she almost bit Arthur is one of the most TERRIFYING moments in the story. Because that's NOT Lucy, she even says so in her dying moments.

And now she's alive again. But it's not her. Lucy would never attack people. She would never want to hurt people. Her body is being driven by a hunger that can never be filled. And maybe it remembers being something called Lucy Westenra. Maybe it remembers Van Helsing and Arthur. But it doesn't love them anymore. That love died the same day Lucy did, and now there is only hunger.

Cause really, what's more terrifying? A bad person having their badness revealed to all, or a good person whose memory is corrupted by a monster inhabiting their flesh?

[venom-ass-daily]

From Venom: Dark Origin issue #3

[tetzoro]

good morning and happy thursday friendz ! i am slow blinking at you all but . . . Get Booped ! 🐾✨

[jupiterlandings]

“Time’s a gentle stream,

longer than it seems;

Patient is the night”

Dracula Aesthetics - Count Dracula

[lenfigureoftheday]

💛Todays Len Figure is:

Nendoroid Petite: Servant of evil 🗡️

[thewordfortheday]

So often the world teaches us that evil is good, and good is evil. But the Bible says, “Abhor what is evil and cling to what is good.” If you abhor something, you are not going to do it. No one has to tell you not to do it and you do not struggle to stay away from it. You naturally avoid it. That is the kind of feeling we must have toward sin.

“Abhor what is evil and hold fast to what is good.” Oh, what precious truth there is in those words. And the sum of all truth and all good, and the triumph over all evil is Christ. So, hold fast to Christ, and abhor everything that is evil and everything that dishonours Him.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi. Could you please write about Lesso hiding her feelings for female reader, where Lesso gets suuper drunk once and reader is the one who finds her and helps her, and in process of helping finds out that Lesso has feelings for her? It can end with smut or something cute, whatever you see fit.

Surprised

*Authors note ~ lol this came to me in the shower but i love it so I hope the lovely anon doesn’t mind me tweaking the prompt ever so slightly. Here for subby lesso*

Trigger warnings~ spiking?, Revealed thoughts to soul mate Potion, typical never behaviour

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

Society rules suck. It’s something you happen to believe with your whole heart. As an Ever, you were forbidden from befriending a Never for as long as you can remember. There was a clear divide that you had to adhere to. It was expected that you follow it religiously. And you did until you were sixteen and met her. Her fierce red hair adding to her Never appearance seemed to draw you in like a moth to a flame. But you couldn’t.

Unless you could. Sneaking off in the middle of the night to hang out. You have clear memories of just laying at your spot, watching the stars twinkle night sky with her at your side. Everything feeling so right. Yet you couldn’t share it with anyone. Your secret. You both knew the rules. And as you grew the importance of keeping your friendship a secret only grew. Life moved on, and your friendship grew alongside it, you couldn’t help but yearn for what you could never have. So you would remain secretly by her side, ready to fight any battle you could for her just as she did for you.

The first ball since the school merger had snuck up on you. Leonora already told you she wouldn’t be there, it’s not her scene, but you still couldn’t help but be excited to finally include everyone. Nevers and Evers alike would be there tonight. Having mixed classes was really a hit with everyone. Everything seemed more balanced these days, the divide lower than ever before.

Your ball grown was a blush pink and had off the shoulder straps. Your hair placed perfectly into an updo. The intricate detailing only added to the beauty you are. Attending the ball to start welcoming the students was magical, seeing everyone develop personalities away from their group, some Evers attending in darker colours and Nevers doing the opposite. It truly filled your heart with joy that they could have what you couldn’t. The future would be better than the past and that is always a win.

The dance was beautiful, nothing out of place as the hall was filled with lovely laughter and joy. It was only when you were confident nothing could go wrong that you allowed yourself to get a goblet of punch. The beautiful lavender colour peaking your interest as you sipped it. You didn’t notice the giggling as the potion set to work. What you did notice was her arrival. You always would.

Fuming. Leonora was fuming. She didn’t want to come to some ball, to dance till the wee hours of the morning with sore feet. She wanted to be in her charmers with a book by the fire. People most definitely aren’t her thing. But of course one of her own Nevers would sneak into the potion room and take something, resulting in goody two shows Clarissa knocking at her door in ball attire, ruining her peaceful evening.

Scanning the room for a skiny one haired wearwolf shouldn’t be hard, but they all look the damn same these days. So one by one Leonora took in the sea of dancers. The second she caught sight of you, her heart stopped. Breathtakingly beautiful as you stood there sipping from a goblet, smiling at the dancers. if only she could get you to smile at her that way. The way your eyes would sparkle slightly as you pull her closer, “eyes on me Leo” you’d murmur to her before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. If only she could see that dress on her floor…

You’d take such good care of her, spending hours worshiping her like a queen, all hers. Your hands all over her body showing her how talented you truly are. The way you’d look at her as she pulled on your hair to get what she wanted. Oh what a sinful night that could be.

Hort. The changing of music snapped the Dean out of her own desires, a snort that was so clearly Hort catching her attention. Back to business. Until you began to stride over to her, dress swaying with the movement so delicately. Oh she could be so good for you, to be under you. Your little smirk simply caused her to roll her eyes. “Lesso, how good of you to join the ball” you practically purred when she was in reaching distance. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m here for him” she almost growled in response while glaring daggers at Hort. You are too distracting and she knows that she’d crumble with how you tease her. “Hm? Perhaps. But for now you are with me. Come Leo” you command gently taking her by the elbow and back out of the hall with an ease she didn’t know how possessed.

“I know” you muttered cryptically to the other woman, her shock evident. “And just what exactly do you know?” She asked as her eyes gazed to your lips causing you to chuckle. How cute was she? While Leonora clearly had other ideas, imagining you tearing her clothing off her, claiming her lips with yours as you ran your hands all over her. The fascinated continued thoughts of getting you alone and out of that dress. She would do anything you asked. She could just, you interrupted her train of thought with a knowing smile, “I know Leo you would be such a good girl for me wouldnt you?”

“I- what in gods name are you talking about?” She stuttered as you moved to cage her body against the wall. One hand at her hip and the other pressed firmly against the stone wall. “The big bad Dean is really just craving something else aren’t you?” You teased watching as a blush tainted her cheeks and her eyes glanced towards your cleavage that was perfectly on show to her. “You” she mumbled quietly, the shock of the words leaving her mouth was almost overwhelming yet with you this close she couldn’t help it. It’s one thing to lie to herself with you at a distance but with you right here. No chance. “You want me Leo? I’m here. Isn’t that enough?” You teased trailing the hand on her hip up her body gently to grip her chin, “eyes are up here darling.”

“Please” she whimpered gazing into your eyes as her pupils were blown wide with need, “please kiss me.” Her quiet whisper almost when unheard. Yet you indulged her, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, not enough to be anything but enough to keep her wanting more, whining as you pull away from her body completely. “Please don’t” her mumble gives you a pause, “soon Leo, you aren’t thinking clearly and I’m pretty sure I got spiked darling. I shouldn’t be able to hear all the unholy things you want me to do to you, yet I can. I heard every thought. I know you want me as badly as I want you but I care about you to do anything else till we have clear minds. Get some rest and if you still want me in the morning you know exactly where to find me sweet girl” you ended your little speech with a kiss to her cheek before returning to the ball leaving her stunned against the wall gingerly touching where you just kissed her.

Word count~ 1226

[magma-frog0]

Carlos Oliveira x Curvy/Chubby Reader

✨SMUT✨💃🕺🏻💃

Warnings: Smut, Praise, Fingering, Oral (fem receiving), porn without much plot.

You’re laying on your bed, scrolling on your phone when you look up and see your boyfriend Carlos. His eyes traced your whole body and they almost looked to be glowing with excitement.

“Babe?” You ask looking at him confused. He pins you down to the bed and gently kissed your lips, his fingers gently tugging at your hair.

“Baby, please let me make you feel good…” He begs looking like he’s holding himself back from absolutely destroying you. “Please I just need-” You cut him off with another kiss, running your fingers through his dark curly hair.

“Go ahead…” You say and he wastes no time taking your shirt and bra off, kissing and suckling your breast. Leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys from your chest down to your tummy. Your fingers playing and tugging at his hair as you let out soft moans.

“Baby you’re so fucking gorgeous, like a Goddess made just for me…” He murmurs against your skin as he tugs on the hem of your pants and underwear, pulling them off your body in one swift motion. Your breath hitching as the cool air hits your sensitive cunt. He chuckles at your reaction and went down between your legs, kissing and nipping at the soft plush of your thighs.

“So soft… Tastes so good,” he groans and gives your thighs a soothing kiss before finally pressing his tongue flat against your cunt. You let out a high pitched moan and you tug his hair a bit harder causing him to groan. “Baby you taste so sweet… Is this how pretty girls like you are supposed to be treated?” He asked against your clit, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“Y-yes, yes-!” You moan out feeling your entire body get hot, thighs trembling. He grabs your thighs, squeezing them and playing with them, before he takes one of his hand and presses his middle finger inside of your sopping hole. “Carlos- Fuck!” You moan out as he curls his finger into your pussy, suckling and kitten licking your clit.

“Want another finger pretty?” He asks with a sly smirk against your clit.

“Yes- Please Carlos-” You cry out feeling the knot in your stomach tighten as your climax approaches.

“You don’t need to beg for me… You’re to beautiful to beg, such a good girl…” He praises and pushes his ring finger in. He starts thrusting his fingers at a faster pace and sucking your clit harder.

“C-Carlos I’m gonna- gonna cum!” You moan out, your back arching to his mouth as his pace quickens.

“Not yet I want it on my tongue,” he pulls out his fingers and presses his tongue into your throbbing cunt. You let out a loud cry as you feel his tongue working in you.

“Can’t hold it-” You moan bucking your hips to him. He Grabbed your thighs and held them tight, hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t fucking hold back, don’t you dare fucking hold back- I want all of it,” he groaned into you and your hips snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he lapped up your cum with his tongue, he drank it like a dehydrated man in the desert. Your legs trembled and fell, you looked down at him breathing heavily, his mouth covered in your cum, so much that it was dripping down his chin.

“You taste amazing sweetheart, can you do that again for me?” He asked and pressed his face back down to your cunt.

[good-and-evil-daily]

Happiness

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