#vampire!reader x peter parker

[lxinesux]

Monachopsis

Ships: Vampire!Reader x TASM!Peter Parker, Vampire!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After getting access to your memories, Wanda is forced to relive them. She remembers the night you fell in love with Peter.

Content: Second person POV, Fingering (r receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, cunnilingus (r and w receiving, mild),frottage (w and r receiving, mild),creampie, Jealous!Wanda, Inexperienced!Peter

Warnings: Death, Slight dubcon, Derealization, depersonalization,Blood, Mentions of skin being bitten,ripped, bruised.Internalized homophobia/biphobia.Mild emetophobia warning.

a/n: Soo, some context. This is set in Victorian times in between fics that may or may not be written lol. The memory she’s living through is a flashback that takes place before Pietro is made into a snack. Anyway: here’s porn!!

The memory attacks her just as she was laying her head down for her nightly rest. 

It was one of the many you fed her during your…entanglement. She hadn’t wanted to name it. To make it real. 

But the pulse between her legs was real. 

Her new master, Peter Parker. And you, the murderer. 

He was easy to seduce. You’d known he wanted you. All of that sweet, tender courting you'd been ‘oblivious’ to. Humans were fickle. He was nothing but a day old fruit fly. Humans, you thought, could never feel love. Not true, deep, everlasting love. 

No, Peter just wanted one thing from you. And you had no obligation to your family to adhere to the silly societal tradition. No fear from the church or God. 

You wanted it too. So you would let him have it. He needn’t work so hard to gain what you would’ve given freely had he asked. 

There was no motive when you stepped into the library besides this. Full as a tick from your hunt, you were hungry from something else. 

You'd had many lovers in your bed, between your legs. Women, men. Some you used for sustenance after and some you left alone with not but your scent on their skin. It had been too long since you’d had company. Besides, Peter was the only one who had piqued your interest this much. 

He tried to keep measured, cool headed, even keeled. But he was a human man. You kept kissing, kept touching. Urging his mouth open with your insistent tongue, encouraging his wandering hands. His lust tipped him completely into oblivion. 

She can see all of it in full detail. Every feeling, every molecule. It was as though she’d lived it; in her own mind she had. When you’d opened her mind, she’d fallen into yours. Now, she must cope with these visions as they come. 

Your back against the wooden bench in his library. Your long, soft, pale legs open for him, his hands moving up your thighs in quiet reverence. You chuckle. Where, you ask yourself, was this composure when he was manhandling you and sucking your tongue just moments earlier? 

Your cunt is glistening, wet and warm. Your core should not be so sinfully decadent, but is that not the trap you lay for your victims? You reach down to touch, your fingers dipping between your folds, running along them before circling your clit. 

His eyes follow every movement. Bewitched. Even with the love before you, he’d never seen something so lewd. 

Neither had Wanda.

You slid a finger into yourself, then another, your thumb not stopping what your fingers had started. She can feel your pleasure slowly building. You aren’t full enough, just testing your own body’s restraint. 

She closes her eyes tight. She can barely breathe. 

She reaches down, under her bed dress. Her pussy is soaked. She mimics your movements. The strange feeling it brings runs parallel to yours. 

Of course you knew how to pleasure yourself. It turns her stomach to realize you were trying to show him how. 

Peter-Master Parker-he didn’t know how to fuck you properly. You wanted to teach him. You would teach him. But she didn’t need teaching. She had /seen/ you. 

You moan. It’s like a siren call. She whimpers, her juices dripping down her thighs at the noise. His cock is aching through his trousers and you’re so amused. You take pity on him, unbuttoning his pants and sliding your small hand to wrap around him.

His pre-smeared erection arouses you more. It repulses her. The only comfort she gets is the wet sounds as your fingers move faster inside yourself. He hisses and moves closer between your legs. 

“I was correct, wasn’t I, Doctor? It’s been so long, hasn’t it? I’ll take care of you…” 

She doesn’t have a prick like Master Parker. but her hands would do-her fingers. Her fingers were smaller and could find that place in your cunnie faster. She could make you cum again and again, the way she knew you’d liked it with the house maidens you’d had in Milan. 

The idea of her own fingers inside of you makes her keen. Her own cunt tightens around nothing. 

You spread yourself open, urging him to do more than just look. 

“Put your hand inside me,” You tell him. 

“Christ,” He says. 

She could fill you up, better than he could.

One hand tangles your hair to tilt your head back. His mouth is on yours like a man starved. The other moves down your half clothed body down to your weeping sex. 

You gasp into his mouth as he fulfills your request. Your mind is going foggy with desire as that dull pleasure in your gut grows sharper. His fingers are longer, thicker than your own. They curl in as he fucks you, like he’s beckoning you. He’s a quick study, your little human. 

Your dress is falling off you, the top opening a sliver, exposing more eager, shameful skin. The beginnings of your breast, the enticing expanse of your collarbone, the white column of your throat. Her master is greedy though, he wants to block her view it seems. He forces his mouth onto all the skin he can reach-licking, sucking, kissing.

Your skin tingles. He’s gone almost feral. You can feel his dull teeth against your warm flesh. Your veins engorged with borrowed blood make you look almost human-causes his love bites to just barely bruise under his mouth. 

The blood used to form the bruise would take it away from your belly, leaving you hungry. He doesn’t know any of that yet. He’s too busy marking territory that would never be his. Not truly. 

 She wants to bite. 

Over and over. Break open your skin while she pleasures you. Free all of that stolen blood and watch it roll down your cold flesh. How would you react? Would you smile knowingly, like you are now? Would you be afraid, the way Pietro was when you destroyed him? 

Her mind lingers on your face. Your kiss swollen lips, petals of a flower, turn into a smitten smile as he takes you. 

You throw your head back. As though a creature as ancient as you would actually find such pleasure in this. But, ever to her surprise, your pussy clenches hard around him. 

His cocks throbs and leaks onto your hand in response. 

“Please,” he groans into your skin. 

“Please, what?” You’re panting, your chest heaving like a bitch in heat. 

His cheeks tinge redder, “Can I…”

“Say it, Dr. Parker,” You delicately cup his chin, forcing him to look at you, “Tell me you want to fuck me, Peter. I’ll let you. But you must tell me how badly you need it.”

Your hand stops. You remove it from his trousers. His hand does not. Obedient dog. 

She’s rubbing harder, feeling herself growing wetter. You’d murdered her brother. She hated you. But you’d shown pain, regret in the visions you shared. She remembered how you’d starved yourself, tried to satiate yourself with the blood of an elk just to regurgitate it. The fear when Peter had caught you. The immediate guilt once you’d come up from draining him. 

Why should she trust you? You had clearly hexed her, planted a cursed seed that was growing. 

She slides a third finger inside her dripping core. 

Her mind reforms the memory without her consent, running without end. In this new memory, it’s not Master Parker you're pressing yourself against in the library. 

It’s her own hands running up your milky thighs. You’re a horrible murderer, but your skin tastes sweet-like salted honey. Your lips taste sharp like blood, your tongue slots perfectly against hers. 

You’re still half clothed in your finery, but stripped for easier access. You’re sucking on her bottom lip while your hands fondle her. You pinch her nipples through her dress, making them pebble under your touch. 

Your hair is coming down, haloing your face. She’s starved, her cunt aching. Her green eyes shimmering with unshed tears because of how bad she wants. 

“You can touch me,” You’d say, “You can fuck me and I’ll fuck you.”

In her fantasy, the library is alive with the sound of sex. Her own cunt full of you, while she feverishly attempts to prove that she was superior to her master. 

She thinks of moving onto the desk, where all of his research lived. Laying flat on her back while your sweet cunt hovered over her face and your damned mouth breathed warm air over her clit. 

It’s a thought you must’ve left behind inside her but her mouth waters at the thought. You know exactly how she tastes. She knows the same. Exactly how to lick. Where to suck to get more of your sweetness into her mouth. You stick your tongue deep into her cunt and play lazily with her clit as a reward. 

She’d cry out, try to buck her hips into your face. Too bad for her, though. Naughty girls do not get their prize. You would move that clever mouth off her and press yourself harder onto her face. She’d be grateful for it. 

An obedient dog. Just how you like. 

Or maybe you need not be so greedy. Maybe you’d rub against her. Slot yourselves together, rub until you both came, screaming. 

You liked that too. You’d learned that in the time before, when you were a concubine. 

You had not needed to desperately clamor for attention or fulfillment for thousands of years, but maybe you’d be so desperate, you’d rake her skirts up and angle yourself against her. Your cunts kissing, your wetness attaching you. Your tongues back rubbing against the other, tasting each other. 

She knew everything about you. She could destroy you. And yet she’s thinking of you like this. Like a degenerate fool with a mind full of vulgarity.��

It only makes her angrier that the memory snaps back into focus, back to Master Parker’s forehead resting against yours. 

“Please let me inside. Please let me fuck you.” He’s a victim but a willing one. He sounds so pathetic, pleading with you. His voice shakes, “I need you…”

You kiss him, chastely. “How badly?”

His fingers move out of you, start slowly rubbing your clit. You can control your arousal, heighten or dull it at any point. But he was already doomed. So completely undone by you that he whines like a child. 

Your mind is aflame with visions of what this newfound power over him might bring. Your own fingers wrap around his wrist. He watches helplessly as you drag it to your mouth. Your lips wrap around his flesh. 

It’s too much for Wanda to watch you suck your wetness off his fingers, your eyes pinned to his. The act means nothing to you. You’ve done this a million times and would do it a million more. But there’s something in his liquid golden eyes that shimmers. 

Love. Foolish. Eternal. So very human. 

“More than air,” He says breathlessly, “More than food or drink. More than sunlight. I’d spend an eternity plunged into darkness if it meant I were with you.” 

The sincerity in his voice is ice water on your skin. You kiss the palm of his hand, “Have me then.” 

The final tether snaps. 

An eternity in darkness. The courting had been serious. He wants more of you than flesh. 

Noone in centuries has ever asked that of you. 

His cockhead pushes into you, you cry out. You knew he was thick but to feel it was another thing entirely. He grips your hips, more semi bruising. He has to stop or he will come undone inside you too quickly. 

He groans, “I’ve thought of this far too often…it’s better than my dreams…” 

This part of the memory she hates. 

He keeps filling you. He fits perfectly into your cunt, like it was made for him. Wanda hisses at the invasion. She can feel how stretched you are around him, how snug the fit is. She can feel the warmth in your belly that came with his confession. She can feel all of your humanity and vulnerability in this moment. 

“I love you,” He breathes against your flesh, “Stay with me, please.”

His thrusts are shallow at first; he doesn’t want to leave this warm vice until you’ve given him his answer. 

She wants the answer too, though she knows it. She’s played this vision a million times. You cannot go back to your home in Italy, with your other obedient servants and beautiful homes and artists falling over you without her bringing you to justice. 

There’s also another, repulsive reason trying to make itself known. It sneaks in amongst her confused, muddled feelings. 

“I will stay with you.”

He pulls his prick out of you, just enough for you to miss it, before he slams home again. 

She cannot escape this more than she can escape her own impending orgasm. He keeps babbling his romantic nonsense, thrusting in and out, faster and faster. The sound of his skin against yours, the creaking of the bench beneath your combined weight. Your moans and cries muffled by his tongue, teeth, lips. 

He’s trying to devour you. Take all he can in case you’re lying. 

You are not. She knows you will keep your word. 

Your heart begins to beat. 

It has not in thousands of years. Not since the day you were turned. 

It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. 

She hates it. She wants to reach into the memory, reach into your chest, and rip it out. You do not get to keep it with what you did to Pietro. 

Things blur suddenly. Like a sick consultation, she briefly takes her master’s place. It’s her own hand you’re guiding to your breast. You hold it there and she can feel the weak but steady rhythm. 

Your cunt feels amazing around her as she pumps into you. The sounds of your sex filling her ears and the soothing notion you’re this wet because of her nourishing the very fabric of her soul.

“Do you feel that?” You ask her, “Only you do this, Wanda. Only you and no other give me this much pain and pleasure…”

She, Peter, whatever being they are combined, come together. They grab your hips-the image flickering back and forth between she and him. Her thoughts are his, his thoughts are hers. 

They can’t let you up, can’t let you go. 

You love them back, you want them. 

You said you’d stay. 

They’re going to make you their wife. 

They’re going to impregnate you, give you a child. They’re forever going to devote themselves to you. 

Your heart beats for them. 

For him. 

Your heart beats for him. 

She’s forced out as a participant as he comes apart deep inside you. It isn’t fair that he gets to experience you tightening like mad right after. Your cunt milking him, your back arching off the bench to hold him close. 

And your face. Your parted lips, your closed eyes. 

The noise you make when your own orgasm cracks like thunder inside you. 

She melts around her fingers.

He keeps you plugged even as he goes soft. You love that you can feel him still. He gives you soft kisses along the face and neck, kisses each of your fingers.

“My love,” he whispers to you, “My darling. My dove. My one…” 

She feels hollow. If someone cut her right now, she would surely not bleed. Her orgasm did nothing but worsen the strange unnameable pain in her body as she watches you both. 

You giggle, your body is warm. You’d been diffused in sunlight. He loves you, in spite of what you are. You want to keep him safe, to keep him near you. You can’t hear his thoughts, not like the other pitiful humans. You have to trust him. You give this gift willingly. 

You want forever with Peter. 

You want to turn him. 

You detach from her. The memory loses shape and turns to mist. It evaporates and suddenly Wanda is back in the servant’s quarters. 

Alone. 

As sleep blessedly comes to take her, a startling thought pierces through her. 

Why not me?

[colmiillo]

Post another fucking chapter girl I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S NEXT GOD DAMN IT

[valsverse]

‼️ MY EXPERIENCE WITH @girlkisser13

🚨 HARASSMENT & PLAGIARISM 🚨

i want to address a serious issue that has recently come to light regarding a user in the fanfiction community (@girlkisser13) with a concerning history of plagiarism and ongoing harassment. this situation involves not just the act of stealing someone else's work but also a troubling pattern of aggressive behavior that has surfaced, indicating a lack of accountability and growth. it’s crucial for us writers and fans to stand together against such actions to maintain a supportive and respectful community for all creators. with that being said, read below. transparency is key, so i want to share the full context of this situation, including all relevant screenshots. underlined words/sentences include links to posts that are relevant to the incident, so i encourage you to check them out. (if you've recently received a message from an anonymous user about this situation, click here)

SECTION 1 : The Original Plagiarism Incident + Backstory

on june 3, 2023, i was notified by an anonymous user in my inbox that an account called girlkisser14 (now known as girlkisser13 after deactivating her old account) was plagiarizing my work. she repeatedly lifted sections of my writings and headcanons, merging them into her own posts. (note that i pretty much exclusively write for the percy jackson fandom.) after reaching out to her privately i discovered that i could no longer view her posts. at first, i thought she had taken her account down, but it turned out she had just blocked me. by june 5, 2023, i decided to create a post detailing the situation, which you can read here. shortly after, she contacted me, and we managed to come to a resolution. it seemed like a good opportunity for her to acknowledge her mistakes and learn from them. i updated my original post to reflect that the issue had been resolved. later on, she messaged me saying she couldn’t cope with the backlash. while i’m unsure if she was genuinely receiving hate, i felt sympathy for her situation. she asked me to take down the post, but i declined as accountability is important to me and i didn't feel comfortable with just erasing history. soon after, she deactivated her account.

although she deactivated her original account, she shortly after created a new one. i was notified by a different anon about this because her posts were moved to the new account, and some still included my work—presumably by accident. from that point on, she became known as girlkisser13, which can be confusing given her original username was girlkisser14. initially, she missed a few paragraphs of my work, as mentioned earlier, which prompted me to make a post about it (as seen in screenshot 2). however, she reached out to me, and we clarified everything through direct messages. after that, all seemed well!

however, things would get much worse from here. (this main character ahh dialogue bro.. 💀)

SECTION 2 : Account Tries a New Persona, Still Fails at Not Harassing Me.

(september 21st, 2024) an anonymous account messaged me with the following:

to be honest, i was completely baffled. i had completely forgotten about this issue, and out of nowhere, someone decides to bring it back up. it struck me as strange because… who gets so personal over something like this?

the user, which goes by the handle 'multifandombisexual13' also sent the exact same message directly to me, which made it clear that the anonymous message came from them, as shown.

first of all, the usernames are incredibly similar. both have the number 13, and girlkisser13 is a multifandom account. if you look at their profile, you'll notice they only repost stories from girlkisser13. even on the "check out these accounts" sidebar, there's only one account listed: girlkisser13. this is because they only repost content from that account.

let’s be real—this isn’t the behavior of a genuine fan. who goes through that much trouble? it’s obvious that this is girlkisser13 under an alternate handle.

i raised these concerns with the user, and i made sure to respond in a civil manner.

they didn’t respond to my initial message and only replied after I reached out to girlkisser13. i sent her a message about this situation. (just to be clear, this user and girlkisser13 are the same person.)

the user then responded at 4:38 PM. note that her main account, girlkisser13, replied to my message at 4:42 PM. (less than 5 minutes apart.) classic. (dates and times are included right under the text.)

if it wasn’t obvious by now, this person has been harassing me from their alt while pretending to be an innocent bystander on their main account. it’s like they’re playing both sides—using one account to send nasty messages and the other to act like they have no clue what’s going on. it’s honestly ridiculous and kind of sad at this point. (you will most likely have to zoom in to read the screenshots.)

you get the idea: this account goes off on personal jabs, claiming i have some need for control and a massive ego just because i refused to take the post down. i defended myself (obviously), but then she decided to accuse me of being jealous. (???)

i’ve made it clear SO many times—the post stays up for accountability. but no, she’s built up this entire fictional scenario where i’m obsessed with who’s getting more notes or attention. i promise you, i literally could not care less.

every single message is her droning on about “jealousy” or my supposed "ego and control issues," but never once acknowledging the actual point. it’s about holding people accountable for their actions. this isn’t a competition or a takedown—it's about transparency and honesty in the community. and to try and reduce it to some petty jealousy battle? that’s honestly ridiculous and completely out of touch.

like, she’s sitting there imagining i’m losing sleep over someone’s follower count on tumblr of all places. does she even realize how absurd that sounds? i'm a high school student who posts fanfic maybe once a month in a small fandom. tumblr is not my life, and there's definitely nothing here for me to be jealous of.

i don’t care how well someone is doing, i care about transparency and keeping things honest in the community. now, let’s address the obvious here. it’s super weird for another account to be going so hard defending a situation they supposedly have no part in. like, who does that? no one would go to these lengths unless they were personally connected, right? i brought up this whole issue in these screenshots below:

funny how they only stopped harassing me once i mentioned, at the end of my paragraph, that i’d happily make this public. up until that point, it was nonstop. i kept pressing them on whether they were connected to girlkisser13 (and if you somehow forgot—yes, this account and girlkisser13 are the exact same person). it was obvious, but i just wanted them to admit it.

it was around this time that i decided to message her main account, girlkisser13, to clear things up. i figured it was best to go straight to the source and get some clarification, but of course, things only got more suspicious from there.

SECTION 3: Ongoing harassment just a heads-up to pay attention to the account names at the top so you know who I'm messaging.

i like how i don't even have to comment on this part lmao. i sent the situation to girlkisser13 at 11:01 PM, and then at 11:39 PM, their other account decides to confront me about it.

anyways, i tried to get some honest answers from girlkisser13, but it was all just denial. at the very least, i asked her to reach out to the "other user" to stop the harassment.

at this point, girlkisser13 decided to backtrack and throw in an apology. i mean, i still firmly believed they were the same person, but honestly? i was just so exhausted from the whole ordeal that i thought, “whatever, let’s just agree and move on.”

SECTION 4: The Slip Up: GirlKisser13's Attempt at Damage Control

almost immediately after the conversation shown before, i received 13 messages TOTAL in my inbox, all in rapid succession, so obviously, they were all from the same person. i won't show them all because they're essentially the same. each one harassed me about my plagiarism post still being up, mentioning girlkisser13, and accusing me of jealousy in the same short, lowercase writing style. i brought this issue up to girlkisser13.

the first slip-up happened when I received a message from her alternate account, multifandombisexual13. up until that point, all the messages had come through anonymously, but it seems she forgot to enable the anonymous option this time.

shortly after, i got a message in the same style from her main account, girlkisser13. need i say more?

so, naturally, i sent the screenshot over to her main account, just to see what she'd say. and what did i get in return? excuse after excuse. it was honestly kind of impressive how quickly she could come up with new stories to cover her tracks. each response was more outlandish than the last, trying to justify what was blatantly obvious.

my brother sent that message!" yes—because your brother just happens to have access to your account. yes, because your brother happens to also be on tumblr, spending his time catching up on the latest percy jackson fanfiction drama... 💀 the sheer absurdity of it all. the pathological lying is honestly embarrassing at this point.

and, of course, the apologies only start rolling in after she's been caught—clearly just an attempt to redirect the drama and save face.

embarrassing...

SECTION 5: FINAL THOUGHTS—My Brain Hurts

in conclusion, this user does not deserve a platform on this app. she has failed to learn from her past mistakes and has clung to an incident that happened over FOUR MONTHS AGO. it’s time for accountability in our community.

harassment and deception have no place in spaces dedicated to creativity and expression. when individuals prioritize personal vendettas over respect and integrity, they tarnish the very essence of what fandom is meant to be.

it’s crucial that we foster an environment where originality is celebrated and where creators feel safe to share their work without fear of retaliation or harassment.

i highly encourage you to read everything i’ve shared and form your own opinion on the incident, but now you know my point of view.

ADDRESSING COMMON QUESTIONS

1. Isn’t this just a personal dispute?

while this situation is personal to me, it reflects broader issues within our fandoms. it’s not just about my experience; it’s about creating a community that values respect and integrity. we should all feel safe to share our work without fear of harassment or plagiarism. no one should feel comfortable stealing others' hard work or bullying creators into silence.

2. Why are some of the photos lower quality than others?

tumblr has a 30-photo limit, which meant i had to manually combine certain screenshots in a photo editor to get everything in. i also wanted to save space to make sure the most important screenshots could be posted in their highest quality. this is especially noticeable in the banter between me and her alternate account (see Section 2).

3. Why didn’t you just take down the post like she asked? Are you really jealous of her like she accused you of?

• absolutely not. i kept the post up for accountability. this was never about ego, jealousy, or a desire for control, as she accused me of—it’s about making sure people are aware of what happened and holding someone responsible for their actions. removing the post would allow her to escape the consequences of her behavior, which isn’t fair to me or anyone else she may target in the future. trying to turn this into a jealousy issue is a distraction tactic, and honestly, it’s irrelevant to the conversation. it’s not about followers or popularity—it’s about principles. 4. Why make this public? • because i gave her chances to handle this privately, and she chose to continue the harassment. this could have ended quietly, but she made the decision to escalate it. i’m not going to stay silent about someone who continues to lie, harass, and try to manipulate others.

5. Is it really that big of a deal?

yes. i know this whole situation is a bit silly, but plagiarism and harassment are serious issues, whether they happen online or in real life. it’s not just about fanfiction; it’s about respecting people’s work and holding individuals accountable when they cross boundaries.

to wrap this up, if you have any questions or concerns about the situation, feel free to reach out to me. i’ve tried to lay everything out as clearly as possible while trying to get this information out as quickly as possible, but i’m open to any clarifications or further discussion. i honestly don’t know how far this will reach or how many people will see it, but I think it’s important to at least try. for accountability’s sake, i’m tagging all the fandoms she’s active in, so all people can be aware of what’s been happening. hopefully, this will help set a standard in our community for respecting each other’s work and holding people accountable when they cross the line. i understand that some may want to defend her, but it’s crucial to consider the pattern of behavior exhibited. defending someone who has repeatedly shown disrespect for others’ work can enable harmful actions. i encourage people to look at the evidence and form their own opinions rather than simply siding with someone based on personal feelings.

thank you for your time!! ©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Mz. Bitch's Masterlist

Started: 2/24/24 Last updated: 1/15/24

Due to inline link limits, please click on the story name to start reading and follow the chapter links. Thanks little darlings! Love y'all!

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes *One shots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You +parts Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher +parts The Boss +parts I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout +parts Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man Zhihn moya Flirty A Bumpy Ride +parts Fire! Lots of Love +parts Things Are Not As They Seem It's Been a Long, Long Time La Muerte Deja Vu Soldat Blood and...Balsam? An Evening Stroll *Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win? Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since.  His father has had enough and sells him to the circus.  The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be. Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by.  The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight.  Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love.  She has a proposition for him. Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her.  But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband.  Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects?  Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help… The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants.  So why does this fallen angel tempt him so?  You cannot serve two masters.  Will he choose God, or his heart? Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of.  A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has.  Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island.  Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive.  But is he really alone? The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up.  A few times.  Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought. Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.  The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people.  Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from.  Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again.  If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people.  With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people?  Can a monster have a heart? Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight.  Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted.  While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner.  Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option.  Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise.  Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world.  But he’s not the boss.  Just the face of the Family. 

A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world.  They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them.  When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds.  But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people.  After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.

Sugar & Spicy Books **Finished Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

Peter Parker *One shots Emotional *Short Series Tasty **Finished Peter just wanted to have one night of fun.  Then that night of fun almost killed him.  Now it won’t stop haunting him.  And he’s loving it. 

*Series The Young Duke **Finished Queen Y/N is running out of time.  At 35 years old she has to marry and make an heir to the throne, but all suitors so far have been unsatisfactory in one way or another.  Duke Peter Parker is the young Duke of Queensland, and his family is on the brink of ruin due to his parents’ failures and famines throughout the years.  He needs to find an advantageous marriage to save his family’s estate, so when an invitation from the Crown comes, he jumps at the opportunity.  Will it be a match?

Steve Rogers *Oneshot Sex Pollen

*Series My Queen **Finished Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother.  He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?

Fortuna Major **Finished Steve Rogers came home from World War II shell shocked and overwhelmed by the place he once called home.  After losing his mother he and his injured best friend Bucky decide to find a quieter, slower way of life to heal from the war.  They head out west until they hit Fortuna, California, and get jobs in the lumber industry.  Steve comes across a local lodging for miners and lumber workers, and falls head over heels for the female owner who takes no man’s shit. 

Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company

*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Actors

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2023

yeyeyeye i'm so excited to be doing this a second year in a row <3 especially since there are now 300+ more of you than last year (absolute insanity btw). lets get this nondenominational celebration started!!

bonus: i'm going to try and include a short playlist with every story :) lets get these vibes rolling

DAY 1 Frostbite | Steve Rogers (eta. dec 1)

DAY 2 Caroling | Elijah Mikaelson (eta. dec 3)

DAY 3 Cabin Fever | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 5)

DAY 4 Mistletoe | Loki Laufeyson (eta. dec 7)

DAY 5 Decorating the Tree | JJ Maybank (eta. dec 9)

DAY 6 Christmas Tree Farm | James T. Kirk (eta. dec 11)

DAY 7 Ice Skating | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 13)

DAY 8 Sleigh Ride | Castiel (eta. dec 15)

DAY 9 Hot Cocoa | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 17)

DAY 10 Snow Chase | Klaus Mikaelson (eta. dec 19)

DAY 11 Starlight | Peter Parker (eta. dec 20)

DAY 12 Secret Santa | Stiles Stilinski (eta. dec 21)

DAY 13 Sugar and Spice | Bucky Barnes (eta. dec 22)

DAY 14 Winter Ball | Kol Mikaelson (eta. dec 23)

DAY 15 Scarf | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 24)

｡ TAGGING MUTUALS @mayfieldss @wholoveseggs @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken @muffinbeliever @bonesnplywood @foxherder @artyandink @fitzs-trained-monkey @wickedlyemma

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Vampire Things

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MCU AU (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Sudo-sequel to Feeling Used

Summary: You feel at peace with the Avengers thanks to Wanda Maximoff. But what happens when your feelings run deep for her?

Word Count: 3.1K

Content Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Hydra if you squint

Special thanks to everyone who voted on the poll ❤️

It's been about eight months since Wanda Maximoff, and you became best friends.

What started out as her saving you from a nightmare to watch TV and play twenty questions about your abilities has blossomed into so much more. She's been there for everything. Your training, bad days, and acclimating you to living in the U.S. with help from the others as well.

Natasha rolls her eyes as you and Wanda come running into the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear. "Jesus, you'd think we have children around here." She mumbles to Peter, who looks up from his textbook, a little afraid. "But I- I am a child..." The Seventeen-year-old states, making Natasha lift her head from her phone and look over Peter.

"Hmm, oh yeah."

Without saying another word, The Black Widow gets up and puts her dishes in the sink, walking past the two of you while leaving Peter confused.

You look over to Peter as Wanda focuses on gathering snacks for your movie marathon of Lord of the Rings. Wanda, having never finished them and you having never seen them only made sense. Plus, whatever to get Bucky to shut the hell up about the books. "Don't mind Natasha Peter. She just misses Maria."

Peter looks to you.

"How do you know?" You smile and walk towards the boy. You point to your ears. "Hearing her heartbeat gives it away. She was texting Maria." Peter makes an oh face. "That's kinda cool." Peter decides and gives you a smile.

You smile back and almost laugh when you remember that there was a point when Peter was afraid of you. Being a Vampire isn't exactly the easiest thing to be.

"Be careful, Peter, don't keep filling her ego!"

You playfully roll your eyes when Wanda decides to speak up. "Don't pressure the kid Maximoff!" You yell back to Peter's amusement. The youngling loves being around you and Wanda. He often times feels like a younger brother to the two of you, especially when Pietro gets involved.

You turn around and head back to Wanda, who eyes you and then looks to Peter. "So whatcha doing, Peter?"

"Wanda." You interject, knowing what she's doing. But she ignores you as you round the kitchen island to stand next to her. Peter looks from you to Wanda and swallows his nerves. "Just some homework. Ya- know it's important and all!" The kid begins moving his leg a thousand miles an hour, much to Wanda's delight.

"Oh my god! Quit torturing him."

You send your thoughts to Wanda, who turns to you with an arms full of junk food and candy. Most of which you had never had until Wanda introduced you to them. You decided sour candy was your favorite. Chocolate was Wandas.

"It's just a little funny."

You shake your head at Wanda's actions.

You see, since you and the witch have gotten closer and closer, it's been noticed amongst the other crime fighters you live with. However, no one stupidly had the nerve to say anything except for a teenager dressed in red and blue.

It was innocent, honestly. Peter was joining the Avengers for a Friday night dinner—Gilmore Girls style. When you and Wanda showed up late with messy hair and comfy clothes, no one batted an eye, mainly because they knew you and Wanda had a knack for taking afternoon naps after a mission.

But Peter didn't know that.

So when you and Wanda sat down and apologized for being late, he made a comment along the lines of "at least you two make a cute couple."

Everyone froze, not knowing how to approach the situation until Wanda broke the tension with a giggle—making everyone laugh. Like I said. Everyone laughed except you.

What Peter said only made the feelings you had as of late grow and shrink in a matter of seconds. Your constant battle for whether it was right or wrong to fall for your best friend was now seemingly squashed when Wanda laughed at the idea.

She liked the joke so much she had now used it as a means of playful torture towards the boy.

But your feelings remained.

Since being saved, one person has been by your side.

Most days, you wake up by their side and smile at the thought of them being around forever with you. You look at her as if she was a goddess. You get lost in her eyes and smile when you see her smile. Everything she does, you watch her do with a soft heart-shaped gaze.

You were in love with Wanda Maximoff.

"Detka?"

You hummed and looked over to your best friend. "Yeah?" Wanda looked you over and tilted her head a little worried. "You okay? I called your name multiple times." Wanda's face was filled with worry. "Sorry. Got lost in my head." You made a believable smile and laughed. "Vampire things." You joked at the excuse Pitero uses all the time when he doesn't understand why you do or do not do something a certain way.

Wanda nodded along and smiled as if she believed you. "Alright. Here." She handed you a bag of chips. "Help me." You picked up a few more things and started following Wanda out. The two of you saying bye to a very thankful Peter Parker.

When you got to the elevator, you laughed at the sound of Peters's heartbeat finally slowing down.

Once in Wanda's room, the Sokovian didn't have to pry into your mind to know that something was bothering you.

Maybe bothering wasn't the right word.

But whatever it was, Wanda could tell it was loud in your head.

That's the way things have been for a couple of months now. Wanda would notice how you often you'd fall in and out of your own head. Getting trapped by the loud thoughts, Wanda wouldn't dare to invade. She only went into your head to help you with your nightmares. She even did it more times than you knew of.

So Wanda would wait for you to come to her. But you didn't. And things would go back to normal between the two of you.

But as the two of you sat on the bed, ready to watch Lord of the Rings, Wanda decided to say something.

"Y/N.."

You looked over to your right as Wanda anxiously bit her lip. "What's up?" You cautiously held her left hand. "Is something wrong?" You asked, running your tongue over your pointed fangs. A nervous habit you had yet to break.

When your eyes locked onto hers, not only could you feel your heartbeat rapidly increase. But you could feel the beats of Wanda's as she nervously decided to ask: "Is everything okay?"

Wanda tightly wrapped her fingers around your own. "Yeah... I believe so." You answered without much conviction.

Wanda frowned. "I can tell somethings bothering you." You sighed. "It's fine." You smiled and squeezed Wanda's hand before moving your attention to the black screen of the paused movie.

Wanda knew you were lying.

"Y/N. You can tell me. I promise to listen. You can trust me." She says with a hint of sadness. Almost like she's afraid that you couldn't trust her. "Wanda..." You swallow and look to your left, away from her.

Do you tell her the truth?

You bit your bottom lip, allowing your fangs to stick out and glide along your skin.

If you weren't so in your head, you would've noticed the increase in Wanda's heartbeat and how her skin seemed to heat up under your touch.

"I- I know I can trust you, Wands..." You look back to your best friend with the green eyes of the girl you've fallen for. "It's just... complicated."

"Okay.." Wanda nods. "It's okay. You can tell me."

Wanda doesn't want to give up. Neither of you do when you need each other.

"I know I can tell you. I trust you more than anyone, but-"

"But what?" Wanda interrupts, gripping her hand around yours harder, moving so she's more in front of you. Blocking the movie that will never be played. Her eyes searching yours.

You look back at her and worry if it'll be for the last time.

Wanda's head fills with thoughts of you, and she worries if she's done something wrong.

"Tell me..." Wanda pleads with a whisper.

"Wanda-"

"Tell me!"

"I'm in love with you!"

The second those words fall from your lips, the AI system alerts Wanda's room in the compound that a sudden mission is about to take place—wheels up in 10 minutes.

You stare at the Sokovain's eyes, and they don't give you any indication of what Wanda is feeling. All you know is that it hurts when you feel Wanda loosen her grip on your hand. You swallow and slowly pull away.

You decide not to listen to Wanda's heartbeat and instead distract yourself by preparing for the mission.

You delicately get up from Wanda's bed and make your way to the door, feeling unsure of where the two of you stand. You don't want to look back, but you must when a red mist stops you from leaving.

"Wanda..." Her name comes out in a calm, defeated tone.

Her body sits still, but her face contorts into one of confusion. Her eyes pool with tears above the red glow of her iris. And then... they fade, and the mist dissipates as she looks up at you. "Y/N..."

"Wanda, we don't have to-"

"You love me?" Those three words come out of her cracking throat. You watch a tear fall down her cheek before reacting and moving to sit in front of her.

Wanda watches you approach and take her hands in yours.

"I do. I do love you, Wanda." You want to say more. But you don't know what. Would you say you're sorry for falling for your best friend? Would you tell her that she's the reason you're even still an Avenger?

You don't know. So you leave it at that as Wanda looks at you.

This time, Wanda removes her hand from your hold before slightly raising it. "Ma- May I?" Wanda asks permission to enter your mind. Wanda wants to the extent of your love. She wants to know why or how you fell for her. Because truth be told, Wanda can't believe it. She's never had someone confess to her before.

You trust Wanda with all your heart. So you take her hand and place it above your head. "Go ahead."

Wanda thanks you and closes her eyes as thin red lines of Wanda's magic extend themselves from her as they enter your mind. You're always too sleepy or focused on your panic attack from a nightmare that you've never really felt what it's like for Wanda to enter your mind, but it makes the ends of your lips curl up. It's ticklish.

You watch Wanda smile and laugh at what you assume to be memories between the two of you. You wish you could see exactly what she's looking at in this moment, but you're just happy to be sharing how you see the witch with Wanda herself.

You feel the magic begin to decrease in your mind, and you watch as Wanda's smile grows before she opens her green eyes back to you. Her hand returning to her lap. Wanda opens her mouth but closes it immediately.

"Is... is that really how you see me, detka?" Wanda asks shyly with a tilt of her head. "Every day." You answer. Wanda smiles and gives you her hand to hold. Her thumb rubbing over yours.

"I remember... I remember the first night you came into my room." Wanda smiles, and you look at her confused before thinking she probably saw that memory. "You were nervous and shy." She states the obvious before pausing. "...I love you too, Y/N. I didn't need to look into your mind to know how I feel about you. I just wanted to see how you feel that way about me.."

The last sentence catches you off guard.

"Wanda..." You see another tear fall, and within a second, you are holding Wanda in your arms. Her head is in the crook of your neck. You let her silently cry for a few moments.

When Wanda finally sniffles and pulls away, you move your hands up to her face and hold her. You wipe away the tear tracks and find yourself nervous to be this close to Wanda. You hear a spike in Wanda's heartbeat as your soft hands brush her skin, making you look up from her lips to her eyes.

"Can I?"

"Please," Wanda telepathically replies. You brush over her cheeks one more time before you move into her. Gently and carefully, your lips touch. Wanda feels and tastes better than you ever imagined. Her soft lips push against yours until you both separate.

No additional words are said or unsaid when you and Wanda collide with each other again. This time, the kiss is rougher and more urgent. Wanda loves how you feel and marvels at the way your breath feels on her mouth. She wants more of you, and you want more of her so much so that- "Ow!"

In the blink of an eye, you backed away from Wanda and felt your beating heart break at the sight of Wanda's bleeding lip.

Her hand flew up to her mouth before she looked at you. You who was wearing a horrified look. "Oh my God, Wanda! I'm so sorry!!" Wanda, with wide eyes, looked at the blood on her finger. "Is this from-" Wanda looked up, and you knew what had caused this. You lifted your lip for her to get a look at your right fang.

No longer red.

"I didn't mean to Wands!" You had a sad look as you begged for Wanda to listen to you. But she knew. "It's okay." She licked her lip and felt okay when she didn't wince. "Y/N, I'm fine." You didn't want to hear it, though. "No, Wanda, I hurt you.." Your voice cracked.

This one was one of the many reasons why telling Wanda the truth about your feelings wouldn't be good. You could always hurt her.

Wanda saw you spiraling and getting trapped in your head again. She went to reach out to you but stopped. A light bulb went off above her head. Regardless of what territory you and Wanda were in right now, she could now do what she had wanted to do before.

Wanda leaned over and removed your hands from your face before she pushed you down onto the bed as her lips smashed into yours once again. You tried to stop Wanda, but she knew you would. So, as she laid kiss after kiss on your lips, you found your hands were stopped by a red mist of magic before they could even touch Wanda.

Suddenly you felt very hot.

"Wanda..." You bit back a moan as Wanda lifted herself off of you. "Y/N." She replied with a smile. "You don't hurt me." She said when you didn't answer. You sighed as you looked over Wanda's lip. "But-"

"Y/N, stop," Wanda warned. "Look at me. I'm fine. If we're going to start dating, then this is going to happen."

Wanda was right. Accidents with your pointed teeth were going to happen. Mostly because you were never close enough to anyone like Wanda before. You never had to be friendly or gentle to people if your fangs were going to be involved.

You were made to be a monster, but Wanda never saw you as that.

"And... I kinda liked it." Wanda blushed when you looked into her eyes. "It felt good being... feeling your teeth. Being marked by you."

Your brain crashed.

"Did you like it... the taste of me?" Wanda asked that, on the surface, would appear as an innocent question. But it was burning her on the inside. Wanda needed to know if you felt what she did.

You nodded. "You tasted better than I ever could have imagined.." Your hands found Wanda's face again. Wanda started to lean in. "I only need and want you." Your mouth opened as Wanda closed her eyes, her lips finding your neck-

"Hey guys- Oh my God!"

You pulled back while Wanda pushed the top half of her body off of you as you both turned to see Peter in his Spider-Man suit staring at the two of you. Jaw dropped. "I- I'm sorr- Wait, how long- No! I- Cap said to get you."

Peter continued to stumble and flail over his words until he managed to say: "Quinjet. Downstairs. Now!"

You and Wanda watched Peter leave red in the face. "Well, cats outta the bag," Wanda said, making you laugh. "I never understood that phrase. What cat? Why was it in the bag? It doesn't make sense." Wanda tilted her head before smiling. "The Vampire just said that." Wanda giggled as you rolled your eyes, and even though you were needed for a mission, you and the witch didn't move.

"Wanda, what happens between us now." You rubbed your hands up and down her arms. "Now..." She leaned down to be on top of you again. "Detka, I'd like to be your girlfriend."

"Really?" Wanda laughed at your surprised look. "If you saw how I see you, Y/N, you wouldn't be surprised."

"Maybe later." Wanda nodded and added. "After the mission. But for now." Wanda leaned into you and put her lips next to your ear. "I want you to kiss me." You turned your head to her and placed your lips on Wanda's and her small cut. The pain that came with it morphed into pleasure.

"I want to feel you," Wanda spoke in a whisper when your lips separated. "But-"

"You could never hurt me. I trust you and all your Vampire Things." Wanda's lips curled upward as yours did the same. "Let's save it till after the mission. I can hear Cap making his way here." Wanda groaned, having to get up.

"Fine. But after I have a talk with Spider-Boy, I want to sit down and kiss my girlfriend and watch Lord of the Rings."

"Girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend."

A/N: Enjoy this instead of getting your hearts broken

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Happy Reading

[allllium]

I'm getting a tiny bit inspired to write a vampire fic 😮

However, I don't wanna do vampire reader (nothing wrong with it but I see it a lot 😭)

soooo who, out of all the characters I write, should it be?

[supercap2319]

"Peter? Peter you have to listen to me." Y/N began as the other male looked at him, a wild and hungry look in his eyes. Strolled right up to him and looked Y/N in the eyes. His voice was smooth and calm, just a bit husky.

"You're not afraid. You're going to stay still and not scream."

Y/N heard Peter's voice in his head. It was like some sort of force was making him comply with his words. He nods his head and stands still.

Peter runs a finger over his neck and teases it. "Not going to hurt you, Y/N. Just going to take a quick bite." Peter opened his mouth and Y/N watched him front teeth grow and expanded until they were as sharp as tiger teeth, his eyes turned red before he leaned down and kissed and sucked on Y/N's neck as he just stood still and let him do it, trying not to groan.

That's when he felt it. The sharp pain in his neck as Peter sank his fangs into his neck and drank from him. He gasped and whimpers slightly as he wants to reach up and grasp Peter's soft hair, but he can't.

Peter pulled back as he looked at Y/N, mouth bloody. "You can touch me now." He bit him again as Y/N reached up and grabbed his soft brown locks as he held tight and moaned.

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio]

you just want to get miguel out of his head. he’d be a brat at first, too proud to let someone else take care of him, thinks deep down that he doesn’t deserve it, so you show him, edge him, tell him that he doesn’t get to come until he begs for it, until he behaves, until he says that he’s been a good boy, and it takes time, but by the end there’s tears on his cheeks, he’s oversensitive, and desperate to come, and you coo and keep praising him, telling him he’s doing such a good job, being such a good boy, that he finally let’s himself go and begs to come, says whatever you want, as long as you let him come, please he’s been good like you wanted so can he come, and you praise him all the more, tell him of course, because he’s such a good boy, because he deserves to feel good

he cries when he comes and you hold him, and when he starts to become embarrassed, you tell him there’s no need, and you’d happily help him get into that space again, that he deserves to be able to relax, let go, get into a subspace if he can and wants too... after all, he does make a very good boy

[lxinesux]

god.

this vampire reader is bi and unhinged.

i kinda wanna bring wanda into this bc shes become a blorbo and i love nothing more than good ol self indulgence

like the idea of vampire!reader losing peter and wanda getting turned bc shes so afraid of being immortal and alone? and wanda doesn’t want to die.

it doesn’t start out as a romantic or sexual relationship but as years of loneliness pass lines become blurry and boundaries soften. reader has needs and lets wanda have her way bc she needs the intimacy and also like…women are hot lol

wanda falls in love with reader but reader isnt over peter. wanda uses her magic to ‘turn�� into peter sometimes bc she’d rather be hurt and have reader than to not have them at all.

wanda convinces herself this is love and it’s just a matter of time, they’ve spent lifetimes together, sometimes reader even makes love to wanda when she isn’t wearing peters skin. they lay with each other and do things a real couple does. and maybe reader even starts to feel comfortable and considers wandas feelings.

and then peter comes back and asghdasa

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Tasty- Chapter 3

Summary:  Peter just wanted to have one night of fun.  Then that night of fun almost killed him.  Now it won’t stop haunting him.  And he’s loving it.  *Curvy/plus size, female reader Warnings: mostly smut with plot, some physical pain

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Peter could feel her watching him randomly throughout the next few weeks.  His spider senses were on overdrive as he went to work then patrolled at night and on the weekends.  It was like she was there, but not physically there, a wisp of a shadow at the corner of his peripheral vision that he couldn’t quite catch.  He started getting letters of full payment and forgiven debts, each one brightening his mood and lifting his spirits.  He also found things left at his door, such as incriminating photos taken of the people he was fighting or investigating during his Spiderman hours, and once a criminal was dropped in his lap, literally, while he gave chase, both he and the criminal looking very perplexed at how they ended up that way.  It was very strange, being taken care of in a way.  But it was coming up on a month since he’d last seen her, and he knew the debt had to be paid soon.  She would be coming for him, and the anticipation was killing him.

Peter came home one Friday night feeling her the moment he stepped foot into his apartment.  He sighed heavily as he dropped his keys in the bowl by the door, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag on the floor.  “Hey Y/N,” he called out.

She seemed to materialize out of nowhere sitting at the kitchen table.  “Hey handsome,” she said seductively.  

Peter watched her warily as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.  He chugged it all down before turning to her.  “Well…let’s get this over with.”

“You should eat something,” Y/N said nonchalantly.  

“I ate earlier,” Peter said. 

“Are you sure?” she asked.  She seemed concerned for once, all her regular bravado melting away.  Peter was surprised at the change, giving her an odd look.  “Alright,” Y/N shrugged and walked towards his bedroom.

She gestured for him to sit against the headboard like before.  Peter hesitated, his fight or flight kicking in, but trudged over to his bed, taking off his jacket and his pants so he would be comfortable as he passed out.  “And your shirt,” Y/N said quietly.  He pulled it off as he crawled up his bed and sat back against the headboard.  Y/N waited for him to get comfortable before crawling up towards him.  She straddled his lap like she did the night they met and set her hands on his shoulders.

Peter was tense as he kept his gaze down at her legs.  “Relax, Peter,” Y/N massaged his shoulders.  “I told you I would make it so it doesn’t hurt.”

“How?” Peter said, finally meeting her gaze.

“Well, we had lots of fun that first night,” she said, her hands sliding up to his neck and cradling his head.  “Didn’t you have fun, Peter?”

“I–” he started then gasped as she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth.  He gawked at her when she pulled back.

“You’re so handsome when you cum,” Y/N’s fingers scratched the nape of his neck and up into his hair.  “Let me make you feel good, and you won’t even notice until I’m done.”

Peter wanted to say no.  He felt pretty betrayed by her after that first night for taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state to feed.  But the pleasure had been so good.  And he didn’t want it to hurt like it did the first time.  He felt himself nodding as his hands gripped her thighs.

“Good boy,” Y/N praised him.  She started kissing all over his face, from the side of his mouth to his cheeks to his nose, until she finally took pity and kissed his lips.  Peter immediately responded, his head angling to the side to deepen the kiss and his tongue tasting her.  It was just as exciting as the first time and distracted him from the reason she was here.  She started to grind down on his hips, making him moan into her mouth, his hands looping around her back and pulling her closer to him.  

Y/N’s kisses became more frenzied and she moved to lick and suck on his neck.  Peter tensed again, waiting for the impending bite, but she continued to only lick and suck, then moved to nibble on his ear.  Her hands smoothed down his chest like she was exploring every curve of his body.  “My good boy,” she whispered in his ear.  Her voice was in his head, clouding his judgment and making him delirious with lust.  “My handsome, good boy.  Smell so good…”  His whole body started to relax and he could feel a light scratch against his throat that didn’t hurt but was like a sweet burning sensation, the heat spreading through his skin slowly like embers.  He felt her lick him heavily against the column of his throat, causing a cooling effect this time that tingled against the slow burn.  “Tasty boy,” she muttered against his skin.  He felt a pressure against his throat but no sharp pain as he heard her sucking from him.

Peter sighed as his hands started to slip away from her and his body slumped.  His head leaned against her cheek as she continued drinking from him.  Whatever it was she had done made it feel like he was just slowly falling asleep.  Y/N helped him nestle down into his bed, his body feeling heavier by the second.  As his consciousness started to get hazy he felt her release him and lick his neck again.  She stroked her fingers through his hair and kissed his nose before he slipped into oblivion.

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Chapter 2

BENNETT HOUSE 🏡

Stiles drop you off home the light on Bonnie's and grams off you assumed they were asleep and you silently go into your room and you see your window open .

" werid i always close it " you put your phone charging

you don't know what happened, next thing you know that someone covering your mouth an arm around your waist and pull you into bathroom you try to kick and scream and your slam against hard surface and it's warm .

"I'm not going to hurt just stay quiet" the voice sound oddly familiar .

you can hear your chest pounding and you try to take steady breath .the person turn you face him .

" Derek " you confused panicked state quickly change into anger " what the hell are you doing here ? how did you even get here ???did you anything to family "

you close the only gap between you without even realising.

Derek didn't say anything only gazing at your eyes and he look back around you but you didn't move your eyes from him

" clam down i didn't do anything to anyone " he said in annoyed voice .you look at him confused anger slowly dying down "I'm here because Scott is going to turn tomorrow and he can't go the party .he is going kill someone even worse he might kill you ." he's eyes flash blue your too shocked to say anything

when he start walk out the bathroom but you put your hand on his chest to stop " wait what Stiles said is true ?'" but Derek doesn't say anything then you notice your where your hand is " sorry " he node at you and now you grab his arm " just hold on you can't just drop the bomb and run away ....wait are you the one that killing people now " you narrow your eyes at him

he glare at you " no there is something out here that killing the people and it's not me " before you can say anything he is gone .

It's been an hectic day as soon as your head hit the pillow you fall asleep.After some time your mind and body is relaxed everything was dead silent . It was a pure bliss.

Loud everything was loud so suddenly, you can hear sounds of what you assume thoughts of other and it was getting so loud.

You felt like your floating in a dark space. There is so many voice speaking at same time it was getting louder and louder.

red mist flow around rooms and walls the walls every small object in the room start leaving own it's own

You squirm in your bed. Whimpering when your head start to hurt, you jerk your heads to sides telling it stop, praying the nightmare to stop And when you open your eyes you can see so many faces and their voice but they were not movie their mouth. suddenly you're hit with so many emotions and voices become so loud

Everything was in fast pace , so many faces and so may faces and it's was getting louder and louder t's looks like your seeing them through a mirror.

Your back is arching from the bed hands gripping the sheets like it's the only thing thats keeping you there .

You close your eyes hoping it's all fade away , in your mind you could see Scott and stiles smiling at you, grams and bonnie and you having breakfast smiling all the time.

the slowly turn into blue mist and the objects levating

back to it's places. eting go your grip You flot in there try to block out the voices in your head blue colour glow surround yourself and your room. You could feel your self settling back in your bed gently.

At same time stiles and Scott awake looking around. Stiles grab his phone.

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 : 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩  𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥 ?

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 :𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝. 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤?

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 : 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚.

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 : 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 : 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 .

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 : 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 : 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨.

HIGH SCHOOL 🏫

the class starts but you where to busy thinking about what Derek said you glance at scott

" what ?" he mouths when he see you look at him you shook your head at him .

" The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett ?" tanner point his finger at bonnie .

" Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot." bonnie answer while looking at you , you give her thumbs up

" Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett. Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?" tanner state bonnie looks embarassed

what the hell dude you whisper

" It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it." Matt reply

" Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"

"I'm sorry, I--I don't know."elena tell him

" I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break." tanner state

you , Stiles and Scott look at eachother like what the hell is problem

" There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians." the new guy tell

" That's correct. Mister...?"

" Salvatore."

" Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here "

"Distant."

" Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle.

Stefan: Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner."

outside the when the class ends you ,Scott and stiles meet bonnie and her friend.

"man this is first time the nerd of class actually get appreciated " stiles said as clasp his hands on stefans shoulder.

you shake your head " don't mind him but it was good to put him in the place . " you give stefan a smile and he smile back .

"we never actually meet I'm Scott " scott shake his hands with stefan and he look at stefan a little longer, before continuing

" this is stiles and this is a stary i picked from the road side " Scott put you in headlock as he introduced all of you and you roll your eyes at Scott.

Stefan let out laugh it's not mocking kind " y/n i know bonnie told me about you "

"all good things I hope " yoh shoot bonnie a suspicious look. she give you the famous really y/n look back at you.

stefan give you small smile " yeah all good "

you glance at his ring which odd looking you open stefan also see you glance at his ring your mouth to say something but alison and lydia shout your name from where they stand making you turn to them. and they motion you to come closer

" I think that's my sign to leave " you give them small smile.

"are you coming to the party tonight? " stefan ask you suddenly out nowhere surprising everyone there. elena give stefan a look and bonnie throw a curious glance.

" maybe?" you walk to where alison and lydia standing.

"hi guys "

alison give you small smile "hi y/n"

" what were you saying to schools new hot guy over there? " lydia ask with mischievous smrik on her face.

you Scrunched your nose " really? "

" even though I love to see you with other than with Scott and stiles. I don't think it would work out seeing the way elena kept eyes on you and him watching like hawk " lydia mutter

you eyes wide with amusement " no she didn't "

" yes she did it was funny " alison adds and you all broke into a laugh.

" well how is you and Scott doing all good I think because I can't handle his whiny ass ? "

alison blush at mention of him " well we are going on date tonight at the party and we'll see how it's go "

"word of advise take things slow talk to each other" lydia state.

" yeah and I'm saying this not because I'm his friend but Scott means well , he would be good to you he means no harm and he clearly likes you , he can be an idiot some times and make dumb decision. all you have to talk and figure out . communication is the key right " you said knowing very well at some point they will have to know about the everything happening.

" for someone who never had relationship you know a lot about love " lydia tease you.

" for the sake of our friendship I'll pretend that i just didn't hear you saying I don't have love life which I'm both proud and embarrassed "

STILINSKI HOUSE 🏠

After practice, Stiles headed straight for his bedroom, where he began researching Werewolves on his computer. His online search starts with articles on Lycaon, said to be the first Werewolf, and moves on to articles about wolfsbane. Some time later, Stiles moves on to reading an old, battered book titled The History of Lycanthropy, before going back to the computer and searching online for articles about silver as a weakness of Werewolves. Finally, Stiles, looking concerned about what he's read so far, prints out an old sketch of a Hunter aiming a crossbow at a transformed Werewolf.

you open his door unannounced and barge in startled Stiles start to close his maccbook upon seeing it's only you he let out a breath ." close the door "

you do as he told and start to pace around his room think how to tell him about Derek and you're now fully sure that Scott is turning into wolf.

when he didn't hear anything from you he stop his research and turn to you .

" what wrong ?? " he ask now giving you his full attention.

" if i tell you , you'll think I am crazy " you let out humourless laugh .

Stiles shake his head " come on you can tell me "

" i think Scott turn into a wolf or werewolf " you put your hands on your hip and close your eyes waiting for him laugh at you

" i think too" he stand up and bring you his chair showing you his research

" whoa you're have your dectectivie cap on " you go through his notes and search bars .

" how did you find out ?" Stiles ask as he take book from the desk and skim through it .

"Derek told me "the book fall out his hand as he look at with wide eyes "and he is also a werewolf" you don't pay him mind a silence fall upon you .

Suddenly, the sound of knocking at Stiles' door startles him and you Stiles thinks for a moment on what to do next, ultimately closing you close his as he MacBook and walking over to open his bedroom door. When he finds Scott and in the doorway, he sighs in relief before allowing and Scott entry

" Get in."

Scott walks into Stiles' bedroom just as Stiles closes the door " You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading-- websites, books, all this information."

Scott sets his backpack on the floor by Stiles' bed, his eyes widening when he sees all the paper covering the floor and desk." How much Adderall have you had today?"

"a lot " Stiles shakes his head before changing the subject " Doesn't matter, okay? Just listen."

Scott takes a seat on Stiles' bed "Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

Stiles is momentarily distracted by the point of summoning Scott to his house as he shares what he knows

" No, they're still questioning people." you answer

" Even Derek Hale." Stiles add he glance at you for a moment.

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day?"

"Yeah!"

" Yes. But that's not it, okay?" you state as you stand now .

Scott frowns in confusion " What, then?"

Scott gets so upset that he starts to stutter as he argues with Stiles and you " What are you guys trying to do? I-I just made first line. I-I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

" we're trying to help!" Stiles yells loudly.

" Stiles clam down " you put a hand on his back

Stiles takes a deep breath before he continues in a softer tone of voice. " You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

" Bloodlust?" Scott look at you confused .

" what he is trying to say is that something supernatural is happening . remember when we heard the wolf howling after it bite you .they howl when they are lonely and we heard it that's mean there is pack of them around here and you're one of them "you explain hoping he would understand.

" a pack of wolf ?and I am one now ??" Scott glance at the two of you .

" werewolf more like and that's why you're not going anywhere tonight " Stiles add and you node at this .

" why not I have to go today party i have date with Alison tonight "

" Scott you can't it's full moon tonight you can't go out " you plead at him

" listen to us Scott if you go out it's going give a blood lust " Stiles state

" blood!?" Scott ask

" yeah you're gonna want to kill anyone" Stiles said

"I'm already feeling like I want to kill someone now , Stiles " Scott growled.

Stiles frantically grabs The History of Lycanthropy book off of his desk and starts reading aloud from it in an attempt to convince Scott that he is becoming a Werewolf " You gotta hear this-- "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date."

Stiles stands to his feet and starts digging through Scott's backpack again.

" Stiles " you call him already feeling something going happen.

Scott yelps " What are you doing?"

Stiles grabs Scott's phone from his bag and starts to pull up Allison's number

Scott start move to Stiles but you stand infront him push him back Scott doesn't hear you call him and he push you out the way with inhuman strength as you land serval feet away and you hit the floor hard letting out Yelp .

both Stiles and Scott fall silent as they watch you .Stiles drop the phone and run towards you. kneeling infront of you ." what is wrong with you ?" Stiles look angered at scott .

Scott watch you with ashamed as your eyes start to tear up you hold his eyes acknowledging that your bestfriend just yeeted you across the room .

" I'm sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party."

Scott picks up his phone and his backpack and heads for the door, giving you one last apologetic look before he goes.

" I'm sorry." Scott leaves, and Stiles lets out a long breath of relief. Still clearly upset he help you stand up

" are you alright ? i didn't think he would push you away" Stiles check you his eyes sad as he gaze at you .

" I'm fine it's not the first time I get hurt and I'm certain it won't be the last " you laugh but he still look concerned " beside i don't have concunion i don't think my one sacred brain cell could've handle that "

he laugh at that " all hail one sacred brain cell " he hug you " we are going to figure it out together right?"

you sigh into hug " yeah together " .you glance at the chair with wide eyes ." Stiles?" he hum in return as he starts to rock side to side "Stiles look ?"

you point at chair and his eyes widen when he see four claw marks on the chair leather .

when you and stiles walk into the party searching for Scott he was no where to be found you and Stiles walk around the woods and you stumble up on Jeremy Gilbert .

" hey man " Stiles awkwardly wave at him

"am I interpreting something sorry I'll leave " Jeremy tell .

" nope we are just looking for our friend Scott we kinda lost him " you reply now you three walk around

that when you see Tyler and Vicki and from vicki's visible uncomfortable make you all three move fast .

"hey get away from her " Jeremy run towards them

" dude you're sick " Stiles tell Tyler disgusted in his behaviour .

"piss of Stiles" Tyler glare at you and stiles , you both return it he roll his eyes before walking away.

you check on Vicki asking her is she alright .she just node at you before walking away Jeremy follow her and he node at you telling he'll take care of it .

you and stiles search for Scott and find him running out of door but as you try to follow bonnie comes out nowhere and you stop infront of her .

" there you are i have been looking for you everywhere"she said .

" yeah now you found her can we go ?" Stiles ask impatiently.

" no she is my sister " bonnie said

" well she is my best friend which is more sacred" Stiles argue .

" Stiles why don't you go look for Scott then text me okey " you state knowing that this isn't going no where Stiles start to protest but think it's better go after him and he does .

you hope everything goes well tonight.

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