#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: 11/14/24

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 Part 2 Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher Part 2 The Boss Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout Part 2 Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down *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.

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?

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.

[girlkisser13]

ADDRESSING THE ACCUSATIONS

if you haven’t read the post by @valsverse, you can read it here.

i want to clear the air regarding the accusations being made against me. i understand that this situation has caused a lot of concern, but i need to be very clear: besides the situation that happened months ago (that had already been resolved) i did not engage in any plagiarism. i have also never harassed anyone. the claims being made are false, and it’s disheartening to see someone spreading misinformation about me in the community. i value the tumblr space and have always worked to contribute positively.

The Original Incident + The Resolution of that Incident

as many of you may know, approximately four to five months ago, i was caught plagiarizing the work of a well-known writer in the pjo fandom. when searching for "pjo dating headcanons," @valsverse's posts consistently appear among the top results. after reading her content, i made the regrettable decision to extract her writing from multiple posts and consolidate it into a single post for each character. this choice was both unethical and misguided, and i take full responsibility for my actions.

on june 3, 2024, after being contacted about the plagiarism accusation, i did block the user— not out of malice, but because i was overwhelmed and didn’t know how to handle the situation. this was a mistake, and i apologize for how it may have come across. however, once we reconnected, we did resolve things privately, and I took responsibility for my actions. i never should’ve copied anyone’s work.

regarding the request to take down the post, it wasn’t an attempt to avoid accountability, but rather an effort to move on from the situation. the backlash was intense, and it was emotionally challenging to cope with. it was to the point that i was receiving death threats and messages in my inbox telling me that "my parents should have hit me harder as a child". i appreciate that the post remained up as a matter of principle for the other user, but i also felt that once we had come to an agreement, i was still facing more negativity than i knew how to handle.

since then, i’ve made a conscious effort to learn from this and be more respectful of others’ work. i’m committed to improving and being part of this community in a positive way.

MultifandomBisexual13

with the permission of this account, i have added screenshots of the conversations between their account and @valsverse.

@valsverse has claimed that @multifandombisexual13 and i are the same person. this argument hinges on circumstantial evidence, but it doesn’t actually prove that we are the same person. similar usernames, reposting content, or replying within a short time frame can easily be coincidences, especially within fandom spaces where people often support similar creators and engage with their content closely.

while it’s true that both of our accounts include the number "13," this does not imply we are the same person. as many of you may know, i’m a swiftie, and the number "13" holds significant meaning within that fandom. furthermore, suggesting that i am behind the other account simply because it includes "multifandom" in its username, and i happen to write for multiple fandoms, is unfounded. by that logic, would every account featuring "multifandom" also be attributed to me? such an assumption is both unreasonable and baseless.

she also claims that we share the same "writing style." if using all lowercase is what defines having the same "writing style," then sure, we share that. but by that logic, i also share the same style with the majority of the pjo fandom. does that mean i’m secretly running every single pjo account? of course not— that’s an absurd assumption.

furthermore, i do not know why @multifandombisexual13 only reblogs my posts and why my account is the only one featured in the "check out these accounts" section. however, i want to stress that @valsverse doesn’t have any credible evidence to support the claim that we are the same person. it’s important to avoid jumping to conclusions without solid proof, and I hope this helps clear up any misunderstandings. i understand that @valsverse feels harassed, and it’s fair to address that. however, accusing someone of operating multiple accounts without solid evidence is wrong.

The Anonymous Messages + My Brother's Involvement

so, when i received the screenshot sent to my account, i genuinely didn’t know what to expect. honestly, the reaction i got was a bit overwhelming. yes, i told @valsverse that my brother sent that message. for anyone with younger siblings, you know how it is—sometimes they grab your phone without you realizing it, and things can get messy. it’s not unusual for a sibling to get involved, especially if they’re curious about what you’re up to online.

but instead of understanding that, i was met with accusations and skepticism. suddenly, it felt like i was being scrutinized for having family access to my account, and they implied that it was ridiculous for my brother to have any involvement at all.

the absurdity of the situation was hard to digest. i was just trying to explain what happened, but instead, it felt like i was being painted as a liar. it’s disheartening to see my honest intentions twisted into something malicious. i was being transparent, but all i got in return were assumptions about my character.

and when i tried to apologize after being caught off guard, it only seemed to add fuel to the fire. i felt like my attempts to clear the air were dismissed, and i wish you could all see it from my perspective. i’m just a person navigating a complicated situation with a younger sibling who sometimes doesn’t understand the implications of their actions.

in the first screenshot, @valsverse asserted that i should "either deactivate my account or admit the truth." while i cannot definitively ascertain whether this statement was intended as a threat, it nonetheless raised concerns for me. i want to emphasize that throughout this situation, my intention has always been to convey the truth. i believe in the importance of honesty and integrity, and i hope this clarification sheds light on my perspective. my goal is not to evade responsibility, but rather to communicate openly about my actions and the circumstances surrounding them.

as i write this, i am acutely aware of how absurd it may sound. the assertion that "my brother sent that message" might seem implausible at first glance, yet i invite you to consider that it could, in fact, be true. my brother, who is twelve years old and actively engaged in the pjo fandom, has a keen awareness of the ongoing "drama" between myself and @valsverse. from his perspective, the message he sent to her was intended as a harmless "joke".

furthermore, it's important to note that my brother has adhd, which contributes to his tendency toward impulsive behavior. this characteristic can lead him to act without fully considering the consequences of his actions. given his familiarity with the dynamics of the fandom and his impulsivity, it is entirely plausible that he may have sent the message in question without fully understanding the context or the potential ramifications.

in light of these factors, i hope you can appreciate the complexity of the situation and recognize that the possibility of my brother’s involvement deserves thoughtful consideration rather than outright dismissal.

Summary

to sum it all up, after the resolution of the initial plagiarism incident, i can confidently state that i have not engaged in the plagiarism of anyone's work. the only instances of plagiarism i have committed were specifically related to the pjo fandom. since that time, i have made a conscious effort to create original content that reflects my own ideas and creativity. for all other fandoms in which I participate, I take great pride in the fact that the work i produce is entirely my own. i believe in the importance of intellectual honesty and integrity in writing, and i am committed to upholding these values in all my future endeavors.

i would like to clarify that i harbor no animosity toward @valsverse. in fact, i hold her in high regard as both a writer and a creator, which is, regrettably, a factor in why i plagiarized her work in the first place. i would never condone or encourage anyone to harass her, and i take full responsibility for the circumstances surrounding this situation. furthermore, @multifandombisexual13 has engaged in harassment toward a mutual of mine and has unfoundedly accused her of plagiarizing my work. due to these actions, i blocked her. when @valsverse requested that i reach out to her, i had to unblock her in order to do so.

@valsverse, if you’re reading this (and you likely are), i understand your desire to make this situation public. if i were in your position, i likely would have done the same thing. however, i want to clarify that the apologies i offered— those that you referred to as "pulled out of my ass"— were genuinely aimed at salvaging our relationship. at one point, we were mutuals, and i valued that connection. when you unfollowed me, i reciprocated by unfollowing you as well. i'm not sure why you unfollowed me, but i want to sincerely apologize for the impact my actions have had on your mental well-being. it pains me to know that i contributed to any distress or discomfort you have experienced. please understand that it was never my intention to cause you harm, and I am truly sorry for the damage I have inflicted.

i hope that the evidence i have provided in this post enables you all to draw your own conclusions about me. it is important to consider the context and nuances surrounding the situation, as well as my actions and intentions. i encourage you to reflect on the information presented and assess it critically. ultimately, i understand that perceptions can vary, and i respect your ability to form your own judgments based on the details i have shared. your understanding of my circumstances is valuable to me, and i appreciate your willingness to consider my perspective.

if anyone has questions or seeks clarification regarding any aspect of what i’ve wrote, please do not hesitate to reach out. i am more than willing to engage in a conversations and provide any additional information you may require. your understanding is of great importance to me, and i welcome the opportunity to address any concerns you might wish to raise.

[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?

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Links are fixed as well as all fics and head cannons have been edited and rewritten

I've made a janitor.ai Add me for NSFW bots that are coming

@Gay_Delusions

I'M also going to be doing another mass posting of new requests I've received and written.

Happy Reading

[inlovewhithafairytale]

❤️❤️❤️

Happy Valentine all my single people!!!

[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.

[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

[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

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞*

Parings → Vampire! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Smut! Vampire AU, blood drinking, language, fingering

Summary → Tom wants to drink blood from your thigh, also he wants to pleasure you.

You’re lying on the bed, your heart racing in anticipation as Tom hovers over you, his eyes gleaming with that familiar hunger. It always sends a thrill through you—how easily he switches between the soft, boyish charm and something darker, more primal. Tonight, though, it's the playful, smug side of him that's winning.

"Please?" Tom's voice is light, almost teasing, but you know he’s serious. His lips curve into a mischievous smile, and his puppy-dog eyes are pleading. He gently tugs on your thigh, already drawing you in with his soft kisses trailing up your leg. It’s impossible to resist him—especially when he looks at you like that.

You sigh, a smile tugging at your own lips. "You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that."

Tom chuckles, low and deep. "I know." His hands gently spread your legs further apart, and you feel his breath ghosting over your inner thigh. It’s electric, the anticipation of what’s coming next. He runs his fingers over your skin before lowering his head, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just above your thigh.

There’s always a brief moment where you wonder how much it’s going to hurt—but Tom’s too good at this, too careful. He kisses your thigh one more time, and then you feel it—the sharp prick of his fangs sinking into your skin. The pain is brief, quickly replaced by a heady rush as Tom begins to drink. It’s intimate, thrilling, the sensation of him feeding from you, knowing how much control he has and how you trust him completely.

Your breath hitches, and you reach down, your fingers tangling in his curls. You can hear the small, satisfied groan he makes as he drinks, his grip on your thigh tightening. It’s overwhelming, the heat of his mouth and the pull of his fangs making your head spin in the best way.

He pulls away after a moment, his lips slick with your blood, and looks up at you with that same mischievous smile. "Tastes just as good as always."

You can’t help but laugh breathlessly. "Flatterer."

Tom leans back down, his lips trailing higher now, closer to where you ache for him the most. "Now for the best part," he murmurs, his voice dark with promise. And just like that, his tongue is on you, his mouth working magic as your whole body reacts, the blood loss heightening every sensation.

It’s thrilling and intense, knowing that he’s not just your boyfriend but a vampire, a predator. But in moments like this, when he’s making you feel like the only thing that matters in the world, he doesn’t feel like one at all.

Tom's lips press against the fresh bite marks on your thigh, his tongue flicking out to catch the last traces of your blood. The warmth of his mouth sends a shiver through your entire body, and you can't help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. His eyes flick up to meet yours, those chocolate brown irises darkened with desire, and he smirks as if he's proud of how easily he affects you.

"Still with me?" He teases, his voice low and rough. He lets his fingers trace delicate patterns on the inside of your thigh, his touch featherlight, making your breath hitch.

You bite your lip, nodding, but the anticipation is almost too much. Every inch of your skin feels hypersensitive, the gentle strokes of his fingers setting you on fire. "Tom…" You breathe his name, hoping he’ll stop teasing.

"I know, love," he coos, his voice dropping an octave as he presses a soft kiss just beside where his bite marks are. "Patience." His eyes gleam, and even though you know he’s playing with you, you can’t bring yourself to care. His mouth lingers there, just close enough to drive you insane but far enough to keep you on edge.

He shifts lower, his lips now dangerously close to where you need him most. He inhales deeply, eyes closing as if savoring the scent of you, his breath hot against your skin. "God, I love this part," he mutters, almost to himself. His hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as he settles between your legs. "You always taste so good."

Your entire body tenses with anticipation as he drags his lips slowly across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. And then, without warning, his mouth is on you—hot, wet, and perfect. The first touch of his tongue has your back arching off the bed, a moan slipping out before you can stop it.

"Fuck—Tom…" you whimper, your hands instinctively flying to his hair, tugging at the curls as you push him closer. The feeling is overwhelming, the pleasure heightened by the lingering rush from him feeding on you. Your blood still pulses hot, and every movement of his tongue feels like it’s sending shockwaves through your body.

He chuckles against you, the vibrations making you gasp. "I love when you say my name like that," he murmurs before diving back in, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that drive you wild. He’s taking his time, savoring every second, every sound you make, and it’s making you come undone piece by piece.

You feel the pressure building inside you, the pleasure intensifying with every flick of his tongue, every suck that has you writhing beneath him. "Tom, please—" you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for anymore. His name leaves your lips like a prayer, and he looks up at you with a wicked grin.

"Not yet, darling," he teases, his voice a gravelly whisper as he presses a kiss right at the apex of your thighs. "I want you to scream for me first." His eyes lock with yours, dark and hungry, and then his mouth is back on you, moving faster now, more intent.

You can’t hold back the moan that rips through you, your hands tightening in his hair as you buck your hips against his mouth. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place as his tongue swirls and flicks against you in just the right way, sending you hurtling toward the edge.

"Tom—oh my god, I’m—" The words die on your lips as the pleasure crashes over you, wave after wave of it, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pushes you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop, not until you’re shuddering beneath him, your legs quivering from the intensity of it all.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips glistening as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes full of mischief and satisfaction. "That’s my girl," he says softly, crawling back up your body and capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, the intimacy of it making your head spin all over again.

He pulls back, grinning at you, his eyes now soft, almost tender. "Still think I’m a terrifying vampire?" He teases, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You laugh breathlessly, your heart still racing. "Not when you look at me like that."

Tom’s smile widens, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good," he whispers, his voice low and soothing. "Because you’re mine, forever."

Tom’s lips trail a teasing path along your jawline as he shifts his body lower, the heat of his breath sending delightful shivers racing down your spine. Just as you catch your breath, he leans down, kissing you once more, but this time, his intentions are clear.

He’s not done yet. Not by a long shot.

With a swift movement, Tom positions himself between your legs again, his fingers dancing along your thighs, igniting every nerve ending they touch. The anticipation builds within you again, stronger this time, and you arch your back slightly, craving more of his touch.

“Tom…” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper, filled with need.

He meets your gaze, the playful glint in his eyes now laced with something deeper—something hungrier. “I told you I want to hear you scream,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His fingers find their way to your most sensitive spot, rubbing you in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation makes your whole body quiver, and you instinctively press your hips against his hand.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his voice low and sultry. “I want you to feel everything.”

He slips a finger inside you, the intrusion making you gasp. The warmth of his mouth is still fresh on your skin, and the combination of sensations is dizzying. Tom watches your face, a hungry smile playing on his lips as you moan softly, the pleasure coursing through you.

“More,” you plead, your breath hitching as he adds another finger, curling them perfectly. “Please, baby.”

“Always so eager,” he teases, his voice dripping with mock innocence. But there’s nothing innocent in the way he works his fingers, thrusting and twisting them just right, your body responding eagerly to his every move. “You really are the sweetest thing.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh once more as he pumps his fingers deeper, creating a rhythm that leaves you breathless. Your heart races, and you can feel the tension building again, stronger than before.

But Tom doesn’t stop there. He drops lower, his mouth replacing his fingers as he begins to suck and lick at your sensitive spot with fervor. The sudden switch from fingers to mouth sends you spiraling over the edge once more, your hands gripping the sheets as you let out a loud moan, lost in the wave of pleasure he’s creating.

“Tom!” You cry, your back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes!”

He responds with a low growl, the vibrations of his mouth sending shockwaves through you. It’s overwhelming, the way he’s working you up again, and you can feel the heat pooling low in your belly as he dives deeper, his tongue teasing and sucking with delicious intensity.

“Let go for me, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, the sound of his voice sending another wave of pleasure through you. “I want to feel you come apart on my mouth again.”

The filthy words push you closer to the edge, your body thrumming with need. You can feel the tightness building, every nerve ending alight as he expertly plays you like a finely-tuned instrument.

“I gonna cum—Tom, I’m so close!” You gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on as he works his magic.

“Let go, love. I’ve got you,” he promises, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

And then, it hits you. The pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave, crashing hard as you cry out his name. Your body shakes and trembles, the world around you fading into a blur as you ride the waves of ecstasy, the only thing grounding you is Tom’s unwavering presence.

He doesn’t stop; he keeps licking and sucking through your release, his mouth coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you until you’re gasping for breath, completely overwhelmed.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips shiny and slick with your release. He grins up at you, his eyes alight with mischief. “You look beautiful like this,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your trembling thigh.

You can’t help but laugh, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding your cheeks. “You’re insatiable,” you tease, still trying to catch your breath.

He shrugs, that boyish charm returning to his features. “What can I say? I just can’t get enough of you.”

With a sudden rush of determination, he positions himself over you again, his gaze darkening once more. “But I’m not done yet. There’s so much more I want you to feel.”

The thrill of excitement courses through you once again as you realize this night is far from over. You bite your lip, watching as he leans closer, the predatory glint in his eyes sending delicious chills down your spine.

“Ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice a seductive whisper that wraps around you like a warm blanket, and all you can do is nod, heart racing in anticipation of what he has in store for you next.

Tom’s gaze intensifies as he shifts his body closer, positioning himself at your entrance. The anticipation between you crackles with electricity, and your heart races as you feel him press against you. He takes a moment, his eyes searching yours, wanting to make sure you’re ready.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his voice soft but filled with an edge of hunger. “You're really sensitive and I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

You nod, biting your lip, the thrill of having him so close overwhelming your senses. “I’m ready, Tom. Please.”

He grins, that mischievous spark returning to his eyes, and with a swift, smooth motion, he slides inside you, filling you up completely. You gasp at the sensation, the heat of him melding with your own as he stretches you just right. It’s blissful, and your body instinctively welcomes him, clenching around him as he slides deeper.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he revels in the sensation. You can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s fighting to control himself, and it makes you feel even more powerful. “I could get lost in you forever.”

He pulls back slightly, then thrusts in again, slowly building a rhythm that makes your heart race. Each movement is deliberate, savoring the connection between you, and you can’t help but moan at the delicious friction. Your body responds to him instinctively, arching into him, encouraging him to go deeper, to move faster.

“Faster, Tom,” you moaned, your voice breathy and filled with need. “Please.”

His eyes flash with that familiar hunger as he increases the pace, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep within you. The sensation builds, a sweet ache pooling low in your belly as he drives into you, your bodies melding into one.

“You’re incredible,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His words send a thrill through you, and you can feel the heat coiling tighter with every thrust. The sound of your bodies moving together fills the room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss, your tongues mingling as he drives deeper, a low growl escaping his lips.

“You feel so good, Tommy,” you gasp between kisses, your breath hitching as he angles his hips just right, sending stars exploding behind your eyes.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes darkened with lust, and you see the predatory glint in them. “I want you to scream for me again, love. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

With that, he thrusts harder, each movement deliberate and filled with purpose, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You can feel the tension building, the waves of pleasure crashing over you with each thrust, and you can’t hold back the sounds spilling from your lips.

“Oh my god, Tom!” You cry out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure washes over you. “Yes! Just like that!”

He leans down, capturing your moans with his lips as he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more passionate. The heat between you intensifies, and you can feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening, threatening to snap.

“Let go for me,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath hot and intoxicating. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His words push you over the edge, and with a loud cry, you release, your body trembling as pleasure courses through you, wrapping around you like a warm cocoon. You can feel the world fade away, everything outside of this moment disappearing as you lose yourself in the bliss of your climax.

“Fuck,” Tom groans, his own release following closely as you tighten around him, the sensations heightening with every pulse. He drives into you one last time, filling you completely, and the two of you come together in a frenzy of pleasure, each wave washing over you like a tidal wave.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against yours as you both come down from the high. The intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a warm blanket, and you feel a rush of affection for the vampire who’s turned your world upside down.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His eyes soften, the predatory glint replaced by something sweeter, something more tender.

You smile up at him, your heart swelling as you realize how lucky you are. “I think we make a pretty good team.”

Tom chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Oh, I think we make the best team.”

As you both lay there, tangled together, you know this night is just the beginning of many more adventures to come. Despite the darkness that comes with being a vampire, Tom is your light, and you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

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.

@aoi-targaryen

[malertop]

It’s time to tell you about my book!

What is it about:

-Male Reader being the new kid

-Male Reader falling in love with Peter and Spider-Man (kind of)

-Having a best friend relationship with Mj

-and more!

Now about Male Reader and his family:

-This is a TVDU x Marvel crossover where The Originals are Male Readers family

-Male Reader is well..going to be the most powerful

-He is adopted by the Mikaelson family after his traumatic and tragic story and loss

-He will start to not have a control over his powers

-He will have Chaos Magic/Wandas powers (Wanda will have a normal one like just mind control and telekineses in this book),TVDU Magic and for now that’s it..but I said for now(hehehe)

-He is going to fight villains who were supposed to be way more powerful than even gods and things

-Klaus and Haley are alive in this book or universe

-Hope and Male Reader will have a best friend-sister and brother relationship

-And for now that’s it!

I will soon start it so expect the book! 🤗

[stormgrl19]

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡

Requests: open

Languages: English

I automatically write for fem!reader, but if you ask I can also write for genderneutral!reader.

I also write Imagines for oc x reader. (I will try to make the OC like you describe it, but if you want, it can also be a surprise.)

I will not write explicite smut, so please don't ask me for it and last but not least it can or will take a while until your request will be written as I am really good at procrastinating, so please be patient!

Oh, and English is not my first language, please tell me when you find wrong spelling and grammar!

Oksa Pollock.

Mortimer McGraw

Tugdual Knut

OC

The 100.

John Murphy

OC

OUAT.

Peter Pan

Twilight.

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

OC

TVD/ TO.

Kol Mikaelson

Kai Parker

OC

Fate: WINX.

Stella of Solaria

Sebastian Valtor

OC

[missgirlsthings]

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