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#TaG Bloodlines
woewriting · 5 months
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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ──── wednesday addams & vampire!reader
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── tags. blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end.
── word count. 1595
a/n. first wdw in weeks, wow... just a small thing for my vampire fellas. | masterlist
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Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.
Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.
“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”
“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”
“Now that you do, stop it.”
“I can’t control it.”
Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.
You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.
“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.
“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”
Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.
Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.
“Wends…” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.
The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.
Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.
“Take it.”
“No.”
“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”
The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.
All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.
The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.
Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.
“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”
“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.
Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.
“I profoundly hate when you do that.”
“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.
“Stop talking. It’s an order.”
You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”
“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”
“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”
Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.
It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.
For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.
She needed you as much as you needed her.
Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.
Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.
“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”
A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.
The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.
Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.
Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.
Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.
Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.
Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.
“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”
As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.
“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.
“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”
Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.
“As you wish, master.”
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yogoblog · 1 year
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my piece for @bloodlineszine: serket edition! sometimes when you do a whoopsie, what can you do but say... my 8ad?? and also perhaps peruse the full zine, as penance? 🕷️😅
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auroraeternal · 9 months
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meme.
original screenshot by @mynonsenseistingling (thank you!)
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🩸 Enter The Ocean House Hotel... if you dare! 🩸
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gravedangerahead · 1 month
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It might sound like I claim every single ship I like is autist4adhd, but you have to take into consideration the fact that I'm always right and have great taste
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kawoid · 3 months
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SPIDER-WRENCH
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crushdtinboxes · 5 months
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Bill Skarsgård as Marquis Vincent de Gramont in John Wick 4 (2023) dir. Chad Stahelski
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kagoutiss · 1 year
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doodles for double agent sheik AU,,, ive decided there is a strong impa vs ganondorf dichotomy, also memes
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yuno-karei · 20 days
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Since Im clinically insane over my mairuma ocs, what would yall like to learn more of about them?
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roetrolls · 21 days
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mallum and veylin swap >:)
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Call me Zerkev because this Veylin would NOT cooperate with me. She was so hard to draw.
Veylin Pravus would be loudly and unabashedly anti-empire, to the point Zerkev would feel forced to do with her what he's trying to do with Mallum in canon-- move her onto his ship where he can keep an eye on her and micromanage the environment.
And she'd wind up meeting Mallum there, because as a Kenshe he would think Ofelia's an idiot. Who WOULDN'T want a direct line to the crew of the Marauder himself?
Veylin would fucking hate him btw
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Also.
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Girldad Zerkev.
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acesydneysage · 5 months
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Reasons why The Indigo Spell is my favorite Bloodlines book:
Witchcraft! So much cool witchy stuff!
Sydney and Adrian aren't together yet, and there's resisting and pining and oh, but they give in and make out every 50 pages or so
HOPPER THE TINY DEMON DRAGON
How much of a goner Sydney is from page one, she thinks about Adrian constantly and misses him the second they're apart, while telling herself that the idea that she's "already halfway in love with him" is crazy
How insanely bad Adrian is at "loving from afar"
Adrian making heart eyes at Sydney while she throws fire balls
Sydney watching Adrian paint and going MINE
Crossword in the airplane scene, just how well Adrian knows her
Sydney actively going against the Alchemists, questioning what they tell her and being resentful of how they used her
"His face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was probably about to happen."
THE DANCE
Oh no, I'm completely horrified at the idea of having to touch and dance with a vampire, I'm not thinking about when he kissed me at all
Sydney and Ms. Terwilliger actually developing a mentorship, Ms. T driving herself to the ground to protect Sydney and Sydney saving her
Talking about Ms. T: "He looks like he would do anything for you" She met him once! Captain of the ship! Well, Jill's first mate, anyway
Sydney and Adrian playing supernatural detectives!!!
The kiss at the college party
Adrian looks at Sydney's aura and almost explicitly states that she's demisexual
"I'm a quick study"
Alicia is a cool villain
Malachi Wolf is back and has a squirrel cookie jar, and Sydney can't wait to tell Adrian about it, momentarily forgetting she's supposedly leaving for Mexico
The whole melodramatic set up for their kiss and first date in the end is so, so Adrian, and he found a place Sydney would adore
If anyone wants to explain what their favorite book in the series is and why, please tag me :)
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youtappedout · 1 month
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oh they are going to HELL
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dynamitekansai · 7 months
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The Usos still actively sharing a Twitter account while being in a feud against each other is so fucking funny.
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ophelian-darling · 6 months
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Hello!! I’ve read your cruel bloodline darling and I gotta say it’s my fav thing so far! The idea of the Y/N’s only acting cruel and mean when it comes to the Joestars really interested me.
But, what if there’s a reason why they’re like that? What if there’s a curse that’s keeping them from loving them. This curse was there ever since the first Y/N, and none of the members of the family are safe from it.
If a Joestar falls in love with them, their time becomes limited. They’ll slowly start to rot until they’re no longer a person, just an empty shell. So, in order to ‘protect’ the Joestars, the Y/Ns treated them horribly so they don’t experience the pain of losing them.
But this is just a silly lil thought:33 Keep up the amazing work, don’t push yourself too much!!! <3333
Link of 'More than words'.
an ask that expands the cruel bloodline concept.
Hello dear anon, really glad that you loved it!
As of your concept, I find it quite interesting how you put more depth to darling's personality as they are more than just a harsh face and mean actions (while I myself didn't think more of their character when I worked on that piece). the worst about darling's 'love life' that they have to abuse the jojos to no end, swallowing their remorse and tears grudgingly so as the jojos stay alive.
Darling really doesn't know how to break the curse or show love without clawing at their beloved's. the lack of solutions forces them to choose the least terrible method : abuse, emotional or physical, but mostly emotional.
TW for physical/verbal abuse, generational trauma.
Darlings were in a peaceful world, thinking that they finally got together with their Sweethearts the joestars, but a while after a deep loving relationship, they noticed how the joestars grew numb and silent, something like they weren't at all. just as darling was trying to figure things out, a heavy anvil of a shocking revelation falls on them as their parent informs them about the curse.
Darling is in terror: 'can't I just try to love?' and they just receive a dull answer of 'if you truly love them, make sure they stay alive, just like your grandparent did'. and so, everything started.
Slowly, darling changes their treatment: kisses with wounds, love confessions with degrading and support with control. at least they were lively again- you would say, but wanting to kiss and embrace them is impossible; you're stripped of the simplest right to love.
Darling wants to say 'you're my everything' when they say 'you mean nothing to me' to Jonathan. They want to say 'please don't go' when they say 'I'm done with you' to Joseph. They want to say 'I need you' when they utter 'I don't love you' to Jotaro. They want to say 'you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen' when they say 'you're ugly' to Josuke. They want to say 'Your love saved me' when they want to say 'you're a monster' to Giorno. They want to say 'be always with me, now and forever' when they say 'you're annoying' to Jolyne'. it's an endless cycle of pain for both parts who know they can't live without the other if they left.
Thank you for the thought anon! I enjoyed adding more to it, hope I'll hear from you soon 🦋
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hazellvsq · 2 months
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while i'm posting about how so much of fanon misunderstands frank's character - misogyny is a trip because frank was the insecure, whiny, rich, improbably talented, adorably clumsy mary sue people thought piper was
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hiighborg · 9 months
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Doodles of my fledgling malk, Isaac
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