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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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The dimitrescus, Donna and Mother Miranda x 👨 reader. Reaction when reader is working out shirtless? (Love your works by the way, can't stop reading all of it!💕)

Broken Truth (Looks at Ask): This is interesting...LET'S GO!!!

- Alcina Dimitrescu -

Alcina was walking around the castle, looking for her lover.

When she woke up - he was not in bed.

When she went to the kitchen - he was not there either.

She searched the garden (He loved tending to the flowers), the library (He would read there with Bela), the armory (Daniela loved showing her father figure all the weapons she had), and the study (He would pat with Cassandra) - he was not in any of those places and none of the girls had seen him.

Then she remembered that her lover had been having a hard time lately when Mother Miranda commented that he didn't look like much and wasn't worthy of being by Alcina's Side.

He spent most of his money on him - none of Alcina's - to purchase metal contraptions to 'become worthy of his wife'.

He had been in that room for hours on end for about 5 months now.

'He might be in there.' Alcina wondered as continued down the hall to her Husband's Workout Room.

The closer she got to the room - the door was open and the light was on the room - the sound of grunting and metal clanking together got louder and louder.

She ducked her head a bit and walked into the room - holding her hat to make sure it didn't fall off - and rose to her full height. She opened her mouth the speak but once her sight was no longer obscured by the brim of her hat, her jaw dropped, her face began to warm up, and her body tingled.

Before her - her husband stood: his back was to her and he was wearing nothing except his boxers - his very tight boxes; she would see his defined butt and it was amazing.

In his hands were large weights that he lifted and flexed his muscles - Alcina could see every muscle flex.

His skin was shining with sweat and the smell of his musk was driving Alcina crazy - she wanted to jump his bones. So very bad.

What she didn't know was that her beloved had developed a sense to detect her and knew she was watching him...so he decided to tease his Lady and Mistress.

He dropped the weights in his hands and raised one of them opened palmed to the sky before summer suiting forward and landing on that hand to where his feet were pointing to the ceiling before beginning his set of one-handed push-ups. This time - facing her.

Alcina's eyes widened at her lover's chiseled body - the drops of sweat flowing through the cracks of his abs and biceps...then she made the mistake of looking up and saw the large bulge in his tight underwear.

That's it - she had enough.

"Beloved." She called out, making the man look at her with a smirk - her face was bright red and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Alcina, My Love. When did you arrive?" He asked faking confusion.

"That doesn't matter. I need you to accompany me to our bed chambers. Now."

"Our Bed Chambers?" The man asked as he flipped him to stand upright. "It is breakfast time, is it not?" He raised an eyebrow as he walked closer to the tall woman - his scent flooding her nose.

"Well..." Her eyes glowed dangerously, "I'm having Blood Sausage for breakfast."

She grabbed his wrist and marched to their room with him in tow, locking the door, and refused to leave that room until she was pregnant with the Latest Dimitrescu Spawn.

- Bela Dimitrescu -

Bela was bored and in need of some cuddles so she went looking for her lover - the only man-thing her mother and sisters approved of.

She looked at the grandfather clock and saw it as around 9:45 - her lover would be in his workout room to burn off any extra energy before showering and going to bed.

She floated down the hall to her husband's workout room and walked into the room without knocking - it was her man and she could do whatever she wanted regarding him.

What she wasn't prepared for was the sight on the other side of that door.

Her Husband was boxing with the sandbag.

In nothing but his boxers.

She could see everything - from the singular drops of sweat that ran down his sculpted body to every single flex of muscle with every move he made.

If the sight didn't have her done it - it was his smell.

The room was filled with the smell of musk that he was giving off and it was intoxicating - it radiated power and it was making her hungry.

"Darling?" His deep voice returned her from her fantasies of all the ways she wanted him to rock her world but the fact she could see his imprint from his shorts sent her mind back into the gutter. "Bela, is there something wrong?"

"Do you always...working out like this at night?" She questioned as she walked slowly to her man.

"Yes, it's hard to move in clothes; I keep my boxers on just make sure I don't scar any maids."

"Scar Them?" Bela tilted her head with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well...the one time I worked out naked, a maid came in without knocking and she looked like she saw a ghost."

Bela was pissed.

"A maid saw you naked?!" She hissed. "Where is that harlot?!"

"Your Mother turned her into wine 3 nights ago."

'Good, I won't have to kill her myself. As for you..."

"NGH!" He clenched his teeth as Bela's hand wrapped around his throbbing manhood.

"You're going to learn to lock your door when in this room...and punishment for failing to inform me about that whore."

The Next Morning - Bela & [Y/N] weren't at breakfast.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu -

Cassandra would already be with her beloved because they were each others' sparring partners.

Cassandra would be doing push-ups while her beloved would be jumping rope.

She would look at him and smirk - she loved the way his body moved during intense workouts and the smell he gave off was perfect; it made her hungrier and hungrier with each passing moment.

When it would be time for the spar - her lover would use one arm to test himself more than he needs to for he wanted to be worthy of dating a Dimitrescu Daughter.

While sparring - Cassandra would try to pin him and have her ay with him - whether that would be drinking his blood or having him devour her like a full course meal.

This time - it was different.

She threw a punch at him but it was grabbed by his free arm and used against her to wrap around her neck, once he was behind her, he used his knees to the back of hers to make her fall to them and then lay on the mat.

Once his other hand was free, it snaked around her body and into her shirt, where it grabbed and twisted one of her nipples - making the girl squirm under him.

"D...Darling? What are you...?" She began but was cut off when his teeth locked into her neck.

"Every time we train, you make me submit to you. This time - you're mine, Cassandra Dimitrescu."

And his was exactly what he made her.

Daniela walked down the hall looking for her sister when she heard moaning coming from behind the door leading to the training room - she leaned in to listen and went to find her mother.

"Mother?"

"Yes, Dear?" Alcina asked as she looked up from the book she was reading.

"Why didn't you tell us Daddy was coming to visit & he brought presents?"

"Darling, you don't have a father."

"Then why did I hear Cassandra saying "More, Daddy! More!" in the training room?"

Alcina went wide-eyed as the glass in her hand shattered and the one thing she thought was...

'I'm too young for grandkids...'

- Daniela Dimitrescu -

CHOMP!!

"OW!!!"

She smelled something delicious and followed that smell to her lover's training room and found him completely naked with the exception of his undergarments, shadow boxing himself.

He looked like a full snack with the sweat making his body glaze and his muscles looking like beefcakes - he was just begging to be bitten and that's exactly what she did.

"Daniela? What was that for?" He asked her as he looked over his shoulder at his wife - who was clinging to his back like a koala with her fangs in his shoulder blade.

"I couldn't help it, love. Your scent was driving me crazy and I was in the mood for a snack." Daniela tried to say but her fangs were still in his skin.

"Dani, I was training, and as much as I would move to be your mid-morning meal; I need to get back at it if I want to keep the form you love so much."

"I love you for who you are - the body is just a plus. I don't want you to train, I want you to take me to bed and cuddle me."

"But..."

"Do you love me?" Dani asked.

"Yes, without a doubt." He answered.

"Would you do anything for me?" She asked again.

"Without question." He said.

"Then I want you to stop training and take me to our bedroom so that we can cuddle and make little vamp-babies."

"...Okay."

- Donna Beneviento -

Donna would be walking around Beneviento Manor - looking for the man who stole her heart. Who accepted her and her dolls and loved them all equally.

He wasn't in his normal spots but she did remember that he recently got interested in getting in better shape and asked her if there was anywhere in Beneviento Manor she would be alright with him making it into a workout room - she gave him one of the rooms on one of the floors under the house floor.

Donna walked down the hall without Angie as she followed the sounds of something grunting in effort echoing down the hall's walls.

She reached the opened room but didn't want to just walk in and disturb her love so she peeked around the corner and her eye widened while she let a gaspy moan escape her lips,

Her lover was laying on the weight bench with a long metal bar in his large hands - giant iron circles on each end.

She looked closer at the circles - 500 Pounds. That made her shiver - she knew he was strong but to be able to bench that much was...alluring.

She looked at his shining skin.

Listening to her man's grunts with each lift of the bar.

The define lines in his muscles with each movement he made.

It made her hot. She rubbed her legs together before she hid behind the wall completely and pressed her forehead against the cold wall.

She needed to get a hold of herself - she was like she had no control of herself but when she was around him, it was like she forgot all she was and wanted nothing more than her man.

She was so focused on keeping herself from relieving herself right then and there that she didn't notice she was no longer alone until a familiar weight pressed against her back and she was completely pressed against the wall.

"It looks like you have a very serious itch, My Love." his voice growled as his hand moved closer and closer to her throbbing organ.

"I...I can explain..." She blushed in her weak, gasping voice; she was embarrassed but having her lover so close with his body radiating power made her weak.

"Let me...help you with that, My Lady." He growled before one hand reached the buttons on the top of her dress and the other was cupping her womanhood while she bit her lip in hopes of being silent.

A few moments later - he had her on that same bench that was still drenched in his sweat and scent, her hands gripping the metal poles that held the long rod over her head' sweat dripping from her body as she was stretched apart.

She was pleading for him to continue to Beneviento Bloodline with her.

Begging him to make her family's bloodline stronger than it ever was before.

Crying for him to make her a mother.

Who was he to deny his lady what she wished?

- Mother Miranda -

Miranda stood n her lab, looking at the results from the latest experiment and possible host for Eva but once again - it wasn't good enough and it makes her angry.

Once again - so close but so far away.

"Miranda? Love?" A familiar male voice called out to her.

She looked up at was met with the shirtless, bare-chested, sweaty body that was the man she entrusted her heart to.

He stood there in the doorway with a towel around his neck while one hand used an edge of the towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

The Village Leader blushed but then looked away from him to keep from looking upon her face.

"[Y/N]. Darling. I thought we talked about you walking around the lair like that. It's rather...distracting." She said.

"I do hope you'll forgive me but I sensed that something was bothering you and I wanted to make sure you were alright." The man said as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and pulling her back into his bare chest.

"Your...concern for me is welcomed, Darling, but I must return to work. Please, do prepare yourself for dinner; I shall be down in a moment." Miranda said as she reached for a book, only to her lover's hand to stop her.

"Miranda." He turned her to face him - worry and compassion in his eyes. "You've been working on this for over a week straight; you haven't taken any time for yourself...or for me." He was sad - afraid his lover had forgotten about him.

"My Love, I'm sorry I have made you feel this way but...I'm so close, Darling. I can return her to us and...MPH!" She was cut off by a deep kiss. She melted into it before he pulled away from her.

"Enough of this for one night, My Love. Let me take care of you...and make you see you don't need to Cadou for a child. Just...me" He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around him; submitting to his command and desire.

It would be a year later that Miranda would invite the Lords to meet Eva and Ethan Winters arrived in the village - only for his wife and child to be given back to him and escorted out of the village; never to be seen again.

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joylessholland · 6 years

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Forbidden (Part Two)

VAMP!TOMXVAMP!READER

(2,387 words - i had a lot to say)

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of fighting and death.

A/N: I love writing fantasy so i think i went a little over board but why the hell not!

Masterlist Request PART ONE

“You can’t keep me here forever!” you screamed at your father “Oh, Yes I can. See our little gift” he hisses “Make’s eternal imprisonment very easy. Now I’ll let you out when you forget about that reached Tackwood.” He walks to the door “Never” you spit as he slams the door leaving you in the room alone. You were in the highest room of the tallest tower, the most protected room in the whole manor. Scanning the room to try to find something that can help you escape, your father was a foul man and this was a cruel punishment but the thought of whatever Tom was enduring made the need for freedom even more urgent.

Little did you know Tom could wait, he could wait forever. His father was so disgusted with his eldest son’s actions that he banished him, but not to a faraway land, no. Baron Tackwood banished his son to the very depths of his own mind, while you sat in an empty tower planning your escape Tom was being spelled. Not spelled cursed, cursed to spend three hundred years in forced hibernation where he would be trapped in a constant loop of his worst nightmare. Vampires were the dramatic type.

“Open up, Groman have her dinner” you heard a muffled raspy voice say from the other side of the door. Grabbing the shard of glass, you broke from the window, you quickly dart up the wall landing on one of the rafters on the ceiling. The large mahogany door creeks open and a small green goblin waddles in. “Groman not in mood for games” he huffed scanning the room. When the door closes behind him you jump for your place on the celling beam tackling the small creature holding the shard of glass to his throat. “I... work…with” the goblin choked, pulling the makeshift knife away from his throat you give him a glare that says “Talk or die”

“The Baroness, Groman is loyal servant of her greatness. She say I get in if Groman act like slave. She right, always right” the creature begins mumbling to himself “Did she send you here to kill me?” you ask holding the glass tighter “No, Groman protect pointy teethed girl. I give her this, are you pointy teeth girl?” he asked holding out a small envelope “Yes, I am” you say dropping the shard of glass “Oh, here you take, will you tell her greatness Groman did good job?” he asks walking to the shard of glass “What are you planning” he walks to the door “Get pointy teethed girl out” he say before knocking three times on the door “Just Groman” turning he gives you a wink. When the door slowly opens Groman jumps on the head of the guard stabbing him in the neck before jumping to the other guard hitting him in the head.

Running from the room the bleeding guard grabs your ankle, stomping him off you pick up his dagger throwing it to Groman, he dispatches the last guard “Nice job” running down the hall another soldier rounds the corner, before he can draw his sword you use your powers to throw him against a wall. Stopping at a hallway “Go meet me in the woods” you grab the knob to a door but Groman stops you “We get out now, Groman protect…” “I need to get something just go, I can handle myself.” After a moment he turns and runs down the hallway screaming “Hey look at Groman, I pointy teeth man killer”

The closet was dark and damp, walking to the back wall you pick up a small dagger slicing your hand you place it onto the brick, the wall shudders and splits open revealing an armory filled with any weapon you could ever need swords of all different lengths, spears, shields, bows, daggers. Going to the case in the back of the room you stare at the glass for a moment before it shatters “Try a better spell next time father” you grab the contents of the cabinet, a sword with symbols carved into the blade, a bow with a sort of golden glow to the string, under a false bottom a long wavy dagger with a purple hilt. Taking a double take you see a bit of fabric, pulling it out it is revealed as black leather coat, placing it on your shoulders feels right somehow.

Running hard you slide around a corner just in time to see Groman getting ran through by a young guard, spitting a quick spell the man’s helm begins to crush in. “You are a brave creature” you whisper kneeling to the fallen goblin “Take this to her greatness” coughing he takes off his ring and places it in your hand “You have my word” you whisper angerly as you hear loud footfalls coming down the hall. As you jump over the railing you hear you father yell “Do not let her escape.”

Throwing the large front door open you see the sun peeking over the horizon “You’ve nowhere to go girl.” You father growls now standing just ten paces away with the entire coven behind him “Come with us now and I won’t make your punishment more severe” laughing you pull the bow from your back “Don’t” your father warns his eye lighting up a bright red “Oh, but Daddy that won’t be any fun” drawing the string back an arrow appears notched on the bow, aiming at your fathers head you draw the sting back even further but right before you release you tilt it up and it lands right between the eyes of his portrait hung on the wall “Nice shot, girl. Get her” he commands “Oh but father that is what we call a diversion” you snicker before stepping to the side revealing that the sun had risen just enough to shine right into the great hall where the entire coven was gathered. The sound of hissing and burning flesh filled the air, running out of the house the coat your wearing emits a black fog that shields you from the sunlight. Smirking you bolt with great speed into the woods.

[Y/N]

My husband is a cruel and horrible man, he has locked our son away in a forced hibernation as punishment for his treason. The gods only know what he is going through in there, you must save my son, no matter what. Take him and go west, far west. Live a mortal life, do whatever you want just save him. Inside this letter I have enclosed a map to my son’s location in our castle. I also took the liberty of returning you the moonstone necklace he gifted you, the power it holds should power at least one transformation in the sunlight. Use it wisely, Groman will show you the way to our castle and a secret entrance. If Groman doesn’t make it, you will need to find a way. Please do this, not for me but for Thomas, and for you.

Lana Tackwood

You read the letter and looked over the map many times to make sure you remembered placing the necklace over your head you begin the journey to the Tackwood castle.

Crouching in the bushes you spot a guard “Damn, Day-walkers” you whisper drawing the dagger speaking a magic word the knife flies from your hand and sticks the man in the neck. Running to the wall you pull the knife from his neck “Bitch” he chocks as you wink and grab the moonstone “Please work” you plead feeling for the power of the stone, “Fly my love” you hear Thomas’s voice from inside the stone as you transform. When the smoke clears you try to flap your wings but instead all you do is wave tiny little arms. “Fucking stone” you squeak as you scurried along the ground. “Maybe the Baron is terrified of rats” you think as you wiggle into a crack in the wall.

Scurrying across the ground you come to a table on the map this is where the guards leave a spare key to the lower dungeons, looking around for a way to reach the table it begins to lower to you, no it wasn’t lowering you were raising. The stones power was drained you were reverting forms. Grabbing the key, you pull out a stray whisker left over from your sloppy transformation. Thinking back to the map you follow the root in your mind dispatching anyone in your path. You needed to get to Thomas, he needed you.

Opening the small door, you saw down a long staircase, the stairs seemed endless as you walked in complete darkness until your feet hit solid ground and you hand met a stone wall. The corridor wound with sharp turns, switchbacks and even more stairs. You had to be deep underground before you final came to a locked door. Placing the key in and turning it slowly you open the door you reveal a room light with black candles. In the center of the floor a coffin sat surrounded by symbols drawn on the floor with white chalk. The coffin was made of wood with intricate gold trim decorating the top and sides. Walking up to the coffin you are stopped by an invisible barrier protecting the coffin, powerful magic, a spell woven by many spell casters.

From behind you the lock began to click pushing yourself against a wall to hide. In walks a tall young man with blonde curls and a strong figure, sticking out his hand the barrier melts away. Grabbing the man and twisting his arm behind his back you sniff his neck “Mortal, powerful.” He hisses in pain as you pull his arm tighter “I am Harrison Kerling, wizard of the first order. I demand you let me go.” He commands “Tell me how to break the hibernation spell and this won’t get… bloody” you snarl “I don’t have to tell you anything” he says his voice wavering “Have it your way.” You whisper right before sinking your teeth into his neck.

As the blood touches your tongue you are flung into Harrisons memories. You see Thomas hissing and shouting as he is thrown into his wooden cage, you hear the magical ritual that forced Thomas into hibernation, and then you lock onto a memory and it fills up your senses.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly lit room with a fire crackling as the wind howled outside. “How do we get him out, no offense but you won’t be around” a voice hummed as Baron Tackwood swirled into existence next to him warming his hands on the fire was the wizard “Breck the circle of symbols, and prick your finger on the coffin. If that doesn’t awaken him you’ll need to call upon a wizard of the first order to help. But it shouldn’t come to that.” The wizard said calmly as the Baron paced the floor. “How could he do this to us, his own family?” and with that the world melted away and you were back in the small coffin room drinking from the man’s neck.

Licking your lips, the man stumbles a bit “What did you” he asked holding his neck as purple liquid oozes from the bite marks “Break the spell or turn” eyes wide in shock the man proceeds to erase one of the symbols and pick his finger on the coffin. Black smoke fills the room as the wooden lid begins to slowly lift revealing Thomas laying arms crossed over his chest, raising out of the coffin he opens his eye in shock

“[Y/N]” he whimpers stepping from the coffin and falling into your arms “Yes, it’s me, my love” you say placing a tender kiss upon his lips. Crying into you he thanked the gods you saved him, while in the corner Harrison began to sweat and his breath quickened “You said, if i…” he stopped himself with a scream of pain “The change is the worst part, after that it isn’t so bad” you say looking Thomas over “We have to get out of here” you whisper helping him walk “You can’t just leave me here” Harrison yelped knocking over a candle stand. “Do you know a way out of here?” you ask holding Tom up “There’s a secret door right outside, please they kill me if they know I assisted you in rescuing the prince” he pleaded nodding him over he leads you out of the castle.

Loading Thomas and Harrison into the back of the carriage an arrow zips through the air and snapping out of the way it hits the carriage. Blocking your exit is are two young men one holding a bow and the other two short swords “My brothers” Thomas whispered from inside the carriage “Look boys, we just want…” your cut off when Sam lets another arrow fly, this time your eyes glow a deep purple as you catch the arrow turning it in your grip it melts away into dust “Going to have to try a little better than that.” Drawing your sword, you slap the horse at the front of the carriage on the rear end making it run out into the woods. The sound of metal clashing filled the stables as you fought off each the boy one by one, dodging an arrow then a sword strike. With a swift strike your sword is knocked from your hands “Yield” Harry yells pointing the sword at your throat. With a flash of light both boys disappear “Watch your step” a female voice sound. Looking down you see two slugs on the ground where the brothers once stood. “Baroness Tackwood, many thanks” you bow to her “Save breath, child. You’re the one I should be thanking, you saved my son.” Giving her a warm smile you dig into the pocket of you coat and pull out a small silver ring tossing it to the baroness you speak sadly “Groman was a brave little man” smiling back she nods to you “Go now, my husband will be on his way” holding the moonstone in your grasp once more in a swirl of smoke a beautiful black hawk flies off in search of a runaway cartridge.

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