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Secretly, MDNI 18+ (Ao3)
What I’ll write: (requests open)
-reader inserts (f/gn/afab)
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Took a wrong turn now I'm stuck in the backrooms with the Danforth twins, help..
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after the storm.
summary: ursula arrives home from a long day at work, the house is quiet and tense. your child is already upstairs asleep, and you’re scrubbing furiously at the dishes. she wants to find out what happened and help you relax.
warnings: use of pet names, including honey, gorgeous etc. AFAB READER, she / her throughout. cunnilingus, strap sex, piv, sex.
wc: 1.4K
a/n: hi currently doing exams so i’m lowkey crammed with revision and stuff — also my depressive episodes decided it was a good time to come back so im really unmotivated rn but ill try my hardest to get fics out.
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The door opened quietly, not giving away Ursula’s arrival home.
What she expected was the loud squeals of her little girl playing with her toys, the sound of her wife giggling and playing along with the Barbie dolls they’d recently purchased her.
Though she was met with complete silence.
There wasn’t a single noise.
It was dead silent, other than the fact that Ursula could hear running water and aggressive scrubbing.
She slipped off her heels, shrugged off her coat and hung it on the hooks Titus had nailed in place for her, placed her briefcase by the shoe rack and made her way into the kitchen.
You were stood there, all lines of tension and stress. She could see your face in the reflection of the window, a furrow between your brows and jaw grit.
She approached slowly, soundlessly. Her tights-clad feet padding silently against the kitchen tiles.
Her arms slid around your waist, her nose gently nudging your jaw as she peppered loving kisses against the soft skin of your neck.
“Hi, honey.” She cooed soothingly, hands stroking up and down your hips beneath your clothes. “Why so tense?”
She felt as your shoulders drooped, your hands bright red from the heat of the water as you pulled them from the soapy dishwater.
“Just the kiddo playing up.” you huffed, “I love her but she can really be a stubborn pain in my ass when she wants to be.”
A low chuckle escaped Ursula’s throat and she nodded in agreement, “I wonder who she gets that from.”
Her teasing earned her a light slap on her upper arm and she gasped, rubbing her arm with a mocking pout as her eyes narrowed at you.
“I’m only teasing honey.. what happened with the kid?” she questioned, pressing a kiss to your temple and drawing you close. “Talk to me.”
You paused, anxiously chewing your inner cheek before deciding to open up.
“I just asked her to clean up the mess at the dining table from all her artsy stuff, I needed space to put down dinner.” you begin, the small frown returning. “she refused and so I asked politely but she lashed out and smacked me as she ‘wasn’t done yet’ according to her.”
You mumble, arms winding around ursula’s neck and seeking out comfort.
“I sent her to her room, but.. she kept screaming and fighting me so I lost my temper.” you admit. “I didn’t mean to, I just snapped and she ran off sobbing to her room.”
You play with the hair at the nape of Ursula’s neck, unable to meet her gaze out of guilt.
“Haven’t seen her since.. I feel like a fucking awful mother.”
You felt horrible, you probably should’ve checked on her. However, you were just so wound up.
“Oh, honey… it’s okay.” Ursula cooed, tilting your head up and placing a kiss on your lips. “We all get a little stressed out sometimes. It happens.”
She made sure she kept her voice low and soothing, not wanting to make you feel worse about snapping at your little one.
“She’ll get over it, snapping doesn’t make you any less of a mother.” Ursula just wanted to focus on you for now, there wasn’t anything she could do about the kid with her asleep right now.
“Come on, let me help you relax.” she crooned, tapping your thigh and you jumped up instinctively so she could carry you.
—
Ursula had put you in the bedroom and gone to double check that the kid truly was asleep so she wouldn’t hear anything coming from your bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, stalking towards the bed and crawling over you.
“We’re all good.” She purred, leaning down to capture your lips against her own. “Kiddo’s asleep, so it’s just us now.”
She hums, kisses trailing from your mouth to your jaw.
She sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, leaving dark marks but they were in pretty hidden spots so the kiddo wouldn’t see them.
You breathe deeply, focusing on the sensation of ursula loving on you and trying to push down the guilt that gnawed at your chest.
She nipped at your collarbone, the bite harsh enough to bring your wandering thoughts back to her.
“Hey, you with me?” Ursula questioned, a small crease between her brows as she looked at you with worry filled eyes.
You nod hesitantly, flashing her a weak smile.
“Yeah, sorry. i’m here.” You place your hands on her shoulders, rubbing softly in a loving manner.
She rubbed your thigh and pressed her forehead down to yours, eyes closing as she took a second to just exist with you.
Ursula’s hand slid to begin removing your clothes, being as careful as she could. She knew how fragile you could be sometimes, you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of confrontation. Especially with your child.
She slowly slid down to settle between your thighs, pushing them open and leaning down to press a kiss against your mound.
“Tell me to stop if you need me to gorgeous.” She crooned, her tongue flicking out to tease your clit before she flattened her tongue and licked a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
She made sure to lavish your pussy with attention, working you up just so you’d be ready to take her strap in some time.
Your breath hitches as her mouth slants completely over your pussy and she works her middle and index finger slowly into your entrance.
“So wet for me honey..” she groans against your folds, her mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly.
You let out a loud cry, legs squeezing around her head as you snap a hand over your mouth to quiet the noises leaving your lips… you wouldn’t wanna wake up your darling daughter and have this be cut short as a result of your own noises.
She continued to work her fingers, continuously hitting your g-spot as she worked.
“Mhm, feels good doesn’t it, my pretty girl?” she mumbles, voice muffled as she speaks into your pussy. “Come for me gorgeous, I know you’re nearly there.”
You let out soft whimpers, pushing your hand harder against your mouth as you cried weakly into your palm.
Your back bowed as she gave a particularly hard suck to your clit and twisted her fingers, your vision spotted at the corners as a bolt of white heat ran through you and the tight coil in your stomach snapped.
“God!” You wail, eyes screwing shut and chest heaving.
“Not God baby, just me.” She teases, slowly kissing her way back up your body.
“Haha, funny..” you pant, playfully pushing at her face with a lopsided grin plastered on your face.
“I know, hilarious aren’t I?” She rasped against your temple, carefully dragging the blunt head of the strap attached around her hips through your soaked folds.
You gave a little gasp and she smirked, “Feel good?”
You nodded as she notched the tip at your entrance, pushing into your pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck…” you hiss, nails clawing down her back as your teeth sink into your lower lip.
Ursula was quick to set a steady rhythm, her hips smoothly snapping into you and the room was filled with the sounds of your moans and flesh slapping against flesh.
Ursula grunted, a light sheen of sweat coating her pale skin and she lifted your leg over her shoulder so she could get a deeper angle in your cunt.
The base of the strap was rubbing against her clit and she was getting close, but she’d always make sure you came first.
“Come on honey, come for me.” She grunted against your temple, and a choked moan left her throat. “Come on, I’ve got you.”
She drove in once again, and yet another orgasm washed over you as she ground the head of the strap against your g-spot.
Ursula soon joined you, the pair of you falling over the edge and just breathing heavily in silence as you both lay still.
“You okay, honey?” She breathed into your hairline after a moment of quiet, gently working the strap out of you and detaching it from around her hips.
“Never better.” You respond, eyes glassy with pleasure and she giggles at your dazed look.
“Mm, let me clean you up and then we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep.” She coos, holding you close. “Alright?”
You nod, melting into her arms and waiting patiently for her to get to work as you remained like jelly on the bed.
Intermission
I know my whole thing on here is Ursula, but would you guys be interested in a Jack Abbot fic?
I have an idea for one, but I’m not sure if that’s too off-brand for this blog…(feedback please).
teach me to need you.
summary: reader is the eldest daughter in her family + a glass child, she’s always been hyper independent because of her upbringing. however, ursula wants to change that and teach her lover to rely on her for things more.
warnings: brief mentions of sex, swearing, one use of YN… i don’t think there’s anything else.
wc: 873
a/n: i’m so sleepy writing this but whatever we ball, also sorry the fics have had a lower wc ive been so uninspired lately.
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Ursula and you had not long finished having sex after going at it for hours.
It wasn’t uncommon for the pair of you to share intimate evenings. You were so in love with one another that it made the other members of the Danforth household sick.
Titus especially.
Right now, Ursula was in the bathroom, gathering things to begin cleaning you up after having insisted she be the one to do it. She’d gone especially hard on you in order to release her stress from a business meeting that had gone poorly.
However, you hadn’t listened at all. You never did.
When Ursula came back in with a hot towel in hand, you were up and out of bed. You were actively stripping the sheets, and replacing them with fresh ones.
“I thought I told you to stay in bed.”
Ursula’s voice was low. She stood in the doorway with her head cocked slightly, her gaze narrowing at you as she placed the towel down on the bathroom counter near her.
“I would’ve done that if you’d waited.”
She grumbled, stepping towards you as you stood on shaky legs, continuing to remake the bed with the fresh sheets.
“It’s fine. I can do it myself. I don’t need your help,” you murmured in response, sliding the pillowcases over your pillows before fluffing them up.
Ursula raised an eyebrow, her jaw tightening with frustration.
She loved you dearly, but you really could be a pain in her backside when you wanted to be.
“I know you can do it, darling,” Ursula huffed, rounding the bed and standing behind you, her chest almost pressed to your back. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”
She let out a soft breath against your neck, gently prying the pillow from your hands and tossing it onto the bed.
You let out a small groan in response. You’d had this conversation so many times. She could never see your side, and you couldn’t see hers either.
“I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself,” you huffed angrily, reaching for the pillow she’d just taken.
“I don’t think you’re a baby,” Ursula responded quickly, taking the pillow again and placing it on the bed. “However, I enjoy taking care of you.”
She murmured against your neck as she lowered her head, and you crossed your arms, letting out an irritated huff.
“Yeah, sure,” you muttered back. “That’s why you try to do absolutely everything for me.”
Your jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as you glared at a pillow on the bed as if it had personally offended you.
“Y/N.” Ursula didn’t snap, but her voice was firm, enough to make you fall silent. “I want to take care of you because I love you, not because I think you’re incapable.”
Her tone left no room for doubt. She wasn’t going to let you believe anything else other than the facts she spoke.
“I know you can take care of yourself, you’ve been doing it your whole life. Which is exactly why I want you to stop for a few moments and allow me to take over for a while.”
She continued, her hands moving to gently squeeze yours.
“I went too hard on you tonight, darling. Just please relax. Let me do something for you. You’ve given me so much… let me start teaching you how to rely on me. Please.”
Her pleading tone, mixed with the way she affectionately rubbed your knuckles, softened you instantly. You were always going to lose when it came to her affection.
“Okay… just this once.”
You gave in, your chest aching as she guided you to turn around in her arms and pressed a slow, languid kiss to your lips.
“Thank you. You won’t regret it, I promise.”
seen, still loved.
summary: you’re giving ursula aftercare when she can’t help but notice how good you are to her and awful she is to you.
warnings: brief mentions of biting, scratching during sex etc. nothing too bad — mainly just hurt/comfort!
wc: 577 (short but sweet 🥀)
a/n: here’s an ursula fic cause my sweet girl is under appreciated by the entire fandom 🙁
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Ursula’s skin tingled as she slowly sank into the warm bubble bath, a low moan passing her kiss-swollen lips as she relaxed into the water.
The only light in the bathroom was the flickering glow of dim, lavender-scented candles that Ursula’s perfect wife had lit to set the mood.
Speaking of…
Ursula’s gaze flitted to her doting little wife as she moved to kneel beside the tub, ready to take care of her. Even if she was undeserving of it.
She’d put so much strain on her darling girl’s body this evening, and her porcelain skin was left marked, dark purple bruises blossoming all over her lithe frame.
Yet here she was, the one in the bath. The one being taken care of.
She’d used her wife’s body, clawed and bitten at the delicate skin as she took what she wanted.
It was always what she wanted.
She had never once taken a minute to think about anything other than herself. It was always what she wanted, what she needed.
Ursula’s eyes drifted to you as you reached for a jug that sat on the side of the bath.
She watched as you dipped it into the water, letting it fill before lifting it out.
“Tilt your head back,” you murmured softly, cradling the nape of Ursula’s neck with a delicate hand. “Don’t want it to go in your eyes.”
Ursula listened without a single protest, letting you guide her into whatever position you wanted as you doted on her.
You were so gentle with her. You knew the atrocities she had committed, knew the awful things she was involved in.
Yet you still treated her like she was precious cargo… like she was someone deserving of love.
Ursula felt your hands move to her hair, gently massaging coconut-scented shampoo into it, and a feeling of sorrow washed over her.
Her chest tightened.
What good had she ever done for her wife? All she’d ever done was hurt her, force her to live the same suffocating and dark life she was trapped in. Right now, her wife’s body was proof of all the harm she’d caused.
Ursula was never gentle.
She was all tongue and teeth. She dragged her nails down your back as she barked snippy commands at you. Commands that centred around her pleasure.
“I don’t deserve you.”
The whisper left her before she could even think it through.
She felt her darling girl’s hands still in her hair, felt her head being gently guided so she would meet the gaze of the woman she loved, or at least claimed to. Her actions certainly spoke louder than her words.
“Don’t be silly,” you cooed, leaning down to brush a kiss against her sweat-slicked forehead. “Yes, you do.”
Ursula just shook her head, a crease forming between her brows as they furrowed. Her eyes brimmed with redness as she tried to hold back her tears.
“No… no, I don’t.” She let out a wet chuckle, moving to bury her face in your stomach. “You’re too good, too fucking perfect.”
She sniffled, pressing a kiss over a painful looking bruise in the shape of her teeth.
“I love you,” she murmured against your skin. “Even if I don’t always show it.”
A weak smile tugged at her lips.
“I love you too, honey,” you replied quietly, stroking her hair. “Now let me clean you up so we can get to bed and cuddle until we fall asleep.”
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ursula / grace when???
Grace/Ursula
Smut
Fluff
Angst
All three
Fuck now I actually have to lock in
hey slut
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ursula / grace when???
Grace/Ursula
Smut
Fluff
Angst
All three
The Lovers
Pairing: Ursula Danforth x f!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, blood, biting, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, squirting, older woman(40s)/younger woman(25), probably ooc
Tags: one use of Y/N, no reader description, vampirism, consent is sexy, reader has a bush, marriage, Titus is so jelly, happy ending
Words: 2k
Ursula Danforth needs a wife and I volunteer as tribute
Ursula Danforth x f!reader one-shot
-No movie spoilers
-Word count: 685
-Warnings: 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, no reader description, strap-riding, back-shots, fluff and smut, talk of heirs, etc.
Buffy and the Vampire.
im sure they suggested strictly straight marriages in ready or not 2 because they didn’t want to worry about the optics of a satanic lesbian marriage, but it is a shame. i mean sure satanic panic conservatives would have said “this is promoting gays and satan worshipping” and twitter liberals would have said “this is promoting harmful stereotypes” but like two thousand people on tumblr would have had the time of their lives so I just think they should have done it anyways
