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laszlossweetcheese · 9 months

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more poly nadja laszlo and reader pls?? 😖😖

Your wish is my command <3

We'll Take Care of You

Nadja x Laszlo x Reader

Summary: Nadja and Laszlo help reader relax after a rough day.

Warnings: mega fluff!!

“Goddamn it!” You huff, slamming the door to the house as you enter. You storm up to your room, tears of frustration welling in your eyes. You don’t even stop to say hi to Guillermo on your way to your room, too heated and too close to crying to do so.

Today was absolutely awful. First, you overslept for work and got chewed out by your boss in front of several of your coworkers. Then came the various difficult customers you had to deal with throughout the day, only adding insult to injury. One customer in particular had you remake her coffee three times before screaming at you about your incompetence, nearly pushing you to quit. The cherry on top was when you tripped and fell hard onto the uneven concrete of the sidewalk on your way home. The sting of the scrape on your knee wasn’t what led you to collapse onto your bed and sob, however. The day had just thrown way too many hurdles at you and you were /so tired/.

Only a few minutes of crying had passed before there was a gentle knock at your door. “Darling…? We can hear you crying in there, is everything okay?” Nadja calls out softly from the other side.

You sniffle and try to pull yourself together, sitting up and wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. “I-I’m fine!” You call out, though your trembling voice doesn’t do much to make you sound convincing.

“We’re coming in,” Laszlo calls out, and the door gently opens to reveal your two lovers with worried expressions.

“Oh, my sweet darling baby! What happened?” Nadja coos, hurrying over to you. She takes your face into her hands gently, wiping your tears away gently.

“Who are we killing?” Laszlo asks angrily, convinced someone had hurt you and needed to be taken care of.

“No one, I’m fine! I just…god, I had such a shit day,” you sigh, another soft sob making your chest heave. You explain the trials of the day, your tears finally slowing to a stop as you talk.

The vampires listen to you vent, listening intently the whole time. Each of them took a seat on either side of you, comforting you with gentle touches. Nadja kept caressing your cheeks while Laszlo placed a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“I’d say that does sound like a shit day,” Laszlo says, sharing a look with Nadja. They nod to each other and you wonder what they’re thinking.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie! We are going to take care of you, okay? You deserve some relaxation,” Nadja says with a sweet smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead and making you smile.

“Thanks guys. I already feel much better just talking about it,” you admit, giving Laszlo’s hand a gentle squeeze as you lean into Nadja.

They help you to your feet and lead you to the bathroom, starting a hot bath as you watch. With candles lit and the tub full, the vampires help you undress, giving you soft kisses as they go. You melt into their touches, your heart swelling with affection for them both. You sigh happily as you sink into the hot water, your body already starting to relax. They join you in the tub, with Laszlo at your back and Nadja facing you.

“Just relax, darling. We’ve got you,” Laszlo murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You let your eyes close and lean back against his chest, a relaxed smile on your face.

Nadja lathers up a loofah with a sweet smelling body wash and begins scrubbing your body down gently, starting with your arms. She massages your tense muscles as she goes, taking her time and making sure to get every inch of you that she can.

As Nadja lifts up each of your legs out of the water to scrub them down as well, Laszlo gets to work with the shampoo. His fingers rhythmically massage it into your scalp, eliciting another content sigh from you. You could cry from the sweetness of their touch and how careful they were being with you.

Once you’re clean, they take their time rinsing you off, letting you stay in the hot water for as long as they can. Eventually, the water begins to go cold and they help you out, your body feeling like jello. Nadja catches you as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you, holding you up as Laszlo wraps a fluffy towel around you. Once you’ve all dried off enough, you get comfortable in your bed, a vampire on either side of you.

“You don’t have to keep going to that awful place you know,” Nadja says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Collin handles the money just fine! You don’t have to work.”

You sigh, giving her a gentle smile. “I know…I just like having a little money of my own. I love being your familiar and would love to stay home with you, but I like having something to do outside of the house when you’re sleeping. Even when it’s stressful.” “Just don’t push yourself too hard, my sweet. We hate seeing you cry,” Laszlo says, pressing a kiss to your other cheek.

“We really do hate to see you in pain, my love. But we also want you to do what makes you happy!” Nadja agrees, resting her head on your chest and nuzzling closer to you.

You smile, running your fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “What if I only work part time from now on?” You suggest, looking over at Laszlo. “That way I’m not as stressed but I can keep working and you two don’t have to worry about me so much.”

“Can I also kill your boss for yelling at you?” Laszlo asks, earning a laugh from you.

“No, you can’t kill my boss…yet. He gets another strike and then he’s all yours,” you decide, giving Laszlo a quick kiss. You let out a breath as you get comfortable with your lovers, all of you entangled in each other’s arms.

“Thank you again,” you whisper, your eyes closing as you start to drift off. “For everything.” With that, you drift off, comforted by your lovers’ embrace.

#what we do in the shadows #laszlo x reader #nadja x reader #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo x nadja x reader #wwdits #fanfic #fluff #comfort

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laszlossweetcheese · 9 months

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hii! may i request laszlo x gender neutral reader whos a supernatural being? they could be a werewolf, or a ghost or even a witch, up to you tbh!! fank you <3

It's been too long, but I'M BACK! Thank you so much for your request! I think I'm going to do a second part to this one, so apologies in advance if it's a bit slow going here.

Laszlo x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Reader is a witch trying to make it on their own as a healer. They encounter an interesting new visitor.

Warnings: None

Growing up as a witch in the south had its issues when it came to cultural beliefs about other supernatural beings. You were taught by your mother and her coven that witches were above all, and despite constant arguments with your elders, they remained stuck in their centuries old ways, unwilling to change. As a young witch with a natural talent for healing and the desire to use this skill for the betterment of all supernatural beings, that was something you couldn’t stand for. So, you made the bold decision to move from your home in Georgia, all the way to Staten Island.

You’d heard that witches near more progressive cities had more of an open mind about equality in supernatural society, but upon your arrival to the big city, you found things weren’t much better than they were back home. It was very kind of the coven that had taken you in to welcome you so warmly, but after a couple of months watching your new witch-siblings make plans to extract the semen from local vampire clans in rather outdated and barbaric ways, you decided to fly solo.

Returning home would only prove to your mother that you couldn’t handle life that far away from all you’d ever known and you were desperate to prove her wrong. Determined to improve your healing methods and expand your knowledge of other supernatural species, you began visiting the local night market to speak with other beings and collecting as many books as you could. Understandably, most of the other spooks haunting the area were wary of you and your motives, but you pushed on, thankful your stubbornness was finally useful for something. After a while, you had gained something of a clientele, and your humble townhouse became a magical clinic of sorts.

Being on your own for the first time in your life felt strange at first, but now you had settled into a comfortable routine. Most of your clients preferred to visit you under the cover of night, so you spent your days resting and gathering supplies in preparation for your nighttime patients. It wasn’t the highest paying job by any means, but you finally felt like you were doing something meaningful with your life. Those who couldn’t pay for your services with human money had the option of paying you with knowledge of their species or various ingredients for your remedies, so you were making great progress in finding new treatments for a much wider variety of ailments.

It was a quiet Autumn evening when your doorbell rang, signaling your first visitor of the night. You left your mortar and pestle on your kitchen island and wiped the remnants of various herbs from your hands onto your apron as you hurried to the door, excited to have company. “Oh, Guillermo! Welcome back, it’s been a while,” you say with a smile to the darked haired man on your stoop. As you step back to let him in, you notice another man standing a few feet behind him, looking rather skeptical of you. His dramatically gothic attire was enough to let you know he was a vampire, even without your witchy senses and you understood his hesitation. Witches and vampires were historical enemies. “And who’s your friend?” You add, offering the vampire a friendly smile in an attempt to gain his trust.

Guillermo had become somewhat of a regular after stumbling upon your apothecary bundles at the night market. He’s your only human customer, but you’ve welcomed him nonetheless, having found his company to be rather enjoyable. “Hey, good to see you! This is Laszlo, one of the vampires I live with…he’s…well, he’s sick, so I brought him here hoping you can help him out,” Guillermo replies, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously as he leans in closer to you. “He’s still not totally on board with getting help from a witch, so…I apologize in advance for anything he’s about to say or do,” he whispers.

“I can hear you Gizmo,” Laszlo huffs, earning an eye roll from the familiar. “And I will not be apologizing for telling this semen stealing demon to fuck off if things get too handsy.” “I’m so sorry,” Guillermo sighs. “It’s alright,” you laugh, standing to the side and opening the door wider for them to enter. “I understand the hesitation, Laszlo. I promise your semen is safe.”

Laszlo is still hesitant, but he follows Guillermo inside, watching you carefully as you close the door behind them. “Please, make yourselves comfortable on the couch. Do you want any tea or anything?” You ask, waiting for them to get settled. Guillermo politely declines your offer and the two men sit down on your sofa, Laszlo still looking tense. You sit down in the plush chair across from them, your hands folded in your lap. “So, Laszlo, what seems to be the issue?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, witch,” the vampire huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Now that he’s in better lighting, you can see dark circles under his eyes. He looks exhausted.

“He hasn’t been sleeping,” Guillermo spoke, not wanting to drag this out. “And he’s having trouble turning into a bat.”

“Shut the fuck up Gizmo, you’re giving the witch too much information!” Laszlo hisses.

“Hmm…not sleeping…can’t shift…Laszlo, you have dirt from your homeland under your coffin, yes?” You ask, ignoring the insults.

“Of course.”

“Alright. And have you been feeding regularly? Nothing’s changed with your diet recently?”

“No, nothing different.”

You think for a moment, getting to your feet and walking over to the bookshelf reserved for your texts on supernatural beings. You pull out a book on vampire anatomy and skim through it until you find what you need. “How long has it been since you’ve had a virgin's blood?” Laszlo takes a second to think it over before giving an answer. “Several months now that I think about it.” He turns to Guillermo, pointing a finger at him. “Thanks to this shit familiar not doing his job.”

Guillermo gives you a deadpan look, making you struggle to hold back a laugh. “Well, it seems to me like you just need a dose of virgin’s blood to get a good night’s sleep. Once you’re well rested you should be able to use your bat form again,” you explain, closing the book and returning it to its place on the shelf.

“Great,” Guillermo sighs, looking exhausted himself. “Guess that’s up to me then.”

“Not at all!” You interject, stepping into the kitchen. You return with a cold bloodbag straight from the fridge marked ‘virgin’ with black sharpie. You hold it out to Laszlo, who takes it and looks it over.

“Right…so I drink this and boom, I’m cured? And you’re not going to take my semen?” Laszlo asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Like I said, your semen is safe. If I wanted your semen I would’ve taken it already,” you tease, nudging the bag into the vampire’s hand. He finally takes it, still eyeing you as he bites directly into the bag and sucks the whole thing dry within seconds.

He lets out a satisfied hum, licking his lips clean. You watch him with a smile, proud of yourself for your diagnosis. “That blood is going to hit you soon, so I recommend you get going. It’s going to be a lot like taking a bit too much NyQuil when you have a cold,” you explain for Guillermo’s sake so he knows what to expect. “He’ll probably be out for a few days straight to catch up on sleep.”

“Thank you. Seriously, he has been such a pain,” Guillermo says, standing up to give you a handshake, which you return happily. “How should we pay you back? I brought you some spearmint seeds, but I don’t think that’s enough for the blood you gave him.”

You take the packet of seeds he holds out to you. “That’s perfect, Guillermo! Thank you.” You look over at Laszlo, who looks like he’s fighting off sleep the best he can. “On second thought…I think I’ll be needing that semen as payment.” You bite back a laugh at your own stupid teasing.

“I told you, witches are not to be trusted!” Laszlo slurs, stumbling to his feet and pointing at you. “I don’t care how sexy you are, you are not taking my semen!”

Your laughter can’t be held any longer at his reaction and you put a gentle hand on his shoulder to help steady him. “Laszlo, I’m only kidding! How about this, you both have to promise to visit me again.”

“We’ll see, witch,” the vampire replies, still swaying from drowsiness.

“I think we can manage that,” Guillermo chuckles. “Thanks again, you really saved me a lot of trouble.” He hooks an arm around Laszlo to help hold him up and you open the door for them.

“Anytime! Let me know how he does,” you say, giving them both a wave as they head outside. Guillermo gives you a wave in return with his free hand and then turns his attention back to helping Laszlo stay upright, the two bickering as they stumble off into the night. You watch them with a fond smile, laughing to yourself as you head back inside.

#laszlo x reader #what we do in the shadows #laszlo cravensworth #fanfic #wwdits

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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COME BACK TO THIS BLOG BABY 😩😩 I NEED MORE LAZ CONTENT

AHHHH I WILL I PROMISE!! I got a new job and have finally settled in enough to get back to fulfilling the requests I have! 👀

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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how about some jackie daytona x reader :0

I am so sorry to keep you waiting on this one! Thank you so much for the request and your patience, I had a lot of fun writing this one :)

Rain Is A Good Thing - One Shot

Jackie Daytona x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Y/n gets caught in heavy rain on the way home from work and finds themselves taking shelter in a dive bar called Lucky's.

Warnings: Smut! They do be getting hot n heavy though.

Rain was the last thing you needed, yet here it was, pouring from the sky as thunder rumbled in the distance. It had been a particularly shitty day at work and you dreaded making the half hour drive through the deluge in the dark. You made it to your trusty Honda Civic just before the sky had opened up even further, escaping the threat of being totally drenched, and for that you were thankful.

You turned your radio up to drown out the sound of the harsh rain battering the roof of your car and started onto the two lane highway that would take you back to your apartment. You must’ve been driving further into the heart of the storm, because the rain only worsened as the thunder grew louder around you. Fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter, you drove on, until the rain had threatened to completely blur your view of the road. “Shit,” you grumble, squinting as you try to find a safe spot to pull off onto the shoulder of the road. To your luck, a driveway appears only a few feet further and you take it, seeing a rather empty parking lot before you. You follow the green glow of a fluorescent sign on the side of a building until you can make out a parking spot toward what you believed to be the entrance. This would have to do until the rain let up enough for you to finish the drive home.

Rather than sitting in your car for god knows how long, you decided to take shelter in the place you’ve made out to be a bar called ‘Lucky’s’. A drink or two definitely couldn’t hurt. You sprinted for the entrance and made it in a time that probably would’ve made you worthy of a record of some sort, but that didn’t keep you from getting completely soaked. With a sigh, you pull open the door and step inside, glad to feel that the heater in this place was functional. After shaking yourself off a bit, you head on over to the bar and take a seat toward the end furthest from the door.

It was a typical small town Pennsylvania bar, with random sports regalia and some Irish decor thrown in here and there for some spice. There are a couple of weathered looking old men playing pool together, but other than that, you’re alone.

“Evening traveler, can I interest you in some human beer?”

You swear under your breath, startling at the sudden voice behind the bar. You relax upon seeing the supposed bartender, a slight laugh bubbling up out of you at your jumpiness. “You scared me, sorry. Um, yeah…could I have a shot of whiskey?”

The dark haired man smiled around the toothpick between his teeth and gave a nod, pouring up your drink for you. It was quite a bit more than a shot, but you weren’t complaining. You shuddered at the first swallow, feeling the warmth of the alcohol start to blossom in your chest.

“Fuck…forgot how strong whiskey is,” you mumbled, earning a chortle from your friend at the bar. “Oh yes, it’s quite the spirit. Not my favorite by any means,” he smiled.

A second drink from the glass was all it took to finish it off and you set the glass back down onto the bar with a thud. You were able to hold off the grimace this time. “Yeah? What is your favorite?” You ask, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

“I’m more of a wine man myself,” he answered, giving you another healthy shot of whiskey. “Dark reds to be precise.”

“Ah, I could never really drink wine. Always gives me headaches.” You swirled the amber liquid around in your glass a few times, watching the mini whirlpool in the center form and twist for a moment before dissipating once more. “Where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking.” The bartender had a unique accent. It sounded British, but there was something else to it you couldn’t quite figure out.

“I don’t mind at all. I was born and raised in Tucson, Arizona,” the bartender said proudly. You furrowed your brow a bit at his answer, having not expected him to be from America at all. You shrugged it off and took another sip. “And you, stranger?”

“Grew up about 15 minutes from here,” you sighed. All your life you had been tethered to this backwoods town and you were sick of it. You’d spent your high school years dreaming of going to college in some state far away, in a big city where there was actually something to do. Unfortunately, that dream didn’t work out when it really hit just how expensive college was, and the death of your last surviving parent ensured that you were in need of a job straight after graduation. “My name’s y/n, by the way.’

“Y/n, lovely name. My name’s Jackie Daytona, but you can call me Jackie,” he replied, reaching out to shake your hand in a way you could only describe as flamboyant. You liked Jackie. He had such an easy going energy that made you feel comfortable, even after the shit day you’d suffered through and the delay in getting home.

“Nice to meet you, Jackie.” You gave him a smile as you returned the handshake. “You have a…charming place.” It wasn’t the cleanest or the most high end dive bar you’d ever been in, but you had definitely seen a lot worse. It was much better than the raging storm outside regardless.

By the time you finished your second drink and the tipsy heaviness in your limbs had subsided, over an hour had passed. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d spent at the bar until your phone vibrated in your pocket and the clock on the screen told you it was nearly 11pm. Talking and laughing with Jackie had made time fly, and despite your drowsiness, you found that you didn’t want to move from the barstool. “Fuck, it’s late,” you mumbled, glancing up from your phone to look around the bar. The rain was still coming down steadily, but it wasn’t as violent as it had been earlier. You also noticed that the bar was now empty, leaving you and Jackie alone.

“Storm’s let up…will you be heading out?” Jackie asked. Maybe it was just you being hopeful, but you thought he sounded disappointed in the thought of you leaving. You gave him a regretful smile.

“I should….” You hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip as you fidgeted with your empty glass. A hand reached out and took one of yours, causing your breath to catch in your throat. You looked up at Jackie with questioning eyes, his thumb gently running over your knuckles.

“You sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” Jackie asked in a sultry voice, the gleam in his eye leaving you with no doubt that he was indeed flirting with you. “Just for a while longer, y/n.”

Your cheeks burned pink and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Hmm…you are being quite persuasive,” you hummed, your gaze traveling down to the man’s mouth and appreciating the fullness of his bottom lip. Maybe it was the last of the alcohol clinging to your bloodstream, but damn you wanted to know how those lips felt against your own.

It seemed as though Jackie could read your mind. The hand not holding your own reached up to brush some stray hair back from your face, his fingers lingering at the spot just below the edge of your jaw and gently brushing over your skin there. You swallowed, feeling your face heat up even more at the contact as you let yourself lean into it. Jackie closed the gap between you, leaning over the bar so that your lips could meet. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back in full, your heart beating in your throat. His lips were gentle but firm, allowing you to make the move to deepen the kiss and choose the pace.

Unfortunately, you had to pull away to get a full breath, panting softly. “I know the bar isn’t supposed to close yet, but what do you think about locking up….just for a bit?” You were a bit surprised at yourself for being so forward, but Jackie was hot and you hadn’t felt this turned on in a long time.

Jackie smirked at you and pressed a shorter kiss to your lips. “I say, I like the way you think, darling.” With that, he left you at the bar to flip the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and lock the door, giving it a push to make sure no one would be coming in. You spun around on your stool to face him once he returned, now on your side of the bar so that nothing was separating you but your clothes. The bartender placed himself between your legs and pulled you into another kiss, this one more passionate as your tongues met and your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. Jackie grasped your waist and held your hips together, making you moan into his mouth.

His hands eventually guided your legs to wrap around his waist and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, causing you to gasp and break your kiss for a moment. Jackie carried you over to one of the tables in the back corner of the bar so that no one would be able to see you from the few windows in the building and laid you down on it so that your ass was just at the edge. You were a breathless mess when Jackie stood up, your skin flushed and your pupils so dilated your irises nearly looked black. The man took in the sight of you as he expertly undid your belt and pulled down your jeans, removing them, your underwear, and your shoes in one swift motion your lust-addled mind couldn't even comprehend. He lifted your shirt up to expose your chest as well, his hands appreciating every inch of skin they could touch.

“Jackie….please,” you whine, your arousal throbbing almost painfully. Jackie laughed darkly at your pleading, leaning down to tease you with wet kisses at your neck. “I like the way you beg,” he purred into your ear, tugging at your earlobe as he pulled back and making you shiver. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his cock when he pulled it free of his jeans, as Jackie had lubricated himself with his spit and was teasing your entrance with the head of it before you could manage to sit up. Just as you were about to start begging for him again, he /finally/ slid into you, letting out a growl as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” he hissed, keeping still to give you time to adjust to his size. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you closer to the edge of the table so that he could push further into you and you let out a gasp at the sensation. Your legs were lifted and placed on Jackie’s shoulder and he started a steady pace, thrusting deep and hard. You had been so wound up beforehand that you were already feeling your orgasm build, your toes curling as Jackie sped up. The moans tearing from your throat were unholy, and you would’ve been embarrassed had you had a clear enough mind to be. Jackie was only spurred on by the sounds you were making and his own grunts and moans joined yours in a lustful chorus.

He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you just right, making you climax with a shout of his name as your legs shook and your back arched. The old wooden table creaked begrudgingly beneath you as Jackie continued his harsh pace until he finished inside you, finally collapsing over you as you both fought to catch your breath.

“Do you think I’ll be seeing you again, darling?” Jackie asked after a few moments of fucked out silecne between you. “I think you’ve found yourself a new regular,” you replied, throwing you both into a bout of laughter.

Thank God for heavy rain.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #Laszlo cravensworth #Jackie daytona #Jackie Daytona x reader #Laszlo cravensworth x reader #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #smut #ask #request #gender neutral reader

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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glad to see someone showing lazslo some love!! could i have an imagine or headcanons about reader dating nadja first, then also falling for laszlo?

Absolutely!! Thank you so much for this request :)

Imagine being in a relationship with Nadja but falling for Laszlo as well

Nadja had met you in a late night café in the city while looking for dinner. You made her laugh and enchanted her into talking with you for most of the night. After another couple of months meeting with you (and maybe some light stalking), Nadja revealed that she was a vampire to you.

Before you knew it, you were living in her gothic mansion and had been introduced to her roommates....and husband. It didn't bother you at all that she had another partner, as she had explained her romantic situation to you previously, but you still felt a bit awkward being around Laszlo.

You always tried to make small talk with Laszlo when you ended up alone together, but he never seemed very interested. You chalked it up to him just not wanting to be very involved with his wife's lovers and tried not to let it bother you too much.

As time went on, you noticed Laszlo speaking to your more often and even cracking jokes on occasion. You had seen how he lit up when talking with Nadja and how proud he looked when he managed to get a laugh out of his wife. Maybe you were mistaken, but you thought you might've seen that same smug smile tugging on his lips after you laughed at his remarks once or twice.

One time, you were cleaning the living room as Laszlo was playing his piano and you hummed along to some of the familiar classical melodies he would play. As you turned around to dust a book shelf on the other side of the room, you caught Laszlo watching you with a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before and it made you stomach flutter.

More and more often you would catch the vampire watching you, whether it be when you were alone or spending time with Nadja and the others. You found yourself hoping Laszlo had his eyes on you and you felt the same fuzzy warmth in your chest when you were around him that you felt with Nadja.

Things continued to progress and Laszlo began referring to you as "darling," "my sweet," and even "my love." Each time he called you these things it made you blush so red that Nadja once asked if you were sick.

Eventually, you couldn't hide it any longer. You had feelings for Laszlo and you needed to tell Nadja. You didn't want to hurt her, but you felt just as bad keeping it from her. She wasn't surprised by the news, of course, having seen the way you and her husband had grown closer throughout your time in the house, and she was ecstatic. "Think of all the extra fun we can have now!" She exclaimed.

You shouldn't have been as shocked as you were to find out that she had known about your and Laszlo's feelings this whole time, but you had been so absorbed in your feelings that you hadn't even considered that Nadja and Laszlo had talked about you to each other regarding your rather obvious crush.

Nadja wasted no time bringing Laszlo into the conversation and you tried your best to keep yourself from shaking like a leaf as you confirmed what your lover had told him. Laszlo is radiating with excitement at the confession and he eagerly twirls you around the room before coming to a halt so that he can pull you into a passionate kiss.

Being in love with one vampire was something you had never imagined to happen to you, let alone two of them. Yet, you've never been happier and wouldn't have it any other way.

#Laszlo cravensworth #Nadja of antipaxos #Laszlo x reader #Nadja x reader #Laszlo cravensworth x reader #Nadja of antipaxos x reader #wwdits #imagine #headcannon #fanfic

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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🦇 Request Guidelines 🦇

At the moment, I am only taking requests for Laszlo x reader fics. Eventually, I'd like to branch out and do other ships and characters, but he's my main focus for the time being. That being said, I am happy to include other WWDITS characters in the fics! I.e.: Laszlo being jealous of Nandor thinking you're getting close with him, etc..

Character Specifics

Please specify if you want an OC and the characteristics you'd like them to have, i.e.: hair color, eye color, body type if you want, name, age, and what have you.

I am happy to do male readers, female readers, gender neutral readers, and any other gender identities.

If no gender for the reader is specified, I'll just write whatever I'm feeling in the moment lol.

Smut?

Yes! I am happy to do kinks that you want included, just be sure to let me know and be specific!

Kinks I am NOT comfortable doing include scat, piss, vomit, underage, and noncon.

If you have a kink that's not listed above and are unsure about it, feel free to ask!

If you have any questions at all or need clarification, please let me know! I am happy to answer any asks or messages if you'd rather have a conversation before sending in a request :)

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #fanfiction #fanfic #laszlo cravensworth #laszlo x reader

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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ty for responding to my question b4 this :)) this is gna be a request so ignore this for the moment if you're busy!! but I was gna ask if you could write some laszlo x reader smut where they are having some cute fluffy sex or smth? just like all messy and kissy n gentle yk? all the smut I can find is like rough 💔💔 thank u so much if u do get round to this!!!

Thank you so much for the request! Just as a heads up, this reader is gender neutral to cover all bases. I hope you enjoy! :)

“Laszlo, no! Go away, I promise I’m fine,” you called out from the bedroom, though the waver in your voice told a different story.

“Now darling, you know I don’t believe that for a second,” Laszlo responded, his vampiric hearing more than enough to pick up on how upset you sounded, even through the heavy wood of the door separating you. “Just open the door for me sweetheart. You don’t have to talk about anything, I just want to see you.”

You hesitated, your forehead resting against the door as you contemplated your partner’s request. You knew he was being sincere and as much as you loved wallowing in your own sorrows, you’d feel much better with your vampire’s arms wrapped around you. After taking another moment to try and calm yourself, you wiped your teary eyes and gave in, trying to manage a small smile as you met Laszlo’s eyes.

“There we are,” Laszlo said, reaching up to gently cup your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away what was left of the tear tracks on your cheeks. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you nearly burst into tears again from the overwhelming emotion that swept over you.

You wrapped your arms around Laszlo’s torso, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you tried to ground yourself. The vampire returned your hug in full, his fingers combing through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. A couple of light sobs escaped you before you managed to stop crying completely and you pulled back just enough to look up at your lover’s face. “I’m sorry I locked you out of the bedroom,” you sniffled, your gaze flicking down to Laszlo’s ruffled collar, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. “I just…I went to the store while you were asleep and there was a group of some asshole teenagers being horrible. I walked by them and they kept whispering to each other and laughing while staring at me. I usually don’t care about what other people think of me, /especially/ some stupid highschoolers being dicks just for something to do, but I…I don’t know, something about it just got to me.” You felt so stupid for crying over something like this, but you hadn’t felt so shitty about yourself in a while and it was too much to handle.

You felt Laszlo’s fingers dig into your shoulders a bit as he clenched them. “You’re shitting me. Which store were you at? I’m going to make them regret ever fucking being born,” he growled, his eyes glinting yellow. The thought of anyone doing anything to hurt you and make you cry filled Laszlo with rage. No one did that to his y/n and lived.

“No, no, Laszlo, I’m okay now, I promise,” you said, finally looking back up to his face and placing your hands against his chest. “I just needed a minute. I’m okay.” It was always comforting to know that the vampire would do anything to protect you, even though his protective nature was a bit frightening and over the top at times. Sure, you would need more than just a few minutes to get out of the mindset the day’s events had put you in, but you didn’t think the teens needed to pay for it with their lives.

Laszlo let out a huff and met your eyes, trying to suppress his anger. “Alright, fine. But you listen to me, y/n,” he said, once again cradling your face with his hands so you couldn’t turn away from him. “I don’t give a flying rat’s fuck what anyone says. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my 400 years of existence. No one else could even hold a candle to you, my love.” If anything, he would take care of those fuckers on his own time and just not tell you about it.

Your cheeks burned bright pink at your lover’s words and you couldn’t help the shy smile that tugged at your lips. Laszlo always knew how to make your heart beat right out of your chest and your stomach fill with butterflies. “You’re too nice to me.”

“My gorgeous darling, I’m not nearly nice enough. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you,” Laszlo replied with a loving smile. He loved seeing you blush at his words.

The vampire pulled you into a tender kiss, one of his hands falling to your waist in order to pull you flush against him. You let your eyes close, pressing yourself into him as you felt that familiar heat pooling in your lower abdomen. By the time Laszlo’s lips parted from your own, you were breathless. “If you’d allow it, I’d like to show you just how beautiful you are,” he said with a smug smirk, earning an eager nod from you.

Laszlo gently pulled your shirt over your head before getting to work unbuttoning your jeans, his eyes wandering over your bare torso as he undressed you. Being the only one naked at this point, you decided to level the playing field a bit and helped Laszlo out of his waistcoat and trousers before he grew impatient. “I’ll do the rest later,” he promised, lifting you up with ease and guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as he gracefully deposited you onto your back. Laszlo crawled up to meet you in another sweet kiss, his eyes full of nothing but love and adoration for you when he pulled away. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes taking in all of you laid out beneath him.

The vampire returned to your lips once more before making his way down your body, leaving a train of kisses in his wake. He paid special attention to your inner thighs, gently biting and sucking at your soft skin as he looked up at you, watching your reaction. You bit your lip hard to muffle the moans that bubbled up out of your throat at the sensation, your fingers gripping at the soft silk sheet beneath you. Laszlo gently, but firmly, held your thighs down to stop your hips from writhing under him and you whimpered softly.

“Now darling, be good for me. I’d like to take my time with you,” he said before getting back to work teasing you to your wits end. “L-laszlo…please,” you whimpered pitifully, your voice breathy as you begged. This caught the vampire’s attention and he pressed one more teasing kiss to your thigh. “Since you asked so sweetly…” He hummed, before /finally/ putting his mouth where you desperately needed it.

Laszlo continued to work slowly, making sure you felt every motion of his tongue. You could only hold back your moans for so long before you didn’t even care about keeping yourself quiet, which didn’t upset Laszlo in the slightest. Your fingers worked their way into your lover’s dark brown hair as you tilted your head back, feeling the pleasure coil tighter and tighter in your belly. Suddenly, the coil snapped, curling your toes and arching your back as you called out for the vampire.

He worked you through it, finally pulling away from you just as your sensitivity got the best of you. You were a post-orgasmic mess, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat and your skin flushed as you panted for breath. “I love seeing you like this,” Laszlo admitted, looking quite pleased with himself. The way he looked down at you made your stomach flip.

“I thought you said you’d get rid of those,” you answered, gesturing to his clothes. Laszlo laughed and sat back on his knees so he could undress himself fully. “That’s much better,” you added once he was as naked as you, sitting up to run your fingers through the dark hair covering the center of his chest. You pulled him into another kiss, the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips.

He tugged your leg, pulling you down into a lying position again with himself between your legs. “Laszlo!” You laughed, earning a chuckle from the vampire as he positioned himself more comfortably. “I love you,” you murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “And I love you. More than anything,” he replied, pressing his lips to yours. He gently pushed himself inside you, making you moan into his mouth. Once his cock was fully seated inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust before he began a slow rhythm.

You kept your eyes closed when your lips parted, focusing on the feeling of your bare skin against Laszlo’s and the sounds of your breaths mingling together. “Open your eyes for me, y/n,” the vampire said, and you complied after a moment of debate. Your cheeks darkened again with embarrassment as you looked up at Laszlo, meeting his intense gaze. “You’re perfect. Everything about you,” he continued, making you fight to keep your eyes on his instead of turning away like you so desperately wanted to. You smiled up at him bashfully just as he angled his hips to hit your sensitive spot, forcing a moan out of you and embarrassing you even further. You had done this with Laszlo countless times before and had gotten used to being so vulnerable with him, but tonight he was hellbent on reducing you into a flustered puddle in the bed.

Just as you were growing close to a second orgasm, Laszlo slowed to a stop and turned you both onto your sides, still facing one another. His hand brought your leg up to hook over his hip and he reached down between you both to slide himself back into you. The new angle had him thrusting even deeper into you than before and hitting your sweet spot with every other stroke. You reached up to rest your hand at the curve of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape. The vampire rested his forehead against your own, panting and moaning softly as his hand caressed your body wherever it could reach.

“I’m close,” You whimper, your leg clinging onto Laszlo tightly as you bucked your hip to meet his thrusts. Laszlo kept his pace, his fingers digging into your hip as he held back his own release. “Come for me, y/n,” he panted, and that did it. You came for a second time, fingernails clawing into the back of your lover’s neck as you moaned out his name. He was sure to fuck you through your orgasm before letting himsel climax, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you with a low growl.

Both of you lay there in silence as you came down, panting asynchronously. You met Laszlo’s eyes again, unable to keep the wide smile from your face as you pushed his hair back. “You’re beautiful too, you know,” you said, smiling against Laszlo’s lips as you kissed. “Not even close to as gorgeous as you, darling,” he smiled in return. “One day, you’ll see yourself as I do, even if it takes the rest of eternity. I promise you that.”

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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hello! i was wondering if you'd be willing to write smut? you don't have any guidelines that I can find so I didn't just want to straight up send a smut request in incase that would make you uncomfortable :)

Howdy! My apologies for not having any guidelines set up yet, things have been a bit crazy and that totally slipped my mind lol. I am definitely down to do some smut! As far as any things I won’t do, it would have to be pretty hardcore/out there. I’ll be sure to make a guidelines post for the future

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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Come As You Are - One Shot

Laszlo Cravensworth x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary: Y/N comes out to Laszlo as non-binary after serving as his and Nadja's familiar for a couple of years.

Warnings: Flirty Laszlo gets a ~little~ dirty

A/N: Ayyy, first ever publicly posted fic! Thank you very much for reading :) Also, I use Y/D/N to stand for Your Dead Name in this fic

It had been two years since you’d become the familiar of Laszlo and Nadjia, and though this job was wildly different from anything you’d ever imagined yourself doing, you absolutely loved it.

Sure, cleaning up the remains of a vampire couple’s dinner could be physically and emotionally draining, but you were a pro at this point. In fact, you rarely gag while cleaning now, which is something you pride yourself on.

The last two years have provided you with ample time to adjust to your new lifestyle, which means you don’t tend to shy away from much. You’d never been super adventurous before taking on this role, but living in a house full of vampires had opened your eyes to….well….a lot of things. You had witnessed your vampires fight off a pack of werewolves, escaped execution by the Vampiric Council, and met several horrific beings you’d believed to be mythical before coming face to face with them.

So, with all of this new-found bravery, why do you feel like your heart is going to jump right out of your throat right now? It’s a rather calm night in the house, which you’ve come to recognize as rare, with no immediate threats to your own life or your masters’. Yet, here you were, hyperventilating in the bathroom as if you were moments from death. “Fuck…Fuck,” you panted quietly, splashing a bit of cold water on your face in an attempt to get your shit together. It was just going to be a simple conversation, right? All you needed to do was tell Laszlo about your new identity. How hard could that be?

About a year ago, you had ended up talking to your fellow familiar, Guillermo, about various gender identities and sexualities. It was too long ago to remember exactly how it came up, but it was probably around the time the vampires were planning an orgy and you had gotten a little confused in trying to understand what each of the vampires’ preferences were. Guillermo had mentioned that he had met a few vampires in his service to Nandor that he could best describe as non-binary. You had heard the term before, but you’d never learned much past a shallow definition, so you began asking Guillermo more about it. The more he explained, the more it struck a chord within you, and a few months ago you had come to accept that you were non-binary yourself. Last week, Guillermo had been the first person you told, and he was more than accepting of you.

Since coming out to Guillermo, you had been working up the nerve to tell the others in the house. He had assured you that they wouldn’t be offended by your new identity and that he would be there to help you explain and to correct the vampires in how they referred to you if they were to slip up and use your deadname or wrong pronouns, which you were grateful for. Tonight was going to be the night you told Laszlo, goddamn it, even if you threw up from anxiety while doing so. Nadja was out for a midnight stroll with Nadja doll, and Nandor, Guillermo, and Collin Robinson were all preoccupied doing their own things, which meant now was the perfect time. You figured telling them one at a time would be less overwhelming than gathering everyone in the library to make an announcement.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and gave the sides of the sink a hard squeeze, letting go as you exhaled so that your body would relax. With one last glance at your flushed expression in the mirror, you shut off the light and forced yourself out into the hallway.

“Hey Laszlo,” you say as you enter the music room, hoping the vampire was too consumed in his piano playing to notice the slight waver in your voice.

“Hello, Y/D/N,” Laszlo replies, glancing over his shoulder at you as he continues to play a soft melody.

‘He seems to be in a good mood,’ you think to yourself, but that doesn’t keep your hands from trembling. “H-hey, um…could I talk to you for a second?”

The fear in your voice must’ve really come through that time, because Laszlo stops playing completely and turns himself around on the piano bench, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. “What is it? Did Gizmo fuck up my special sex robe?”

You couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh and shook your head. “No, no, I promise your…sex robe is totally fine. I made sure to wash it for you myself,” you assure him. “I…um,” you clear your throat and take a breath, trying to keep your throat from closing. “I wanted to talk to you about my…my name, and gender?” You hadn’t meant to sound so unsure, but you were struggling to find the right words. So much for your hour-long practice conversation you’d had with yourself earlier.

Laszlo was relieved that his robe was safe, but utterly confused about what you were trying to say. “Your gender? What the hell are you on about?” Having been his familiar for this long, you knew Laszlo wasn’t being harsh or mean, he was just incredibly blunt.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to make this make sense to you…Ah, fuck it,” you sigh, shaking out your clammy hands. Perhaps word vomit was the best course of action. “I’m not a man or a woman. I don’t feel comfortable as either…So I’m non-binary, I guess. I know it sounds confusing, but basically I don’t like being called Y/D/N. I’d rather be called Y/N, and not referred to as a guy or a girl.” Your heart is beating double-time and you’re biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood as you await Laszlo’s response.

The vampire took a moment to try and process what you had said, his brows staying furrowed, but not in an angry way. “Right, okay then,” he finally said, giving a nod. “Didn’t know there was a term for that, but I’ve known plenty of people who aren’t men or women. Hell, I’ve fucked most of them. No need to worry about that, my darling,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Y/N it is. Quite fitting for you, actually.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief you felt, and you let out a deep sigh as you wiped your eyes. “Thanks Laszlo, I was really worried you’d be upset with me or something, or even fire me,” you admitted with a laugh. It seemed quite silly to have been so scared.

“Absolutely not, you’re the best familiar Nadja and I have ever had, and we have had a LOT of familiars,” Laszlo said, standing up to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “And, Y/N, I gotta say, man, woman, or neither…I’d do you just the way you are,” he added with a wink, smiling smugly.

He’d always been a flirt with you, but recently he’d been laying it on even thicker and you couldn’t stop the dark blush that threatened to set your cheeks on fire. “Yeah, yeah,” you laugh sheepishly, rolling your eyes as you try to play it off. “Do you think you could help me tell Nadja when she gets home?”

“Of course. She won’t give a damn either, I assure you,” Laszlo promises, taking your hand to pull you over to the piano as he sits back down on the bench. “I was just writing a song for my good lady wife, would you tell me what you think of it so far?”

You’re more than happy to rest your elbows on the top of the piano as you watch him resume playing, your heart feeling much lighter than it had a mere ten minutes ago. “I’d love to! Oh, but before you sing it, I forgot to tell you about my pronouns.”

“Y/N, what the fuck is a pronoun?”

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