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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hi! Please could I request a Kai Parker x Salvatore!reader where they are pining for each other but can’t do anything because of her brothers. They eventually agree to start dating but hide it from everyone. Y/N then winds up pregnant months later (some supernatural miracle baby, you can decide how), and everybody finds out. Thanks ❤️‍🔥

Off With The Heretic’s Head

Summary: based on the request ^^^

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Kai Parker x Salvatore reader

Warnings: pregnancy, vampire cravings, mentions of death and violence, euphemisms for genitalia, mentions of sex and daddy kink mentions, swearing, threats, mentions of alcohol, brief angst, a lil fluff

Word Count: 2688

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Kai had been sent to his own personal hell, and you were aggravated to uncover that, almost as you had been when you had been tricked into thinking that your brother had killed him. It was impossible not to mope around the house, ignoring any word that your siblings had to say to you; they knew that you and the sociopath had been close, but just not as close as they had expected. And this, the world now without him was your personal hell. If you could go back and reverse the cruelty that had been done you would, however Kai had already dug his own grace when he killed his sister. The wedding had been a massacre, in his rage he had even snapped your own neck, and when you had came to all you saw was his head flying off from his shoulders.

But it had all been a hoax, a trick to calm the people and deceive them into believing that he was no longer alive. You weren’t going to give up, and thus you continued looking through the grimoire that you had taken from the Parker residence in Portland, searching for any way to extract someone from a prison world. As you looked upon the aged pages, your lids felt heavy and your stomach began to rumble, strange. Perhaps it was lack of hope since there was nothing that you could find that devised a ploy of rescuing someone from such sentenced lengths; you felt helpless, depressed from losing the one thing that you had learned to love through the almost two centuries of which you had been alive. Or perhaps it was something else, you thought as you felt a stab from within your stomach drive you insane.

Against your better judgement, you rose to your feet, being a little wobbly as you began to walk through the house until you came to the locked away refrigerators that housed the blood that had been passed from hospital to immortal hand. It was the only source of food that your body craved, and it appeared as though it were starving for a developed taste of the substance; for it to moisten your tongue, to slink down your throat and overall exonerate any hunger that pardoned it’s interior. And thus you grabbed a bag and sunk your fangs messily into the plastic, drawing out the liquid gold within, but one was simply not enough, not in the slightest. You became lost with how many you had drained, slumping yourself upon the concrete floor and your back against the container as you held your stomach that finally appealed some kind of satisfaction.

One thing you had not anticipated was for anyone to see you in this carnivorous state, but frankly you had no choice in the matter as the door was peeled open and one of your brothers glanced down at you with wide eyes. They all knew that you were in mourning, and anyone else would assume that this devised appetite was a symptom, but Stefan could tell there was something else burdening you. He walked closer and ducked his head over so that he could peer into the cold basin; it was empty, void of any more supplies that him or Damon may possibly need to control their own urges. “What is taking you so long brother, I thought you wanted to grab a snack for the road and go?” Damon spoke before the latter could, he was slowly getting better with people, all things considered what with Elena in a long term sleep that would not be broken until Bonnie deadly hit the hay.

“There’s none left.” He stated, almost scared of what force had conjured you into doing so and leaving them scarce for resources, but Damon tutted, walking in but instantaneously halting his steps when he was met with the sight of you. “Y/n… why did you eat it all?” It was the question that all in the room were wondering, including yourself but you could amount to no conclusion and simply shrugged your shoulders, wiping your blood stained lips with the back of your hand. His blue orbs squinted at you, aware that this was very out of character for you, and as he thought long and hard, he sighed, coming to what he thought the problematic answer to be. “Is this about Kai? If it is you should know that we had to-“ Within an instant, you had used your enhanced speed to your advantage, and despite the oncoming dizzy spell that was clouding your senses, you pinned your eldest brother against the wall, hand reaped onto the chest of his heart, it looking as though you were threatening to rip his heart out as he had metaphorically and poetically done to you.

“It’s not about Kai, and don’t you dare say his name, not after what you did!” You seethed, your brother no doubt thinking of how he flawlessly removed the heretic’s head from his eloped shoulders rather than his future imprisonment. “It’s about this rousing feeling that is tugging at my gut, I feel immobile to speed around, it’s taking all of my energy to hold you here, and with no surprise I am still hungry. So go and bring me back a nice human steak for me to chomp on, or I’ll choose to go out hunting on my own, ripper style. Stefan knows what I’m talking about.” Your words were practically growled out from the tight seal of your lips, Stefan's eyes were widened from the venom that left them, amazed that you so much as dared speak to your brother in such a way. After all the years of his various wrong doings, you had never exploded in a rage like you were in the moment, you kept your emotions contained as you saw it as Damon being misguided and lost, and he realised that was probably how you must have been feeling right now.

"I'm calling Bonnie." Damon stated, a line invading the centre of your face as you stiffly frowned towards him, crossing your arms and banging the back of your head against one of the brick walls. "Don't give me the look that you used to when you wanted to throw a ball around with us and father wouldn't let you; this, you right now, need tending to. Something is wrong and I am not going to leave you, you'll be miserable either way as I see it so suck it up little sis. Now I have a witch to bother, and it may take some convincing because she is already pissed off at me. So you are very welcome for my help." He walked out of the room, retrieving his phone out of pocket as he headed out of the house to the garden, calling Bonnie's number. It was amazing that she even picked up, considering her current mood with him. "Hey Bon Bon. How are you? Good I hope. Anyways I was wondering that you could do me a favour, and before you say no, it's not in regards to you." A huff fell through the line, before the rant from the Bennet witch began.

"Is this about how you brought Kai back? Because if so, I am out. I want nothing to do with that psychopath, and you need to let your siblings know of your stunt, otherwise if he appears I fear that y/n will have a mental breakdown and that Stefan will kill you. If you'd like I could help with that, see to it that you don't have the opportunity to pull some stupid act again." He could already imagine how Bonnie was expressing her irritancy, Enzo would no doubt be worried; her hand would be exposing a white grip around her phone and she would be profusely pacing, no doubt wearing a dent in the ground.

"Y/n's already kind of having a mental breakdown without knowing about Kai's return. So I need you to do your witchy woo crap and find out what the hell is wrong with her, and before you say it's because she's a Salvatore, vampires aren't supposed to walk all zig zaggy and struggle to stand, not to mention she drained our entire freezer of blood and we only had it restocked at 5am this morning. And then she threatened me a bit when I so much as mentioned her heretic fanboy. So could you please get here ASAP and make sure she isn't going to suddenly die on me?" Damon gave Bonnie a minute to answer, and when she said nothing he took her silence as compliance to the favour that he was asking for. "Thankyou."

“She’s pregnant…” Bonnie’s face was filled with shock as was your own, the mouths of your brothers hung open as they acknowledged the fact that had been dismissed into the air. It hardly appeared as though that was possible, a vampire being impregnated, you were supposed to be dead and unable to obtain any sense of procreation unless that meant turning somebody into a vampire, but that wasn’t the same. The witch’s expression distorted into a frown as many things ran through her mind, her focus searching for any answer that could explain this unnatural miracle. You licked your lips as you worried for what she was next to ask, it was obvious what it was to be, and it seemed that she was the only one that could question it as every one else in the room had lost any sense of speech. “Wait… who is the father?” Gulping, you swallowed down the truth that only you knew, aware of how they would all react to the exposure of who the father was.

For the first time, it made you relieved that Kai was in some prison world, but simultaneously that made him a sitting duck to any advances that your family may have tried to pull on him. "Tell me how to get Kai out of the prison world and I'll tell you." It was an offer that all were displeased with, Bonnie more than the others considering that she thought that you deserved to know. "Oh come on, don't give me those looks, of course I knew. My hearing has gotten so much better, maybe because of this child inside of me, or because I simply miss him. It's a fair trade, so come on, fess up and I'll let you in on my little secret." You raised your brow at the three musketeers that were watching you, however Stefan's gaze shifted behind you as an applause from said location began to emit. It made you nervous as to who that would be, and so you turned in where you sat, seeing no other than Kai Parker taking up residency in threshold to the room. "Malachai." Damon's next disgruntled and unimpressed sound drew the attention of Stefan, who was more than cautious about his involvement.

"Damon, what did you do?" There was a mixture of underlying anger and fear in his voice; he wouldn't have freed him from his imprisonment for no reason, and it was his intention to uncover why he had done so. Laughter peaked from Kai which had a smile breaking out upon the heretic's face as he walked into the room, Bonnie was sneering at him, more so as he began to walk closer to you, and you did not mind his proceed to do so at all. Damon gulped down his shame, lowering his head. "We have to kill the sirens somehow." It was another selfish thing that he had commended, they had made him suffer and so he planned to do the same with an experienced sociopath by his side. "Though you're timing was rather interesting," Damon spoke, his words spilling through his bared teeth, "stay away from my sister, she doesn't need your congratulations."

"Oh don't be so sour Demon, and I think as the father I should get some credit. I mean, she wasn't able to procreate by herself. Must have been before I turned now I think about it, I think I probably siphoned out the magic of her vampirism, and well from there you can picture it though I recommend you don't do that, it'd be weird, you're her brothers...and Bonnie. Does this mean you'll be our midwife Bon Bon, I mean as long as you don't try and kill them behind my back like you did to me then we should be all good. And come on Steven don't give me that look, with how much time we spent together you couldn't have thought we were just friends." Your eyes widened, unsurprised by the confidence that Kai emitted but more surprised by the excitement that he poised on the matter.

"You seriously fucked him y/n?!" Damon half yelled, to which you nodded feeling not shamed in the slightest from having done so. "You seriously let this little weasel put his hands on you? And you let him put it in you? Jesus, I need a drink, more than the amount of which you drained earlier. Ugh, this is disgusting, never thought you'd be this psycho's fuck buddy, that is just- thinking about it makes me want to throw up. Bonnie do you have anything that will make me deaf because I don't want to hear anymore?" However this is what Damon got when he exploited the ability of Bonnie Bennet; things always went to shit but nothing before had ever gone this wrong.

"May I just say my 'little weasel' didn't go inside of her because of some arrangement, we were dating, I'd like to think we still are despite my absence which is not my fault, also I am a sociopath, and if you want me to help with that I can slap your head right from your neck if you'd like, it's a say so like you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." Damon picked up a glass and threw it at the heretic, though he managed to catch it and drop it carelessly to the ground. "Now that wasn't very nice."

"Neither are you." Bonnie stated, causing you to sigh. You rested your hand on Kai's thigh as you rolled your eyes at the erupting drama around you; it was as though Elena was still awake. "Can you all shut up for one second? Everything is out in the open now, so just piss off or something so I can speak to the father of my child in private and if not we'll go elsewhere." Damon stood strong, but Stefan subtly nodded towards you, grabbing your fuming brother, Bonnie following after one last look of disgust towards your partner. "So... this was kind of unexpected, though you had rather great timing, otherwise I'd be getting grilled all night and day until I let it slip that it was you." You puckered your lips together to fill the silence, Kai ran his thumb over your bottom lip, moving closer so that he could tug on it with his teeth.

"Does this mean that you'll call me daddy more often?" A whack to his arm caused the heretic to snicker, however he pulled you into his body, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head. "Joking, well not really. But know that I'll be here for you and our little Gemini babies, that's why I came here, I could feel them, it was as though they were calling out to me. It's quite crazy, I could feel them when I was a world apart too, they actually made me stronger, and I had a plan to escape up until your brother released me and ruined my elaborate scheme." A smile fell onto your face, Kai's arm was snug around you as the heat of the fire warmed your bodies, you pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You were content to stay like this until you filtered through his previous words. Gemini babies, them. Shit this was going to be a long ride.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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The Ripper Returns

Summary: Stefan has lost his humanity and vanished on a killing spree, and y/n, despite everyone’s advice against it, goes after him to bring him back to Mystic Falls

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral sex (m->f), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, mentions of death and murder, blood, dirty talk, reader cheats, mention of daddy kink, no humanity, trickery, needles, written in third person, ripping of clothes, weapons, mentions of object insertion, swearing, like one mention of puke

Word Count: 2274

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Bloodlust provoked his every instinct, he was insatiable for more, deliriously hungry for each drop of mortal essence; Stefan, as he had become yet again, growled through his stained fangs, observing the sounds that renegaded through his sensitive ears. He could hear a heart beating, and that in itself set him in overdrive as he lurked in the house of his victim, prepared to devour whomever had entered the derelict residency that he had already satiated. The scent the new comer carried was familiar, like a candle lit in the cold weather of fall, sitting atop of the tables in the grill, brewing away its cinnamon induced scent through the devised wick that was burning with a sunset hue flame.

“Stefan.” His humanity was off, and in this moment of his face being strewn with his delicious sin, he cared not for the label that pitiful humans knew him by. He was not a person, he was a creature of bad intent, desiring nothing more than rip into another living organism and drain it for every ounce of which it was worth. With the back of his hand, he wiped the crimson residue from his lips, soon licking them after as he chased after the echo, plodding down the steps with a full stomach that was screaming for more plentiful satisfaction. A stake of wood flew into the apex of his shoulder as he reached the bottom step, he cared not in regards to the pain that blossomed in the area of impact; he felt nothing, especially towards the shooter. Her face coiled at the sight of him dressed in the spillage of his appetite, his clothes were drenched in blood, she could smell the putrid stench from where she stood.

“If it isn’t y/n. Pretty little naive y/n, chasing after the big bad vampire. Is the thrill fun? I’m sure the pounding of your heart sends such sensations down to your cunt, doesn’t it little hunter? I guess Jeremy’s stake just isn’t big enough to give you what you really want.” He was toying with y/n as though she were his prey, and it would be no surprise if that were the case; she had seen the trail of massacre that he had left in his wake, that was how she had found him. Of course she had gone against everyone’s wishes to uncover his whereabouts and tread lightly in his chaotic footsteps, Damon had been hellbent on stopping her, being well aware of all that his brother was capable of. This wasn’t his brother, it was a serial killer, a ripper that loved nothing more than to adjourn every life form he encountered into one of his many names on his wall.

“I’m here to stop you, and get Stefan back. Cut the chit chat unless we’re gonna get down into the deep talks of your mummy and daddy issues.” Y/n whirled her grasp around her gun which contained bullets that were laced with vervain; she had spent much time in a dingy hotel room making them, preparing for this very moment where they came face to face. And his face made her feel sick to her stomach, it was clustered with liquid roots from inside multiple bodies, the evidence of his slaughter doing nothing more than possibly foreshadowing soon that she was to be painted on his face amidst the murder that was already sprayed across the palette.

His eyes were humorously dark and bloodshot as he dared to step another inch closer; y/n’s finger shot to dance over the trigger, sufficing her threat right before his malevolent features. “I do like to be called daddy if that’s what you’re asking; perhaps you should keep that in mind for later when I eat you.” If y/n ever heard normal average Stefan say such things, she’d have laughed at the concept, throwing her head back and not caring if she was bearing her neck to his exquisite vision. However, Stefan was deprived of all personality, he was a walking conductor of life, taking it where he pleased, and affirmatively having a decline in consequences for any result that he snatched.

“You’re funny, I’m hysterical from you threatening my life.” Y/n rolled her eyes in his presence, Stefan’s face turning stoic from her dry sarcasm. “But we both know that when you flip the switch back on, every single thing that you have done is going to come back rolling in waves, and you know exactly what that’s like, you’ve been here before, as well as drowned when you were cast into that safe. So do us all a favour and let it out Salvatore, it’s going to save a lot more blood shed.” Sneering at the words that y/n proposed, he whiplashed closer to her, taking her off guard as he pinned her strictly against the wall, his fangs seething in front of her eye line as he pushed her hair over her shoulder, feeling her veins pulse beneath his criminal fingertips.

“I’m going to send you to heaven and back, but I’m not going to kill you little hunter. I’m going to leave you here as a reminder for Alaric and Jeremy to abandon their hunt on me, and well, I’m going to be constantly on your mind afterwards.” He tucked his hands in the loops of y/n’s belt and beneath as he dismissed her daggers to the ground, throwing them so they raced away from her feet, pressing his chest against hers, his lips tantalisingly brushing against her cheek and dragging a smear of red along the natural structure of her face. It made her cringe, she gulped as she thought about Jeremy and how he’d react if she were to give into the seduction of the vampire. As that thought surpassed her mind, it was as though Stefan could read her mind as he pressed his lips to her tense occupation of roots at your hair line, and whispered deviously. “He doesn’t have to know y/n, no one does. It can be our little secret.”

She couldn’t say that the offer wasn’t vastly tempting, though you didn’t want to give into his sensual whim. If y/n did she couldn’t even blame the aggravation of compulsion, as she had a river of potent vervain coursing through all chambers of her body, and Stefan was aware of that, not only could his nose burn lightly from the derived scent that whisked up the passage of his nostrils, but he had watched her digest food and water containing it in the past, she had even had gone so far as injecting it into her bloodstream as a method to take all possible precautions. She was practically a bomb ready to blow in his looming presence, a temptation that would bring him to his demise. He remembered how there was an ache tormenting his dead stone heart when he watched y/n and Elena’s little brother grow into more than friends, but now he felt nothing, if he so much wished he could take y/n without feeling an ounce of regret, and that was what his damned demeanour planned to do.

“And what about how you’re going to feel after this shell of emotional protection smashes from around you, and you crumble and reflect on how I took advantage of you. I don’t want that on my conscience; nor do I want to be seen as the monster after you stop being one. That is what I’ll know, what I did, how I betrayed not only Jeremy but the real you. I’d rather you not stare at me with disgust every time you see me when things return to normal, because I can assure you that they will, I’d rather not hate myself because of you.” Gritting her teeth against one another, she fought back with all she could; words. Weapons were of no use to her now, she was trapped between a deterred vampire that and a stiff wall, it was an impossible escape. Everything that she could have used had been stolen from her cusp, Alaric, her teacher, would be so disappointed in her lack of continuing spite.

“It’s would be a mutual expense of taking advantage of each other.” Stefan corrected y/n, tipping her chin up to face him with the pad of his index finger, tapping on the spot in which he had used as leverage afterwards. “And little old me, goody two shoes Stefan has always liked you Stefan, this would merely be fulfilling one of my past fantasies and bringing it to a realistic light. Perhaps I’d be as good in the sack as you perceived I was in your diary, that was an accident that I read that part, it was back when you went missing at the end of senior. But I not only found you through that but what you want me to do to you, and boy, if I were you I’d already hate myself.” He used his infamous ripper tactic, stripping a woman down from the confidence that she held, and it was working as he heard y/n take in a sharp breath, and he took that as his chance to put his hands on her waist, noticing how her breath continued to hitch, as he grasped either side of her shirt, and tore it from her body, revealing her display of flesh that had him licking his lips.

It was quite the sight, her breasts balanced in the bra as she ogled up at him; it was on a crossroad between a glare and a yearn for more, though it was clear that she was not fighting back as she allowed her hands to fall loosely at her sides. Stefan had defeated each vessel of preparation that she had carried with her, and now y/n was defenceless. His hands next danced over the waistband of her jeans, as he jingled with her belt until it smacked on the ground, making the poor little lamb that was at his mercy jump from the sudden noise. “You may hate yourself but I can tell that you don’t hate this. I can smell you soaking through your panties, and my, it is quite the aroma. And I did say that I would eat you.” As he descended to his knees and pulled her trousers with him, he realised that her eyes were flickering between him and the weapons that were scattered upon the old wooden flooring, if she wanted y/n could send her knee into his face and crawl to grasp one.

But it appeared that the old entry in her diary remained true as she kicked her shoes and the bottoms she wore off from around her ankles, changing her gaze to subject to him alone. Stefan reeled his hands around her calves, ascending them as he rubbed his eager nose against her hidden bud, reprising a bite of the lip from the huntress above him. God, did she smell captivating, like a spring morning whence the flowers bloomed and sent their seeds into the tall grass. He chose to rip the fabric that tightly wrapped around her ass and other areas too, aware of how much she would be humiliated when Jeremy and Alaric finally caught up with her, not only would they find out that she hadn’t managed it save Stefan nor the people that lived in the house, but they would see her fabricated in nothing more than that housed the courteous ladies if he didn’t decide to ruin that garment too. They’d know of what they did together, and Jeremy would see how much better her body reacted to Stefan than him.

“Do something Salvatore, or I swear that I’ll get a stake from my trunk and fuck myself with it.” That sounded like an interesting rouse of which he’d like to see, but he couldn’t deny himself for any longer, he had to taste all that y/n had to offer. He leant forwards and latched his mouth onto her dripping cunt, his fangs prodding either side of his labia to remind her of what he was rather than who. Sounds spilled from her lips as her hands clawed at the wall, not wanting to mess his locks up even if he was no longer sporting what she used to call his ‘hero hair’. It didn’t matter, none of it, nothing did - in this moment all that was reeling through her mind was how good his tongue felt as he pleasured her with it, running it around her entrance until he slipped it inside. Now that was one place he didn’t need an invitation to be, though if he did, then she’d happily give it to him. All those disgraceful thoughts in what she liked to call her set of ‘vampire diaries’ had been correct the whole time, Stefan could digress above and beyond with the experience in the bedroom that he had had in the last century, it was certainly no let down.

“Stefan, I’m going to cum.” She was right about him being a careless monster as he separated his face away from between her eyes that were now stained with the intentional blood from his victims, she whined as he parted from her, a deep chuckle riveted from his chest as he licked his lips, rather pleased himself from the flavour that he had delved into head first, literally. Y/n was about to cause more of a scene in regards to her denied orgasm, but as her eyes carded over Stefan’s large hands, she realised that he was releasing his hard shaft from the confines of his trousers, and she was amazed at the length that he had hidden away so well beneath his clothing. It was large and red and throbbing, and she wanted to inhabit the devices of a vampire and suck it dry, but she had no control as Stefan took himself in hand and pressed his body against his own, stifling his height down a little so that he could easily slide the tip of his cock across your drenched cunt, and eventually push in.

Hands belonging to the huntress found their way onto the ripper’s bouldering shoulders, she was well aware that there was a tattoo beneath the material on his right arm, but she lost that track of thought as his tongue swiped up her neck, pushing the rest of his length into her as she keened into his strong chest. He hardly waited a moment for her adjust as he established a pace; it wasn’t sweet and caring as she had once premised the image of how Stefan would bed a lady would be, instead it was brash and rushed as his hips acted as piston, hammering his sufficient cock in and out of her stubborn walls that were attempting to absorb him in one place. “Always knew you’d be so tight, guess I was right about your Gilbert boy.” The mention of Jeremy had y/n swallowing down the feeling of vomit as she shook him free of her imposing thoughts, attuning all of her devotion onto this momentous occasion with the man that she had grown affectionate towards.

To know that he had felt the same and now he was using her as nothing more as a directory to get off stung a little, but she gulped it down, a moan fragrantly abandoning her well bitten lips as Stefan’s fingers pinched at her clit, toying with it beneath the hood and deriving insane sensations to render through her body. “I’m going to cum Stefan. Shit- I’m so close.” The crown of her head jested back against the wall, and Stefan’s vein rooted eyes drew in on her neck, but he had to remain sensible, otherwise he would be caught. But he couldn’t help himself, not as he simultaneously sunk his teeth into you and came inside of you, both actions triggering your orgasm to flutter around his length. A poisonous burn afflicted his gums as he pulled away, a mixture of steam and blood composing from his mouth. Luckily Stefan hadn’t torn off her bra, and this, as y/n caught her breath, she took out a small injection that was filled with vervain, and stabbed it into his own neck, getting revenge as he crashed to the ground. Now it was time to call Alaric and Jeremy and let them know that she had for once and for all caught the ripper, and better yet, proved them wrong.

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years

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do you write stefan salvatore smuts? if so, can you please write a smut where the reader and stefan are at a party with friends and her dress drives him crazy and she starts to tease him which leads to sex?

tease with the beer stained knees;

Summary: based on the request

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vagina sex, penetrative sex, teasing, mention of fucking in front of other people, alcohol consumption, teasing, blood drinking

Word Count: 1078

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Stefan could not help but allow his eyes to linger on the exposed skin of your thighs, they were practically begging for the attention, although seemingly you weren’t. You were stood with your friends, red solo cup in hand as you laughed at something Elena had said, spilling a little of the liquor that ran down your body and onto your legs, only making Stefan grow more desperate. He usually tried to be more collected with his lust when other people were around, but the control was no longer in his hands, your arm was as he dragged you away as hunger caused him to salivate, the dress was pretty though it had to go for the greater good, no matter how selfish the purpose on his part was.

You followed along with him, careful not to trip in your heels as you narrowed down the route that you were taking in the boarding house, stepping up the stairs and to the most sensual room, the one that belonged to your vampiric boyfriend. He closed the door stiffly behind your form as the moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating the structure of his face, his jaw was tense as he trailed his pupils down, lurching against you to cup your face, pursuing his lips upon your own, engulfing any questions that you had intended to ask. “I see you took the hint Salvatore.” You remarked as your arms encased his neck in their amorous loop, his head had been nestled against your neck, laying marks upon the vulnerable flesh, but from that statement his eyes grew darker, enraged by betrayal.

So all along you had known what you had been doing, his chin lifted so that he engaged with eye contact with you. “Take it off.” If you weren’t already on vervain you would be sampled by compulsion to do what he said, but as said you weren’t, and so with pushing him back, you grasped the straps, tugging them down your arms as you shuffled the rest of the midnight material down your body until it bunched around your ankles. You were a vixen, a sly fox as you stood there bare before him, your nipples pebbled and straining for his attention. Now he could see that you had been his prey all along rather than the reverse of that method, and he was okay with that, so long as passion ensued.

He claimed your mouth again, turned on by your devious little tricks to aggravate and arouse him, as he tugged your nude body to be resting upon his comfortable bed; it truly was a myth that vampires did not sleep, in fact Stefan liked to make the most of it, he enjoyed imagining that he was mortal once more, and no longer had to drain the blood of the living to survive, he wanted a mundane life with you as boring as others may have found it. And though he was not, he felt like a teenage boy to have a woman laying in his bed, he felt giddy as your hands crawled up his back, tugging at his shirt and ascending the fabric over his head. Your hand traced against his smooth skin as your legs wrapped around him, your head digging into the plush pillow below.

Stefan could hear the music from where he was, whilst the party continued to play out downstairs, the two of you shared your own celebration, one of love and historical infidelity. “You’re still wearing too much.” Your voice ushered up to his ear, causing his cock to stiffen further within the confines of his black jeans, and thus sitting back on his knees with the aid of your desperate fingers, they were dragged down his legs, soon joined by his underwear as he rolled atop of you once more, sweetly adversing his mouth atop of yours, as he angled his tip to trace down your prepared folds that were starving to be filled with his length. And ever the gentleman Stefan Salvatore was, he complied, breaching a strangled moan out from your swelling lips.

You took him so well, he could still feel the patch of damp on your leg where your drink had traced until it cried on the floor, it only fuelled him to make a rugged pace, grunting as you gasped in his face, his hair being tangled between your fingers as you tugged on the locks. “If you kept going any longer down there I’d have had you in front of everyone.” The thought of what he said caused a flush of heat to run beneath your skin, the image in your mind somehow causing your cunt to get wetter even more. If he had dared done so, it would have been a party that nobody would have forgotten, and you’d surely never shake off the annotation that would appall your reputation like a rich blood stain.

“Wouldn’t that have given you performance issues?” You tutted, only to earn yourself with smushed cheeks as he held your mouth closed with an intimate force, his face sinking into your neck once more, his hips clapping against your own faster as his teeth lightly pierced shallowly into your flesh, drinking a small amount of your intoxicating venom. It was clear from your wide eyes and puffed cheeks that you regretted your words, and so Stefan decided that he would allow you to cum, so slithering a hand down, he pinched and fiddled your clit as you pathetically whined, your lashes fluttering as Stefan pressed kissed to your cheeks and nose.

He wanted you to finish first, that was always his aim, he held his own need to release off until your hips keened upwards, stuttering with his thrusts as your walls locked around him until he emptied himself deep within you, huffing for a moment until he flopped beside you, dragging you into his side by his arm. “There’s still a party going on downstairs.” You pinched your brow, worried that someone may have heard you. Stefan clasped your hand away, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before speaking. “Don’t worry, at least we know we had more fun up here than anyone down there is having.” Elena had a craft for throwing parties but nothing was quite as affirmative nor memorable as laying beside your lover at somewhere he thought of as home, listening to his breaths and laying against his glowing chest.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Love. Love. Love.

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Summary: falling in love with Damon Salvatore amidst your bad judgement was never the plan, especially not whilst he’s on the search for Katherine. Now all you’ve got to do is fall out of love with him, little do you know that he is experiencing the same problem

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader, Damon Salvatore x Katherine Pierce (mentioned), brief mention of Jeremy Gilbert x reader

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, mention of death and murder and blood drinking, mentions of getting high

Word Count: 2334

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He was the anti hero, the bad boy that drew attention wherever he went. Despite your better judgement you were unable to lock him out, and thus he snuck right into the valves of your heart, dragging you into the crowd as the music played, but it was in the background as all that you could focus on was him, he seemed calm in this environment with no troubles or his past affecting him. His hands grabbed your own as he turned you through the flurry of people; you were human, you didn't know why he had dragged you on a night out, perhaps it were that it wouldn't matter if your life was put at risk.

You were just human, an expendable piece of meat that would one day shrill and die. It was a problem to be entranced by someone like him though the attraction could not be helped. Damon Salvatore was irresistible, the worst thing was that he knew it, and he could no doubt hear your heart beating profusely in the cage of your chest. Stefan was the good brother, it'd have made more sense if you had been pulled to him, but instead Damon's darkness and brooding exterior had pulled you under and you were drowning.

Nothing or nobody could help you, you were a lost cause as you gazed with amazement at him. One of your hands slipped from his own, going up to streak along his cheek, feeling the ageless exterior beneath your fingertips. It was insane to believe that he was over one hundred years old, that was nothing short of the truth, his entire appearance was a deceit to appeal to his prey. Damon froze from the contact, refraining from moving away, your touch was so soft and gentle, no one had treated him in such a way.

He was always seen to be rough around the edges, and he was, and thus from then on every one that he had ever met treated him like so. It was something that he didn't enjoy in the slightest, he'd like to forget for a moment that he was a monster, and it wasn't hidden deep down, he allowed his hunger to get the best of him the majority of the time, and in this moment he stopped it from happening again. A kiss was all he wanted, but it would be cruel to taint you from his lips, you deserved better. Anyone was better than him.

Walking the thin line to him was nothing other than a death sentence, each person that he had ever cared about had died, and allowing you to follow the path would be allowing the slaughter to carry on. "Damon..." The vampire shut his eyes from the sound of your voice, it hurt to ignore the calling out that you prompted him with, but it was for the best. Each instance in which he heard your heart flutter a pang would be sent straight to his own, reminding him for once in his life to not be selfish.

The best thing to do was pretend to be selfish with someone other than you, a mortal that walked around in a suit that would one day fray. He released your other hand, stepping away from the contact as he cupped the inner corner of your elbows, gulping down to remind himself of the journey he had returned to in this town of Mystic Falls. "Y/n... I can't... I have to get to Katherine..." Yes that was right, she was supposedly still in that tomb, rotting away from starvation. "I'm sorry." Fell from his lips, barely audible, but you heard nevertheless.

"It's okay." You told both him and yourself. "If you're going to love someone it may as well be forever, and it seems the two of you have known each other for that long." Damon tried to grab you as you walked backwards and disappeared into the countless bodies, he wanted to chase after you, tell you that Katherine could stay in her endless sleep, but he couldn't move. He was frozen on the spot as he dealt with the pain that he had caused not only himself.

Elena supposedly looked like Katherine, and as she sat in the other half of your bed with you, the duvet racked up in her arms, you couldn't help but ogle at her. Of course Damon would choose someone that looked like her, she was beautiful, and you were simply an average ant in the grand scheme of his life. A sad smile appeared on your friend's face as she looked away from the screen and passed you the tub of ice cream that she had confiscated from you. She thought it was wrong that Damon had became to you when he was amidst getting back the alleged love of his life.

He had appeared into your social life before even Stefan knew that he had came back to their hometown. The eldest brother wasn't terrible company, you had learnt that quite quickly, he was funny and charming and a good friend, and you'd suspected that he would be as more too, however things dwindled after the revelation of his true return was commenced. "He doesn't deserve to be the one to leave you in this state." The doppelgänger said, no doubt thinking you could do so much better. "I'm pretty sure my brother likes you, why not go on a date with him?"

Jeremy was sweet and it was rather shocking that Elena was offering her brother up to one of her friends like so, often she'd be irritated by his not so secret admiration of you, but you shrugged in reply, delving your large silver spoon into the frozen dairy and plummeting it into your mouth. "Because I know you think I'm crazy, but there was something there. I think I might have even loved him..." she frowned from you using the L word, pained by your heartbroken sorrow. Such an important description did not deserve to be wasted on him, he was no good, he had hurt you. That was all he did, hurt people.

Damon was hurt. Stefan could tell as he watched his sibling continuously sip out of the bottle of bourbon, he hadn't even bothered with a glass. Usually when the vampire would hurt he would kill someone or bring a woman back home, but neither of such things were occurring, this must have been a different kind of pain than one he had experienced before. Sighing, Stefan realised that whilst he still was annoyed at Damon for all that he had done, that it was only fair that he spoke and enquired on the matter that was no doubt affecting his brother.

"What's the matter Damon?" The younger of the two asked as he approached the enriched couch, taking a seat on the edge so that he wasn't too close to his brother if he became unexpectedly volatile. His suspicions were that this was about Katherine yet again, it always was because he was not the better man. In fact Stefan was believed to be, which he would not argue with despite the countless people he had beheaded during his ripper days that would hopefully be no more in the future. Another swig was taken by Damon before he dared to answer.

"We'll brother, for the first time in a century, I wasn't selfish." He allowed himself another congratulatory sip, swirling the bourbon around in his mouth so that the bitterness would spread before he swallowed it. "I let her go Steffy, like they say if you love something let it go, or else it'll end up like a bird with a broken neck." He pictured such a morbid scene whilst Stefan frowned, confused by Damon's behaviour still. He tilted his hero hair styled head, analysing each aspect of his brother; he was hunched and his eyes were glazed over from the booze. Whilst this may have seemed like he were himself, there was something odd about the sight.

"You've given up on getting to Katherine?" Was what he had taken, but Damon shook his head as he downed the leftovers within the glass bottle. "Then what is it Damon?" Something was undoubtedly the matter, Damon was always the one of the two to let his emotions get the best of him and allow them to show. On the outside he may have appeared like a mess, however at least he released all the pain that he felt, unlike Stefan whom hoarded it like a drug. "Damon." He clicked his fingers at his brother drawing his attention back to the matter that had shifted his focus.

"I- I don't know if I love Katherine any more brother, I think I love someone else." Tears swam in his eyes as he glanced helplessly at his brother like an abandoned puppy wordlessly pleading for help. He dropped the bottle on the ground as he sucked at the insides of his cheeks, hating to admit this to himself. "But I pushed her away because I didn't want to fall in love again, I couldn't risk her getting hurt, she means so much to me. She's twice the woman that Katherine ever was with much less than half of her lifespan left on this world. I didn't want her to waste her life on me, or risk her getting killed before her time."

"Who are you talking about Damon?" Stefan was wary, afraid that his brother would answer with the name of her duplicate, Elena Gilbert. That was the last thing that he wanted, for another girl to come between them as though it were a pattern, and ironically it would be one of identical appearance as her and Katerina looked the same. Damon reached for another bottle, cracking it open as he drank a large amount instantaneously. He needed it if he were about to confess to his brother as though he were a teenage girl with a little crush.

"The most beautiful human that I have ever seen." He gulped on his own saliva as he imagined nothing but your face in his mind, it haunted him, made him feel proud that he had finally refrained himself from sinking into the depths of another relation and denied himself of what he desired, as well as finally believing that after so long he had done something that he perceived to be a good thing. "You know her." He added subjectively, as he knew that you and Stefan went to school together, as well as him being acquainted to each other through Elena. "It's y/n."

A vast pressure released from Stefan's chest as he heard that name rather than his girlfriend's. It was a large relief, and Stefan simply nodded his head allowing the truth to sink in. "Well what are you going to do brother?" He asked as he watched Damon fiddle with his own fingers, something that he did not do very often at all. It was common back in their days where they were enveloped within the rules of humanity, he'd do it when their father scolded him, or pretended like he didn't matter. The truth was that Damon did matter, Stefan knew that, and all he had ever sought out was his father's approval.

"The right thing. Nothing." Damon took a hefty swig of liquor, making his head hurt a little from the amount that it had already dealt with. Stefan patted his brother on the stiff shoulder, standing and walking away, but he stopped on his way out, and turned to face Damon one last time. "I think you are doing the right thing." Even if he had never had Giuseppe's approval, in this moment he had earned his brothers. He didn't think you needed to be pulled into this gruesome life anymore than you already were.

"I think you're doing the right thing." Elena told you as she fixed your hair, moving out of the way so that you could look in the mirror at yourself. She had done quite the job considering only hours prior you had been crying to her about Damon, and here you were, getting ready to go on a small date that she had arranged. "Jeremy should be here in about twenty minutes, I think he's taking you to the grill for a bite to eat and then down for a stroll to the lake." Admittedly it sounded nice, and you knew that Elena was not only providing you with a distraction but also Jeremy; he had been getting high a lot recently.

"Thank you for this Elena." You smiled, pulling your friend into a hug as you felt grateful for her help on making you feel better. It was ensuring to know that somebody liked you, even if it wasn't the man that you had prematurely stated that you thought you were in love with. He didn't matter now, and whilst you dreaded thinking of him or seeing him next, you were happy for him returning to Katherine eventually, it sounded like they deserved each other. They could be in love forever, an eternity spent wrapped in each other's arms, as Katherine had told him she had planned before turning him.

Turning him into the monster that he really was and allowed to get the best of him, but rather associating him with pointy fangs and a thirst to drink blood, all you could perceive him as within your mind was the man that broke your heart. But it had to be for the best, you could never be enough for him, you were too young and your life would no doubt be far too short. At least you could try and live your life without going out dancing with him, or feeding the ravens together, he could simply be a shadow in the corner of the room, and Katherine could join him when she was finally awoken.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Can you do one where the reader is Bonnie’s twin sister and is dating Stefan ?

Salvatore - Stefan Salvatore x Bennet!reader

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Summary; based on the request

Warnings; making out, slight smut, fingering, swearing, threats, mentions of torture, Bonnie being an adorable protective sister, implied smut

“Shhh.” It surpassed your mouth as a rumble onto your lover’s lips, as yours stretched out into a hushed smile. He too showed an expression of happiness, as he pecked your lips, his hands sliding beneath the material of your top, soothing your back with his calloused and wise hands.

There was a problem rendering you with the necessity of being quiet, it would be a terrible travesty if anyone within the household were to hear you, giggling like a teenage girl (which you were), their Bennet curiosity swiping off their nose and leaping into action as they would surely, and most definitely, take aid to discover what it was that had you amused so.

Their opinion on the immortal men of time, that were transformed into a whole new species by one transfusion of exchanged blood, and a sentence of completed death, was not an optimal nor within preferred context. Vampires had taken so much from the Bennet witches throughout the years, that there was a stifling resentment wedged between the two.

You and Stefan were the exception, the two star crossed lovers entailed in a forbidden romance. He wasn't the enemy, but that did not mean that your sister Bonnie would be pleased with the current partner that you were adjoined by in your relationship. She'd watched Elena fawn over the green eyed charmer, it would be an utter nightmare for her to discover that you were now coiled beneath him on the rectangle of your bed, as he pressed tentative kisses along the length of your neck, smothering you with affection.

It was inevitable that your secret rendezvous would one day be revealed to all, including your sibling, however that wasn't something that you wanted to think about as Stefan's hand crept down, and over your skirt, sliding beneath the flowing material, and up the skin of your thigh. His action extracted a wisp of a gasp out from your mouth, as you pawed at his chest, distinctively staring through silence that you were keen in removing the shirt from his body.

The message was delivered as he reeled it up over his head, exposing his lean and fit body to your eyes. He continued to feather your skin with amorous touches, as he removed your panties by sliding them down your legs, shoving your skirt up so that your intimate skin was bare to his touch. “Stefan....” you whispered his name, as he slowly slid a finger into you. Your eyes fluttered peacefully shut, as his thumb coiled in a circle around your clit, for a moment it was silent, until the door opened.

“Stefan?!” Your sister repeated your words, making you instantly cover up your barren flesh, and your boyfriend to roll off you. There was digress in Bonnie’s eyes, she was severely judging you in your choice of partner, you were well aware of how her mind worked. Her arms became crossed as she rigidly shook her head, Stefan tossed his shirt back over his head, trying to make the predicament that little bit more bearable.

“Bonnie, I can explain...” it was rather obvious what was going on. An explanation wasn’t wanted nor was it needed, everything that was necessary to know was right before her face. The two of you had been caught in the midst prior to sex, which was as awkward as expected, however more so considering your sister remained glaring back and forth between you and the vampire.

“If you’re going to tell me that it’s not what it looks like, I’m calling bull on that.” She stated in an unimpressed manner. “This also means that you invited him in.” Her and Stefan didn’t hate each other, their kinds had simply been used as pawns against one another for far too long, and she hated to see you, her twin, in a cycle with a vampire, especially a Salvatore.

She had a feeling you were seeing someone, call it a fraternal thing. Though out of the entire town, it had to be one of those brothers, the brooding and dangerous siblings that survived by drinking blood and often compelled people close to them to admin their whims. “You have too much trust in people y/n.” She sighed, and she wasn’t entirely incorrect with all things considered.

“But he’s the right person to trust.” You tried to reason with her, but after all the pain that he had put the Bennet family through, it was difficult, and logically so, to believe your words. “Come on Bon.”

“No. I can hardly believe you, you went behind my back to see him, out of all people.” She spoke angrily, her tone wavering with hurt. Stefan took that as the moment that he was meant to intrude, he stood, walking towards your sister, a small and kind smile upon his face.

He appreciated her instinct to protect you, but you weren’t as naive as she thought you to be. It had taken him multiple accounts to even sway you into even agreeing going on a date with him, though he realised that all those rejections had been worth the price of pain, because he had grown significantly upon you.

“I love your sister.” The vampire informed the witch, glancing over at you with a newfound smile on his frozen in age face. Your eyes widened, the two of you had yet to exchange such words, though rather than interrupting by saying them back, you allowed him to continue speaking, despite Bonnie’s light scoff. “I know you don’t like it, but can’t you accept that she’s happy, don’t you want your sister to be happy? That’s why I’m fine my brother is with my ex, I care about his happiness above all.”

“I’m not giving you my blessing.” Her chest heaved at her statement, she was far too protective to give anyone the pass of go ahead at you. “If you hurt her, I will pierce a stake straight through your heart, though I’ll make sure you suffer first. This is not a forgiveness Stefan, as you said, every sibling wants theirs own to be happy, but if I see one tear that you are responsible for, you’ll be praying to god.”

“That is understandable.” Stefan nodded his head, Bonnie sent him one last furrow of her brows before leaving and closing the door, slipping in a few words about keeping the volume down whilst doing so. “Now where we?” He licked his lips after his enquiry, as he crawled onto the bed, and cupped your face, leaning his own down closer to your own.

“In the midst of me saying that I love you back, and that I would take not doubt my sister in the slightest Salvatore, she’ll kick your ass if you hurt me; and so will I.” He kissed you, bringing your hand up to his heart, as he stared his emerald pools into your y/e/c galaxies.

“That’s not a part of my plan.” He promised, only to suffocate your attempted response with his lips once more. You were vastly aware that you had to tone down your noise, to keep Bonnie calm. You could practically feel her stare at the wall in the living room, although you were clearly in your own room. “I plan to spend forever with you.”

“That is a complicated subject, let’s not get to that conversation just yet. I’d rather spend time with your cold body than your even paler and motionless one, Bonnie will kill you if she hears whispers of that possibility.” To sway away from the idea of being like him, you pushed the duvet away from your bottom half. “How about you spend forever between my legs, and then we’ll get back to that.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Fuelling the Fire | Kai Parker

Summary; flirting with your old crush makes Kai feel insecure, but then he has the idea to remind you that you are his, and the only one that you want.

Warnings; Smut, swearing, Dom Kai, degradation, daddy kink, slapping, breeding kink, spitting, oral (f and m receiving), tiny bit of blood drinking, jealousy, some fluff

A/N; I’ve never written anything with this many kinks and all in it, so my apologies if it’s not any good.

“It’s funny.” Kai laughed, walking around the kitchen, once the pair of you had entered your home. “Really, it is.” He pried, causing you to furrow your brows at his strange behaviour.

“What are you talking about babe?” You enquired him, leaning forwards as he forced a malicious smile, and you tried to study his stature.

“Oh, nothing.” He laughed, walking closer to you, and grabbing your jaw, moving his face closer to your own. To test the waters, he spat in your face, to which you wiped it away, and grew confused by his sudden aggression.

“What the fuck Kai?” He only got like this when he was mad, and his outburst and directory of saliva hinted that he wanted to work it out, despite what others may have thought if they were to witness the crude exchange.

You went to turn, about to abandon him in this room. It was far too late to have to deal with this kind of Kai, where he was being childish and confusing, but before you could pass the threshold to your bedroom, he spoke once more, which inclined you to turn towards him.

“I could ask the same, flirting with Stephen. You can’t help being such a little slut can you?” It wasn’t something you’d have liked to admit, but the degradation pooled a little wetness into your underwear, he had never called you something so... dirty? Yeah, that word felt right, but to no one’s knowledge, it felt good.

It was certainly a change from being a goody goody. That was all that you were known as, and in turn, treated as. Your friends were even confused, them being people as ‘Stephen’, why you would date the Kai Parker.

He was everything that you were not. His hobby had once been causing pain, wishing to eradicate your friends, however now, he was rather content with living a modern life with you. But perhaps underneath all the outer layers of his loving boyfriend exterior, he had a need to make someone feel bad about themselves. Maybe, just maybe, that was what he was trying to do with you...

“His name is Stefan, and we weren’t flirting Malachai.” As you used your partner’s full first name, a darkness loomed inside of his grey irises, like a storm hovering over the dusky sea, preparing to release all of its frustration.

“Don’t call me that girl, how about instead, you call me daddy?” Kai snarked, the name making you whimper and shuffle, the atmosphere completely shifting to one of lust and desire. Malachai was aware of how much you enjoyed calling him such a title, and now he was using it in his favour, to bend you to his will, and avoid any kind of argument that could occur.

“Yes daddy.” You bowed your head, awaiting his next instructions. His large, ringed hand trailed from where it had gripped your jaw, he lightly tapped your cheek, his hand almost covering half of your face.

“How about you go wait in the bedroom for daddy, huh?” Kai leant down, lightly pressing a tip onto the tip of your nose, watching as your eyelashes fluttered at the notion. “And be naked, because daddy really is eager to see this nice tight body, that is only for his eyes.”

Nodding, you immediately spun on your heels, walking to your destination, feeling all giddy. Out of the routes the debate could have turned, you were relieved that it had take this one. It involved no conflict, and no involvement of anyone else. It was just the pair of you, and it was just how you liked it.

First, you kicked your footwear off, next sliding down your panties and leggings down together in a smooth union, leaving you half bent over. However you were startled when a low, and suggestive whistle was released by the doorway. So you obediently turned, pulling the fabric from around your ankles, and leaving yourself half clothed to fulfil his satisfaction.

But Kai was not completely satisfied, whilst he had taken in the sight of your exposed cunt when you had your back turned towards him, there was still material hugging your body. “Continue.” The witch ordered, and as though he had some kind of magical affect upon you, you seamlessly replied, until you were dressed in nothing more than your own skin.

“Perfect.” He stated, his eyes wandering dangerously low, a growl settling at the farthest point in his throat. “And already wet for daddy, aren’t you a slut?” Another whimper rattled from your mouth, as your eyes engaged with Kai’s own, hungry for some attention, and more importantly contact.

“I am daddy. Only for you.” He began to prowl around the room, taking in every angle that the light portrayed of your bare and priceless body.

“Nothing for Steffie?” The heretic teased, letting a hand drag over your bare waist, making your skin prickle on his silent command. “Poor vampire is going to go all hungry, and he doesn’t know the taste that he is missing out on.”

“Kai, me and Stefan aren’t-“

“Uh Uh Uh.” He wagged his finger at you, dismissing you from speaking, reinforcing his dominant role within the relationship. “We aren’t going to talk about that old man, unless my little girl would rather have his well versed tongue on her little princess parts instead.”

“No daddy.” You returned to your role, feeling guilty that he had to even remind you of it. All you had wished to do was convince some sense into him, you hated seeing him jealous, whilst you got pleasure out of his moods, that wasn’t the only point. It was a known fact to you that he could be made insecure, and you loved him, and wanted him to think well of himself.

“Good.” He flicked his hand, which threw you upon the mattress. Like a tiger, he prowled, finding his destination in between your legs, his accessorised fingers dancing on the insides of your thighs, blessing you with a cooling sensation from the metal bands.

Kai’s fingers slipped up, swiping through your entrance, which in turn caused your hips to jut upwards, and he was inclined to hold them steadily down. “Remain still if you want daddy to eat you.” He lowered his head, sinking his fangs into the flesh of your leg, causing a small squeal to leave your mouth.

When he removed his mouth, blood painted his lips. He tilted his head, poking his tongue out to collect the spilt flavour, before once again lowering his brunette head, and finding home at your pussy, feasting as though he were a starved man.

“Daddy.” On instinct, you went down to grab his hair as he rolled your clit in his mouth, but instead, he brought a hand down on the side of your ass, not too gentle, nor too harsh. It was the perfect in between, and it sent a spark through the entirety of your body, and it made your hands find a grip upon the sheets instead.

Whence he pulled away, he stood up, reaching for his belt, and you rolled around on the bed, crawling so that you were on your hands and knees facing him. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted I swear.” He threw his head back and laughed a little, holding his cock as he pulled it out of its confines. It was already hard, a bead of precum upon the tip, and you could only lick your lips as you viewed the perfectly natural masterpiece before yourself.

“Please daddy...” You pouted, batting your eyelashes at him, wanting nothing more than to grab his hard dick and get a taste as he previously had.

“Fine.” He reluctantly sighed, stepping forward, and purposely hitting your face with his erect member. “Go ahead.” He laughed at his own pun, but it quickly transitioned into a moan as you engulfed half of his offering instantly. “Oi, no hands.”

You withdrew them, which left you with nothing more than your mouth to please your beloved. And so on, you hollowed yourself cheeks, and moved your head in a back and forward motion, eventually feeling his tip nudging at the furthest point of your throat.

It made you gag, and your eyes water, but despite that, you continued, bobbing your head, that was until one of Kai’s hands laced through your hair, and pulled you off of him, leaving only a strong of saliva connecting you to his cock.

“Why’d you make me stop daddy?” He pulled you up, spanking your ass as he forced you to degree your position oppositely, so your ass and the goods below it were easily accessible for his eyes and more.

“Well, daddy doesn’t want to waste his cum down his little cum slut’s throat. He wants it inside of you, so then you’ll never think about another man again, you’ll have motherly duties to occupy yourself with.”

He began to push his tip into your entrance, making your thighs clench, and the vampiric bite mark to become sensually prominent as it pressed against its opposite leg.

“Fuck Kai.” Another slap resonated against your skin, and swiftly he entered the rest of himself into your walls, filling you completely with his length.

The pair of you had already been close from your oral exchange, but had been pulled away from your highs. And so Kai was ruthless with his thrusts, chasing something that he had denied himself of. He was hungry for release.

“Yeah, I’m going to put a baby into you.” He seemed to be speaking more to himself than you, as though it were his mission to give truth that to his words. “Fuck!”

He grabbed a hold of your hips, moving your body to his will, your head finding solace upon the duvet, and resting tiredly upon it. There was nothing more that you could or wanted to do, other than to take what he gave you.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.” It came out as more of a squeal, as your mouth opened and closed from no accordance. And so, to push you further, he reached his hand down lower and rubbed at your aroused clit.

“Go ahead baby girl, cum.” Your walls clenched one last time. And then, finally you reached the heights of your pleasure. Kai wasn’t far behind you, pouring his seed inside of you, causing him to slump against your back, as though the pair of you were a ying and yang.

A breathy laugh feel from your lips as you wiggled out from beneath his collapsed form. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“My dick.” He rolled his eyes, his eyes glancing down to where he had began to spill out from within you.

“No, I mean the whole baby making thing.” You playfully slapped his arm, rubbing your eyes as you awaited an answer.

“I mean, Stefan is sorta like a dad figure to Lizzie and Jo, and I guess it’s made me realise everything I’m missing out on. I kinda want what he has, and I thought that might be why-“

“I don’t like him, that was long before I met you. And if you wanted a kid, you coulda just said. Now cmon, let’s cuddle.” He obliged, tucking himself back into his pants, as he dived to be beside you on the mattress, and pressed a final kiss to your forehead.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Last Stop

Summary: Stefan drops you off for college, but to both of your dismays you don’t want him to leave you; too many people already had

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: angst, mention of Bonnie and Lexi being dead, crying, compulsion

Word Count: 1441

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Stefan opened the trunk of his car, a frown taking ahold of his features as he noticed that you had yet to abandon the passenger seat. And thus he walked around the side of his cherry painted vehicle, looking at you through the window; your expression was blank, as though you were not trying to think about anything in this moment and block your surroundings out, which was an accurate assumption of the coping mechanism that you had chosen to go with.

He tapped on the window with his firm knuckles, and reluctantly you spared your boyfriend a glance. It hurt so bad, knowing that you were to be forced apart by distance all because you had to go off and learn something! Screw education, you’d already been through years of it and once more you were having to continue it, the worst part of all was knowing that through everything that had gone on in Mystic Falls the past few years, life was meant to diverge onto a very different road. Rather than killing vampires that dared to hurt your friends, you’d slowly be killing your self with the consumption of caffeine that you maintained in your schedule.

Stefan could easily predict how torn you were, it was a vast change from all that you had adapted to, he felt sympathy towards your cause. Sighing as you felt his piercing stare through the glass, you surrendered and opened the window, turning so that your gazes met; worry worn on his whilst you were cloaked in the shadow of conflicted face. It wasn’t fair, Bonnie was gone, she was dead whilst the rest of you were expected to move on like you had done in the past, but this time nothing motivated you to continue down this road of adulthood, not even the fact that Elena and Caroline would also be in the same hall as you. Licking your lips, a gulp danced down your throat as you blinked back any threatening tears, refusing their company as you forced a fake smile for your boyfriend.

“You don’t have to do this year, or at all if you don’t want to.” Advised your boyfriend, resting his hand on the edge of the door between you from where the pane was empty. “No one is going to blame you if you wait, you have to think about yourself, and I need for you to be happy with whatever decision that you decide on y/n.” A dimple encompassing smile loaded onto his face as you stared at him and tried not to cry from how much of a gentleman that he was; you truly had a keeper, although out of the pair of you you were the one with the ticking time frame left to live, as you would age and soon be nothing more than a corpse.

“I do. I want to.” You blubbered, forcing your lips to refrain from shaking. Sweeping your fingers below your eyes to dismiss any water that had gathered there, you smiled through your pain, trying to remain strong. You had gotten this far, there was no way that you were caving in because of your emotions now. “This was the last thing that Bonnie wanted to do, I’m not doing it just for me, but for her as well.” It was the closest that you could get to her again, merely being parked outside of your dorm building had you feeling significantly closer to her, it was strange but it was like her presence was lingering, waiting for you to arrive. “I’m just going to miss you so much.”

Adoration sparkled in Stefan’s green orbs as he watched you break, he took that as his opportunity to open the door to where you were sat, and lean inside of the vehicle, holding you in his arms as you sobbed lightly and shook. “It’s okay, I understand.” He rested his chin atop of your head, reminiscing about how he still liked to Bon Jovi concerts so that he could feel closer to Lexi, it had been a tradition for them, and so he continued it on in her memory. “And she’d probably kick my ass if I tried to convince you to come back to Mystic Falls.”

“And it wouldn’t be the first time she had done that.” You remember softly, laughing at such a memory as you tasted a bitter ending poison your mouth. This felt like it; no more Bonnie, no more stories about her Grams and their family’s history, it was simply a new beginning without her. “Okay, I think we should start taking stuff in so that there’s not loads of people around before we finish.” You wiped your sweater sleeve across your cheek one last time as you exited the car, Stefan shutting the door beside you as you both grabbed boxes. The process continued until everything that belonged to you was void from his car, and you sat in the room on the unmade bed, holding Stefan’s hands.

They were stereotypically cold, and to know that he had killed people with them in his past made you feel closer to the Other Side, if there even was one, though Bonnie was the anchor holding everything in its rightful place. Death, no matter who he took, made everyone gravitate towards him, and you were in the midst of such thoughts, Stefan brushed your hair behind your ear, causing you to turn to look at him. “I don’t want you to leave, what if I never see you again? Something could happened between now and the next time that I see you, and that’s the last thing that I want. I can’t lose you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He spoke tenderly, the subordination of guilt already tripping into his words before he had even done anything. He made strong eye contact with you, your pupils dilating as he captured every ounce of your attention, his abilities feeding off of it. From holding your hand he had slipped your vervain bracelet off, it was on the floor beside your feet, deposited away from your skin on purpose. “And you are going to be just fine here without me; you’re going to be happy, and you’re going to try your best in class. I will miss you so much more than you will me, I want you to remember that I love you more than the world itself and that I would do anything for you. And if you want to see me, don’t hesitate to call and I’ll be right on my way here.”

He gently released your hands as he watched you blink, your mindset returning to the environment that it was in. A frown tugged at your face as you scratched your wrist, finding it empty. “Have you seen my…” before you could finish your question, your boyfriend leant down and picked the twine with the pretty charm off from the ground, ravelling it back around on its fitted place on your arm. “Okay I should probably start to unpack.” Stefan looked at the time as you walked over to a box with a pair of scissors and unveiled the sides of cardboard, ready to start emptying its contents.

“I should probably get going.” He fondly spoke as he walked over to you, and you abandoned the task that you were about to delve into and turned to face him, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “I’m going to miss you.” He informed you, watching your face mould into a smile, as you pulled him down for an elegant kiss. It was longer than a singular peck, but it wasn’t too in depth that it would lead to anything else, as you pulled away, you stared into his eyes, brushing your thumb across his defined cheek, drowning in the softness of his timeless skin.

“Im going to miss you too Stefan, but don’t worry about me, I’m going to be just fine without you. But I’ll give you a call if anything changes.” You spoke, your words bringing Stefan some peace. You pulled him down for one final kiss, before you watched with a gleaming smile on your face as Stefan slowly exited the room. Bonnie watched with a fond smile, aware that what Stefan did was wrong, but relieved that it seemed that you would be able to get on with your life without having multiple mournings. She missed you as much as you did her, but now you didn’t have to miss Stefan, so the weight that was crushing down on your heart became a little lighter.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Stuck in 1903

Part Two

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Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

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His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Siren Calling

Pairing | Kai Parker x reader

Summary | Damon had warned him that there were sirens holding a grave influence over the town that he had once enjoyed tormenting. And for the moment that Kai is left to his lonesome, he is lured into the grasp of one of the carnivorous women.

Warnings | smut, mentions of death, swearing, kinda non (please don’t read if triggering)

A/N | Think i might be in a really dark writing mood for today, this was not at all how i had thought this imagine would go, but here it is. So i hope you enjoy, and again, please do not read if any of this could possibly be triggering to you.

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Damon had informed him warily of the new danger that lurked through Mystic Falls. Sirens. They were a deadly species, that satisfied their appetites by peeling the flesh off man, devouring it as though it were a three course meal. But with the chance he had, despite the purpose he had been returned to this world, he slipped away from the vampire, and decided to find an escape from it all.

A frown remarked onto his face as he heard a breathy whisper fill the canals of his ears, the sultry sound making his mind become hazy. For some reason, he took a turn, and then another, continuing down a maze of alleys, and he couldn’t remember why he was taking the appalling scenic route, to god know where.

That was, until he saw her. She was a melody to his eyes, standing idly in the middle of his vision, and swaying her shoulders to a silent song. “Kai.” She knew his name! And that feature only prompted him to move closer to the woman of his dreams, that only a divine crafter could only bing to such realistic light.

“Are you an angel?” It was a silly enquiry, and even the wonderful creature before him laughed, flashing her white pearls in a gaping of laughter. The noise made him realise that in the little amount of time, he had fallen in deep, and thus, his heart rate went into a craze as she shuffled her body against his chest, and her hands clasped his scruff covered jaw.

“No, not at all.” A sly wink fluttered one of her eyes, but Kai paid no mind to the initial mysteriousness that she evoked. “But maybe I am compared to my sisters, they’re right bitches.” He could do nothing more than giggle along with her, as though her scent was intoxicating him with induced compliance. “I need a distraction from all their big plans, do you honk that you could possibly help me with that Kai?”

For a second, only one, Kai’s tongue peaked out of his mouth, swiping instinctively over his bottom lip; his mouth felt dry. He couldn’t quite pin point why, but he speculated that something was seemingly wrong, or his lactose and tolerance was playing up again. But then, he eagerly nodded, forgetting all about his slip up of confusion.

“Anything.” It was strange, Kai never willingly did anything for anyone else, and though he doubted that himself in his usual mood would pass up an opportunity to be with such a beautiful lady, he wasn’t so forward, nor obedient.

“Good little heretic.” The hairs at the back of his neck stood up, from knowing that she knew. However, his body paid no resistance as she dragged his head towards her own, kissing him, and slipping her tongue quickly into his mouth, roaming around the area as though she were trying to find all possible weaknesses that he harboured.

She pushed him back into one of the surrounding walls, her nimble and well versed hands darting down to the button of his jeans, popping them open, and pulling them down enough to free his cock, that appeared to have a mind of its own. He was already hard, and that seemed to please the woman that claimed not to be an angel in front of him.

With a firm grip, she squeezed his cock, pulling air out from his lungs. Stepping forward, with her hold still remaining on his dick, she hiked up the length of her reeling dress, running his engorged tip through her warm and inviting walls.

And then, she pushed him inside, stretching up so that she could accommodate his full size. Kai couldn’t help but moan, he wasn’t sure if he wanted this, but his body sure did. But he did want this, didn’t he? Or else, he wouldn’t have been dragged into this situation in the first place.

“Fuck.” A whimper slipped through her berry lips, as she bit on them, holding tightly onto the pads of his shoulders as she bucked down unto him. And then he felt it, it was a though her walls were trying to eat him alive; he felt dizzy.

Without so much of a struggle, he fell tiredly back against the wall, or finishing, as he parted from her. “I’m sorry, Kai, I really am. They would have killed me too, and well... I don’t want to die. I saved both of our lives, and all the while, we created a new one.”

Her hands grasped her stomach, feeling sick for the deal that her sisters had forced her into. Kai shook his head, hardly realising that she was speaking, and thought of the bliss that he was drowned in. He did want to have sex with you, but it seemed that you were the one that did not, or at least, not under these considerable circumstances.

With that, you walked fearfully way, not wishing to look at the man that Cade had ordered through your siblings that you create a child with. He said it’s be called Hellfire; a creature of so many creatures. Mystic Falls was in for a long and enduring trail of torture, and it would all end with this child.

You were a siren, not an angel, and that was the way that it would always be. Anything good, you were endured to devour, and that included any party of yourself that was at all pure.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Teeth

Pairing | Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary | “Men, soldiers never believe in silly tales of vampires and witches, they were all meant to spur fear in small children. But to the dismay of mankind, they exist, and must refrain from running from one, all for the occurrence of love that beats in the heart of the eldest Salvatore brother.”

Warnings | mentions of death, smut

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He was but a mere mortal, wishing to please his noble and respected father, whom had chosen to welcome fleeing guests into his grand home. Those guests consisted of a group of travelling women, who were scouring across the country, and taken political refuge where it was offered.

The gesture was a nice one, but it was no secret that he was not the kindest of men. However no human was, neither vampire. Each individual harboured their own ruthless desire, may it be blood or gold, to die in battle or to die after hundreds of years, it was all the same. A want, a luxury that they dreamed of.

Katherine had aimed her cold blooded sights on Stefan, the younger of the two Salvatore brothers. He was more brooding, the favourited by father and one of the women that were residing in his lovely home. There was an impulse Katherine had, not only for sexual proceeds, but to turn him, change him into one of the living undead.

A vampire. A drinker of blood, a fume to the sizzling sun. It certainly was not the life suited to every man or woman roaming the spilt earth, however each settled into the transition on their own terms. There were some who vowed only to feed from the forest animals, refusing to bring humans into their diet. Or others who thrived off the kill, ripping tight knitted throats out for pleasure alone, smirking in satisfaction when seeing the blood paralleled through the mirrors, presenting the red disdain upon their clothing.

Alike to Katerina, you were a fleer of the sun, a woman whom adorned an enchanted ring to bask in the daylight, and to top that off, were also enraptured with the thought of one of the handsomely crafted brothers. There was something about him that was addictive, but ironically enough, you had never fed on his blood, not once.

Damon Salvatore was a savoury supplement, a drug that made you feel better on your bad days, or even when Katherine ordered you around as though you were some witch. His gleaming smile sparked some life back into your dead body, but nothing was ever perfect, and secrets could never remain hidden.

“How absurd is that?” He asked you, stifling a reign of laughter, trying not to laugh at his own spoken words. “My father has a belief that vampires are killing the townsfolk, he’s even speaking of instating a hunt for them, to purify and ensure our safety.”

At his words, you could do no more than freeze, you felt as though you had been exposed. And to some extent you were, as you laid in the man’s velvety bed, the start of your breasts and lower hidden by the sheet. You had waited for him to return, as he spoke to his father, and here he was, kicking his shoes off, and undressing himself, only so that he could join you underneath the linen again.

As he slipped under, you felt cold, scared even, and how ironic was that, considering that you were the monster taut in the pure sheets. But he only pulled you closer, running the puckering off his sweet human lips up your neck, using his teeth to sink a bite unto your skin, whilst not using enough force to break it. His action made you shiver, for you were the one that usually did the biting, not vice versa.

However, you allowed him to continue, the wavering path of his tongue running up the side, stroking the shell of your ear as he whispered quite enticingly into it, though, it was the words that had you hooked, not the seductive tone that he upheld in stronger knots than his rugged curls. “You’re not one of them, are you?” Breathily, he laughed afterwards, causing you to join in to disguise the truth behind his joke.

And instead of quarrying about this matter, you turned to him, palming his naked chest as you felt the warmth hidden beneath his skin. He was too good for a creature like you, that much was evidential to your eye, he deserved to be happy, and live his mortal life free of the misery that you were surely going to bring. You knew, that if you allowed Katerina to know just how much this singular man meant to you, she would turn him.

She thought of herself as a saint for all the things that she did for you, but you saw her as nothing but the opposite. Katherine Pierce, or whatever she was to convert her name to appease modernity to, broke every toy that she found entertainment in, watching with a wicked smile on her vampiric face as your own was saddened, and forced to abandon said object of your attention.

Though, she was the last thing that you wanted to think about as Damon rolled on top of you; you could feel his cock resting upon the inside of your thigh, the tip of it pulsing with sexual excitement. Moving your hand beneath the covers, you grasped his length, causing him to hither his breath against the glands of your neck, raising his swollen lips to your own, mushing his nose above said point.

Choosing to forego foreplay, you directed his dick towards your folds, causing the man to rut in between your lips, sliding the wetness around his girth to act as lubrications. And with a slow entry, the pair of you gasped in a shared and open eyed unison, basking in the feeling of each other. When he was completely inside of you, he began to retract, only to piston lovingly back inside, leading you to claw at his back like an animal.

Funnily enough, that comparison was not entirely wrong, you were a predator of human kind, devised to live off their bloodstream for all of eternity. But this one, Damon Salvatore was not seen as food, he was your life, though you could never admit it for his own sake, and to protect his humanity from Katerina.

What was it that the Bennet witch had said to you, ah yes, it was “Men, soldiers never believe in silly tales of vampires and witches, they were all meant to spur fear in small children. But to the dismay of mankind, they exist, and must refrain from running from one, all for the occurrence of love that beats in the heart of the eldest Salvatore brother.” And she was right, although, you were certain that you could not stay, even if it be for Damon.

People would catch on to your youthful complexion remaining the same, and so would be, and there was no telling to how he would react to the truth, if you dared ever shared it with him. And so, you would instead opt for cumming around him, and giving him the one thing that every man wanted - pleasure. It was much different than what you needed, the smell of his divine blood had your fangs grinding, thirsting for a taste.

But you held back, never daring to harm him, and instead, threw your head back in pleasure, eyes screwed back as you rested promptly upon the plush cushion. However, that had been a mistake, for when Damon’s pitch curve of eyelashes fluttered open to stare down at you, he saw the sharp and pointy teeth hanging out of your mouth.

And so, he knew that what he heard was true. He shook, only moving to the motion that you set him with, as you idly guided him by your feather light grip on your back. Still he said nothing, trying to forget about the image of your fangs on show, thinking moreover about the sensations of you clenching around him. The sight, as terrifying as it was, sparked a desire to continue inside of him, as though he were compelled, but he knew that couldn’t be true, he had drunk a vervain laced drink with his father moments before he had returned.

Damon was indeed infatuated with you, and could not help but feel protective over you, all things considered, since you had never dared drink from him, nor anyone that he knew, or as far as he did. And so, he released with a groan, feeling you complete around him seconds later. As he pulled out, he felt the sticky seed of himself intermingled with your spilt juices slipping down to the base of his cock, but instead of cleaning it, he fell back beside you, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Damon, are you okay?” Your fingers stroked his chin, dipping in the small ridges of it as you felt his day old scruff tenderly. It was clear that you were expecting an answer, and so Damon flashed you a smile, one that was not forced, and pasted it towards you.

“I think I am.” He sighed, relieved, relaxing into the slow kiss that you pushed upon his lips, putting his work into the interlocking also. For now, he could keep a secret, and the image of your teeth to himself, nobody had to know, for all he knew, his father had no evidence that there were real vampires lurking about, or staying in his residence.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Woof Woof

Pairing | Tyler Lockwood x reader

Summary | you were the last person alive that Tyler ever saw himself confiding in. But when the pair of you were the only sober ones at an outdoor party, he has no other choice. Though, he finds himself to be surprised to find out how serious you can really be in the moment.

Warnings | angst, mentions of death, tiny smidge of violence, swearing, implied smut

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“Fetch.”

A football rolled at Tyler’s feet, him being unimpressed by the insulting sentiment. The brown and white seamed material became the affections of his prying glare, and if he were a witch, it was undoubtable that he’d have burned the item right on the spot, reducing it to nothing more than ashes encrusted in the encrusted and dead green leaves.

It was summer, which meant, before the new year at school began, there would be woodsy bonfires, and a bunch of teens drinking despite the legal age limit. Matt was tending to the kegs, of which he had bargained with the owner of the grill to sell to him, illegally of course. It seemed that deal had worked out fine, considering that many had drinks in their hands. But today, he didn’t need the mockery meddling with his mind,one day of peace was all he wanted, though seemingly, he was never permitted such a luxury.

With his intent full eyes, he found a you staring at him, a mischievous taint to your irises, you was messing with him; nothing dissimilar to the normal. It was the natural of order of things, and he had rather grown used to your ever so laughable shadow prowling behind him, making up all those stupid jokes, having the heart to return the comments in one way or the other.

The weight of returning to school was already upon his shoulders, adjoined with the priority to keep himself controlled and not kill anyone. That meant, he particularly was not in the mood for your mind games, even if they were not supposed to have that

That part, was what you inclined your humour towards, brashly and bluntly making copious amounts of jokes directed towards his animalistic nature, reminding him that he could never live the life of a normal boy again.

“Maybe I should throw it back far enough so that you’ll be searching for it all night.” The Lockwood sneered lightly towards you, softly kicking the ball away from himself, heading to turn away from where you were trudging over, not wanting to pull an expression that would set off your terrible puns.

“We could get out of here, away from all the noise. I get how much it must be hurting your head, with all the new canine tricks you’ve learnt.” Gulping, Tyler watched as you bent down to pick up the sporting item, twirling it in your hands, as you awaited an answer out of him.

The werewolf nodded, walking ahead of you, as he abandoned the scene that he had once thrived in, now feeling like he no longer belonged around normal people, who were oblivious to the truth, and free of his curse. Not to mention, the truth that you were nothing more than a human, that despite knowing the realism that ran on through the town, killing many people, whether they were passers by, or long term citizens.

And as per usual, they were regarded as animal attacks; and because he killed someone, he had to live in the paws of a wolf. “Good boy.” You snickered at his competence to lean obediently into your words, going to ruffle his brown locks, though his fast and vigilant hand caught yours before you could proceed with the action.

Your other hand released the kick ball, as you focused on how his grip tightened, pulling you closer as his angered expression moved closer to your face. There was no point in trying to pull away, he was far too strong, as all the other lurking supernatural creatures were, and you were not sure whether you should be relieved or not that he was not a vampire.

These woods had a history for disappearances, and deadly attacks, but this time, you felt safe moving away from the grand population of your school, because Tyler was with you. Tyler was strong, and protected the people he cared about, despite what others may think. He was gullible to the premises of relationships, he saw someone caring as him as nothing more sexual intent.

And that was a chore you carried, and another reason that you happened to tease him so. Not only was he an easy target with all these new changes making his bones crack, but he, deep down was a sweet and lost boy, that you were falling for, but you’d never admit that. Not even to Bonnie, who said she was able to see the future or some witchy psychic shit like that.

But perhaps, he was the one that you were supposed to be scared of. A wolf was deceiving, they prowled among the sheep, picking out the weaker ones of the flock, dragging their limbs away to satisfy the contents of their supper.

“You’re hurting me Lockwood, let go.” You winced, feeling how the bone shifted beneath the rough, human skin, and the inability that you had to heal made you fear the pain furthermore. As your eyes flickered up to his, you saw a wrenching gold splinter his irises, their black outlines painting lines around his waterline, making your body tremble. “Tyler, it’s me.”

Still, he seemed mute to what he was doing. You knew he wasn’t meaning to bring pain upon you, but that fact didn’t make it hurt any less. As you huffed your breath out in whimpers through your nose, your eyes filled with tears. And then you did something you’d deny ever dreaming of, you kissed him, suffocating your noises of displeasure upon his lips.

Soon, you felt his hold on your wrist loosen, dropping it suddenly, trying to pull away, scared that he would hurt you again. But with your unharmed arm, you reached up with your hand, tugging him back, as you extended the kiss for a few more seconds, finally disengaging, to your relief, seeing his usual brown hues.

“I hurt you.” He whimpered, feeling guilty. Moving your wrist around, you rotating it, grimacing at the feeling for a moment, but relaxing him a little as he heard no broken bones. “Y/n...”

“I’m fine, it’s just a little sore. Now shut up and kiss me Fido, or I’ll find some other guy that isn’t as pathetic as a castrated dog, and will-“ before you could finish your sentence, Tyler suffocated your mouth with his own, sinking his tongue through the parting of your lips, as he walked you backwards, pinning you up against the trunk of a tree, peeling your jacket from your arms, and discarding it upon the ground.

“You know I’m up against a tree right?” You snickered, earning an annoyed glare from the werewolf, who sighed, knowing that he had to ask the importance of such a thing.

“So?”

“Bark bark.” He shut you up with his mouth, unamused by your constant puns, instead wanting to fathom the dancing of your tongue rather than the words that actually fell from it.

Your hands raked down the back of his head, your nails pinching into his skin, as you mumbled his own name into his mouth, losing speech as he began to suck at your tongue. “Is this what wolves do, fuck in the woods?” Tyler rolled his eyes at you, raising his arms to slip his shirt off, the sight silencing you, as you ran your palms over his exposed chest.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, mushing his lips back onto your own, biting your lip, and pulling at it, leaving you certain that you’d have a bruise left upon it later on. Your hands began to tug at his belt, multitasking with the suffocation of his mouth, as you slightly opened your eyes so that you could find the buckle.

“I don’t think I’m going to do that, all things considered.” You smiled, dipping your hand into his pants, plucking at the material of your boxers, licking your lips, as you earned a reprised moan out of the dog boy.

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I feel, and it sucks

Pairings | Damon Salvatore x reader. Eric Northman x reader

Summary | after moving away from Mystic Falls, you finally return, and Damon is prepared to see you again. The only problem is, that you aren’t alone...

Warnings | includes angst, mentions of a breakup, sorta lead up to smut and mentions of it, blood play/kink, tiny bit of violence

Requested ✖️

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He cared not for the lack of logic that ran through his mind. Not as he went towards your home, you had returned from your year long departure. Mystic Falls had been left in your rear view as you went to a place called Bon Temps.

As much as Damon wished to chase after you, he’d have crawled if he could, he respected your desire to leave everything behind, and move on. And that included him, the man that you had loved, and the one that was profusely enamoured in you.

But now, he had the opportunity to whisk you back into his immortal embrace, and forever be by your side, to protect you, and spend every waking moment with you. Stefan would call him sappy for his advances, but his brother’s opinion simply did not matter. He was so close to being happy again, and he couldn’t deny he was reeled in by the prospect.

Damon was eager to make you pancakes every morning, waking you up with the aroma of breakfast on a tray that he greeted you with in bed. Or even the simple excitement of watching your various expressions whilst reading twilight; ugh, he hated that book, but he would willingly endure its presence if that meant he could become wrapped up in you once more.

But he had to see you first, and get past that progression again. Whilst you had been gone, and in that other town, he had become lost. No amount of bourbon drinking, or hanging out with Ric, could fix his settled mood. He felt like a sinking stone, drowning in the deep end, and remaining on the bottom of the bed, until he was washed away, back to shore.

And your return had done just that; grounded him. He wouldn’t feign to admit his immediate reaction when he first found out you were to come back to your original home. First, he had been in utter disbelief, hardly taking Bonnie’s statement seriously when she informed him of the ordeal.

But then, she showed him the messages that had transacted between the pair of you, and how you were eager to see her again. Nothing of him was mentioned in the conversation, although he was sure that the witch and you had spoken over call sometime after your surprise reveal.

The lack of voicing of your prior breakup gave him some hope; you were willing to take him back. And that was a possibility that he safely held onto, finding it to be a net for him to fall down onto. However, the prospect of a net was like that of a rocking boat, it had an inability stay still when it held a weight, and that mass of pounds was him.

And he knew, as you left, the thought of you had attempted to pull you back, and force you to stay with the selfish power. But as the past had played out, you had not let it, and so you left him all alone, in the claws of the Grill, which was somewhere he found himself to be often in general, but more so after your transcending departure.

The curtains to your room swayed with the evening wind, and he found himself to be enticed by the sight of the open window. It hadn’t been an unusual occurrence for him to climb through the ajar square, and talk about your day, and thus, make it better by his simple appearance.

But, he was deceived. What a fool he had been to think that you had not moved on from little old him, for there was a tall legged man over the top of you, both of your chests bare, and your mouth viscously devouring the inclination of the others. You were oblivious to his accidentally snooping presence, too distracted by the estranged blonde that was now teasing his lips down your throat.

The sight had him freeze, but he was incapable of interrupting whence he watched the man’s teeth sink into the parting of the bottom of your neck and your warm shoulder. It was no man, instead, he was much like him; a vampire. There was a ample difference though, he would never hurt you.

To Damon, you were a treasure, not an edible treat. And it sparked a pulse of fear through his entirety as he watched you be drained by this vile creature. Perhaps he were a hypocrite, he had done the same to many people countless times, and still continued to do so. But the food was not being extracted by anyone, it was being pulled from your veins, and making its way into this stranger’s awaiting mouth.

You shut up as something, a familiar blur, came crashing against Eric, sending his form flying off from your own, the intruder and him ending up on the floor. To cover up and show some surprised decency, you pulled the sheet upon yourself, stretching your red printed neck to view the scene below.

Eric was recomposing himself, shooting immortal daggers towards the reckless, who was... “Damon?” Seeing him once more was inevitable, but the scene of it was a dread of yours. And here he was, in your bedroom, the circumstances with much difference than from what they used to be.

At the sound of his name, both the strapping vampires turned towards you with fixed frowns, both worn for their own reasonable purposes. Damon was studying you, and understanding the scene, now seeing that you had been open to the removal of your blood, and this stranger was with you in some kind of way that he was not a fan of.

And Eric’s, well, it was a combined factor of fury, that was directed at the raven haired and uninvited visitor, and confusion, as he attempted to put together pieces of the puzzle that he was missing. He presumed correctly that the two of you had previously known each other, and thus, his intrusion could be explained, or so he hoped.

There was a longing wrenching in his dead gut, that there was something more than a friendship between you and this Damon. He was far too well adversed with the tell of history, that the looks the pair of you were silently exchanging were anything but friendly.

From the get go, there was a smouldering charm that reflected out of Damon’s blue eyes, and your own showed a conflict of interests. But nevertheless, you straightened your back up against the headboard of the bed, and questioned him. “What are you doing here?”

The interrogative underlining to your voice stung like a bee, but the younger of the two vampires refrained from wincing. That would only show a weakness towards the new vamp in town, and that was not the aim of his game.

“Bonnie told me that you were back.” He thought it would be a simple and trouble free resolution, however, the other immortal presence in the room now told him otherwise. “And I thought this guy here was going to drain you dry? What’d you expect me to do, let some stranger kill you before I even have a chance to see you?!”

A prominent eye roll swayed from your foresight, and you cast a look to the other guy, as though you were talking silently with the newcomer. “He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Eric Northman.” He extended his hand frankly to your previous partner, attempting to draw a hateful truce between them. But instead, Damon whence he took the offer, attempted to squeeze the bejesus out of ‘Eric’s’ hand, which only ended in the result of his own bones being crushed.

That much informed him that this Northman was older, and that information alone served as a factual repercussion of him in turn being more powerful. This vampire wasn’t one to mess with, but who knew what he would do, after all, he was Damon Salvatore.

“Damon Salvatore.” He begrudgingly spoke through his clenched teeth, taking his broken and healing back into the safety of his side. “So, the boyfriend. Y/n, I thought you were done with relationships, more specifically, with vampires.”

“You sound like Caroline, bitching about my relationship choices. And the only sense that she spoke to me was to get out of this town and-“

“Shag another one of me.” He quirked his brow, and Eric breathed heavily. One thing he had picked up on, was that he didn’t like the way that this vampire was speaking to you. He was making digs, and making contradictions to all of your past statements. “I believe you even said that I would be the last one, and that isn’t in the same context. You wanted to spend forever with me y/n, not someone like this.”

“Listen here.” Eric hissed, prowling half naked towards Damon, his fangs slipping out from beneath his top lip. “I can see what’s happening here, you want her back. But it appears that she has moved on, so that is something that you’re going to have to suck up.”

“Suck up.” Damon childishly snorted, finding the pun hilarious in his state of mixed delirium. He felt everything, a sense of urgency to win you back, and great pain that was sinking into his age old skeleton. “I feel, and it sucks. But it’s fine, completely fine.” He waved his hand off, staring past the slim brute and finding a painful solace in staring at you. “No, he’s allowed to suck your blood, and what, you suck his dick in return?”

A shove sent him flying into the furthest wall, Eric holding him against it. “She’s mine.” It was a common description of a companionship between human and vampire. He had thought Sookie and Bill’s bond had been a foolish one, however, he met you, and his whole perception changed.

There was something about the collaboration of weakness and strength that worked so perfectly together. It was a true love, in rare occurrences . But the sheriff could feel that the myth was blooming in his own consideration. And he would not allow a young (in comparison to him), selfish specimen of his kind, ruin his chance at keeping that peace.

“She’ll never let you turn her.” Damon gulped, trying to look over the giant’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, whom was avidly watching the scene. “If you want forever with her, it will only last a minute, and it’ll kill you when she goes, because if you really love her, then I know it would to me too. She deserves to see the world in all her short life, to be treated like a queen, because she is one.”

Damon gulped, feeling guilty, knowing that as much as he wanted to give you that all, he couldn’t. He would not leave Mystic Falls, and that was what had ended your run in the end. His first priority, as admirable as that was, was to always shadow Stefan, and look out for his little brother.

But that gave him no life, which was exactly what you wanted with him. It didn’t matter if you were to one day become pruned and shrunken, the moment that you lived in was all you wanted. There were memorable tears held in your eyes, but you refused to allow a single one slip.

“Y/n has already agreed that one day, she will go through the change, for me.” Biting your lip, you could only imagine the dispersed appearance that struck Damon’s face. He had wanted forever with you, and instead, you had given it to someone else.

Slinking out from the shirtless man’s grip, Damon cautiously pushed Eric’s hands off him, walking to the window, and casting you a cold look. “I hope you enjoy forever y/n.”

And with that, he was gone in the night, presumably fleeing to annoy Matt until he drank half the bar. And thus, he was the one this time that departed instead, abandoning you, and leaving you in Eric’s claim.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hot Psycho | Kai Parker

A/N: Sorry if it’s really badly written, I don’t write smut a whole lot, but was gonna get into it a little bit more. Would appreciate feedback, hope you enjoy reading. FYI it’s legit basically just smut x

Warnings: includes smut, oral (male on female), mentions of period sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink

“Don’t tell me you find that psycho hot!” Caroline screeched at you, after noticing your pity for the heretic.

“Technically he’s a sociopath, and only his body, his mind is more scrambled than an egg.” You corrected your friend, who couldn’t help but be disgusted still.

“Still.” She argued, with no further argument. And there was no more said because heavy footsteps entered the kitchen, ones that did not belong in the Salvatore house.

“Am I mistaken or did I by chance hear my name roll off the tongues of you ladies?” Kai smirked, his lustrous blue eyes burning into every inch of your body as his eyes prowled along the lines and curves that extentuated at the sides.

“We spat it out in disgust.” Caroline answered bitterly, as you shivered from the feeling of his captivating.

“Too bad, thought the lamb was wanting to go to slaughter.” Licking his lips, he made it clear that he was looking at you. It didn’t come across as a threat which was a relief, but it did something to you.

It didn’t cause fear, it drowned you in arousal. Slowly, you shifted your shoulders, and Caroline huffed as she recognised your expression far too well.

“You can leave now.” She pitched the idea, however Kai had other plans.

“Or you can, I’m a good guy now, I’m not going to do anything crazy to your dear friend. She’s as cute as a cupcake, I just want to taste the frosting that she offers.

“Gross!” Whilst Caroline offered her opinion, you remained in silence, tempted to go for it and take a bite out of the poisonous apple that’s as practically being offered to you.

“I don’t mind.” You muttered, but of course, both of them heard you loud and clear, making you groan in embarrassment.

“Go on, run along to Ken, Barbie.” Kai snorted as he watched Caroline check with you before sweeping as fast as she could out of the room. “So, my sweetest pea, you find me hot, I find you hot, you know what that means?”

Clunking your two rows of teeth together, you thought of how you should answer his question. Boosting his ego may give you the upper hand in the sheets, but he was a dick still and would be then.

“Mutual attraction, but with you, it’s bound to be a horror show. Blood, guts, gore, that kind of thing.” At that Kai smirked, leaving you wishing that you had remained wordless.

“Only if it was that time of month apple pie, but trust me, I can smell you. And I wouldn’t let you use that as an excuse if you wanted to, true or not.”

Pulling you up from your seat, Kai pinned you against the island, rubbing his nose against your neck and inhaling. “You smell as sweet as a cherry.”

“And you sound as stupid as a witch vampire hybrid - oh wait.” He laughed against your skin, trailing his tongue over your jugular vein, causing you breath to hitch and your body and mouth to freeze.

“You’ve always been the smart one, with the comebacks, with the research, the ideas.” Grabbing your thighs, he hoisted you up so you were seated on the platform, and he walked to be stood between your spread legs. “But now little human, it’s time I shut you up.”

Letting his teeth nip at your neck, on instinct, you ran your free hands through his brunette locks, tugging just a tiny bit, making the man grown.

Surely, there would be bruises across your skin when he was done with you. But you didn’t mind, at least not now anyways, he was so alluring, so hot.

“Do something Kai, before I have to take matters into my own hands.” On command he sunk down onto his knees, tugging your underwear to the side from beneath your skirt.

“As much as I would love to see that, and trust me, I really would, I’m doing all of the work this time.”

Leaning forward, he puckered his lips, instantly capturing your clit between them, rolling and sucking it, making you writhe wildly above him.

“Fucking hell!” For the moment he pulled away, giving you a glimpse of the wetness that was smeared across his mouth.

“Been there, done that. But now I’m about to break through heaven’s gates.” You weren’t sure of what he was talking about, until he plunged an eager finger into you, rummaging your walls, prodding then from inside.

It felt good, but even better when his mouth returned back to your station, playing with your clit as though it was a piece of gum in his mouth. He would pull it to the furthest it could stretch, nibble on the pink flesh, and he seemed to be loving every second of it.

Almost as much as you, it could have been said, but there was no certainty in that, seeing as you felt like you would be skyrocketing any moment to another planet.

Shutting your eyes, you let out a silent scream as the rollercoaster hit its peak, toppling over the edge and finishing its course.

“God, Kai.” He stood, undoing his belt as you meshed your lips with his own, tasting your own juices upon his pout.

He took his jeans down a little, shimmying them down enough so that he could get himself out of his boxers. And when he had, he took ahold of his length, tapping it against the entrance of your pussy teasingly.

“Beg for it sweet cheeks.” Although you had just orgasmed, you were desperate for more. Friction, anything.

And you knew what you wanted, and he was holding the girth of it right in his dominant hand.

Glancing down at it, you mewled a little, shifting to a better angle as you bit your lip, transferring your hungry eyes back to his face.

“Please daddy, put it in me.” The name had caught him off guard, but he wanted more. And so, you would give it to him. “Ever since I saw you I wanted you to fuck me raw, you are the hottest witch that has came into this town, and you can be the hottest one that comes inside of me.”

“Jesus.” Kai signed at your words, finally giving in out of pity and his own desperation. He was quick sinking himself into you, and he slid in easier than he had expected to.

“Yes, fuck me Parker.” Your hands went to his back, clawing it through the material of his shirt.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He began moving, eventually going into a frantic pace. Like a man starved, he gave hurried thrusts, causing sweat to gather on his brow.

But that was no concern to him, seeing as he could feel how soaked his cock was inside of you.

“More.” Again, he toyed with your clit, this time with his thumb and he did rotary movements, rubbing at the nub as you began letting out even higher pitched moans.

“Tell me how close you are.” He huffed out, breathing through his clenched teeth as he tried to hold back.

“So fucking close, don’t stop or I swear I will rip your heart out.” That made him lose it, and let go.

The sound of you threatening him had been to much, and ashamedly, he had came before you. Still, he didn’t let up on his ministrations against your clit, he went even harder against it.

He stayed inside of you, feeling you clench around his cock and his cum, and so he shut his eyes, leaning his neck back a little before he finally felt it.

You had gone over the edge yet again, all because of him. Even if he were a hot psycho, he sure was doing something good and right in this department. You had no complaints.

Slowly he pulled out, watching his semen drip out of you onto the floor. “Holy fuck.” He groaned, watching it continue to deep out of your tight hole.

“Fuck indeed.” You had well indeed be fucked, by none other than a hot psycho. If there was ever another offer, you weren’t even going to consider declining.

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