#Kai Parker x male reader

[its-ares]

— Echoes of Longing

Male Reader

Months have passed since Kai was imprisoned in the Prision World again. With a broken heart, you think back to the moment when Bonnie locked up your boyfriend - she snatched him from your arms. You can still remember Kai's last words, the last kiss, his smell and how his hands were on your cheek and tenderly wiped away your tears.

"I'll be back, pretty baby. And when we're together again, nothing can separate us. I love you," Kai whispered and kissed you one last time for a very long time.

Since Kai left, you have only been physically present. Your days are filled with crying and hoping. In your head, you know that you may never see Kai again. But your heart continues to hope.

Your friends, if you can still call them friends, check on you every day. Bonnie is the only one who doesn't visit you. Understandably, you wouldn't wish the pain she caused you on anyone. A big part of you doesn't want to see her at all, it's hard to imagine what you would do! But a very small part of you wants to talk to her, wants to understand exactly why she did it. You actually know why Bonnie did it, but you begged her not to do it and yet she sent Kai back to the Prison World.

It was a quiet Wednesday, 9 months had passed since Kai was imprisoned again. You couldn't leave your apartment for weeks, it became a place of refuge for you and Kai. You lived in your own bubble there, nobody could get to you. But you knew you couldn't stay at home forever, so you decided to go to the library. You spent months gathering information to bring Kai back, but no book or spell worked and at some point, after a breakdown, you threw everything away.

After you had gathered all the books together, you quickly went back to your apartment. In your living room, you had scattered all the books on the floor, and notes with your thoughts scribbled on them were flying around everywhere. You leaned against the couch and looked at all the information you had collected.

You notice a small black book that sticks out a little from your small coffee table. You carefully take it out of the stack and leaf through the pages. Almost at the very end of the book you notice a handwritten note. You recognize the handwriting straight away; Kai must have written something in it back then.

To escape the Prison World you need a Bennett, she will show you how to bring someone back. Just because it seems hopeless doesn't mean it won't work.

After reading the note, you know what you have to do. You get up and quickly collect everything important and pack it in your backpack. A hope grows within you that you haven't felt for a long time. When you step out of your apartment, you run to Bonnie. When you arrive at her house, you knock energetically on her door.

When the door opens, you squeeze through. "What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked, surprised. She's wanted to visit you so many times, she's sat in her car so often and has been able to force herself to get out. You look at her determinedly. "I want you to help me get Kai back."

"That's impossible and you know it. Please finally write Kai off," Bonnie said, looking sad. You laugh and show her the notebook.

"Don't tell me to forget my soulmate," you snap. "There's a note from Kai in here, he says I need a Bennett witch so I can get someone out of the Prison World." You show her the notebook and Bonnie looks surprised, she never thought Kai would give it another thought. She also never thought he would leave you a note.

"Bonnie please, I need Kai - I need him so much." Tears gather in your eyes. The others never understood why you fell in love with Kai. They thought he had manipulated you, but when they saw you break down, they knew that he really meant something to you.

"I don't know if it will work. I don't want you to get your hopes up too much," Bonnie said, taking your hands. “I have to try,” you say, looking at her determinedly.

You and Bonnie prepare everything you need. Out of the corner of your eye you notice how she keeps watching you. "If you want to say something, then just say it," you say and look at her demandingly.

"You're right, I want to say something. I'm sorry. After the incident, I wanted to visit you so often and I didn't dare. I hid behind the thought that you didn't want to see me anyway. It wasn't until Kai was gone that I realized how much he meant to you. And when I think of the moments when you looked at him, you looked at Kai the way I always looked at Enzo. That's when I realized that you love Kai." Bonnie cries, you never thought that she would apologize or that she would feel so bad.

Part of you still wants to hate Bonnie, but the other part just wants to forgive her and get your friendship back. You surprise Bonnie when you walk up to her and hug her. You just hug for a while, but when you pull away, Bonnie laughs and wipes away her tears.

"Okay, we have everything now. Let's try it," says Bonnie and you smile gratefully. You sit down and start with the spell. You feel a wind suddenly blowing around you and then the candles go out.

"Did it work?" you ask, looking around. Bonnie looked confused. She reached for the book and flipped through the pages frantically. "What's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to her.

"It should have worked, why didn't it work? We did everything it said, that‘s impossible," she murmured and turned the page. You and Bonnie tried again and again, but nothing worked. All the hope you still had disappeared.

Hours have passed, the moon was high in the sky and the stars were glittering. You and Bonnie were sitting on the couch, the TV was on in the background, neither of you could stand the silence. You looked out the window and watched the stars. Kai had to be out there somewhere, waiting for you. Is he also looking at the stars and thinking about you?

"What are you thinking about?" Bonnie asked and you smiled painfully. "I wonder if Kai is thinking about me too. I hope he knows that I'm doing everything I can to bring him home," you whispered and wiped away a tear. Bonnie moved closer to you and put her hand on yours. "I'm sure Kai is thinking about you and he knows that you're doing everything in your power to get him back."

At some point you fell asleep on the couch, you talked for a long time - Bonnie explained to you why she acted like that. Somehow that day brought you back together. You haven't completely forgiven her yet, but you're on the right track.

You and Bonnie spent the morning reading the books. You marked the important things and you both wanted to try the spell again this evening. Then at lunchtime you made your way home.

You arrive at your apartment and unlock the door. You put your backpack next to the door. You are just about to take off your jacket when you hear a noise from the living room. You pick up the baseball bat that is next to the door and slowly walk towards the living room.

As you walk through the doorway you can't believe your eyes. Kai is sitting on the couch, you drop the bat and shake your head. "No, you're not here, this must be a dream. You can't be here, it didn't work," you mumble to yourself and pull at your hair.

Kai jumped up and walked quickly towards you. "Baby stop, I'm here - I'm here." Your boyfriend took you in his arms and pressed you tightly against his body. You couldn't believe it. You had been wanting this exact moment for months and now it was here.

Tears dripped onto Kai's sweater, but he didn't care. Finally he could hold you in his arms again. "I'm here now and I'm never leaving you again, pretty baby."

It felt so good to be in Kai's arms again. You both missed it so much. He sealed his promise with a deep kiss. No one can ever separate you again.

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

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Pairing: Kai Parker x Male Reader Genre: honestly... idk Request: Could i request a Kai Parker x Male reader, where after escaping the prison, he sees reader with Elena and friends and he falls inlove (more like obsessed) with reader. He starts to bother reader, wlaking him home or even sending him love letters with chocolates. One day he asks reader out on a date but reader rejects, so Kai kiddnaps reader, takes him to his place and tries to convince him that he should be with him. When reader still doesn't accept Kai, Kai turns reader into a vampire out of anger, but what surprises him is that reader gets sired to him, which meant that reader did like Kai atleast a little bit, so then they fuck like sex deprived bunnies. When Elena and friends see reader hanging out with Kai they get angry and confront him. Requested by: @amore-xoxo A/N: I've never written a Top!MaleReader... so please forgive if I messed up. Also, I had to split this fic into 2 parts so please enjoy!

“Sorry…” The words slipped out of the mouth of the blue-eyed stranger who had just bumped into Y/n, “... I just have this really fun habit of bumping into handsome guys.” The stranger finished with a smirk, after bending down and picking up the book that fell from Y/n’s hands. “I was I could say the same.” Y/n responds wittily, sneering at the stranger, as he sticks his hand out for the book to be placed back into it. “I’m Kai, and you’re beautiful.” Kai comments, Y/n’s wit only encouraging him. He places the book into Y/n’s hand, flirtatiously smiling at him.

Y/n rolls his eyes with a soft smile as he cups the book into his arms and leaves the Mystic Grill heading home. Kai follows him, still with a smile, opening the door for Y/n to exit. “Mind if I walk you home?” Kai’s breath lands against Y/n’s ears causing him to challengingly smile back at Kai. “If you can, keep up… Kai.” 

Hearing Y/n say his name sent shivers down Kai’s spine, he knew then and there that he had to have him. He had to make Y/n his.

This exchange was the first of many which had soon caught the attention of Y/n’s friends. ‘He’s a sociopath, Y/n.’ ‘He stabbed me with an arrow.’ ‘Pretty sure he murdered a good portion of his family… who’s to say you won’t be next.’ In the span of a single conversation, Y/n had learned the truth about Kai Parker, the sociopathic heretic. He knew then that Kai wasn’t good for him.

“Did you get the letter I sent you? It had your favourite chocolate.” Kai teases, following Y/n who is on their way back to their dorm. “I did… thanks.” Y/n responds boredly, trying to push Kai away with a facade of disinterest. Kai’s hand grips around Y/n’s arm causing the human to stop before Kai turns him around to face him. “Well?” Kai questions with a smirk, looking down at Y/n. “No, Kai. I’m not interested in going on a date with you.” The answer takes Kai by slight surprise but the heretic maintains his cocky composure as he watches Y/n walk away from him.

“And why’s that?” Kai asks with a joking undertone. “Because you didn’t tell me you were a sociopathic, family-murdering, heretic.” Y/n quips back still walking away before he feels a sharp and sudden headache causing him to stop in his tracks. Kai’s hand, which was aimed at Y/n, slowly twists which only causes Y/n’s grunt of pain to grow louder as the human drops to his knees clutching his head. “God! It was so boring having to pretend to be an innocent human. Gotta admit though, you were worth it.” Kai’s words slowly process in Y/n’s mind as he feels darkness envelop him. 

Y/n lowly groans when his eyes slowly and groggily open to see Kai smirking at him. “Wakey, wakey.” Kai’s menacingly sweet voice sounds while his hand gently caresses Y/n’s cheek. “You looked so pretty when you were in pain.” Kai mumbles as Y/n flinches his head away from Kai’s touch. “I see you not only bump into handsome guys, you kidnap them too.” Y/n softly remarks as he feels the rope bindings dig into the skin of his arms and around the fabric of his jeans, restraining him to a chair. 

Kai chuckles at Y/n’s words as he sits down in the chair in front of Y/n, gripping a knife in his hand, and lustfully looking at the powerless human in front of him. “What’s the knife for?” Y/n ponders cooly, noticing how he is in his dorm room and the knife that sat comfortably in Kai’s hand. “Nothing, I just enjoy holding it.” Kai shrugs with an empty smile.

“What’s he for?” Y/n nods his head towards an attractive man sitting quietly on the bed. “Later.” Kai winks at Y/n before leaning in closer to him. “But, I think it’s best if we talk about us instead.” Kai continues, as he moves his hand down to trace Y/n’s thigh causing a tingly feeling to shoot through Y/n’s body. “I may not know a lot about feelings but I know that I want you…” Y/n’s breathing hitches slightly as Kai’s hand pushes his legs apart and his face draws closer to Y/n’s.

“It’s a real shame, we don’t always get what we want.” Y/n rejects trying to hold a deadpan expression. Kai suddenly slams the knife in the space between Y/n’s legs, impaling the wood of the chair causing Y/n to jump ever so slightly, turning his face away from Kai. It isn’t long before Y/n’s face is gripped by Kai’s - now free - hand and forces him to look at Kai’s angry face. “Tell me the truth… and I’ll let you go. Do you want me?” Kai seethes softly at the human. “No…” 

Kai releases Y/n’s face and snaps his fingers, using his magic to loosen Y/n’s ropes enough for the human to escape. “Whatever you say, Y/n.” Kai mutters, backing away from Y/n. He flicks his hand at the door and the sound of the lock of the door moving is heard. Y/n pensively gets up and waits a moment examining Kai’s expression as if waiting a final movement or indiction. “I’m a man of my word, Y/n.” Kai says finally with a dry expression, gesturing his head to the door. 

Y/n hesitantly walks past the quiet stranger, still sitting on his bed, and heads towards the door but doesn’t make it far before Kai speeds up behind him, and pulls him into a tight headlock. “Shh…” Kai whispers in the human’s ears, trying to shush him. “Unfortunately for you, Y/n… you lied.” He breathes as he restrains Y/n’s struggling figure for a moment before effortlessly snapping Y/n’s neck. Y/n’s body is released from Kai’s grip and drops lifelessly to the floor. “But don’t worry… I know exactly how to get the truth out of you.”

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When Alaric cut off his head, it didn't just kill Kai Parker, but also sent his consciousness or spirit, or whatever to another universe. One where superheroes like Superman and Supergirl were real. That's when Kai discovered... Him. The young man named Y/N, who apparently thought he was someone else by the name of Mon-El. Kai had originally wanted to create chaos and mischief on this earth, but once he saw Y/N, he figured he could play the amnesiac ex-boyfriend of Y/N. Kai cast a spell in order to see all of Y/N's memories of this alien doppelganger of his, even went as far as using a duplication spell to replicate his alien powers. Y/N and the others were none the wiser as Kai settled into his new life as the former alien prince of Daxam.

[thecrazywriter7182006]

M/N Gilbert: Awww is this what you looked like when you were a teenager

Kai:…unfortunately my mom took that photo and where did you get it I thought I burned them all!

[zaceouiswriting]

The Art of Seduction: Malachai “Kai” Parker P.2

Character: Malachai “Kai” Parker x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies/Legacies

Warnings: Smut, Kinky

Authors note: Hello, you beautiful people! I was confronted with a little problem. To your info, this never should’ve been written. This series was planned as one-shots, but I foolishly did not mention that anywhere. Therefore, as @obviouslyhex requested the second part in a repost, I felt compelled to do it. To make sure I made myself clear, never try anything this sneaky and cheeky again! I rather have a DM or a Comment under the post. But thank you for your interest in my work! Despite all of that, I actually think this is one of my better works, so hopefully, you can all enjoy the piece that should never have existed.

Life became exciting. To hold Mr. Parker in the dark about me and my past made our play even more enticing. Despite his tough outer shell, I knew it was butter in my hands. The day after I got him to bend me over his desk to fuck me deep with his massive cock, I knew that he was a goner. Already the day after, he almost was like a love-drunken puppy. It made me a little sick.

He was supposed to be that big evil psychopath playing with people’s feelings and lives. Too easy to get him hooked onto me. I didn’t even have to use my magic to corrupt his mind for me. The touches he'd sneaked in all the time we had seen each other. Standing close to my table, closer than usual, standing perfectly so I could see his bulge, but no one else could.

I knew what he wanted, for me to fall onto my knees and worship his body as his loyal follower he believes I am. But instead, I left his class after the bell rang. He was flabbergasted, ran after me the rest of the day, and tried to get me to bend over for him again and again.

Eventually, it got so bad that I just began to ignore him, letting him hang and craving my touch.

For days, this was everything he had done, almost begging me to touch him in any way, 

The moment he felt something different about me, his soft spot for me vanished seemingly out of nowhere. His eyes were cold and stoic, fixated on me as if he wanted to rip my head off and drink me empty. Eventually, that heat surged up inside me again, my cock growing to hardness as his murderous gaze was focused on me once more.

The whole class didn't take his eyes off me, only this time, I loved his attention. When the bell rang, he stood firm and straightened his back. „Everyone can go. Except for you!“ His finger pointed out my figure, voice just as cold as his blood-lusting eyes.

Before everyone had left the room, he came right up to me. He didn't care if anyone could see his hand suddenly gripped my neck tight enough to kill me if he wanted to. My pulse ran a hundred miles an hour. For the first time, I feared him. I knew he would kill me if he wanted to, even though he couldn't. Only the thought of him trying; made me almost cum hands-free in my pants.

Instead of breaking my neck, he pulled me towards him, feet in the air. I didn't have a word in that matter. As his face got closer, I hoped he would bite me and drink some of my blood. But the only friction I got was him breathing in heavily.

„What does that mean?" he asked, whispering in my ear. For a second, I was dumbed out of my brain. I was confused. He ripped open my shirt a little to reveal a freshly healed wound on my shoulder. If he only knew that half my body was covered with these bite wounds.

„I had some fun with one of the werewolf football players.“ After I told him this piece of Information, he squeezed my throat. Thanks to my magic, he couldn’t do real damage, but he did not have to know this. Instead, I licked my lips lasciviously, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me.

He scoffed, he fucking scoffed, did not even change the neutral line his lips had made. No grin, or sadistic look in his eyes, more a look of disgust.

Carelessly, he suddenly threw me through the air. I landed forcefully against one of the walls. Before I could understand what was happening, I got pulled off the ground again, just to be thrown again, punched in the air, and landed right onto one of the desks.

Covered in blood and even more confused, Mr. Parker finally stopped his attack on my body and turned my body over so that I was lying on my back. „I hope you had fun with this little mud. We'll see if it felt worthy of dying for a quick fuck with a beast."

Up until this point, I never thought that this man would actually hurt me. It happened like that, sinking his teeth into my neck and sucking the blood out of my body. I immediately felt my body weaken.

That was not for long. Soon Mr. Parker fell, his fangs just slipping out of my neck. But the damage to him was already done, and a primal lust in me had awakened.

Concentrating on my healing, using a little bit of my magic, my blood content was filled in mere moments while my wounds were all in unison healed. „That was not a good idea, Mr. Parker, my god!“ I told him with a smirk as I slowly got up from where he had tried to drink me dry.

Standing again, only blood on my skin, but not a single open wound. My back was to the man that just tried to take my life. „I never thought that you would dare to kill me. But maybe, it was for the best.“ Finally, I turned around to him, my eyes completely turquoise, with no pupil or iris, just that one color.

Fear flowed through the body of the man, that never had to fear anything but was feared by everyone else. Incredulous, he looked at me out of big eyes that tried to understand what was happening. With not even the movement of my hand, I only needed my thoughts he began to levitate.

I approached his floating body and ran my fingers over his clothing. They slowly dissolved only the parts my finger had already passed. „It is sad, Mr. Parker. I had so much hope in you. Once I saw the lust for blood in you, the disregard for life, and the hatred for almost everything. I thought I found someone just like me, but in the end, you were just like anyone else; pathetic.“

Shortly after my small monolog, I finally reached his neck, his Adam’s apple, and nervously jumped up and down as I softly caressed it between two fingers. Only to wander further up and feel his trimmed beard beneath my fingertips as they made their way to his sinful lips. So delicious.

I could only bend for a little bit, capturing them with mine. With no fuss, he let me do whatever I wanted. But that was more my fault than his. After getting my back straight again, after that brief chaste kiss, I finally saw what I had been feeling, his big eyes following my every move, so scared, so pathetic.

„For the first time in my life, I felt something when I first looked into your eyes, although I could see that one day you'll be my man. But now I don't know if that's still possible."

While I made eye contact, my right hand roamed over his gorgeous body, caressing his tight, muscular chest and massaging his beautiful, perfectly chiseled abs all the way down to his already rock-hard, big cock. With a few lazy strokes, I felt his pleasure coursing through his body, his cheeks faintly pink.

„Your jealousy got you something that will kill you; my blood. Every cell of my body is filled with magical energy, enough to destroy everything that exists if I lose control. Surely enough to kill a sole vampire, warlock hybrid.“ Slowly I started to stroke his cock more energetically. Though he was doing his best not to show me he was enjoying it, the moans that erupted every now and then gave him away, and I was not even reacting to his loud gasps for air. „But I know a way to save your little… pathetic life. You only have to call me ‚Master‘.“ A dirty smirk appeared on my lips, knowing his ego would not allow something like this.

„Never!“ He brought out after a lot of difficulties.

„I knew you would say that.“ My smirk grew as I let him float around, letting him land on his own desk. I put one of his bare legs on my shoulder and stared straight into his soul. „The werewolf alpha said something similar before I completely broke him while fucking his tight virgin ass in the locker room this morning. He begged me to fill him with my semen, to impregnate him. If I wanted to, I even had the option to make him my breeding whore. With magic as powerful as mine, I only have to decide to do something like this. You know.“

As I talked to him and recounted my past antics, I simultaneously undid my fly, nothing more, and pulled out my own already rock-hard cock. Just as thick as my teachers, although I was half an inch shorter. I was still not fully grown at that point, though.

As soon as my cock head touched his tight, apparently also virgin hole, it started licking precum. Smearing it all over that sweet entrance, I teased it repeatedly but never let it slip in. „Before I let you fuck me…Ohhh, so good! Before I let you fuck me, I was solely a top… Ohhh, man… Guh… Fucking every man I wanted. I hoped you would be… Fuck… were the right man, but no, you are just a fuckhole like any other man!“

More and more moans and groans left my mouth as I grew impatient to only play with the man's hole. „I hope you are ready!“ I yelled at him, not giving him any more time. I pushed past his muscle and rammed myself painfully inside of him.

His hand grabbed his desk and ripped it apart as well. He gritted his teeth to keep me from getting the satisfaction of his screams. „Let it out!“ I ordered him, but he did not listen. So I slapped him hard enough that his head flew to the side. Finally, his painful groans filled the air. „Was it- Fuck- Was it so hard now?“ My question, full of smugness, made him stare at me murderously, dangerously. If he only had never lost this side for me.

„God, your ass is… is perfect- Fuck!“ I grabbed his other leg and threw it over my shoulders as well, grabbed his waist, and began pumping in and out at a brutal rate. Now he was the one who lubricated me with his blood, breaking him from the inside out. But at the same time, making sure that the magic inside my blood did not kill him by taking every bit of excess magic out of him. It was the easiest way.

I never, in my life, had an ass like his; perfectly peachy and still hard as a rock. It felt amazing. Especially his sweet hole. As my pumps became even more brutal, I ran my hands over his magnificent body, for he was already clinging to the wood of his desk for dear life; I didn't need to hold him in place as well.

„You are the single most beautiful man I have ever seen!“ I told him, groaning into his ear, folding him completely. My voice was husky and out of breath. With his knees beside his head, I stared directly into his beautiful blue-grey eyes. „Maybe… Just maybe I will keep you. Make you- God, I am close! Make you in my little cock whore! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!“ I screamed finally, spilling my seed deep inside his intestines.

Out of breath, I fell onto his muscular chest and tried to regain control of my breathing. I felt his sides up and down. He was like me, trying to get enough air inside his lungs.

„Even though you're pathetic, you're one hell of a fuck!" I told him when I had gathered enough strength to get off his chest again. He still looked at me out of almost empty eyes, never breaking eye contact. „Oh, did you think that we were finished and you could get to sleep now?“ I asked him in a mocking tone. „Oh poor, stupid Mr. Parker, no, I will fuck you as long as I want, for at least an hour, until my magic is back inside me!“ A devilish grin replaced the smug one I had worn throughout our sexual encounter.

My dick hasn’t left this hole yet. Still rock-hard inside him, I just started moving again. But when I heard his high-pitched whimper, I stopped, only to watch his fat balls squirt another load onto his stomach. „God, you came again, already? I didn’t even need to touch you!“ I grabbed his cock, carefully playing with its head, smearing his cum, all over it. „Pleeasee, stop that!“ He begged me.

"Then cum for me again. Come on bitch I know you want that!" Now more aggressively massaging his cock head, his breathing quickened once more. I only pumped into him shallowly, so his prostate didn't get enough friction.

„Plea-Please fuck me-I need-You have to-“

„Tze, Tze, Tze, I don't have to do anything, my little slut. You are now under my control, and you still have to call me by my title.“ I let it sink in for a while, but he was already fucked stupid enough.

So I took my cock out of his gorgeous ass and pushed it back deep into his gut, and penetrated his prostate once more. Before he could come through, I squeezed his cock painfully and pulled his balls.

„Noooo!“

I just shrugged and fucked him at a brutal pace, still having his balls pulled away in my hand. „We will see how long you can keep this superior attitude up, pretty boy!“

„I’m-I’m- Ughhh… older than, Arghh- you!“

„You think.“ I kissed him again, shutting him up effectively.

As we fell into a peaceful silence, with only our skins clapping onto each other could be heard, I actually lost myself in his eyes. If things were different, maybe I could have loved him, but without such feelings, it's just a handsome face.

But Mr. Parker was more resilient than I thought. Even though I made him my personal cock slut, he remained adamant about being my boss. So I decided to play dirty.

My hand wrapped around his delicious neck, squeezing tightly, but that was not my master plan. He found himself touched everywhere. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body became overworked. Magical minimal touches drove him into insanity. His tongue; sticking out, like the cheap whore he is. All the while, only a shallow airflow held him half-dead. Vampires are a weird thing; On one hand, they're dead, but on the other, as long as there's fresh blood flowing through their veins, they're kind of alive.

That I could even have such thoughts with my fat cock, deep in the most delicious hole of the most beautiful man I have ever seen - was a miracle.

I had lost track of time as soon as my cock entered him. But even though this was the case, Malachai, as I will call him from now on, he has lost all authority in my eyes, looking at me hungrily like that, still did not break.

Therefore my last trick had to be played. Suddenly immeasurable pain filled his head. „I will not ask again, pretty boy.“ I fucked him harder and harder. Quickly I could feel myself approaching another orgasm.

„Please… Please!“ He finally cried out, real salty tears rolling down his cheeks. Maybe he was more alive than I thought.

„I can hear you, and you know what to do to get treated well!“ His lips became a neutral line as he tried his best to endure the pain and the pleasure.

„Master, please,“ he whispered quietly.

„I couldn't hear you!“ My smugness was audible for the man, but he was finally at his breaking point.

„I beg you, Master!“ More tears went down his face. Without an answer, I let go of his balls, and he came like a volcano within seconds. His moans were so loud and lewd that I was sure that they could even get out my seal, and I loved the idea of other people hearing this slut, moaning for me.

He was covered in his own cum when he finished. His ass had spasmed so powerfully that I had to stop before I came with him. Instead, I waited until he was loose again and continued to fuck him for a few more minutes.

Penetrating his prostate so well that he went in and out of consciousness. „FUCK!“ I finally screamed. Coming inside him so much that it flowed out before I could even pull my dick out of him.

Half asleep, I opened my seal and wanted to leave the room, letting him lie there. We fucked until the sun went down. So it was sure that I got all my magic back. But someone came to the room, so I had to do something about that. 

I rolled my eyes with a blink of my eyes and teleported us both to his room, an adjoining bathroom. Carefully I carried him effortlessly to it, washing him, cleaning out his insides, and putting some comfortable clothes onto him. As I laid him into his bed, I went beside him under his blanket, pulling him onto my chest. In a couple of years, I surely will be taller than him in every part.

„Remember what I am to you, and I will be good to you, care for you as if you are a king.“ I whispered into his ear, my breath hot and my words sincere. „But if you ever… I mean, disrespect me EVER; today would be a wet dream for you. Do you understand, my little slut?“

He did not answer me, probably already too far away, but he weakly pulled himself further on top of me, his hands grasping for my warmth and possible love. I could get used to that. At least if he loves me, he won't leave, I told myself that.

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HALLOWEEN BOTS ´ཀ`

note: happy halloween!! and oh yeah!! more halloween bots , some of these are inspired by songs some by my brain. i hope you guys like these, i was going to add more but i got lazy 😞, might add more ( i say while knowing i wont )

　

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ hallows eve ノ

kai certainly went all out for halloween, decorating the house, and to top it off, he’d given in to your idea of matching costumes. he'd groaned, rolled his eyes, even muttered under his breath when you first suggested it, but somehow here he was, suited up to match. but when it came to candy, there was no compromise. he’d stacked bowls of it on the kitchen counter—no cheap stuff, either. all his favorites, an indulgent stash that he had no plans of sharing with the hordes of trick-or-treaters who might dare to knock. and of course, he dragged you along to sit on the couch and indulge into the horror movie marathon with him.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ inside phone calls ノ

phone calls? sure, you’re all for those. phone calls from a smooth-talking stranger, especially late at night? even better. but phone calls from someone who’s also a killer—someone lurking in your house, who’s got a knife with your name on it? that’s where things start to get a little more complicated. but hey, he has a nice voice and you’re oh, so lonely from what kai can tell. and you have a nice body, god, these small blinds from your closet don’t really do justice for what he’s witnessing, but hey, he’ll take a free show of you stripping down anytime.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ klaus mikaelson ␥ perversion 99 ノ

klaus wouldn’t dare call it perverse, not when you were dressed like that. it made sense now, the appeal of halloween, the thrill that had you buzzing with excitement over what he called a silly tradition. but now he was starting to understand. with you wrapped up in this dangerously enticing costume, it was impossible to think straight. the fabric clung to you in all the right places, practically begging for his eyes to linger, his hands to wander. he resisted at first, simply admiring the sight before him, the playful glint in your eyes that dared him to try. but klaus had never been one for restraint. finally, he made his move, fingers inching toward the edge of your costume, ready to pull it from your body like he’d been aching to do since the moment he laid eyes on you. but before he could make any real progress, you somehow managed to get it back up throwing him a half annoyed half amused look.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ halloween cooking mess ノ

if elijah knew better—which he does—he’d think the house had been ambushed by a mischievous child on a halloween sugar rush. the evidence was everywhere, from flour dusting the countertops like a ghostly fog to sprinkles scattered like confetti on the floor. smears of chocolate and icing trailed across the counters, smeared together in abstract, sugary artwork. eijah could hardly tell if they were supposed to be cookies or some strange, deformed creatures. maybe ghosts? or perhaps a very experimental version of pumpkins? but there was something hauntingly charming about the way you'd gone about it. each cookie looked unique, each one a slightly different shape, as if you'd tried to craft them into adorable little halloween creatures but got sidetracked halfway through.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ corpse bride ノ

you looked like you—the same person elijah had married. the familiar silver band on your finger testified to that, grounding him in the reality that you were, in fact, standing before him. but somehow, you were not you. there was an emptiness in your gaze, a hollowed, distant glint that robbed your eyes of their former light. a subtle, unsettling scent clung to you, something acrid and faintly metallic, laced with an unmistakable trace of decay. yet, you held onto him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. it was as though your fractured mind could recall only him—a beacon in the fog of your shattered recollections.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ mx sinister ノ

halloween parties weren’t his thing—too much noise, too many people—but this one came with a purpose. somewhere inside was a demon, feeding off the energy of the oblivious crowd. at least he could enjoy some things, like the candy—and the costumes, or lack thereof. he could easily get used to this part of the job. he even let a smirk creep onto his face when he saw a woman pass by in a devil costume that was more suggestive than sinister. it was easy to let his mind wander, just for a second. then, you appeared out of the crowd. dean’s gaze fixed on you, and his entire focus shifted. you wore a costume that was… well, maybe ‘costume’ wasn’t the right word. it was as much about what you weren’t wearing, as what you were. maybe the demon would just have to wait for a while, at least until he could charm that costume off you.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ teenage neceophillian love ノ

dead and okay, maybe somewhat hot? not deans type, at least that’s what he told himself. but when it came to you… well, those thoughts made it difficult. watching you bloody with sharp fangs, he should’ve just killed you, like countless others. yet, he stood there, cleaning up your mess, wiping the crimson off your mouth. the rational part of him, buried under the weight of his desire, reminded him that he was supposed to be the hunter here. he was supposed to kill creatures like you—mercilessly, without hesitation. and yet, here he was, staring at you like he was under some spell, some inexplicable fascination that kept him tethered to this moment, unable—or unwilling—to break free.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ sam winchester ␥ 13 jack o’ lanterns ノ

sam knew, from the moment he saw halloween decorations creeping out of every corner, that there was no escape. you’d gone all-out this year, like a fiend possessed by the halloween spirit, turning your home into a spooky paradise. every inch of the house was draped in something ghostly or ghoulish. he had to admit, it was… impressive, in a way only you could pull off. now, here he was, seated with a carving knife in hand, elbows-deep in pumpkin guts, his own attempt looking a little… well, wonky.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ tom hanniger ␥ from your windowsill ノ

it started off small, like most crushes do, tom thought it was normal. watching you from afar, taking in how you seemed so blissfully unaware of the green eyes following your every move. but small things have a habit of growing when you let them fester, and suddenly being too far away from you was not enough, now being able to see you this close—well, as close as he can from your windowsill of course. he was content, if only for a moment.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　╰ ﹒ stiles stilinski ␥ claws and fangs ノ

vampires and werewolves don’t mix. it’s practically written into the dna of supernatural lore, and stiles finds himself agreeing with every ancient text about it. because—god—you reek. normally, he wouldn’t tolerate your presence, not in a million years, but here he is. side by side with you, wedged into the garish, pulsing chaos of a halloween party that’s far more “over the top” than he would have ever chosen for himself. stiles finds the whole scene obnoxious, crowded with fake vampires and cheap costumes. maybe he hated the idea of vampires and werewolves mixing. maybe your scent was like nails on a chalkboard to him. but here he was, next to you, the one part of the party he was more willing to tolerate than he’d ever admit.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　╰ ﹒ stiles stilinski ␥ the dead don’t rise ノ

it was a simple law of nature—one everyone knew and respected. the dead were supposed to stay dead, unmoving, silent, absent from the world of the living. but apparently, those assumptions didn’t apply to you. not that stiles was complaining, in fact he was utterly captivated by you. teaching you how to function again, it was amusing, how you would just stare and groan trying to mimic him.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　　 　╰ ﹒ jennifer check ␥ pale skin , sharp fangs ノ

you were absolutely her favorite, jennifer had come to realize. once she noticed how similar you two were, sure, there was some differences between the two of you. one being well, she was a succubus and you were a vampire. and once the two of you got hungry? that was where the magic began. her gaze would fixate on the moment your fangs descended, gleaming dangerously as you closed in on your prey. you were intoxicating, an unholy vision with blood smeared against your lips, that crimson stain slipping down your chin like some twisted homage to the life you took. and fuck, did she want it to be her. she fantasized about the rough scrape of your fangs against her skin, the pinpoint sharpness pressing just beneath her pulse.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　　 　╰ ﹒ billy and stu ␥ smile pretty f’me ノ

billy and stu were always up to something, a pair of wolves with an eye for danger—and an even sharper eye for you. it wasn't that you were naive; you were aware, acutely so. you knew what they wanted every time their eyes raked you, and well… you knew how to put on a show. that’s what made it fun. halloween night brought it to a head. the boys, true to their dramatic flair, arrived with a surprise. bringing vhs camera along to record them having fun with you, it was all harmless after all. you just happen to be their star for tonight, and all they wanted was for you to smile pretty for them.

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Never To Plan *Part 2*

Niklaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader Malachai Parker X Male!Friend!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1620

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello I hope your doing well can you do a part two to Never to Plan where Katherine comes to New Orleans and finds Hayley and Elijah and tells them that her and Klaus son has turned off his emotions and they need to help him so they go to Klaus and they work with Freya and Vincent and Kol and Finn to get Dahila out of Y/N life and to get his Emotions back on but they get rid of Dahila but it doesn't work and then Stefan comes to town and tells them that Damon is with Elena but then Kai comes to town and helps fix Y/N and they go to England 🇬🇧 for a while

*Part 1*

Katherine had caught the tail end of your interaction with Damon and Elena, she’d seen the look in your eye and while she had every intention of making them pay for what they had done to you, saving you was first priority. The only way that she could do that was to get the help of your father and his family, they were the only ones strong enough to get rid of Dahlia and free you from her control. Katherine made a quick decision and headed to New Orleans, she found Elijah first, he seemed like the one most likely to give her the time to explain everything.

“Katerina what are you doing in New Orleans, you know if Niklaus finds you here he will not hesitate to kill you.” Elijah reminded her. “Yes I’m aware but I thought you would want to know that (Y/N) is in trouble.” Kathrine answered. “A woman seems to be controlling his every move, after finding out about Damon and Elena he turned off his emotions, he’s in a bad place with a bad person we all know how dangerous that can be.” “Who was he with?” Elijah asked. “No one that I know, an older lady with dark hair, she was a witch.” Katherine listed. “Dahlia.” Elijah muttered “we knew that she had backed off but we should have known that it had something to do with (Y/N)’s disappearance.” Elijah said as he looked at Hayley. “The reason that she’s stopped going after Hope is because he took her place instead.” “We’re just supposed to trust her, what if it’s a trap?” Hayley asked. “Even if it were a trap, Dahlia wouldn’t know to use Katherine unless she had been in contact with (Y/N) in some way, so we have to assume that part if not the whole story is true and there is one person that can confirm part of it for us.” Elijah explained. “Though we will need Klaus for that.”

After explaining everything to Klaus, Elijah convinced him to call Caroline “Caroline, love I need to ask you something.” Klaus said. “What do you want Klaus?” She asked. “Elena and Damon are they together now?” Klaus asked. “What does it matter to you?” Caroline asked. “Answer the question love, lives are on the line.” Klaus prompted her as his free hand curled into a fist. “Yes they’ve been together for a little while.” Caroline answered. “He didn’t even bother to break up with my son. I take it?” Klaus asked. “I don’t know.” Caroline seemed to be thinking about something “but I’m sure that he was here in town a few days ago, so surely he knows by now.” “He does… And he’s probably become one of the most dangerous beings because of that information, thank you love, we’ll take it from here.” Klaus said before hanging up the phone. “She’s telling the truth, lucky for you we were devising a plan to get rid of Dahlia long before you showed up here, getting my son back is now the main priority.”

You honestly hadn’t expected that your family would be able to get rid of Dahlia but with the help of you grandmother they managed, however being back with your family didn’t make you feel any better, you didn’t feel any closer to wanting to turn on your emotions, even with all of them around you. Your mind travelled back to Elena and Damon and how you have given up everything to be with him and he so easily chose someone else. You should have known that it was going to happen but it still hurt.

Klaus had noticed that you weren’t changing, not that you were hurting any of them, you were careful with your little sister and stayed clear of the rest of the family barely interacting with any of them. He was sure that if he put you back in Mystic Falls the blood lust would spark, considering you seemed to travel out of New Orleans almost every night to hunt down someone to claim as a meal, Klaus was running out of ideas to help you and he voiced that to his siblings. “Well there’s one other person that might be able to help but I don���t know how we would find him.” Katherine said. “What?” Klaus asked. “Malachai Parker, he was friends with him before his family sealed him away, in fact that was what (Y/N) had originally gone to Mystic Falls to look into.” Katherine answered. “And?” Klaus asked. “Well as far as I know he’s still imprisoned somewhere but I don’t know where.” Katherine answered. “I guess you could start with the Parker Coven, they were the ones that sealed him, if I remember right there was a doctor in Mystic Falls that might know something her name’s Jo.” “That’s as good a start as any, shall we go brother?” Elijah asked “I’m sure our dear sister can hold the fort for you while we’re gone.” “As long as she does invite in every pretty face the propositions her.” Klaus smirked. “Now now, brother, no need to be cruel.” Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest “I’ll keep the place safe while you are gone.”

When Klaus and Elijah arrived in Mystic Falls it was evening, the town seemed somehow quiet and excited all at the same time, it wasn’t hard for them to follow the smell of blood to the venue of a wedding, when they walked in Klaus was quick to stop Damon from beheading the man in the middle of the carnage, covered in blood. “Damon, how nice to see you.” Klaus smirked as he pushed him away from Kai. “What are you doing?” Damon asked. “We’ll be taking him.” Klaus said. “What do you want with him?” Damon asked. “He’s going to help fix someone that you broke.” Klaus answered as he turned to see Elijah snapping Kai’s neck and lifting him over his shoulder. “Time to go brother.” Elijah announced.

They were driving back when Kai woke “who the hell are you?” Kai asked. “We are the original vampire family.” Klaus answered. “So you know (Y/N)?” Kai asked “he mentioned something about being a part of that family.” “Yes, in fact (Y/N) is the one that needs your help, he’s gotten into some trouble and you are the only person left that has any chance of helping him.” Elijah explained. “(Y/N) fell in love with Damon and as you can see he moved on quickly.” “So quickly that he didn’t even end it.” Klaus muttered. “Well then the sleeping curse was well deserved.” Kai muttered. “So what happened with (Y/N)?” “He turned off his emotions, at the time he had just sacrificed his freedom to save his little sister so he thought that there was nothing else left, since he had failed to find you as well.” Elijah explained. “Ever the selfless creature, he slaughtered half of what was left of my coven after they sealed me, apparently threatening to take something that my sister actually needed to live.” Kai smirked as he leaned back in his seat. “Best friend I’ve ever had, I’ll bring him back the same way that he had for me so many times before.”

When they finally got back it was one of the rare occasions where you were out of your room, wandering around in the quiet halls, your eyes fell on Kai first filtering out everything else. “Mal?” You asked. “You know I still hate that name Fangs.” He muttered. “I still hate that one.” You argued. “From what I hear there is not a lot that you don’t hate these days.” He smirked as he stepped forward. “How did you get out?” You asked. “Stabbed a witch, performed a ceremony.” He answered with a shrug. “I tried to get you out.” You almost seemed like you were panicking now, good you were starting to feel something. “I know you did, my father told me about the massacre after I was sealed and how you tried to find a way to get me out, he spent more time hiding from you than anyone else.” Kai explained and you nodded. “Well it’s okay because we’re both here now and I’d really like my partner in crime back especially since they’re all going to be after me for linking Bonnie and Elena’s lives together.” He answered with a smirk. “What did you do?” You asked. “Elena will sleep for as long as Bonnie’s alive.” Kai answered. “I also promised to find a way to never leave you alone, you remember that?” You nodded “well now I’m just like you, well apart from the wolfy part.” “You're a vampire?” You asked. “Kind of, you know I was a siphoner before?” He asked, you nodded. “That means that I feed off the magic you get from being a vampire, so I can use magic like any other witch and I have the benefits of a vampire.” Before anyone could do anything you hand your arms wrapped around Kai as you pull him into a tight hug. “I can always count on you.” You said softly. “Now more than ever.” He promised. “I missed you.” You whispered softly. “I think I missed you too.” He confessed as the rest of your family breathed a sigh of relief, you were finally back to normal.

The next day you decided that you needed a break from everything that was going on, you and Kai hopped on the first flight to England, where you had been staying before with a promise to come and see your family again soon.

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Our Little Secret

kai parker x reader

summary: you should've known wearing a short little skirt would rile him up. but then again... maybe you did it on purpose. (80s!kai) (step-brother!kai)

tags: teasing, possessiveness, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, blowjobs, vaginal sex

word count: 4.2k

“You look cute,” a male voice comes up behind you, “where are you going?”

You turn abruptly to see Kai, watching you from the other side of the kitchen. His gaze travels up and down your body, but he’s clearly staring at your ass. It almost makes you drop the soapy dish you’re holding. 

“Um, thank you.”

“Where are you going?” He repeats, eyes darkening.

“Nowhere.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m serious! I’m not going anywhere, I just felt like looking cute. Trust me, Kai. Do you ever see me leave this house?”

His jaw relaxes, knowing you’re telling the truth. “So you just felt like romping around in a short little skirt? Dad won’t be happy if he sees you in it.”

“Well Dad’s not here right now,” you point out. This is also true. Joshua was out for the weekend on coven duties. He won’t be back until late Monday. 

“Mom won’t like it, either.”

“She’s never minded me wearing what I want. As long as it’s appropriate to wear around the kids.”

“She scolded Jo just last week for wearing jeans that were too tight.”

“Well this is a skirt.”

“I can see the bottom of your ass, Y/N.”

“Why are you looking at my ass, Kai?”

“Because you have it on display for me to see.”

“I do not! I’m just doing dishes and minding my own business!”

“You would get so busted for that skirt if Mom saw. Joey would be staring, too. You know he has a crush on you.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Then stop talking about my skirt and just… go away.”

“I came to get a snack.”

“Then get it and go.”

Kai crosses the kitchen towards the fridge, and you finally think he’s dropped it. With his back turned, you bend down to put the plate in the dishwasher, then continue soaping up another. Little do you know that Kai’s watching you through the metal reflection of the fridge door. He licks his lips when your ass is on full display. 

“Y’know this is my house,” he suddenly challenges. 

You whip around to face him, annoyed. “So?!”

“You can’t boss me around in my own house.”

“Do you pay the bills? Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“I was here first. And I’m older than you.”

“Do you want an award?”

He eyes your figure again. “Are you offering?”

“Ugh! Stop it!” 

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like the attention. Why else would you wear that pretty little piece in an empty house?”

“I didn’t feel like putting on pants.”

He chuckles. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

You groan and turn back around, desperate to avoid his gaze any longer. 

Kai’s not completely wrong, but you’re not exactly lying, either. Yes, it’s true that you didn’t want to put on pants. Yes… it’s also true that you wanted to gain attention from your step-brother. There, you finally said it. You do like his attention. It’s his fault, though. He’s always flirting with you, regardless if the rest of the family is home or not. 

His eyes are always on you, at your back or front, whichever he can get. Countless times you’ve turned suddenly and caught him staring. A handful of those times, his own mother has tried to get his attention but struggled to pull it away from your breasts. His mother, of course, is none the wiser and assumes he’s daydreaming, but you know he’s not. He’ll smirk at you after, if he’s caught, and won’t let her believe anything scandalous was happening instead. 

Kai’s also gotten physical with you more times than you can remember. He’ll slide past you in a crowded kitchen, hands in the air as he’s banned from touching anyone, but his groin will brush your ass as he slinks across the room. Twice, you’ve felt the outline of his cock in his jeans when he did it. Both times, your face got so hot you needed to step away from the situation. 

He also has a habit of bumping into you. If you’re doing dishes or putting something away, he’ll suddenly appear, suddenly needing to do the same thing. Your shoulders or hips meet from his unexpected presence, and then he apologizes with a voice that does things to you. Either his morning voice, slightly rough, or his soft, midday voice, or the one heard at night, when he’s all talked out and dehydrated. Sometimes he’s close enough you can smell coffee on his breath, or mint, or even gin. Sometimes he lets his hand wander to the small of your back, or further down by your waist. When his family enters the room, he rips himself away from you. The bubbling warmth between you quickly goes cold and leaves you hungry. 

“Y/N… Y/N… hello?!” 

You blink twice, realizing Kai’s right next to you. A tupperware is in one hand, while the other waves in front of your face. “What?!”

“Jeez! Just asking if you wanted some of this.”

“What is it?”

“Leftover cake from Sarah’s birthday party. It’s chocolate,” he says the last part in a sing-songy voice.

“I know, I was there.”

“Do you want any?”

“No.”

“Awh, come on, Y/N… you know you do.”

“Fine. I’ll have a bite if you’re heating it up.”

His face breaks out into a grin and he mutters a celebratory, “yes!” to himself, then spins around to the microwave. 

“Put it all on a plate and gimme the dish. What’s one more dish to wash?”

“Okay. And thanks for doing that.”

“Mhm.” 

He leaves you alone while it warms. You turn slightly, wondering why he’s quiet, but see him on the other counter pouring two glasses of milk. You’re quick to face the sink again, not wanting him to see you looking at him. 

“So why cake?” You question as the two-minute timer beeps. “Don’t you usually eat pretty healthy?”

Kai shrugs. “Usually. But one dessert was denied, so I was craving something to fill its place.”

“What the fuck was- oh.”

“I mean, I’ll have two if you change your mind.”

You look down, avoiding his stupid smirk. 

“Kidding. Have a bite.”

Two minutes is the max time you get to eat in silence. After that, Kai swallows a big bite then looks back at you.

“In all seriousness, you do look really pretty.”

“Thank you,” you say, unsure how to take the compliment.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?”

“I’m just asking in case I have to kick someone’s ass! For like, brotherly reasons.”

You roll your eyes. “No, I do not have a boyfriend.”

“Good.” He’s then quick to follow with, “I mean, like, cause Dad would kick his ass, too. That, or turn him straight to dust. Poof! Did you know that Josette’s boyfriend had to go through three weeks of questioning just to take her on one date?”

“Yes, Kai, I was there. I’ve been living here for three years.”

“Right.”

“Did you see the time my brother got his ass beat for bugging me when I tried to eat?” You counter, challenging him.

“Joey?”

“No, dumbass, you.”

“Oh. Wait-” he puts his fork down as he realizes. “Sorry.”

You meant it as a joke, but his frown tells you he didn’t catch that. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go back upstairs. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Wait, Kai!” He doesn’t stop. “Kai!” You try again, reaching out to grab his arm. 

He freezes, not used to such direct contact. 

“I was joking, Kai,” you look in his eyes to say. “I promise. I really do like your company.”

“No you don’t, I bother you as much as I bother Jo.”

Your grip tightens. “No, you don’t. Kai, I’m serious. And I’m sorry. It went too far.”

Finally, he turns to you. “Honest?”

“Honest.”

“Pinky swear?”

You snort, then realize he’s serious. “Pinky swear.”

He grins at this, then slowly returns to the side opposite you, where he had been only seconds ago.

“As a matter of fact,” you continue, “you don’t bug me at all.”

He chuckles and looks at the floor. “I’m sure I bug you a little.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“What about earlier? That wasn’t annoying?”

Now or never to confess. You pick the former. 

“Oh, no. I certainly do enjoy your attention. Even when it's on my ass.”

“Oh, do you now?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you bring your chocolatey fork up to your lips, licking the whole length, and sticking your tongue out to him. You keep eye contact with him, watching his cheeks flush bright red. 

“Y/N…”

“What? We’re all alone… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t partially wear this little skirt for you.”

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“Awh, what happened to the bold Kai I know that will rub his morning wood against my back in the middle of a crowded kitchen? Is he shy?” You tease.

“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…”

“Oh, I think I do. Come on… I bet an afternoon hard is just as satisfying. Oh, but maybe we should wait a couple hours, for when I can literally taste the gin off your breath. Aw, nah, because then the window of opportunity will close. Jo will be home, and all those kids, and you’ll have to see your little brother blush at me without the pride of having owned me earlier in the day.”

“Y/N,” his voice is raspy. His hand ghosts over his pants, and when you follow the movement with your eyes, you see he’s rock hard. 

“Come on, Kai… You want to be a good stepbrother and beat up my nonexistent boyfriend? Well be a better one and fuck me right now.”

He only hesitates for a second more before rushing forward, pressing your back up against the sink, and kissing you roughly. He grips the countertop with one hand, your waist with the other. The plate of chocolate crumbs clatters into the sink, piercing your ears, but neither of you care. Your hands find his cheeks to get a grip. You hold them gently, but they’re burning in your hands. He’s a good kisser, despite having no experience. Before you know it, you’re both out of breath. 

“Kai,” you try to say his name, but it comes out in more of a moan. The two of you are separated, panting, and staring at the other. 

“You okay?”

“Perfect.”

He smiles, then starts to trail kisses down your neck. Your hands find his hair and pull at the roots. 

“Jump up,” he mutters. You do, and he catches your hips. He carries you to the other side of the counter, then sits you up on it. With gentle movements, he leans your back against the cabinet door. Had he sat you up by the sink, you would’ve had no support for your back. You give him a sloppy kiss as a thank you. 

Kai smiles at you, but then instead of going back to your neck, he crouches just a little on his knees. As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you let out an involuntary whine. Your hands bunch up your skirt and he smirks.

“Smart girl.” He wastes no time pulling down your thong, then stuffing it in his back pocket. The cold air only hits your core for a second before his fingers find your clit, rubbing gently. 

“Ohh, Kai,” you whine.

“That’s it, princess. Keep whining for me.”

You let out another, this time, between sealed lips. 

Kai puts a finger in you without warning. “Louder, baby.”

“Kai, I can’t.”

“Oh, yes you can. No one else is here.” He puts in another. 

You can feel the soft pads of his fingers on your walls. “More,” you whimper. 

“Good girl,” he praises.

You squeeze your eyes shut as wetness gushes from your body. You’ve always had a praise kink, and he’s about to find out. 

“You like that?”

You nod quickly.

“Well keep it up. Keep making those sweet little sounds for me.”

You nod again, eyes still closed. With your eyes shut, though, you have no warning when his nose is suddenly grazing your clit. As soon as it touches, though, you let out a loud moan, almost pornographic. 

“Good girl,” he says again, hot breath up against your core. Then, it’s his tongue making contact with your clit. He teases the nub with the tip, then slides it between your folds.

Your hands dig in his hair and moans fly out of your mouth. “Kai!”

He doesn’t answer this time. All his focus is on you. Two fingers still explore inside, while his tongue laps up your wetness. Obscene slurping sounds fill the room, mixed with your own cries. Kai can’t even catch all of it with his tongue - some drips to the title floor with a loud splat, and you can feel the curvature of his lips against your skin. 

The boy is an expert, despite probably being a virgin. He knows just how to flick his tongue; just how to curl his fingers. 

“Kai, I’m coming,” you cry out, gripping the countertops. Your hands are sweaty and you almost slip. In an instant, his hands catch you, even the one that had been inside your heat. “No, don’t stop what you’re doing,” you mutter, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Sorry, princess,” he replies, putting them back. He then finds the pace he had before, and works to bring you back to the edge. 

Moments later, your orgasm is the most powerful you’ve ever had. No other man, nor your own fingers have ever done justice to what he could do with his tongue. He sucks and finger-fucks you throughout your orgasm, paying no mind to the way you squeeze your legs around his head, nor the way you begin to ride his face as you come. Kai doesn’t let up until your legs are shaking, and your heavy moans become little whimpers. Only then, does he stand back up and smile at you. 

“You okay?”

“Fuck, Kai.”

“Too much?”

“No. Never.”

“Too much for round two?”

“What?” You mutter, out of breath.

“We can stop if you’re tired.”

You fight to catch your breath, and in that time, happen to glance down. Your eyes go wide as you notice he’s pulled out his cock. Stiff as a board, red, and oozing with pre-cum, it rests in his hand. 

“No, no stopping. Just… give me a minute.”

“We don’t have to, princess.”

“No, I want it. I want you.”

You then make an attempt to jump down from the countertop, but your arms are still shaky. He catches you in an instant, an eyebrow raised.

“Where are you going, little peach?”

A tired whimper escapes the back of your throat as you open your mouth to speak. Despite the grip he still has on both your arms, you manage to sink down to your knees. Halfway down, Kai realizes what’s happening and lets go. 

“Aw, does my little bunny want to suck her stepbrother’s cock?” Kai takes himself in his hands and levels with your face. “You’re a good girl, you know that?”

You blush, and fight the urge to turn your face away. 

“Eyes on me,” he says, seemingly knowing your thoughts. 

You obey him, eyes bouncing between his face and his length. Your heart speeds up at the prospect of taking it. Of feeling it heavy in your mouth; feeling it hit the back of your throat. 

“Can I?”

“Go ahead, princess.”

Your hands join his. Your eyes roll back in your head at how good it feels. When you look up to him, he nods, and you dart your tongue out to taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. It’s thick, and salty, and if that’s just your first taste, you know you need to start working for more. You lick the head, swirling your tongue in circles. Your lips suck the first few inches. 

“No more teasing.” He tries to be stern, but it comes out in a moan. 

You then put a hand on his thigh for a better grip. The jeans underneath your skin are uncomfortable. 

“Off,” you mutter, hands flying to his belt. 

“Hm? Oh.”

But you’re faster than Kai. Before he can give you any help, you’re unbuckling the metal and peeling his pants down his legs. You’re sure to be careful at his cock, though, pulling it back through the zipper hole, then letting it free.

Kai steps out from the pool of his pants. “Better for you now?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, lips pressed on his length. The action sends vibrations all over and he can’t help but moan again.

Your hand on his thigh squeezes his skin enough that it’ll bruise under your fingernails. Kai only has a second to concentrate on this, though, because in the next second, you’re licking a stripe from his balls to his head. Your tongue is dense against a prominent vein, earning another sound from him. Kai’s hands dig into your hair. He fights the urge to buck his hips into your mouth. 

“Y/N,” he warns. If you don’t stop teasing now, he’ll do just that.

Luckily, you catch onto his need. Your lips curl around his head, tongue flat, and you begin to move up and down on his length. You start slow, but as he gets wetter, your lips glide better. The hand holding him no longer has a use, the first time you take him all the way. It slips further back to tug on his balls, while his tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly. 

Kai keeps his hands on you, buried in your hair, scratching your scalp. Profanities tumble from his lips; words that if his dad were to hear, he’d be beat for days. You smirk against his cock, knowing he can feel your lips curving. 

“You’re a naughty little thing, peach. You like that?”

You respond by not losing pace, not slowing down for a second. 

“Mhm,” he confirms, “what a good little slut you are. Taking her brother’s cock so well. Tell me, princess, is this something you think about at night? How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of this happening?”

Again, you don’t answer. 

“One? Two? Three? More?”

Your hand on his balls travels up to squeeze his ass. The skin is soft between your fingers, and you quickly put your other hand on his other cheek.

“I’ll take that as more than three times,” he chuckles. 

You pinch his cheek unexpectedly, making him jolt. His reaction makes you giggle. When you look up to see his reaction, there’s a smile on his face, too. 

“You look beautiful on your knees for me,” he praises. But then his hands find your face and he slowly eases you off his cock. “So, so beautiful. But I’m getting close and I need to be inside you.”

You nod, wanting the same. 

Kai then grabs you from under your armpits, helping you to your feet. When you’re stable, he hoists you back onto the countertop. Not a moment later, he’s kissing your lips, sore, and red from sucking. Then, at the same time that he hitches your skirt back up your thighs, he presses kisses all around your face. You giggle, his lips tingling your skin, and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Are you ready?” You shake your head ‘yes’. “Need a minute?” You shake it ‘no’. “Okay. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Okay.”

Kai holds your back steady. His cock is in his other, glistening with your spit; teased, and in need of release. He pushes into you slowly, letting you adjust. He keeps an eye on your face, watching for signs; hoping for pleasure, prepared for pain. Your eyes flutter as he passes your folds. Your mouth hangs open, spit dribbles from your bottom lip. The pair of you moan at once, both relishing in the feeling of his cock inside you. He smiles at the simultaneous sound of pleasure.

“Are you doing okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please, princess.”

“Yes, Kai,” you manage. 

“There you go. Good girl.”

“Go faster.”

“Already? Alright. Gotta give my good little slut what she wants.” 

You duck your head in embarrassment. The way he switches between praise and degradation does something to you that you can’t explain. Your core is so sopping wet that he slides in and out painlessly. He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back into you hurriedly. 

“Ah, ah, eyes on me. I want to look into your pretty little eyes while I ruin you.”

You whine at his words and tighten your arms around his neck.

“Perfect. Keep making those sounds, Y/N. You know the drill by now.”

Kai finds a pace that suits you both. Sweat drips from his forehead and his mouth hangs open, out of breath, but he isn’t slowing down. You’re grateful that he’s holding your back, otherwise you would’ve fallen by now. 

“Kai!” You cry, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him even closer. He groans, and you decide to feed into that dirty talk he seems to like. “You fuck me so well. You’re a perfect fit for my tight cunt - oh!”

As expected, he loves it. “You bet I am, princess. Have you ever had anyone else fuck you this well?” 

“No! You know just what I need.”

“Not even that boy you went to prom with last year? I heard you telling Jo about your little after-party with him.”

“I just imagined he was you, Kai,” you admit. “And any hookup since, I just pretend it’s you fucking me into oblivion.”

Fire burns in his eyes. A possessiveness that tells you all you need to know - he owns you now. You’re his girl. There will be no more pretending, because he’ll be the only one fucking you. 

Kai continues to pound into you, but he’s getting sloppier by the second. He’s close, and you are, too. 

“I’m gonna come, Kai,” you pant, running a hand through his hair. It’s wet with his own sweat, and when you push it up, some of the strands stay. 

“Do it. Come for me. I’m close behind you.”

Permission granted, you orgasm a second time. Your body shakes and moans tumble from your lips. His name is mixed in with them; you chant it over and over like a prayer. 

“I don’t want to come in you, baby,” he manages to say. “Where should I-?”

You lift your shirt up over your head before he can finish his sentence. Kai’s eyes immediately go to your breasts, confined within your bra, but pushed up from the underwire. In the same moment he pulls out, you unclasp the hook on your back. Your tits bounce out from their cage just to be pelted with cum a moment later. You moan again, pleasured by the warmth of his seed on your body. 

Kai’s hands fall to the countertop as he tries to keep himself upright. The sounds falling from his lips are obscene, and beautiful, and you love every one of them. His eyes roll before looking into yours. Both of you take a minute to recover. 

“Your tits,” he finally says, still catching his breath, “are beautiful. Should’ve taken that bra off a long time ago.”

“There’s always a next time,” you suggest, hoping to see that glint in his eye. 

The words take a moment to register in his brain. When he looks back up at you, though, you see it. The possessiveness; the mischievousness. You’ll never belong to another man again. 

“Definitely a next time,” he repeats. 

Satisfied with the answer, you feel a small tension in your jaw relax. You look down at your breasts, sticky with drying cum, and swipe a bit of the load on your finger. Kai watches you suck it off, then go back for more. Once your chest is clear, you smack your lips. 

“You’re crazy, Y/N,” he leans forward and nips one of your tits. You giggle, then cover your front with your hands. Kai quickly grabs your hands, then sucks on the other tit. “That’s why I like you. Part of it, at least.” He drops your hands and looks you in the eye, completely serious. 

“I like you, too, Kai.”

He helps you off the counter in his next stride. You’re smoothing out your skirt, and he pulls up his pants, when he suddenly asks, “was what you said true?”

“When?”

“About the prom. And the hookups. Do you really imagine me?”

“It’s the only way I can get off.”

His face breaks out in a stupidly happy grin. “Does Jo know?”

You snort. “I wish. But of course not. It’s my little secret.”

“Well now this is our little secret,” he points a finger between the two of you. 

“That it is. And I just happen to be amazing at keeping secrets.” You throw him a wink, and then the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon talking, with the occasional break for a make-out session. 

[deathofacupid]

right next door // part one | peter parker

ahhhh new series!!

masterlist!

summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

warnings: mean peter :(

pairing: peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader

word count: 1.9k+ words

you scowled under your breath, absolutely frustrated.

“if you want us to take the boxes up to the fifth level, you’re going to have to pay us extra,” the man spoke, arms crossed. the movers you had hired looked to be twins, around the age of 30, perhaps? they had heavy accents and took you to be a gullible female if they believed that you’d pay an additional 25 dollars for that.

“look, i included the information about my flat being on the fifth floor, and despite having that knowledge, you took this job. i am not paying you extra, so how about you do this right, okay?” you scoffed in disbelief; you didn’t know that moving into a new apartment would be so difficult. all you wanted was for these insufferable men to take your stuff to your flat so you could finally relax.

finally breathe, because you hadn’t gotten any “you” time since you made the decision to move into a whole new state, which you were starting to regret now.

no, no, independence is always worth it.

probably.

either way, it was nice to get away from your overbearing parents that were currently all the way over in florida.

“lady, we don’t got all day, so either pay up, or-”

“i’ll take it from here,” a male voice interjected. you looked over to see a brunette, with honey-brown colored eyes and a perfectly sculpted face.

perfectly sculpted.

perfectly.

you’d seen him a couple times when checking out the building. he lived in e11, which was part of the reason you’d moved into e12, right next door. there wasn’t anything wrong with wanting a god for a neighbor, right?

that was a rhetorical question, of course there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

after poking around (begging your landlord for his name and room number), you found out that he was peter parker from e11.

you watched him walk over and raise an eyebrow at the men, who stood unmoving. “i said we got it from here.”

“you her boyfriend or something?”

“and what would it be to you?” peter adjusted his position to where his arms were crossed, shirt tight and muscles flexed.

okay, so it wasn't just his face that was perfectly sculpted.

the men exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, sighing. you stuck your tongue out at them, despite the fact they were already walking out the door, backs facing you.

you called out, “and that’s one star for you guys on yelp!”

brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back at peter, who was already picking up a box. “oh, hey, you don’t have to do that. i’m sure i’ll manage.”

“it’s okay. i don’t mean to underestimate your strength, but these boxes aren’t very light.”

“yes, but-… are you sure? i don’t want to burden you with this.”

he glanced at you, balancing a box on top of the one he was holding, “it’s no burden. unless you don’t want my help, which is a different story altogether.”

“uh, no, nothing like that,” you hesitated. he seemed very stoic, in no mood for small talk, or to converse in general. “but thanks for what you did. i didn’t need the help, i could have handled it on my own, but… um, thanks.”

“did you a favor,” he shrugged, “you weren’t really getting anywhere with that.”

you frowned at his bluntness, but bit back a retort. he was willing to help you, this complete stranger. and for that, you were grateful.

picking up one of the lighter boxes, you followed after him on the stairs. “so… um… i’m y/n. l/n,” you added after a second.

“peter parker,” was all he said, and you nodded as if you hadn’t previously known that.

“nice to meet you, peter.”

“what room do you live in?”

“e12.” you stopped yourself from adding right next to you.

“’kay.”

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“w-where do you live?”

“e11.”

“oh,” you smiled, as if you didn’t know that as well. “that’s so cool! we’re neighbors!”

“yay.”

it seemed like that was sarcastic, so you decided that it was best to maybe shut up. so that’s what you did.

after a while, you were able to get all your boxes (with peter doing most of the work). you stood in your flat with your hands on your hips as peter put the last box down. “seriously,” you breathed, “thank you so much. i have no idea what i’d do if you weren’t there.”

“negotiate with russian twins and get nowhere.”

you laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not that was a joke. “um, you can stay a little longer, if you’d like. or not. that’s fine, too.” you were hoping he’d stay, even though you literally had nothing for him to sit on. there was no furniture… but maybe he’d want to stay anyways?

“i’m good.”

“o-okay, peter. see you around?”

without another word, he slipped out of your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

you thought that moving in next to peter would make you a little less lonely, and maybe you’d make a new friend.

but perhaps your mother was right. what if you weren’t ready for all this?

new job, new home, new state… new everything.

you were all alone in the big city.

but- but it would be okay, you decided, shaking your head. “it’s fine. i can do this. i’m going to do this. today was a minor setback, which my mom doesn’t need to know about… and i need to make new friends before talking to myself becomes a habit.”

you stood in the middle of your flat, grinning. nothing was going to stop you from achieving your dream.

-

your new job at the daily bugle wasn't going to start for another week, so you had time to unpack and adjust. music blared from the speakers, helping you get into your new groove. you sang and danced around to it, laughing like a fool (you were sleep deprived).

you took the plastic wrapping off the couches and adjusted them to where you liked, with much struggle, of course. next came chairs and tables, and you were glad to get those out of the way. once you’d completed moving and unpacking some of the bigger things, you had gotten bored.

but, nevertheless, you still wanted to be productive. finally, you settled on decorating the living room. taking out pillows, throw blankets, and pictures, you put them all in their designated places.

in complete exhaustion, you tossed yourself onto your couch. “aw, crap, where i am gonna sleep tonight?” you groaned.

in hindsight, maybe you should’ve done the bedroom first. man, you were kind of a mess without your mother.

laying there, gazing up the bare ceiling, your thoughts drifted to peter. he was mean, but in a reserved way. like it wasn’t really to be mean, but more about how his personality was. “oh, well, i’ll just make him warm up to me.”

after all, you did need friends. so why not start with peter?

with a new task at hand, you jumped up, speeding towards the kitchen. you planned on making him cookies, after all, who didn’t like those? you preheated the oven… before realizing you had to unpack all your kitchen related items.

and you had to go shopping for ingredients.

you had some money to last you until a new paycheck, so you might as well spend it somehow. besides, this could be a way to get peter to like you.

not like that.

well, not yet.

first, you had to get him to be friends with you. no, scratch that. you had to go shopping first.

-

“you need butter to make cookies, right?” you asked yourself, glancing over to your cart that currently held milk, eggs, and flour in it. “oh! and sugar! …vanilla extract? why on earth haven’t i googled this yet?” shaking your head in dismay, you pulled out your phone, searching up what you needed.

“okay… so…chocolate chips. gah, how did i forget that? cornstarch, and salt,” you looked at the aisle you were in, pausing momentarily. after a second, you threw a pack of measuring spoons in. “obviously, you need chocolate chips for chocolate chip cookies!”

sighing, you glanced up, only to be met with the eyes of a bewildered woman. “um… sorry,” you mumbled sheepishly, forgetting you were in public.

seriously, you needed new friends. pronto.

you wheeled your cart to the checkout aisle and waited in line. looking up, you saw a masked figure on the television. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and tilted your head, squinting to read the caption; “spider-man stops yet another robbery”.

“huh,” you murmured quietly. “spider-man.”

“mommm, isn’t he so cool?” turning your head, you saw a little boy pointing at the screen.

“what? yeah, he is,” she said, filing through her wallet.

you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, going into safari. the knit between your eyebrows hadn’t left as you tapped on the first news link, jjjnews.com.

spider-man, the masked menace.

you looked up and frowned. menace? you thought he was a hero, given the whole robbery thing. come to think of it, the name sounded familiar. “spider-man…” you hummed, testing it out once more.

whether he is in affiliation with the avengers, we do not know. the infamous spider-man, often referred to as the masked menace by his critics and opponents, raises an intriguing question: why does he feel the need to conceal his identity? what secrets is he keeping from us that drive him to hide behind a mask? could it be fear of exposure or perhaps a deeper motivational factor? but what drives him to conceal his true self from the world? what secrets lie beneath that mask, and what is he purposefully keeping hidden from those around him?

these questions continue to haunt not only the citizens of new york city, but also his closest allies. while spider-man is praised as a courageous crime-fighter, some question if there is more to his story than meets the eye. as a beloved hero or feared vigilante, the truth behind spider-man's persona remains a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

with the emergence of new heroes comes a surge in villains as well, and perhaps spider-man's presence only adds fuel to the fire. it is time for the authorities to take action against this dangerous masked figure before any more harm is done.

you pressed your lips together, and exited the app. that was enough of that, because as far as you knew, this guy sounded like a hater. this man, expecting no incentive at all, risked his life every day to keep others safe.

what more did people want, honestly?

seeing as it was your turn, you picked things up from the cart and set them down onto the checkout. pulling out your wallet, you inserted the chip in the credit card.

“that’ll be $37.50.”

“um, okay,” why was that more than you thought it’d be?

 yay, cookies, right?

somehow, you managed to make it home without crashing into someone, or someone crashing into you. you didn’t have a car yet, nor did you trust yourself with on here in nyc, so you took a taxi.

being completely honest, you were kind of excited about this. being more completely honest, you didn’t know how to bake. (or cook.)

but maybe it’d be okay. i mean, how hard was following instructions on a screen?

[its-ares]

Little sneak peek ✨

Months have passed since Kai was imprisoned in the Prision World again. With a broken heart, you think back to the moment when Bonnie locked up your boyfriend - she snatched him from your arms. You can still remember Kai's last words, the last kiss, his smell and how his hands were on your cheek and tenderly wiped away your tears.

"I'll be back, pretty baby. And when we're together again, nothing can separate us. I love you," Kai whispered and kissed you one last time for a very long time.

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

His (PT 2)

Pairing: Kai Parker x Male Reader Genre: Smut (+18) Requested by: @amore-xoxo A/N: Again, this is the first time I've written a Top!Male Reader, really sorry if it's dodgy. Warning: Small mention of blood.

A soft gasp sounds through the room as Y/n slowly coughs for air. His hands fly to his throat, it feels scratchy and dry… begging for some kind of cure. Y/n’s eyes squint at the harsh sunlight that fills the room, his ears, unfocused, hearing all sorts of sounds from outside the room, yet one sound stood out: the sequential lub-dub of a heartbeat. Y/n’s attention turns to the boy who sits quietly on his bed with a small cut on his neck. Y/n feels a sharp pain shoot through his mouth as his canines sharpen and lower from his upper dentures. 

“You know what you have to do…” Kai’s voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the bed. In seconds, Kai’s back is pressed against the wall, Y/n’s arm squeezing his neck against the wall. “What did you do to me?!” Y/n angrily questions. Kai only smirks back at the confused and angry boy. “You’re a smart boy. You know exactly what’s happening to you…” The heretic teases as he watches the realisation dawn on Y/n. 

“Dean, be a good boy and offer Y/n here something to drink.” Kai commands the boy, causing the boy sitting on the bed to stand and move over to Kai and Y/n, offering his neck to the transitioning vampire. “All yours.” Dean mutters flirtatiously towards Y/n, glancing between Kai and Dean. Y/n’s pupils turn a bloody red as veins grow intensively under Y/n’s eyes as his gaze shifts towards Dean’s open wound. 

“Take a bite.” Kai soothes, gripping Y/n’s neck and pushing him closer to Dean’s wound. Y/n’s mouth opens, his fangs sharp and protruding, before he latches onto Dean’s wound, digging into his neck. Dean moans softly at the feeling of life draining from his body as Y/n viciously feeds off him. The euphoric feelings rush through Y/n’s body before Dean’s body soon falls limp and dead on the ground. 

“God, you look so sexy.” Kai admires as Y/n pulls away surprised and shocked by his actions. “I-I killed him…” Y/n splutters with a bloody mouth terrified by his actions. “And now you’re a vampire. Look forget about him and look at me.” Kai mutters flippantly, grabbing Y/n’s neck again and forcing the newly transitioned vampire to look at him again. “Tell me the truth, do you want me?” 

Y/n’s lips don’t take long before they are pressed against Kai’s lips, kissing them lustfully and passionately. Y/n felt all his inhibitions slip away, the only thing that mattered was what Kai wanted, and Kai wanted him. So, Y/n was his to have. Kai kissed the vampire back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the boy closer to him. “I knew you wanted me.” Kai says between moans before being vamp-sped onto the bed. “You wanted me first.”

Shirtless and moaning, Y/n sits on Kai’s lap while the heretic kisses down Y/n’s body. “But you want me more.” Kai teases before his lips close over Y/n’s nipple eliciting a moan from the new vampire. “You’re an ass.” Y/n breathes out before moaning again as he feels Kai’s hands swiftly undo his belt. “But you like that about me… and I bet you want mine too.”  In a moment of swiftness, Kai and Y/n, were both naked, their bodies pressing against each other as they kissed.

Y/n gasped softly when he felt Kai’s hand grip his cock and his own, stroking them together. Kai, using his strength, pushes Y/n on his back before his head moves down to Y/n’s cock. He softly grabs Y/n’s cock and gently licks the tip of his cock before swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. “Stop teasing….” Y/n moans firmly, lurching his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into Kai’s mouth. 

Y/n’s fingers grip the heretic’s dark brown hair controlling the way Kai’s head bops up and down on his cock, while Kai’s tongue softly massages Y/n’s leaking cock. Kai felt his head being pushed further down Y/n’s cock, which the heretic relaxes his throat taking the cock deeper, and gagging on it causing Y/n to moan, his back arching ever so slightly. 

Kai’s cock now hung over Y/n’s mouth while his mouth hovered over Y/n’s wet cock. In seconds, Kai’s cock sunk into Y/n’s mouth sliding up and down while the new vampire worked his tongue on the cock all while Kai’s mouth softly kisses Y/n’s cock. Y/n’s mouth moved off Kai’s cock, licking and kissing Kai’s balls before moving to his taint. Kai felt his lover’s tongue tease its way to his hole. 

Y/n passionately worked at the heretic’s hole, swirling his tongue around the hole spelling all sorts of things. “Mmh…” Kai huffed as he felt Y/n’s tongue push in and out of his hole. It wasn’t long before Y/n’s fingers made their way to Kai's entrance and started to push themselves in. One by one, a finger pushed into the heretic’s hole, stretching him out. “More, Y/n.” Kai whined, his pleasure intensifying at the feeling of Y/n’s fingers thrusting into him.

Y/n’s hard and lubed cock lightly presses against Kai’s entrance. “You need help there, cutie?” Kai teases, on all fours, slightly annoyed by the teasing. “Oh, fuck!” Kai sharply moans, when Y/n’s cock pushed itself into his hole. “Don’t be a brat.” Y/n snarked as he started to thrust his hips back and forth. The sound of skin slapping fills the room coupled with Y/n and Kai’s moans.

Kai lies on his back with his one leg by Y/n’s side and his other leg draped over Y/n’s shoulder while Y/n’s hard cock pushes deep inside of his hole. Y/n moans deeply when he feels Kai’s hole clench around his cock. His thrusts speed up, chasing the pleasure that only Kai’s hole can provide. The vampire and heretic simultaneously moan when Y/n’s cock fully disappears into Kai’s hole, pushing against Kai’s spot causing the heretic to recoil in intense pleasure. 

“Cum for me, Kai.” Y/n smoothly demands, stroking Kai’s cock while the heretic rides Y/n’s cock. “Mmm…” Kai moans loudly as cum shoots onto his chest while some of his seed spill onto Y/n’s hand. Kai’s hole clenches tightly around Y/n’s cock as a result of his orgasm, causing the Y/n to thrust himself upward into Kai. Y/n’s teeth sink into his lips as his cock throbs inside Kai’s ass, before his warm cum spills out of his cock straight into Kai’s ass. 

“Oh my god!” Caroline’s voice shrieks, shutting the dorm room door immediately. “I just saw a naked Y/n and a naked Kai… together.” Caroline gags as she pushes Bonnie and Elena away from the dorm room. “I think we scared your friends.” Kai whispers, as Y/n kisses down his neck. “They’ll get over it.” Y/n murmurs as he hungrily continues to kiss down Kai’s neck. 

[kissingchamber]

kiss it better !

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: your best friend likes to crawl in through your window at odd hours to have you patch him up

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): Peter Parker x male reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): blood, injury, ambiguous / open ending (should i do a part 2?)

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! This was written with usm!peter in mind but it can be any peter you imagine! Also my first ever writing on tumblr eek ><

It's way too late. I probably shouldn't bother him, it's almost midnight. He's probably asleep! I shouldn't wake him up. I can patch myself up just fine, I don't need to inconvenience him. Are all thoughts that wander around Peter's head during nights like these, when he's just finished a less than pleasant patrol and has a more than desirable amount of injuries. But every time, without fail, he still comes to you.

And that's exactly where he is right now; quietly opening your bedroom window— the window you purposely leave unlocked for him— and slipping in.

You notice Peter, getting up from where you had been sitting on your bed, and reach for the first-aid kit you've began to keep under your bed.

"Hey web head, what have you got for me tonight?" It's routine at this point; he'll come in through your window, you grab the first-aid, and ask him about his injuries.

Peter flops onto your bed and groans. "It feels like my arm is being ripped off at the shoulder."

You get him to sit up before sliding the top half of his battered suit off, revealing his bloodied arm, and the giant bruise on his shoulder that's already blooming a bright purple color.

"Ouch... Where'd you manage to get this one?" You ask, mostly to try and distract him from the pain, but also because you're curious.

Peter tells you about his patrol and the bruise as you get to work, cleaning the blood and sanitizing his wounds. Thankfully, you don't need to stitch him up tonight, just some gauze and painkillers should do it.

You're just finishing up when Peter absentmindedly starts speaking. "Man, I just wish you wouldn't have to do all this to help me. That there was an easier way to do all this."

You let out a snort. He's so silly sometimes. You can't help but think. "What? Like, kiss it better or something?" You tease, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, exactly! Like why do you have to go through all this trouble when you could just fairytale-kiss me and heal me right away!" He sounds so enthusiastic you just have to chuckle a little.

You sit down next to him, slowly leaning down, and planting a sweet kiss on his shoulder. "Like that?" You smirk and he blushes. Seriously, he's full on blushing! And you can't help but do so too.

"Y- yeah..." Peter coughs, hiding his face in his hands for a moment. "Uhm. I gotta go... Can't let aunt May notice I'm gone, y'know?" He's already getting up and going to the window.

"Right, right! Aunt May, can't believe I forgot her." You nod, and he's already halfway out the window. "Kay, byeee! " You reply with a mumbled goodbye and he swings away into the night.

You touch your lips. The very same lips that were against his shoulder just moments ago! God, did I really just do that? You wonder as you flop onto your back on the bed, much like he did when he first came in.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated!!

[supercap2319]

"Listen, Kai. I'm anything but perfect. I've... made some huge mistakes in my life. But being with you wasn't one of them, and, yes, you lied to me and pretended to be someone you weren't, and, yes, I did love Mon-El once. When he left, I hoped he would somehow find his way back to me, and yet I somehow found my way to you instead. It doesn't matter if you're not an alien prince. It doesn't matter if you were a psychopathic killer on your earth." Y/N said.

Kai turned him and stood as he walked towards him. "You're just saying that because you can't change what happened. That you can't get who you really want. I'm just your consolation prize. A cheap knockoff of Mon-El and all that he means to you."

Y/N shook his head. "No, Kai. I don't care what happened between Mon-El and I. I don't care what he would have done because he's not here. You are."

Kai was certainly shocked. All his life he's been the villain of every story. The one who was blamed for everything. He honestly thought he deserved everything bad that happened to him, but being with Y/N made him want to be a better man. "You're serious?"

"I am. I realize now that Mon-El wasn't the one fated to be in my life. He was put there to prepare me for loving you. And I love you Malachai Parker."

[thecrazywriter7182006]

Elena: “M/N! He is a sociopath and you choose to sleep with him!?”

M/N: “Who said I slept with him?”

Kai stood next to M/N and he looked down at his shirt

Kai: “Shit”

[madzlang]

what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊

contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋

nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️

Keep Going…

(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it

“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.

“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.

“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.

Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”

“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“

“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.

“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.

“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.

“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.

“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.

He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.

Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.

“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.

“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.

“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.

“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.

“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.

“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”

She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.

His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.

She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.

He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.

She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.

"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.

She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.

“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.

She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.

“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.

She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.

His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.

“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.

“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.

“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.

She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.

He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.

She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.

“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.

i never know how to end these ahh