#f: tvd

[stefcn]

𝐈𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧, 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧. 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.

Eine freie Interpretation und für Rollenspielzweck gedachte Darstellung vom Charakter 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 aus der Serie ›the vampire diaries‹ — die Geschichte ist abgewandelt und hat eigene Einflüsse; daher keine Plays, die der Serie nachempfunden sind. Ehemals @stefanxsalvatore

Trigger Warnungen können sein (nicht permanent in Gesprächen, im Bloginhalt oder Storyplays vorhanden): Blut, Tod, Krankheiten, Gewalt, strenge Sprache, sexuelle Inhalte.

Stefan war verschluckt in den Weiten von Kanada. Seine Auszeit von Mystic Falls war gewollt, es war nötig sich den Kopf freizuhalten und die Vergangenheit ein wenig von sich wegzuschieben. Doch gelingt sowas wirklich? Der Vampir hat sich entschieden zurück in seine Heimat zu kehren, zu sehen was dort los ist und ob überhaupt noch ein bekanntes Gesicht dort ist.

[r-memberme]

knit me a threat | k.m

⎯⎯“Darling,” he drawled, stepping into the study, “would you happen to know why my coat has been invaded by a miniature version of myself?

warnings: fluff

The first time he found one, he nearly crushed it in his hand.

A tiny crocheted wolf, tucked inside the pocket of his coat, its little paws stitched together as if it were sitting patiently. Klaus frowned, plucking it out and holding it between two fingers as if it might bite him. The little thing had button eyes, a soft grey body, and a barely-there embroidered smirk, as though it were mocking him.

He scoffed.

“Oh, for the love of—”

He turned on his heel, storming through the house, knowing exactly who had done this.

“Darling,” he drawled, stepping into the study, “would you happen to know why my coat has been invaded by a miniature version of myself?”

She didn’t even look up from her work, the soft clicking of her crochet hook continuing at a leisurely pace. “Oh? You found one?”

“‘One?’” Klaus narrowed his eyes. “You mean there are more of these abominations?”

She smirked, tying off a loop before setting the project down, eyes glinting with amusement. “That depends. How many coat pockets do you have?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, fingers tightening around the tiny wolf. She was toying with him. Of course she was. He should have expected nothing less. With a sigh, he shook his head. “You have far too much time on your hands.”

“And yet, you haven’t thrown it away.”

He had no response for that. Instead, he shoved the wolf back into his pocket and left, grumbling under his breath as she let out a victorious hum.

༊*·˚

The second one appeared three days later.

This time, it was in his desk drawer, right next to his fountain pen. Klaus pulled it out with slow deliberation, staring down at the tiny dragon, its wings spread as if ready to take flight. It was small enough to fit in his palm, its scales intricately stitched in shades of deep green and gold.

He clenched his jaw.

She had done it again.

“You are aware,” he said, stepping into the parlor where she sat curled up on the sofa, “that I am not a man easily toyed with.”

She didn’t even blink. “And yet, here you are, holding a crocheted dragon like it personally insulted your entire bloodline.”

Klaus exhaled sharply, stepping closer, dangling the dragon in front of her face. “You think this is amusing?”

“I think it’s adorable.” She grinned, reaching out to poke the tiny snout. “Besides, you have a bit of a hoarding problem. Might as well give you something cute to collect.”

His brows shot up. “A hoarding problem?”

She tilted her head, mock thoughtful. “Hundreds of years’ worth of stolen art, rare artifacts, priceless heirlooms…should I continue?”

Klaus clicked his tongue, tossing the dragon into her lap. “You are insufferable.”

She merely laughed as he walked away.

He did not throw it away.

༊*·˚

It became a game after that.

She never placed them anywhere obvious. No, that would be far too easy. She hid them where she knew he’d find them when he least expected it. A tiny fox nestled between the books in his library. A bat perched atop his liquor cabinet, its wings outstretched. A little owl tucked inside one of his boots, nearly making him crush it underfoot.

But the worst—the absolute worst—was the one she left on his pillow.

Klaus stood in his bedroom doorway, staring at the ridiculous creation that now occupied his bed.

A paintbrush. A damned paintbrush.

With a face.

A face that looked remarkably like his own.

He rubbed a hand down his face, debating whether to incinerate it on the spot. Instead, he picked it up, holding it at arm’s length as if it might explode. The bristles were soft, the palette stitched beside it colored with thread, and the expression sewn onto its ridiculous little face looked…smug.

“Oh, you are testing my patience,” he muttered under his breath.

A snicker from the doorway made him lift his gaze. She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with herself.

“Something wrong?” she asked innocently.

Klaus let out a slow breath, fingers twitching. “You are far too entertained by this.”

“You should be grateful. I could have made a hybrid.”

His eye twitched. “If I find a tiny, stitched version of myself anywhere in this house, I will retaliate.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow. “What are you gonna do? Knit me a threat?”

His lips parted, then closed again. He had no retort for that. With a grumble, he tossed the paintbrush back onto the bed and stalked past her, muttering under his breath about insufferable women and their yarn-based warfare.

She merely laughed, victorious.

He still kept every single one.

requested by @xtwistedchaosx

taglist: @ohapple@myworldrightnow@deactiveblogx@witch-of-letters

[halfmoonshines]

Just Damon being soft and protective with his gf please! :) love ur work

love this and love you!

only you

damon salvatore x f!reader

summary: Damon only ever had that smile for you.

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You groaned as you trekked behind the group, fully convinced that this could not get any worse. Not only was the southern heat creating a shine of sweat on your skin, but the constant bickering from the rest of your cohort was driving you crazy.

"If you're annoyed Elena, imagine how the vampires feel. We could've just zipped through the woods without you guys." Caroline made an excellent point.

"So why did we even come?" Your question was exasperated and Damon's light laugh came from behind you, one of his hands coming to rest on your lower back.

"The more eyes there are, the more likely we are to find this tomb." Stefan replied.

"I would argue that you guys could've covered five times as much ground by this point if we weren't slowing you down." You paused your walk for a moment, head thrown back to try and gulp in some of the balmy air.

That air promptly left your lungs, however, when Damon swept you into his arms. You couldn't help but shriek a bit, hastily wrapping your arms around his neck. "Damon. I'm sticky and stinky."

He raised an eyebrow at you, lips arranging themselves in a mirthful smile. "My favorite version of you."

Caroline shook her head violently. "Ew, guys."

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The darkness in the room was almost suffocating you but you didn't have the strength to not suffer inside of it. You didn't know how long you had been sitting there, or when it had gotten so bad, but somewhere along the way you had stopped caring.

You had days like this sometimes, where your mental health was virtually nonexistent and you would rather sit alone in the dark with your thoughts rather than flick the light on and reveal the very real things behind those thoughts.

You vaguely heard the door open downstairs, and Damon's voice was like a lance through the fog in your mind. "Babe? Are you upstairs?"

You stayed silent though, brow furrowing while you tried to overcome the block in your brain that was stopping you from speaking. All that came was a frustrated sigh.

That was enough for the vampire, who quickly appeared in your room, seeming unperturbed by the thick blanket of darkness and despair. He came to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, hand finding yours to interlace your fingers.

"Bad brain day?" His tone was gentle, not a hint of judgement tinged into it. You appreciated that.

You gave a nod, slumping into the safety of his arms. He was always so sturdy, a rock against whatever storm you encountered.

He hummed low in his throat and pulled you both back onto the bed, turning on the fairy lights hanging around the room and tucking you under his chin.

That was where you laid for hours before he convinced you to have dinner, more than happy to let you feel whatever you needed.

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"Are we sure that she is not going to lose her mind when she finds us doing this?" Damon sounded incredibly unsure, paintbrush dangling from his fingers.

You discarded your own, placing hands on hips before you replied. "It's washable paint and it's Caroline's 18th birthday!! Decorating her car is a great idea, trust me."

He raised an eyebrow at you and approached, coming chest to chest and threatening to get the paint dripping from his brush onto you. "Painting the most OCD Barbie I know's car as a surprise? Seems risky."

Your smile was devilish in return. "Since when does a little risk scare you, Salvatore?" You had barely finished your sentence before a gasp escaped, a line of paint now going down your cheek.

"Literally never." He lunged away as you grabbed for him, and you ended up painting yourselves much more than you touched the car.

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[queenbonniebennett]

✨STUNNING✨

[coco-cinnamon]

"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before.

"Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon. "Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out.

"What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all. Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked.

"I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.

"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips. "I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath.

"Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.

He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[nightingale2004]

An au for the Bonkai fans (myself included)

Bonnie Bennett, the goddess of magic and witchcraft

And her husband Kai "Malachai" Parker, the god of chaos

(Do with this au as you will)

[realbeefman]

the sacred art of “fucking your brother’s girl because you can’t fuck him” is being lost to time

[firebrnd]

              Lovely-eyed. Death-touched. Witch.

I have never understood where the line is drawn, between sacrifice and self-slaughter. All the years I've been sacrificing for my friends sake, but at what cost? I love them, dearly. But what if I am sick of being the slaughtered lamb? The thought of being the protagonist of the story for once is uncomfortable, yet exciting. ( . . . )

# F̲I̲R̲E̲B̲R̲N̲D̲ ･ﾟ― headcanon based, private and selective portrayal of Bonnie McCullough ; influenced by book and show ( the vampire diaries ) but not following either of the storylines ( mun is heavily anti j.plec ! ) ; currently re-reading the books but consider this version of our beloved Bonnie as canon-divergent and heavily worked on by the mun. 21 + only, m&pdni ! ger/eng, but I'll stick to german for longer novels/threads for now. ― ･ﾟ

MAINS: @geisterwelt @ashbalfour @dopplgaenger @verflcht

NAVIGATION: 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 l 𝒸����𝓇𝓇𝒹 l 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈

( fyi: the muse and blog are still a wip and a lot will be changed within the next days/weeks, as I am still re-reading the books (hooked on book three) ! but i am absolutely thrilled to interact and plot with you ! )

[babeydollx]

The Second Day of Kinkmas: Tit Fucking | Damon Salvatore

Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, tit fucking, minors dni

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: I really don't know what to put for a summary this time so lmao.

12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"I know you'd like it, baby." Damon said with a smirk. "Plus, I thought you wanted to try some new things. This way we could try something new and I would be able to see your tits, it's a win win." He said with a grin. You chuckled and shook your head. You always knew that when it came to Damon's preference sexually that he was more of a tit person and you had been waiting for him to bring tit fucking into the bedroom, you were just shocked that he hadn't done it sooner.

"Alright, we can try it out." You said with a chuckle as you looked up at him. "Well then, why don't we get these pesky clothes out of the way then." He said with a smirk as he pulled your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra and taking that off too. His hands reached up to kneed at the soft flesh of your tits before he gently squeezed your nipples, causing you to whimper.

He began to unbuckle his belt as you got onto the bed for him and sat on your knees. He laid his already hardened cock on the valley of your breasts. You used your hands to squeeze your breasts around his cock before he started to slowly begin to thrust. You looked up at him as he let out a soft moan. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the quickened pace causing you to have a little bit of a harder time breathing.

You leaned your head down and started to lick the tip of his dick as he continued to thrust his cock between your squished tits. He looked down at you and watched you lick his tip only brought him closer to his release. You squeezed your tits together more as he thrusted faster. He thrusted a few more times before cumming on your breasts and on your tongue. You giggled and swallowed it before Damon pushed you down onto the bed. "Now it's your turn to cum." He said with a devilish smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[sageandred]

I love the simultaneous "I would die for you," but also..."I am adamantly trying to kill you" confliction in the romantic narrative.

[cosmicbuckleys]

OUR VIOLENT ENDS • CHLOE GONG

“and what was love if all it did was kill?”

[r-memberme]

unraveling | k.m

⎯⎯His jaw clenches, fingers twitching against the desk. “Because, my love,” he whispers, voice thick with restraint, “I wanted you to feel the ache as I have.”

warnings: hehehe (;

The fire had been burning all day. Slow, smoldering embers beneath the surface, hidden well beneath sharp remarks, playful jabs, the taunting glint in your eyes whenever you caught him watching you for too long. You had spent the entire day feeding the flame, testing his resolve, pushing him with just enough force to see if he would break.

And now, as the candlelight flickers along the walls of his study, he does.

Klaus moves before you can tease him again, before you can let another sly, wicked comment slip past your lips. One moment, you are leaning against the desk, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass of wine, and the next, you are trapped between the heavy oak and the hard line of his body. His hands press firm against the wood beside you, caging you in, his breath uneven as it ghosts against your cheek.

“You think yourself quite clever, don’t you?” His voice is low, edged with something dangerous. Something unraveling.

Your lips curve, feigning innocence, but he sees the glimmer of satisfaction in your eyes. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.”

He exhales sharply, his patience fraying into nothing, his control splintering at the seams. “You’ve been tormenting me all day,” he growls, tilting his head just so, his lips nearly brushing yours—but not quite. The absence is torture. The proximity, worse. “Parading yourself about like a temptation incarnate, knowing full well I would come undone.”

You hum, tilting your chin up, deliberately making him close the space he is so desperately trying to maintain. “Then why did you wait?”

His jaw clenches, fingers twitching against the desk. “Because, my love,” he whispers, voice thick with restraint, “I wanted you to feel the ache as I have.”

Your breath catches as his lips skim your jaw, trailing fire wherever they graze. You reach for him, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt, and that is all it takes. The thin thread tethering his restraint finally snaps.

Klaus crushes his mouth to yours, a kiss that is neither gentle nor patient. It is fire and desperation, a claiming and a surrender all at once. His hands, warm and sure, find your waist, fingers digging in as he pulls you flush against him. He kisses you like he is starving, like he has spent centuries wanting and is finally allowed to take.

You match his fervor, your hands fisting in his curls, tugging until he groans against your lips. It is intoxicating, the way he gives in. The way he abandons all caution, all restraint, for you. For this.

His lips leave yours only to trail down your throat, pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses to the pulse thrumming wildly beneath his tongue. “Tell me,” he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need. “Tell me you’ve wanted this as much as I have.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your head tilting back in silent offering. “More,” you admit, voice barely a whisper, but he hears it all the same.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, and then he is lifting you, hands firm beneath your thighs as he carries you away from the desk, away from restraint, from hesitation. He walks you backwards until your back meets the wall, his lips never leaving your skin.

“I would have waited forever if you asked it of me,” he breathes, voice hoarse with devotion, with adoration. “But, my love, I am so very glad you did not.”

And with that, he kisses you again, searing, consuming, and you let yourself drown in it, in him. In everything you both had been too stubborn to surrender to until now.

maybe there is more? (; Let me know if you want a part 2 of this one.

Taglist: @ohapple @myworldrightnow @deactiveblogx @witch-of-letters

[halfmoonshines]

damon salvatore getting dragged by his gf to a taylor swift concert? <3

I AM LIVVINGGGGGGG FOR TIHS PROMPT

i love you

--

anything for you

damon salvatore x f!reader

summary: the eras tour would be your dream come true, and maybe even Damon's.

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You woke with a start from your side of the bed, Damon's arm wrapped around you in a vice grip and your phone ringing off the hook somewhere across the room. You managed to shimmy out of his grip and patted his arm in apology when you noticed his eyes fluttering open.

Crossing the room and picking up your phone right as it stopped ringing, you noticed that you had ten missed calls from Caroline. Worried, you typed in your pass code to call her back but you didn't have to - because her face popped up on the screen again.

"Hello?" You denied the FaceTime and instead chose to use it as a call, hand running through your ragged bed head. "Is someone dead?"

"Turn on your camera right now. Turn it on, Y/N, I swear to God. I want to see your face when I tell you this." You didn't think you'd ever heard the blonde sound so excited, and that was definitely saying something.

You pulled the phone away from your face and groaned, tapping a few buttons until Caroline's screen appeared. But it wasn't her face, she was looking at her laptop. You tried to focus your eyes but were failing horribly.

"Do you believe it!?!"

"Caroline, I just woke up. I can't see that." You tried your best not to sound annoyed with your best friend.

Caroline's camera flipped, smile shining brightly. "That, my love, is an email I got this morning from Taylor Nation containing an early access code to Eras Tour tickets in Atlanta! They said it was for that Spotify challenge we did, so I'd bet you have one too."

She didn't need to say that because you had already pulled out your email app, refreshing it to see if there was a gift waiting there.

There was.

"Oh my god!" You jumped a bit and Caroline renewed her screeching over the phone, immediately jumping into outfit ideas.

"Fuck me." Damon's curse was barely audible from behind you.

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You began preparing him from that day forward. You knew that he knew about Taylor Swift, especially since you played her all the time, but he didn't know enough. Not Eras Tour enough.

He was reluctant at best. Always a quip and a half away from you throwing your phone at his head.

"So you're saying that she vanished for years because she was so criticized and then made it her entire personality? Came out with an album about how misunderstood she was? Dramatic." The last word was sing-song, casually flipping a page in his magazine.

You stalked over to his place on the couch angrily, gripping his leg to uncross his ankles and sit at the edge of the couch, forcing him into a sitting position. "It's iconic, Damon. She's a literal superstar."

His smile was sardonic but his eyes only held love. "Whatever you say, Darling?"

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You were practically vibrating in your hotel room, placed in front of the mirror and putting the last touches on what you believed to be the perfect outfit.

It was your version of the Midnights body suit, just a shade darker, and a bit more tassel. Your eyes looked up and caught Damon gazing at you from his position in the bed. You offered him a large smile, knowing he was definitely about to step out of his comfort zone. He'd been a good sport about the outfit though, and was wearing a black 'My Girlfriend's a Swiftie' shirt. It was adorable.

You turned to him and leaned down with a quick kiss. "Thank you for coming with me."

He pulled you back for a more drawn out one, and gave you his signature smirk. "Anything for you."

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By the time that Taylor got to your favorite era, you were already on your third wind. Damon had been way more amiable about it than you thought he would be, swaying along to one side while you and Caroline were going absolutely feral, belting all the lyrics.

That was, until the surprise songs. She started strumming the first few lines of Timeless and you felt Damon stiffen next to you, jaw clenching a bit. You were over the moon, Timeless was one of your favorite songs. Little did you know it was Damon's too.

You swayed along to the beginning of the song, arm linked through Caroline's. But about halfway through, over the singing crowd, you heard the man next to you singing softly.

"I thought 'bout it as I started looking around at these precious things that time forgot."

You tried your best not to turn and stare at him, but he definitely noticed the grin spreading across your face. You started singing along too, other arm reaching out to grasp his hand.

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[queenbonniebennett]

You can’t convince me Chris didn’t have a crush on Kat. That boy was in awe 🥰

Peep at the end when he waited for her and helped her down the stairs. (If you blink you’ll miss it. Lol such a gentleman)

First 2 clips are from TikTok. The last clip i got from YT

[coco-cinnamon]

Needy In Many Ways

Warnings: cursing, smut, blood, blood kink, feeding, unprotected sex, 18+ MDNI!

Pairings: Kai Parker x Female Human Reader

Summary: In which Kai feeds from you while the two of you are making love.

Author's Note: the blood kink is really just in a vampire type of way, not in a like... super gory way or anything gross, dw lmao.

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You gasped and moaned out softly as Kai slid into your cunt slowly, slowly stretching you out as he pushed into you. He bottomed out of you before he began to slowly and gently fuck you. You moaned out softly and held onto Kai's strong shoulders. He leaned down and kissed your forehead as he continued to make love to you.

As he was fucking you, you saw that the veins under his eyes were beginning to bulge out of his skin, his eyes were starting to turn red and you could tell that he would need to feed. You had no issue letting Kai feed from you. You trusted him and you loved him more than anything. You knew he'd be gentle and he'd never ever hurt you.

You let go of his shoulders and your hands came up to cup his face, the pads of your thumbs caressing his soft skin. You smiled at him softly before moving your hair away from your neck and tilted your head over to the side, making room for him. Kai looked down at you confused as you did so. "Do it. Feed, it's okay." You said softly with a gentle, warm smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he slowed down until he came to a stop. You nodded and smiled before cupping his face and leaning up before planting a soft, loving kiss on his lips. "I'm 100% sure." You said with a smile. Kai nodded and then leaned down, putting his face in your neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the soft skin of your neck before gently running his sharp fangs along your skin.

You held onto him, bracing yourself for what was about to come. Kai then sunk his fangs into your soft delicate skin and he began to slowly drink from you. You gasped and whined as he began to feed. As he was feeding, you began to roll your hips against him, grinding against his cock. You moaned out, the feeling of his cock deep inside of your pussy and the feeling of his fangs piercing your skin had you going feral. The feeling of pain and pleasure mixed together was euphoric for you.

You continued to grind yourself down on Kai's hardened dick. He fed from you for a few more minutes before he finally pulled away from your neck. You felt that familiar knot begin to tighten in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were about to cum any second now. You clenched around Kai's cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"Yeah? You gonna cum, princess?" Kai asked with a smirk as he began to fuck you again. "Shit! Fuck yes! I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out loudly. "Come on, give it to me. Cum for me." He said. With that your eyes rolled back, your whole body trembling as the coil inside of you snapped making you gush all over his dick. He thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

Kai blood healed you and gave your aftercare before laying down beside you and pulling you into his strong arms. You smiled and nuzzled your face into his chest before resting your head on his chest lazily. "I love you, Kai." You said with a tired smile. "I love you too, Y/N." Kai said with a grin. The two of you snuggled together until you both fell asleep in each others arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[nightingale2004]

Klaroline au

Klaus "Niklaus" Mikaelson, the king of the Gods, the god of art, war, and revenge

Caroline Forbes, the queen of the gods, the goddess of peace, love, and wisdom