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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years ago

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Somebody That I Used To Know

Summary-> The Salvatores call Y/N Mikaelson for aid, however they don’t expect for her to have a history with Kai Parker (4k)

Warnings-> 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, porn with plot, mentions of death, blood drinking, swearing, fluff & angst, mentions of bad parenting and adultery, mentions of child abuse and imprisonment

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Kai had never been a romantic, that much was blatantly obvious, or so he told himself. To even think about being in love opened a wound inside of him, and it refused to heal. He had been raised in hell before his family sent him to an isolation that was impossible for him to escape, however they had never expected or anticipated intruders to enter his coven crafted prison world, but the improbable became possible when the other side fell. And now he was free, to an extent, with supervision of course.

Stefan rushed into the room with urgency in his steps, bearing news as he reached his brother - and Kai. They tolerated him, after all the evil-doings he had spewed in the form of massacres, realising that now he was a heretic he had some use other than drinking magic like a drug addict fiending for a hit. Things were always tense when his magic was required, but the group of supernatural heroes (and Matt unfortunately) understood that to protect the town indefinitely, his troublesome hand definitely helped. Though he wasn’t one of them, his singular use other than being a pest was to be a weapon. It was ironic really considering they had stopped, or at least tried, him from killing his family, and now he was doing their bidding murdering at their beck and call.

“Y/n’s on her way, she would have been here sooner but there was some trouble in New Orleans that she had to resolve.” The name of the woman that Stefan was referring to struck a fragile, hard to find nerve in Kai’s erratic brain, he had known a woman by the same name a long time ago… She had been unstoppable, as any original vampire would be. Y/n Mikaelson, a dead beauty whom was one of a kind, she had seen an endless variety of monsters in her achingly long life, and unlike everyone else that Kai had known, she didn’t see him as one.

He was just a man, and she was- walking in the Salvatore home apparently? It couldn’t be, be surely had to be hallucinating. The last time that he had seen her, she had bid him goodbye, promising to see him the following day, when in reality he didn’t. Klaus had staked her with a pale dagger, catching her beautiful and dormant corpse in an old fashioned casket, taking her comatosed body half way across the globe. He saw the scene of her struggle, but not her. Kai was speechless, he never thought he’d see her again, when they had met he had just been a siphon, and now he was more like her than he’d ever imagined.

Their eyes locked and time stood still for a moment, before she gave him a cold shoulder, turning her attention to the Salvatores, Stefan less than amused with her appearance. Kai hardly noticed but she was drenched from head to toe in blood, her skin flooded by the remnants of her victims. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here, aren’t I?” Damon quirked a brow at the original which caused the old one to huff out an exaggerated sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I had to do to get here to save your asses, so I’m not even going to bother. So what’s first on the agenda?”

“You can take a shower, you know where it is.” Damon nodded his head at her, and Kai was inclined to squint at the interaction but decided it best not to pry in case he discovered something he’d rather not have. Y/n turned on her heel and contently plodded up the stairs within the mansion, leaving red footsteps in her wake, luring Kai to follow her trail. He stood, beginning on his journey to know the reason for her ignorance of him, he wanted to understand the pain that he felt that was unlike any other that he had experienced.

Surely she couldn’t have forgotten him, it had been a long time for him, but in relation to those she had lived, it would have been as though they had met yesterday. The younger of the two Salvatore brothers stepped forward, wanting to severe Kai’s secret mission into a failure of efforts, however Damon held his arm out, silently ordering Stefan to remain where he was. “Let him be a peeping tom, worst that will happen is she’ll rip his loveless heart out.” To then Kai was an expendable weapon, there was only so much use that they had for him. They didn’t need to kill him, he’d be the cause for his own end, and there would be no one to mourn him, even if his family were alive.

“Hey. Y/n, stop! Please!” He was desperate for her attention, he’d gone so long without it that it was all he craved. In private, he had struggled and tried his darn hardest to cast an abundance of spells to awake her, even without the genetic gift of magic. There was no stone that he had left unturned, but all that needed to be done was to remove the dagger from her chest, but she was lost and hidden far away so that nobody could find her… not even him. Not even Jo, his own twin from birth had protected him from the parental neglect and isolation he had induced before his indefinite banishment, but Y/n had yearned to make him feel wanted and needed. When he had spent moments in private with her, away from the endless triggers, he felt like a normal person, almost human.

If not for Klaus and his incessant and overwhelming desire to collect his siblings and put them in their reserved coffins, Kai doubted that his disturbed parents would have succeeded with transferring his mind and lack of soul into the 1994 prison world. She would have murdered his coven pleasing, traditional parents in cold blood. He would have been free, and more importantly, with her. Joshua Parker and his broodmare of a wife had awaited for Y/n’s demise, acknowledging that whilst they were all powerful Geminis, an original vampire was not an obstacle that they wanted to risk fighting against. It was easier for them to wait until she was entirely out of the picture and consciousness to strike against their first born son.

Y/n looked at him, there was something in her eyes that had changed, and it wasn’t peculiar squint that she aimed at him. She was analysing his face, tilting her portrait worthy head at his appearance, repeating the sound of his voice in her brain. Her throat felt dry despite all the blood that she had drank as she began to speak, wary that she could have been imagining his presence as a trauma response, her long past encompassing her supernatural senses and making them into a realistic delusion. “You look like someone that I once knew, but you can’t be him, he would have aged by now, witches only have a mortal lifespan. Most of them anyways.” Her words spoke truth, however they had been long separated and their journeys had continued apart.

Kai dared to step towards her, reaching his silver adorned hands to her face, painting his own fingertips in the numerous layers of blood that was spread across her cheek. “The world hasn’t been kind to either of us, I’m a heretic now, and I did a lot of horrible things just so that I could survive and one day see you again. It’s really me, it’s, I’m… Malachai.” Y/n has always referred to him by his full name, and after he’d lost her for what felt like an eternity, he had vastly preferred it to be shortened to Kai. Each time he heard anybody formally naming him by Malachai, it caused him a terrible internal fever of pain, for she instantly was replayed in the only fond memories that he held close to his heart.

There was a glassy sheen reflecting from her compelling eyes, even if this was a sick and twisted trick that her body was playing on her vision, she wasn’t willing to waste another fleeting minute without pulling him into her embrace, hoping and praying to her ancestors above that Kai wouldn’t fade away. “I can’t believe it’s you.” Y/n whispered, still coming to grips with the shock that raced in her veins. She had heard commotion from the Salvatores and their younger allies in regards to the heretics that had brought dangerous issues into the borders of Mystic Falls. Never had the original expected for her Malachai to be one of the siphoner crossbreeds, they were stupidly subjective to be unexpectedly powerful after having lived lives of stealing magic and bearing the labels of being abominations to their cold hearted covens.

It was clear that they had both changed during their decades without one another. But it didn’t matter, Kai and Y/n were now individually stronger, thus meant together it would be close to impossible for any species to separate them again. “There’s something that you should know,” Y/n slightly pulled away from their coiled up proximity so that she could look into Kai’s grey irises, finding a rare comfort in their storm of pigment. “I’m a hybrid now, Klaus and I were never Mikael’s children, our father was a werewolf called Ansel, he and our mother had an affair. When Klaus took that stake out of my heart, he was planning on unlocking that hidden side of himself, and I joined him, thinking that a distraction was what I needed and that I’d never have the chance to see you again.”

Nothing changed in the way that Kai looked at Y/n, his orbs continued to be clouded with effortless and true adoration, he could care less what she was, all he wanted was her by his side until their fates rested in possible death, in an afterlife that they could fondly share. “You could never not be perfect to me, even in this moment. All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.” Kai could remember the first time he had seen her features accentuated with a visible rush of human’s blood, she had come to him in the night, after defending herself from a group of witches that had tried to use her mulled blood to bring all of her siblings to one destination. Their scheme had been to kill all vampires in the planet, and what better way to do that than to cull the untwined sources of the various and spread bloodlines. They hadn’t even come near to reigning their intended terror of mass extinction, Y/n had mauled them with quick yet painful deaths that would haunt them on the other side.

“Well I’m afraid I can’t remain looking like this Malachai, I need to shower.” Y/n miserably insisted, her pupils never wishing to leave his form again, for she was afraid that the heretic would disappear altogether. For years since Klaus had removed the dagger out from where it had been impaled in her chest, she had wanted to search for Kai, however the right opportunity had never arose. There was always a family related instance that threw any solace of doing so out the window. She was far too selfless for her own good, she continuously allowed her fleet of brothers and sisters to pull her into their conflicts, and she couldn’t find it in herself to leave them to the horrors of their mother Esther had given them lives long enough to experience. Immortality really was a cruel curse, every day Y/n would look in the mirror and see no alteration to her timeless face, there would only be more regret and trauma hidden behind her y/e/c windows to her fading soul.

“Then allow me to join you, I can’t bear to see you walk away again, I need you to come back.” Their last goodbye hadn’t prepared him for the years that had passed him by without her presence. It was a miracle that Y/n was in the same vicinity as him, she’d told him that she would see him the following day, but her promise had been broken through no fault of her own. “Well,” his past lover began to speak, Kai’s eyes solely trained on her lips that he obsessively dreamt of every night, “I’m sure that I could use your help t wash all of this blood off me.” And so Kai safely followed her until the attached bathroom of one of the many guest rooms, excited to feel her close once again. She stripped her ruined articles of clothing from her perfect, unscarred flesh, crimson painting each curve and ridge that her apparel hadn’t covered. Her movements span Kai’s mind into a flurry of hypnosis, he was entranced with her flawless anatomy.

She stepped into the shower first, allowing Kai to mentally prepare for sharing an intimate proximity with her after so long. He had always hated anyone touching him, since his parents had constantly instructed all to never lay a finger against his skin; because he was dangerous. One touch and he could kill his siblings that had been brought into the world to replace the disappointment that he was. But Y/n, he couldn’t hurt her, and she made him feel important and loved like his coven should have. They shared a history where they had both been neglected; Mikael knew that Klaus and Y/n weren’t biologically his children and so he had intended to kill them as a message to his witch of a wife, also due to simply wanting to. And even being sent to the prison world dedicated to holding and punishing Kai, his father had neglected and beaten him for being born as the black sheep. Neither of them had deserved the malicious injustice that their parents had handed out to them, but now they had time to heal together, and fix the broken shards of their intermingled roads of earning a sliver of peace.

It took him a fair few minutes to succumb back to the reality that was cast before his very eyes, like an allusive spell that disturbed his vision to picture his greatest desires. Y/n was as alive as a vampire could practically be, scrubbing her crimes from her body with her naked hands. Her knuckles were white and clenched as she feared that Kai wouldn’t join her because there was always the possibility that he wasn’t real; he was another mortal that she had outlived and his passing souls was spouting nonsense of heretics and prison worlds to madden her into believing all wasn’t lost, as it usually was. But as Kai built up the courage to shed his clothes and leave them in an abandoned cluster on the floor and join her behind the water splattered glass, and his hands nervously danced in a grip on her waist, Y/n realised that she was mistaken. He was real, and so were the tears that fell from his eyes and landed upon her shoulders that had relaxed from the warm stream that was elicited from the shower head.

Y/n span around in his arms, their bodies pressing together as she did so. Returning to Mystic Falls had been the correct move on her part, now there lay a chance to finish Kai’s and her story, rather than leaving it to remain a forgotten tragedy of their pasts. “I’m so happy that you’re here.” She hadn’t felt that raw emotion in a time too long, her voice had left her lips in a relieved sob. His shaky hands found refuge in cradling her face, pulling her closer so that their noses touched. “If I had to do everything all over again so that I’d end up here, I would.” Kai remembered the awful actions he had done, they flashed in his memory as guilt biled in his chest, he’d been raised as an evil child, and after he had realised that Y/n had disappeared, his actions proved such. At first Kai had assumed that his love had thought of him as a monster like everyone else did, however he dug through her small apartment only to discover carnage. She hadn’t willingly left him, and that made him angrier.

And he had snapped, he was always taunted for being powerless by his family, he was a pest that they had brought into the world, and so as revenge he took them out of it. But he held no regret other than being a Gemini without magic for so long, because his and Y/n’s paths had crossed as though it were fate. “I’d do it all again too, or maybe I’d have staked Klaus first. It doesn’t matter though, I’ve got you back and now we have more time, eternity is on our side.” Her lips found his, their mouths melting together in a passionate and desperate kiss that they refused to break. Their lack of breathing continued as Kai pressed her into the wall, moving them out of shot from the falling water, his knuckles hungrily grabbing the back of her thighs. He muttered an almost silent ‘jump’ into her mouth, and Y/n instantly followed his words, wanting nothing more than to be held in his arms.

It was as though two long lost worlds were colliding in an orbital explosion, Y/n’s arms were amorously locked around the apex of Kai’s neck, her lips drifting from his and teasing his neck with the outline of her teeth. They grew into fangs as Y/n found a pulse point, sinking her pointed canines into Kai’s veins, swallowing the blood that flowed into her mouth. He was thirsty to be within the hybrid whom he had missed for so long, his cock impatiently stirred against the flesh of her inner thigh, adamantly needing to be inside her. Y/n released Kai’s throat from her deadly, vampiric grip, with her lips stained red, and she lovingly admired him with heavy lids. “Fuck me Malachai, it’s been too long.” He agreed without word or hesitation, steadying her weight in his arms as he pushed his aching cock into his lover’s walls. They both exchanged relieved moans, discovering newfound ecstasy together with their heightened emotions and feelings. Her cunt hugged his length tightly, it’s vice grip bonding them together as their lips found each other again. Their tongues fought for dominance as they remained still for a moment, Kai’s feet that were planted on the floor supporting them.

“You’re so tight baby.” He huffed through his teeth, gasping down air that he didn’t know that he needed. Y/n’s back was pressed into the tiled wall of the large shower, her elegant head was timelessly craned backwards as she adjusted to the girth of Kai’s length. In her life after being separated from him, Y/n had continued her sex life with other partners, but none of them every fulfilled or satisfied her the way Kai had. The emotions that she had for the siphon were unique, it was the kind of love that she had been searching for within her over a thousand years of existence. He was thrilling and exciting for her, and she felt that same rush as Kai decided that it was time for him to move. He jarred his hips so that he almost pulled out of her walls that hugged his length to the point where all the blood in his body distanced itself from his head, only to push back into her warmth that provided him comfort like no other. Y/n enveloped his prime concentration, and the dark hauntings in his thoughts sunk to a distant place, allowing the heretic to enjoy something that wasn’t outright murder for a change.

“Oh my- holy fuck Malachai.” Y/n moaned as Kai fastened his pace and hit a particular spot in her depth that she had forgotten existed. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, leaving crescent indents in their wake whilst her legs tightened around his waist. She used her position as leverage to buck against him, neither of them were going to last long, that much was evident. To finally be together in such a comprisable scenario after twenty years was taking a toll on their bodies’ performances, neither Kai nor Y/n were far from reaching their peaks. Kai’s thrusts began to become scattered in their coordination, Y/n’s heat clamped down on him as he reached his fingers down and stimulated her bundle of nerves, spiralling her orgasmic bliss over the edge, and Kai’s orgasm followed shortly after. He filled her centre to the brim with his load of cum as he panted heavily, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as he carefully set her down so that she was standing by herself.

No one but Kai had ever treated Y/n as though she was fragile, including her own siblings. To most she was just the monster of her mother’s creation, a creature that craved destruction, Damon and Stefan had even been adamant to call her in as a reinforcement. The Gemini coven had been petrified of her presence, and so they had contacted Klaus and informed him of Y/n’s location before they banished the siphon of their family to a modified realm that held no trace of life, except for his own. Kai was the only being that took the time to see past the lives that she had agonised and taken, discovering that she was the true victim of her own actions. She was stuck with multiple curses increasing her affective thirst for blood, and there was no cure designed to fix her into a human. And even if there was somewhere out there, Y/n would be the first to admit that she didn’t deserve it. But Kai wanted her to live with little to no regrets, nothing that she had done mattered to him, he just hoped that she never regretted him.

“I love you Y/n Mikaelson, I should have said it a long time ago.” He cradled her face as the water around them turned cold, her hands choosing to lay atop of his. “And I will never let anything happen to you again, I don’t care who I have to kill to make sure of it.” Kai felt like he was finally capable of protecting her, he had his own magic now and so much more. Those in Mystic Falls had decided to allow him to live, and he had found his retribution; it was to be better for Y/n. They had a second chance and he wasn’t going to let it get away from him. “I love you too Malachai, I just never had a moment to tell you. By the time I realised what you meant to me, my brother was already in Portland.” She reached her fingertips up to brush against the scruff on his face that she was unfamiliar with, but it was definitely something that she could get used to. She wasn’t going to live another day without him by her side, they’d already lost too much time together.

“I know we’re not exactly fans of Kai, but he’s definitely got game if he can get Y/n out of all the Mikaelsons, and hold her down.” Damon nodded, as Stefan rolled his eyes at his brother. It was a good thing that they’d decided against ending Kai’s life, Stefan thought, otherwise Y/n wouldn’t be their ally if she uncovered the truth - she’d be their enemy. And that was the last thing that they would have wanted, because no one, mortal or not, ever survived her wrath. She had a soul, a tainted one at that, but she never took that into consideration if someone angered her. They were long dead before she reached them.

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chronic-escapixt · 1 year ago

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His Rose ~ Part 4

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, murder, abuse, trauma, dubcon, CNC, smut, daddy kink, dom!kai, p in v, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, fingering, biting, choking, innocence kink, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, safe word, aftercare, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

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Their hips rolled together, breathy moans and vocal praises tickling her ear as her nails scraped down his back. Kai would work her over for hours with unyielding stamina until the ecstasy of their cumulative passions mellowed her into post-sex bliss and utter exhaustion. She’d snore softly after drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat while he’d stay up and watch her breathing slow and her body snuggle into his chest for warmth. Completely vulnerable, too easy to wrap his arm around her little neck and squeeze the life out of her but Kai resisted those intrusive thoughts only because for his plans, he needed her alive.

He had her trust by playing the “nice guy”. Sure, it was boringly cliché and there was only so much that vanilla sex would do to satisfy his darker urges but he’d be whatever she wanted if it got him out of this hell hole by the next eclipse.

Rose lost track of where she ended and Kai began, his possessive hands always on her body. Following her around like a lost puppy before pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder, his unspoken way of telling her to hurry up so they could get back to spooning. If they were in the car, he drove with his left hand while his right slipped under the hem of her skirt, fingertips tapping rhythmically on her inner thigh until it drove her crazy. And he loved to grab her ass, enjoying the adorable squeals that escaped her when she was caught off guard.

All alone in the bathroom, she reclined back in the tub, steamy suds soothing every aching muscle he gave her. She felt naked without him on her body, yet cherished the short periods of privacy she could carve out for herself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Yes, Kai…” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t get too annoyed. He usually came knocking after 20 minutes but this time, at least half an hour passed before his impatience got the best of him.

“Rosyyy… are you almost done? You’ve been in there foreverrr…” he whined through the door.

“I’ll be out soon,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the water.

He groaned dramatically, hesitating before retreating to her room to wait. Plopping down on the bed, he immediately took notice of a dark leatherbound book peeking out from under her pillow. Did she have a secret grimoire, perhaps she was planning to cross him after all and wasn’t as clueless as she seemed? He flipped through the pages, but there weren’t any Latin incantations, just dates and little entries.

He read the first line that caught his eye:

The first time he fucked me, I knew he was holding back, so afraid he’d break me but I was too afraid to let him know I loved the pain.

“No fucking way...” This was too good to be true, just to be sure, he flipped to the end where he found her frilly signature. With confirmation, he eagerly read another passage.

I want him to ruin me. Split me on his cock until I cry and push him away then choke me and fuck into me harder, push my face down and suffocate my sobs in my pillow. I wanna be reminded exactly who I belong to.

Her confessions became more depraved with visceral descriptions of her needs, filthy fantasies contrasting with the adorable way she curled her letters and dotted her I’s with little hearts. He was so focused that he didn’t notice her come in.

“Hey, give me that!” He got up and blocked her attempts to reach her journal with one hand while he read on. “Kai, stop it. You’re invading my privacy!” She bleated. his eyes flashed to her with a stifled laugh.

“Relax, Rosy… you’re the one who left your diary open on the bed. I just came in here to wait for you and I almost sat on it. When I looked down, let’s just say some of the things you wrote were… enlightening.”

Shame broiled her face and tightened her throat but maybe she could lie her way out of this, “I-It’s not mine… I found it…” She squeaked. His brow raised, clearly not buying it. An exasperated sigh left her. "Just give it back, Kai… I need to get dressed because I have laundry to do and I have to start the marinade for the-"

He snapped the book shut, reached out and squished her hot cheeks in his hold, wrenching her face upwards to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me.” Instantly she obeyed, the sudden base in his voice sending a pulse directly to her needy cunt. “Guess what? I know all your little secrets, and you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything. Every kink, every need, I wanna hear it all from your pretty lips.”

In one motion, he released her, ripping the towel from her dripping body, her back hitting the mattress with little effort. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers meeting her clit, drawing little moans as he rubbed out slow figure 8s.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t deny it.” Two fingers slipped inside her while his eyes returned to the page, flipping through until he found what he was looking for. “... It says here, you want me to ruin you. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t k-”

Kai grunted and bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to shock her and elicite a ragged whimper from the back of her throat. He released it and growled, “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll flip you over and make your pretty ass all red..” He loved the way that made her quiver, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” His warm minty breath fanned across her cheek.

She bit her lip and looked away, so he pinched her clit until she cried out her response, “YES, I’D LIKE THAT!”

“Mm, that’s my kinky girl. Now answer the first question."

“… I-I want you to be rough w-with me,” she stuttered in a small voice.

“Tell me how..”

Rose swallowed down her last bit of pride. “I- I want.. want you to use me… push me to my knees and f-fuck my throat… bend me over and rail me so hard I can’t think straight… want you to pull my hair and bite my shoulder when you.. cum inside m-me...” She continued until he gave a satisfied hum.

“Good girl, see how easy that was?” He cooed, moving to release her hair from its loose bun, allowing the caramel tendrils to messily fall around her face. The sudden tenderness made her dizzy.

He pumped in and out while rolling her clit between his fingers, drawing out one confession after another until her lips parted, eyes blown wide as he dangled her between pleasure and desperation, so tempted to grind her hips and take it, ride his hand to her heart’s content, yet too afraid of the punishment he’d inflict on her if she dared. Arousal soaked the sheets beneath her thighs, he had her right where he wanted her.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there?” His lips formed a cocky smirk.

“huh…?” She uttered, too overwhelmed to understand.

“C'mon, you know what you want... to be overpowered, held down and punished when you try to struggle… I’d make you take it all at once and you couldn’t do anything to stop me,” he summarized smugly, licking his lips.

“Oh god, you read that part too..” The embarrassment made her want to recoil and disappear in the mattress, her hands raised to cover her face.

He yanked her wrists down. “No, none of that, no hiding. I honestly find it impressive you managed to convince me you’re a vanilla angel when you’re really just a perverted slut.”

Her jaw slackened, the shock of his degradating words biting into her. “Kai-”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name. What’s my name, Rosy?” Her melted brain buffered as he took to scissoring her walls apart, preparing her. “What’s my name, hmm?.. the name you wrote on every page…”

Just as she realized, he sped up. “..daADDY!” She yelped as her belly tightened violently.

He removed his digits when she clenched down, chuckling at her little whines and whimpers, cruelly denying her another orgasm.

“Damn right I’m your daddy… but if you insist on being treated like a brainless fucktoy, we should have a.. what do you call it?”

“… a s-safe word?” she uttered.

“Exactly that! How about… ‘eclipse’ ? If you want to stop for whatever reason, just say it and that's your way out, understood?”

She nodded her head slowly but he frowned, not satisfied with her lack of response.

He lifted her chin. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes daddy,” she mewled sweetly, making his hard cock swell in his shorts.

“Now that we have that sorted out,” he stuffed his slick covered fingers down her throat, stroking her tongue as she keened at the flavor, “I should let you know I’ve been keeping my own secrets, but you wouldn’t have any idea because I’m not a silly girl who writes them down for anyone to read. I know you hide this part of yourself because you're afraid people will judge you but I don’t. I want to know everything so I can do all those things to you and more that you couldn’t even think up in your dirty little diary...”

He had her flipped on her stomach and raised her hips, her only warning the rattle of his belt before he slammed into her sensitive core, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It hurt so good the pain tore a ragged cry from her throat as her tiny cunt struggled to take all of him but he didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore because he knew she loved it, evident by the way she leaked down his balls while holding onto the quilted comforter for dear life.

He yanked her up by the base of her hair. “Isn’t this what you wanted, babe?” He husked. Her response, an indiscernible whine. His tongue darted out to taste the tears that already streaked her pretty face. “Aw baby, did I ruin you already? What a shame, I’m just getting started.”

Holding her by the back of the neck granted him more leverage to pull her into each thrust reaching deeper, pounding her gummy cervix. "Fuckkk.." he groaned.

“Daddy, please,” she sobbed out, walls writhing around him, the intensity rendering her with barely enough strength to reach back and splay her fingers across his lower abdomen, arms turned to jelly just before she could try to push at him.

"Stop that. You practically begged for this," he growled, snatching her wrists in one bruising grip while landing two harsh slaps to her right cheek in a show of dominance. She screamed.

Her juices squelched between their bodies but she was too far gone to feel ashamed. “I know you're close... just let go, cum on my cock, baby... just like that," he whispered, breath hitching as she came on command, her little back arching into him by pure instinct as her brain had long gone gooey. He got off on the control. Strong arms linked around her convulsing body as he fucked her through her release while warding off his own, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer.

He let her top half melt into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow while his powerful hands captured her pelvis, continuing the assault on her battered cunt. She pulled at the bedsheets with white knuckles.

“One more… I know you’ve got it in you.. just one more princess, c'mon, wanna’ feel you cum hard this time.” He groaned through clenched teeth, snapping his hips at just the right angle that had her keen with each thrust. Her cunt hugged him like a slippery glove made just for him. Sweat dripped down his brow and gravely moans escaped his lips as she tightened and creamed around him with a muffled cry.

Her glossy eyes fixated on the ceiling as she regulated her breathing, not blinking yet not at all focused. Kai carefully wiped her down with a damp rag. Her silence made him worry that he’d taken it too far. Hurt her. Scared her, so much she’d never let him touch her again- or at worst, refuse to help him leave. He was desperate to know what she was thinking or at the very least hear her voice to ease his mind.

“Hey Rosy..” he reached down and caressed her soft cheek, “Rosalina?” he whispered softly.

She nestled her face into his palm, the corners of her lips raising weakly as she breathed out.

“Thank you, daddy.”

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justathoughtfulangel · 2 years ago

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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.”

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him.

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love.

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind.

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details.

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?” Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously.

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks.

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?”

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him.

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective.

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way.

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify.

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later. When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.” Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.” Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.” Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob.

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free?

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut.

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.”

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends.

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up.

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word.

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak?

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds.

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal.

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.”

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes.

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before.

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.”

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body.

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter.

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer?

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily.

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

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nevereverthem · 11 months ago

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TVD short-short : ✨ [Kai Parker x OC] ✨

Warning : none.

Length : 668 words

Kai's hostage has a last demand....

Make you see

The empty Mystic Falls High School, on a sunday afternoon. Almost empty, I should say.

There were actually two people in the building. One willingly spending time there, Kai Parker. The other, Lilly Smith, held back against her will. Although, she seemed really calm for a damsel in distress whose life was threatened. She was sitting on the floor, chest tied up to a table leg. Kai was babbling about his revenge and plan to take over the Gemini coven before murdering them all. Lilly was keeping still, observing him making his speech. She couldn't help but smile warmly at certain parts concerning his twin sister and remaining siblings….

Kai caught her expression. She looked rather deranged…. Or, was she agreeing with his plan ? She surely wouldn't.

“I know what you're hiding.”

Kai stopped in the middle of a sentence. He frowned and tilted his head to the side, perturbed. He wasn't hiding anything. He was pretty well displaying any and every intention he had…. What did she know that he didn't ? "What are you talking about ?" He approached her, annoyed by her unreadable expression. She kept smiling at everything he said and did. She was supposed to be scared, for heaven’s sake !

"I know what you're hiding.” She repeated, suddenly bringing a hand up to his cheek.

Kai violently grabbed her wrist. He was surprisingly able to siphon some magic. He didn't know she was a witch when he decided to kidnap her.

It hurt but Lilly stayed calm, containing her reaction. When he released her, Kai asked. "You have powers. Why don't you use them ?"

"You're stronger, it would be useless. I'd rather keep the energy I have."

He laughed. "I'll kill you.”

She didn't even flinch, didn't seem to be afraid in any way. She just strangely smiled. "I know. I want my dying wish.”

"You're insane.”

"Coming from you I'd say it's the truth. It doesn't matter anyway, right ? You’re gonna kill me.” She looked straight into his eyes as if she was searching for something.

Kai could absolutely kill her in a snap of a finger. However, her insisting glare made him uneasy. "What is it then ?"

"Let me touch you."

Kai raised his eyebrows.

"Nothing weird. I wanna touch your cheek."

A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Which one ?".

She sighed. "Jokes... Obviously." Her soft looks and kind smiles would be making anyone uncomfortable in that situation. "The cheek of your face."

Kai rolled his eyes. ‘Remember not to choose a boring one next time’, he told himself. He approached a little closer. "Go on. Your last wish.”

When Lilly finally touched his cheek, a warm light irradiated from her hand, Kai's face tingling. He forcefully gripped her wrist to pull her hand off of him. She let out a cry of pain but shut herself up right there. "What do you think you're doing ?"

"Nothing harmful. You can stop me anytime you want, correct ? Or, are you scared ?”

He eyed her up and down. He was not scared. He was… "Okay. Only because I feel generous today. I'll drain you of your magic in a minute anyway."

Again with her smile.... She brought her hand up to his cheek yet again. The same light emanated from her palm. After a few seconds, Kai instinctively closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

That's when he was overwhelmed by a dozen sensations all mixing together. It was too much.... His eyes darted open, and he slapped her arm away. "What..." He quickly got up. "What did you do to me ?"

"Made you see."

He frowned, staring down at her, head shaking from left to right. He was aware of his sharp intakes of breath, stronger with every second. He should have drained her magic, snapped her neck or just done something, anything. He couldn't.

One last smile from her and he couldn't take it anymore. He just stormed off, leaving her alone in the empty school. He didn't come back.

The end.

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justjessame · 11 months ago

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Something Wicked This Way Comes: Chapter 4

The first day of school in a place where I knew a handful of people should have been more nerve wracking, but it wasn’t - not when I barely stepped across the threshold and was met by Josette Parker looping my arm through hers and telling me how sorry she was for not being home when I arrived. And she kept up a continuous conversation with me through the hallways, asking to see my schedule so she could see which classes we’d be in together.

“We have all of the same morning classes,” she beamed at me and I felt a touch overwhelmed by her exuberance, but I could tell it was real - there wasn’t anything fake about Jo, which is what she asked me to call her after I insisted that “Eli” was my preferred moniker. Her smile dropped just a smidge when she murmured that I’d be with Kai all afternoon, and I thought whatever worry she had was misplaced - it wasn’t as if he’d just suck all my magic from me in a crowded room.

“Kai?” I knew that she must know that I knew about him - she barely introduced herself to me, something I wondered if I’d done when meeting new people that were part of our coven - but I wanted to see what she’d say about her twin.

Her eyes flashed to mine, but I waited her out, if she wanted me to spell out my curiosity than I would - eventually - right now I wanted to hear and see what she really thought of him. “Malachai, but we call him Kai,” she bit her lip and I knew she wanted an excuse to end the conversation - sadly we were both far too early for classes to start, so we had more than enough time to kill. “He’s my twin,” nodding at her to go on, she sighed. “You know about his -” and that’s when a dark haired boy, a little taller than Jo, slid up beside her. “Kai,” far from the warmth and ease she’d had with me, I could hear the added tension that came from his presence, and the smirk his lips donned told me he knew he caused it. “This is -”

“Elinor Crawford,” he studied me like I was something vaguely interesting, but his real purpose was to cause Jo a little irritation - which wasn’t really odd for siblings, from what I’d heard from my friends back home who had their own version of Kai. “I’d offer my hand, but I think we both know that no one wants us to get too close,” damn, that sounded ominous, but there was a twinkle in his eyes - stormy blue gray and they were now locked on my face. “Pity, isn’t it?”

“A pity?” He was playing with me, but I wasn’t entirely sure of what the game was. “What’s there to pity?”

His smirk grew into an almost predatory smile as he leaned closer to me, Jo’s hand on my arm tightened the closer he got. His breath ruffled my hair when he was close enough to be able to whisper and still be heard in the growing din of the hallway. “Pity that you’ll never know just how dangerous a touch from me can be.”

Is it normal for a thirteen year old guy to offer something so absolutely tempting to a girl his age? Because I wasn’t sure, but I also wasn’t entirely sure I should feel a warmth growing inside me - and it wasn’t a blush on my face, no my face felt completely cool and still.

“We’ll see,” the words slipped out and I both heard and felt his gasp, he was so close. And then the warning bell rang and Jo pulled me into our first class. I couldn’t fight the urge to glance back at Kai, standing in a crowd that moved around him with enough space that they were more crowded than him, but his gaze was fixed on me.

“How was school?” Eve was waiting for me when Jo and I parted at the walkway to my house, a glass of milk and some still warm from the oven cookies on the small table on the porch.

Taking the seat on the other side of the table from her and dropping my heavier than when I left that morning backpack beside me, I smiled as I picked up a cookie and took a bite. Moaning around the chocolate and sugar, I took my time in just how I should answer her. The short and sweet answer was that it was good, great even - aside from Jo there were plenty of people who had chosen to pull me into their orbit, offering sleepovers, trips to the mall, and all the other silly shit my friends and I had filled our time with Before. The long answer was that I could barely sit still during lunch, knowing that after if ended I’d be released from the careful and safe comfort of Jo’s company and be in Kai’s classes, which had me wondering what to expect after our interesting introduction.

“Was it that bad?” Concern dripped from her tone, and a glance told me her brows were pinched and her teeth were worrying her bottom lip - a family trait that she, my mom, and I all shared. “If it is, we can look into alternatives.”

Shaking my head, I took a sip of the cool milk before I spoke. “It wasn’t bad, I was just trying to choose what to tell you first -”

And so I told her - and just like with my parents, when they’d ask me the same thing every first day of school - I told her everything.

I felt him before I turned my head and found him so close that he could have leaned in and his lips would have been on my cheek.

“Hey, Kai,” I was putting my morning books away so I could gather my afternoon class stuff before I headed to meet Jo and our group at lunch. “What’s up?”

I’d been at the school for six months and Kai and I were still circling one another as if we weren’t sure what the heck the other was - which to be fair, I’m not sure we did. I mean we’re still barely teenagers, didn’t my mom say I wouldn’t know who I really was until I was like twenty?

“Have lunch with me?” Wait, what? I dropped my backpack from the shock of his abrupt invitation. “Or not,” rolling my eyes when I realized that my backpack had landed on his foot.

Sighing, I knelt and picked up my bag, looking up at him I could see that he was watching me - that same intent study that he’d done since the first time we’d been face to face. “Why?” Too blunt, Eli, too blunt. “I mean -” his smirk returned and I had to fight another eye roll.

“I don’t know,” his hand came up to rub over the back of his head and for once he looked less cocky and sure - even if he was entirely alone in the small crowd of our classmates. “Thought it might be something to try.”

“OK,” stuffing my bag back into my locker, I pulled out my wallet, but his hand came up - not touching me but clearly wanting to stop me from getting it.

“I’ll pay,” I nearly dropped the wallet like I had the bookbag, but managed to keep my shit steady for once. “I asked, I’ll pay.”

“Alright,” shutting my wallet inside my bag and closing my locker, which automatically locked, I turned and gestured for him to lead the way.

And that’s when I stopped having lunch with Jo and started having lunch with Kai, not that it changed our friendship - much.

#kai parker x oc #alternate universe #the vampire diaries #slow burn #eventual smut #eventual romance

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feralcherry · 2 years ago

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Hanne and klaus and yeona and elijah do wife swap. What happens?

Bonus - what if it happens while Hanne is with kai and yeona is with damon?

OH MY GUFKCING SDKJFAS

Okay, woo, alright.

Hanne and Elijah would actually just be chilling out together. They'd probably read. He's read something long and helpful in some way, or some ancient text that is actually secretly romance. Hanne is definitely reading something horror-related or a medical textbook on anatomy because it intrigues her. Hanne would think of this as a nice break from her husband (Klaus) and get to spend more time with her brother-in-law.

Yeona and Klaus on the other hand.... Every dinner has Yeona doing this.

And Klaus is probably slumped against the dining table, his neck snapped or a fork in it. She'd want to EAT IN PEACE, thank you. He needs to stop pressuring her to eat humans. She's trying to be good and he's not listening.

It's funny that nice little Yeona is the one actually wrecking Klaus's shit. But she can't stand his ass sometimes. She'd miss her husband (Elijah) and want to go home early.

PART TWO IS EVEN WORSE dear lord

Firstly, I don't think Kai would like Yeona. Yeona tries too hard to be good and doesn't reflect him the way Hanne does. So they are either trying to scrap over a bag of pork rinds and drawing blood or they are ending the experiment early for the sake and health of everyone around.

Same with Hanne and Damon. Except I think Hanne would have already killed Damon. Like the second he pisses her off, she'd be like :)) and drug his drink and stake him. She'd take Kai being annoying and loud over Damon's anything any day.

lmfaoo i loved this question, thank you so much!!!

@katherineholmes

#asks #lover's prelude #in aeternum #yeona noe #hanne nyland #klaus mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x oc #kai parker x oc

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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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Magic~Kai Parker

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

Night has fallen over Mystic Falls like a veil of shadows and mystery, and you tighten your jacket around your shoulders as you walk through the woods. The air is thick with magic, an electric energy that glides over your skin like a dangerous promise. You know he’s back. You feel it in your bones, in the tension of the group as you work together to bring Bonnie back.

Kai Parker. The name is a poison on your tongue, a whisper that turns your blood cold. He’s been trapped in his own personal hell, punished for the atrocities he’s committed, and now he walks among the living once again. You’ve tried to brace yourself for his return, but nothing can truly dull the effect he has on you when your eyes meet his.

He’s waiting for you. Leaning casually against a tree, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket,the smile dancing on his lips is that of a predator.

“You really are the witch of the group,” he says with an amused tone, tilting his head as he looks you up and down. “I thought you were more… boring.”

You stifle a sigh, your eyes blazing with defiance. “And I thought you’d stay in hell.”

Kai laughs, a deep, sharp sound. “I was bored. And apparently, someone decided to tear me away from that cozy little place.” He steps forward, and the air around you thickens, filled with the magic he stole from the Travelers. “Now, tell me… how do you plan on getting Bonnie back? I guess you don’t want me around?”

Your jaw tightens. He knows you need him, that his power is the only key to unlocking the gap between you and Bonnie. And he hates you for it. Or maybe it’s something else burning in his pale eyes as he looks at you, an interest too dangerous to ignore.

“We need your magic,” you admit through gritted teeth. “But we don’t trust you.”

Kai holds up his hands in surrender. “And I’m supposed to trust you? You make me look like the bad guy.”

“Because you are.”

A flash of amusement crosses his gaze, and in an instant, he moves faster than you can react. Before you can defend yourself, his face is inches from yours, and his fingers are touching your wrist, a light touch but filled with power. Your heart races, not just from the tension of the situation, but from something darker stirring deep inside.

“There’s something about you…” Kai murmurs, his gaze sliding from your face to your lips. “You’re different from other witches. Maybe that’s why I like you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s not a confession of love, not with that arrogant tone and that cheeky smile. And yet, you feel the heat of his magic creeping through your body, a tempting and forbidden call.

“Kai, stop.” Your voice is firm, but he doesn’t move.

“Are you sure?” His hand rises and a wave of energy envelops you, an echo of the magic he’s absorbed. “I can feel you. The way your magic reacts to mine. It’s electrifying, isn’t it?”

Gritting your teeth, you walk away with a determined stride. “Help us bring Bonnie back, and then you’ll be a problem that needs to be eliminated again.”

Kai smiles again, but this time there’s something sharper in his gaze. Something that warns you that this isn’t the end, but only the beginning of a dangerous game between the two of you.

And as you watch him, heart pounding in your chest, you realize that the real problem isn’t just him… but what you start to feel when he looks at you like that.

And that's how you ended up in your room with him while you were fucking. Kai was meanwhile transferring the magic he had stolen from the other witches to you. Kai's hands roam over your body, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. His lips capture yours in a bruising kiss as he presses you against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You can feel the magic pulsing between you, a tangible force that makes your skin tingle and your blood rush.

"Let me in," Kai murmurs against your lips, his voice a husky command. "Let me give you everything."

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your core. A shudder runs through you, desire and fear warring within you.

"You're playing with fire," you warn, but your voice lacks conviction. The magic is too intoxicating, the pull too strong.

Kai smirks, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "I'm the fire, sweetheart.

You moaned holding on to him as you felt his cock inside you and felt the magic he was transferring to you. Kai's thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the magic coursing through your veins, filling you up and making you feel invincible. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin as you hold on for dear life.

"Fuck," Kai groans, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel incredible."

His hips snap forward, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl. You cry out, your back arching off the wall. The magic intensifies, pulsing in time with your heartbeats. It's overwhelming, consuming, and you're not sure where Kai ends and you begin.

"More,"you gasp, your body trembling with need. Kai's lips find yours in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. He moves with a rough grace, as if your body is an instrument he knows how to play perfectly. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, his thrusts growing more urgent.

"You're mine," he growls, his eyes locked with yours. "Every inch of you."

You melt beneath his gaze, your mind clouded with desire. You know in this moment that you're powerless to resist him, your magic surging.

You feel the magic building inside you, a pressure that threatens to consume you. Kai's thrusts grow more frenzied, his breathing ragged as he chases his own release. You can sense the power within him, the stolen magic that he's pouring into you, filling you up until you're overflowing.

"Yes," you hiss, your head falling back against the wall. "Give it to me. All of it."

Kai's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh as he comes with a shuddering groan. The magic explodes within you, a burst of light and energy that leaves you gasping for breath.

You collapse against him, your body spent and trembling, as the magic begins to fade. You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by what just happened, by the intense connection between the two of you. Kai's arms wrap around you, his touch surprisingly gentle, his breath warm on your skin.

"That was... intense," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "You're something else, you know that?"

You look up at Kai, your eyes searching his. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that you've never seen before, a softness that belies his usual arrogance. You're tempted to lean into his touch, to let yourself believe that there's something more between you than just magic and lust.

But the rational part of your brain screams at you to be careful. Kai Parker is a sociopath. Getting involved with him would be a mistake.

And yet, as he holds you close, his magic still pulsing gently through your veins, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a part of him that's worth saving. Or maybe you're just fooling yourself, drawn in by the allure of the forbidden.

"Kai..." you start, but he silences you with a finger to your lips.

"Shh" he whispers.Kai's finger traces your lips, his touch featherlight. "Don't overthink it," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "Just for tonight, let's not think about the past or the future. Let's just be here, in this moment."

His other hand slides up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tilts your head back, exposing your neck, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your pulse point. "Stay with me," he whispers against your skin. "Let me take care of you."

You shiver, your body responding to his touch despite your reservations. There's a part of you that wants to give in, to let go of all the doubts and fears and just lose yourself in him. But you know that doing so would be dangerous, not just for your heart, but for your soul.

"I can't," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest. "We can't. You know why."

Kai's eyes flash with something dark and intense. "Because of what I am?"

Kai's grip on your hair tightens slightly, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Is that what scares you? The fact that I'm not like other men?"

His other hand slides down to your hip, his fingers digging in possessively. "You think I don't know what I am? What I've done?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But you're not afraid of me, are you? You're afraid of how I make you feel. Of the fact that when I touch you, you forget about everything else."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes boring into yours. "Admit it. You want me. Just as much as I want you."

You swallow hard, your heart racing in your chest. Kai's words hit too close to home, exposing the truth that you've been trying to deny. He's right. You are afraid. Afraid of the intensity of your feelings, of the way he makes you question everything you thought you knew about right and wrong.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I'm afraid. Because I do want you. And it terrifies me."

Kai's expression softens, a rare vulnerability flashing in his eyes. "I know," he murmurs, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. "I'm afraid too. Afraid of what I might do if I let myself have you completely."

The admission hangs heavy between you, the vulnerability of the moment taking you both by surprise. There's a crack in Kai's armor that you've never seen before, a glimmer of sincerity that makes your heart ache. He takes a step back from you, running a hand through his hair as he tries to regain his composure.

"This changes nothing," he says at last, his voice gruff. "I'm still a monster."

You meet his gaze, a mixture of defiance and compassion in your eyes. "And yet, I still want you. Despite everything."

Kai stares at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and something that looks almost like hope. "You're insane," he says, but there's no heat behind the words. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

You step forward, closing the distance between you once again. "I'm saying that I see you," you whisper, your hand reaching out to cover his heart. "Not just the monster everyone else sees. But the man underneath. The man who's capable of feeling, of caring."

Kai's hand comes up to cover yours, his grip tight. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, but his voice is trembling slightly. "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you."

"So don't stop," you challenge, your eyes locked with his.

Kai's control snaps, and he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body as he pours all of his frustration, his desire, his fear into the kiss. You melt into him, your hands gripping his shirt as you kiss him back with equal fervor.

He walks you backwards until you're pressed against the wall, his hips pinning you in place. His hands roam over your body, touching you like he's trying to memorize every inch of you. You can feel the hard length of him pressing against your stomach, and you arch into him, desperate for more.

Kai breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kai's head falls back with a thud as your lips wrap around his hard length. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as you take him deeper. You can feel him pulsing against your tongue, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second.

"That's it," he groans, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Fuck, you look so good with your mouth on my cock."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you double your efforts, sucking and licking with a fervor that surprises even yourself. You want to drive him wild, to make him forget about everything except the pleasure you're giving him.

Kai's grip on your hair tightens, and he starts to thrust into your mouth, his movements growing more urgent.

“Damnit,” Kai grunts, his head falling back against the wall. “If you keep doing that…I won’t be able to hold back.”

There is a dangerous edge to his voice, a warning that he's close to losing control. You feel the power and the heat of his magic coursing through you, making you feel alive and vulnerable all at once.

You pull back, your lips swollen and your eyes dark with desire. "Then don't hold back," you challenge, your voice husky. "Show me what you're really capable of."

Kai's eyes flash with a primal hunger, and in an instant, he's lifting you up and spinning you around. He bends you over the nearby table, his hand pressing firmly on your back. You can feel the cool wood against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"I warned you," he growls, his hand sliding up your thigh to grip your hip. "You asked for this."

With a swift motion, he enters you from behind, filling you completely.

You cry out, your fingers digging into the table as Kai starts to move. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The magic within you responds to his touch, pulsing and surging in time with his movements.

"Fuck," Kai grits out, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're so tight. So perfect."

His free hand snakes around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"Yes," you gasp, pushing back against him. "More. Harder."

Kai obliges, his hips slamming into yours with brutal force. The table creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing. You can feel the magic reaching a fever pitch, the energy crackling in the air around you.

You cry out, completely lost in the sensations. Your mind is clouded, your body responding to his touch as if it were hardwired. The magic between you crackles like lightning, intensifying with every movement.

"That's it," Kai murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you."

His words fuel the fire within you, sending your control spiraling out of reach. The table beneath you seems to grow more unstable, the magic around you growing more chaotic.

Kai's movements become erratic, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. You can feel him swelling inside you, his release approaching. The magic within you responds, coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like you might burst.

"Come with me," Kai demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Now."

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, the magic exploding outwards in a burst of light and energy. The table beneath you shatters, the pieces flying across the room as you both ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Kai collapses against your back, his body shaking with the force of his release.

You both remain there for a moment, panting and trembling in the aftermath of your intense encounter. The room is filled with the scent of magic and sweat, the air still crackling with energy. Slowly, Kai pulls away from you, his movements unsteady.

"Fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That was... intense."

You turn to face him, your own legs shaking slightly. "Yeah," you agree, a small smile playing on your lips. "It was."

Kai's gaze lingers on you, a mixture of satisfaction and something softer in his eyes. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You're something else," he murmurs. "I don't know what it is about you, but... I can't get enough."

His words send a flutter through your chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. You know that getting involved with Kai is dangerous, that he's a man with a dark past and a volatile present but you don't care.

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wonderfullyinlovewithlife · 5 months ago

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Chat, in all seriousness, do you think Kai Parker would vape???

Because I fear he would pick it up to try, at least once, to see what all the fuss is about. But knowing him as he is, faults and all, I know he'd stick with it. Part of me thinks he would do so because of how he has been set up to function, fixating on things that ease his anxiety, but then, another part of me knows he would stick too it because of how douche it would make him look. Just imagine the side eyes DAMON would be giving him.

Just imagine you're studying in your room, he's on your bed, and then suddenly the room fills with lemon-strawberry-scented sweetness. You turn to look at him to ask, quite naturally: 'What the fuck?' and you just catch him staring contemplatively at the ceiling, vape in mouth, as he looks as if he's trying to figure out the mystery that is life (what he wants to eat for lunch).

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idontca3e · 19 days ago

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Kai and realities

I opened my eyes, it had happened again...different world.. different reality. I've been waking up in different realities since i was a little girl. I haven't discovered if they were real or just dreams.

I felt like someone was watching me, but when i turned around no one was there. Suddenly a young and may i mention handsome guy stood next to me:

- I thought only Damon and Bonnie came here...Well who might you be? -

he asked me with a beautiful smile. He was so beautiful, brown hair, and those blue eyes..

- Hi...I'm Kim -

I said softly, he truly was mesmerizing. I wondered was this just another dream or reality, but then why was there only me and him. The guy smiled back, taking a moment to check me out. I was indeed pretty girl, brown straight hair till shoulders and brown sharp eyes pretty. He chuckled and moved closer to me.

- Well, it's nice to meet you Kim. I'm Kai -

He held his hand out for me to shake. I took his hand and shook it lightly. It was the best feeling Kai has ever experienced. My hand was soft and gentle. Kai's eyes widened slightly at the feeling of my soft and gentle touch. He wasn't expecting it to feel so pleasant, especially considering that most people's touch was something he learned to avoid.

He held my hand tighter, his grip soft and gentle, as if he was hesitant to let go. His eyes roamed over my features.

- You have beautiful eyes, Kim -

He spoke softly. Kai couldn't understand why he was so drawn to me.

- Thank you -

I said softly. Kai couldn't help but chuckle softly at my shy response.

- No need to thank me for stating the obvious. -

He continued to hold my hand, tracing small circles on my hand. Kai couldn't remember the last time he felt so drawn to another person.

- Do you have any place to stay? -

I asked him. Kai tilted his head slightly at my question.

- no, I don't. I've been stuck here in prison world for years, and there's not really anyplace to go. -

We walked and walked around prison world looking for a place to stay, when we saw a big beautiful house. We stepped inside. The house was spacious with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to come in. Kai seemed to be taking in every detail of the house.

- This place isn't too bad -

He commented, running a hand along the back of an old couch. Kai walked over to that couch and sat on it, gesturing for me to join him. I sat next to him.

- You know, I still don't understand how i got here -

Kai chuckled softly.

- Welcome to the club -

He leaned against couch, his legs stretched out in front of him. after a moment, Kai looked over at me, his gaze studying my face once again.

- But seriously, I don't know how you got here either -

He said seriously. I looked at him studying his face before i decided to trust him, something in me told me i can trust this man.

- I remember i was going to sleep...it was late and full moon shined above sky.. I read a book before laying down and the next thing i know, everything was like...sparkling, incredibly beautiful and then it stopped and i opened my eyes and I was in middle of road what you call prison world. -

Kai listened intently as i recounted my experience.

- Full moon, you say? And everything was was shining, like glittering? -

kai asked me surprised. I nodded.

- It has happened before, but each time it feels like it was all a dream -

After a moment, he looked at me, curious.

- This has happened before? You've experienced this shining, glittering effect while trying to sleep? -

- Yes and i dreamt about many different things, but they were so real.. like I was in that time -

kai let out a soft chuckle, a hint of amusement in his voice:

- Well, isn't that something? You've got quite unique experience there- he paused for a moment - But these dreams... You say they were so real that they felt like you were actually in that time?-

- Yes, I could feel grass beneath my feet and wind blow trough my hair -

Kai's expression grew more thoughtful as i spoke. He seemed genuinely intrigued.

- That's... quite remarkable, actually. These dreams seem to be more than just hallucinations. - he paused for a moment before speaking again - You said you read a book before going to sleep, right? -

- Yes, each time different one -

Kai leaned forwards this time, his curiosity piqued even more.

- different books every time? Any particular thing that all these books have in common? -

he said. I thought for a moment before answering:

- All of them are fantasy books -

- Fantasy books.. There could be something there. Perhaps these books triggers these dreams, or maybe even transports your consciousness to different realities... just out of curiosity ..what was the book you read before you ended up here? -

- I read about a guy who is very lonely and stuck in some alternative reality. He needed to find his escape and love of his life -

Kai let out a soft, amused chuckle at my answer

- A story about a lonely guy trapped in an alternative reality, huh? One where he needed to find his way out and the love of his life? Sounds quite familiar, to be honest... -

- how so -

i asked curiously. Kai smirked lightly.

- Well, think about it. It's not everyday you come across a story about someone being thrown into alternate reality and having to find their way out. And finding the love of their life on top of it all sounds like some kind of destiny or prophecy. I'd say there's a certain resemblance to our current situation, don't you think? -

Kai couldn't sleep that night thinking about this all. He stared at ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts.

- Kai, Kai I remember! -

I called as i suddenly ran in his room and sat in bed

Kai was startled out of his thoughts by the sudden sound of the door slamming open and me barging into the room. He sat up abruptly, his sleep-deprived mind trying to process what was happening.

- Every time i was i different reality or a dream I had a guy... he loved me... no matter the circumstances, no matter the story, no matter the decade. But i never remembered his face after i woke up -

I said in rush. Kai sat in silence for a moment. After a few moments , he spoke softly:

- So... you're saying that in every one of these dreams or realities, you were loved by someone, but you can't remember his face? -

I nodded. Kai studied my face before speaking:

- Interesting.. what else do you remember about him? -

- Every time I was destined with him and we ended up together. But right before he could kiss me i woke up. Also i been wearing this necklace all my life since i was a born, my mom says it's from my grand grandmother. Every time i touch it before falling asleep i end up in some reality i read about. And the books i read.. i found them all in our attic. There are hundreds of them, it's also from my grand grandmother -

Kai's expression turned contemplative as i mentioned the books

- Hundreds of them, huh? And they all belonged to your grandmother... Do you know who she was? -

- Well, i once heard my parents talking about some kind of witch... it was when i was a baby, yes i know people don't remember anything from their baby years, but i do. I remember them saying "She's just like her" after i was just born -

Kai looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise

- A witch, you say? And they said you're "just like her"... Tell me more about this witch your parents mentioned. -

- There is one book in attic that is like a dairy. If we got out of this world i would show you a picture. It's my grand grandmother, she's so beautiful... There was also written something about different realities and fairytales. Many dried plants like flowers, but the ones you never see in real life. Some words were strange like Latin. -

Kai's expression grew increasingly intrigued

- Latin? That would make sense if your grandmother truly was a witch. Many ancient spell books were written in Latin. Could you remember any of the words or phrases? -

- Ignis in corde,flamma in manu, Exsurge, potestas, nunc ad meam voluntatem! Fiat quod volo - nunc et semper! -

I said in precise Latin. Kai's eyebrows raised in surprise at my perfect Latin.

- impressive, that's flawless... Did your parents teach you Latin? -

- No, i knew it since the day i was born, i just never told anyone -

- You knew it since the day you were born? That's... unusual. It's not common thing for someone to just know a foreign language from birth... You mentioned your grandmother wad a witch.. Could there be any other clues in the dairy? -

- there is one spell i think about a lot. It says, Luna sussurrans, noctem aperi, Verum sub velis ostende mihi. Per somnia clavis, per lumen via, Fiat lux in mente mea. -

Kai listened intently.

- That's quite fascinating spell... do you know what it means? -

i nodded

- it means, Moon that whispers, open the night, Show me truth beneath the veil. Through dreams a key, trough light a path, Let there be light in my mind. -

Kai nodded, impressed by my knowledge

- do you know the purpose of it? -

- it's to see the meaning of your dreams -

- So it's meant to interpret dreams and their meaning.. do you know why your grandmother chose the name "spell of the moon's whisper"? there seems to be a strong connection to the moon in the spell. -

- well, the necklace I'm wearing is also moonstone -

Kai looked at me, his gaze thoughtful

- moonstone...that explains it. Moonstone stone is said to unlock hidden powers and inner knowledge, which is why its often linked to dream recall and insight -

I suddenly realised what was happening

- i think i know what's happening... I'm a witch -

Kai looked surprised his eyes widening

- A witch, you say? How certain are you about that? -

- Very! Because think. I have a necklace that was only given to me. I have a twin sister and she has no necklace or jewellery given as baby. The necklace is moonstone. My grandma is moon witch. I know Latin since I was born. I see and visit different realities. The books lead me in different realities, and it never happened to my sister who also read them -

Kai listened intensely, nodding slowly

- I think you might be right. All of the signs point towards you being a witch... a very powerful one at that -

I smiled softly, happy we got to bottom of this at least

- Promise you won't tell anyone? -

i asked as i took his hands and small electricity shot trough us both

- I promise, i won't tell anyone -

Kai said as he felt the shock of the small electricity

- so the only thing that we need to discover if you're the guy from all my realities -

Small smirk formed on Kai's mouth

- You think I'm the guy from your dreams? -

- I think so. Cos think... every reality, the same guy. Every time a fairytale. Every time ends with that almost kiss... There is only one way to test it -

i looked him in the eyes

- alright... how do we test it? -

kai asked

- Kiss me. If i wake up it won't be you, but if i stay it's you -

Kai's eyes widened for a moment, his expression surprised. He wasn't expecting me to ask for a kiss

- are...are you sure about this? -

i nodded and held his hands as the connection swirled trough our bodies. Kai felt the connecting between you. He closed the distance between us, his lips brushing aginst mine in tender kiss. Electricity shot trough kai's body, his heart racing as he deepened the kiss his hands coming to cradle my face.

- it's you -

i said softly as we broke the kiss. Kai felt a mix of emotions at my words

- me? - he said softly - I'm the guy you've been dreaming about, the guy you've been seeing in your realties? -

i nodded

- every single one of them -

Kai's expression softened. A smile formed on his mouth

- it's me...-

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mikaelsonincorrectquotes · 2 years ago

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Y/n: Hey, Kai, can you help me with my zipper?

Kai: Yeah, I’m on it!

Y/n:

Kai:

Y/n: UP, Kai.

Kai: Right, sorry. Force of habit.

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coco-cinnamon · 2 months ago

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Kai Parker Masterlist

/ SMUT - ★ / FLUFF - ♡ / ANGST - ❦ / DARK CONTENT - .ᐟ /

IMAGINES.ᐟ

↳ Needy In Many Ways ★

BLURBS AND DRABBLES.ᐟ

↳ nothing yet...

SERIES AND PARTERS.ᐟ

↳ nothing yet...

HEADCANNONS.ᐟ

↳ nothing yet...

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

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years ago

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“If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you - what are you doing?”

“Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

Summary -> whilst on the hunt for a loose hybrid that is killing people, your friends pair you up with Kai, who has recently gotten his sister’s magic (1k)

Warnings -> death, murder, dead body, blood, fluff, swearing

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He was getting on your last nerve, it was infuriating that the scooby gang had paired you up with the homicidal sociopath. They had told you that it was necessary to have his help to find the rogue hybrid that had killed numerous people already, Kai now has Jo's magic, he could siphon away the monster's ability long enough for you to take it out without injuring.

And once again you had found a body in the victim's apartment, confirming the suspicions that you had that the murders weren't random. They were selected, chosen prey for the animal that had a hunger to rip their guts out. "Someone had a messy meal." Kai laughed, smearing the blood from the bottom of his boots onto the threaded rug in the living space.

"God Kai! Somebody's dead, now isn't the time for your sadistic jokes!" Although he struggled with emotions, he could at least have pretended to have some sympathy in your presence. The sight of blood was making you feel queasy, but you had to remain strong for the task that was at hand. "See if you can find anything that can tell us who this thing is."

"I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we've still got nothing on this hybrid. But there is something that I want to see..." whilst he rambled you turned your back to him. It was so darn annoying how cute he was, it was a waste of a perfectly good face considering that he was anything but attractive on the inside. He was the bad guy, and you weren't supposed to like those kinds of men.

They were dangerous, and just being close to them... him, would end in you being harmed. "Boop." A finger nudged at your back causing you to roll your eyes at his antics. He never let up. "I've never met a faerie before, so tell me, can you fly?" It was the same old questions, emitted from the witch's voice this time.

This was exactly why you had tried your best to stay away from Kai without additional company - you were frightened that he would corrupt you. And there was no going back for a faerie that had gone dark, they relied upon the shadows rather than the light, and they craved power, an endless supply of it. That wouldn't be you, you wouldn't allow Kai or anyone else to unlock that side of you.

"No Kai. We don't fly and we don't have wings." Boop. He touched your back with the tip of his index finger again. "Stop. Please." But he didn't, he repeated it again and again until you finally snapped, which was a brave move on your part considering how fragile of a creature you were. "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?"

Being paired up with him was like babysitting a child you swore. "Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it." He smiled as he looked out of the window before something on the sill caught his eye. A red fingerprint. "Listen to me before you get all temperamental will you Y/N?" His hands were raised in a surrender, and thus you tilted your head at him. "As a faerie, what is that you can actually do?"

You sighed, knowing that Kai would uncover your special talent sooner than later. "I can see things from a perspective, if there's evidence that the person or being was there. Why?" Kai beckoned you over to him and then you saw it, the bloody proof that the hybrid had been there. It definitely was the mark of the hybrid, as there was no blood stained on the victim's hands.

You felt so happy, and you relieved, before you knew it you were pulling Kai into an excitable hug. "We did it. His name's Tony Matthews, and he's..." you felt as though you were going to puke, "killing faeries." Kai's eyes widened, as he grasped your elbows, and you surprised yourself for not feeling afraid or weary. "We have to get you out of here." He began pulling you to the exit, but you stopped him.

"Why do you care Kai? I can't exactly fly away from this, it's going to find me if he's still in Mystic Falls." You pulled your arms back, crossing them over your chest in an unimpressed manner. He rolled his eyes at your behaviour, nervously licking his lips as he thought of you being hunted. For all he knew, you could be next.

"Because- because I care about you Y/N! You're the only person who makes me feel something, and I'm not going to let you die because you're a stubborn little princess who will do the exact opposite of whatever I say!" His voice was loud, echoing off the walls as his eyes burned into you. "Now will you leave here with me, please? I need to get you somewhere safe." Kai held his hand to you, he was anxiously awaiting your reply. If you refused he was prepared to hoist you over his shoulder and take you far away, even to Portland if he had to.

"Not until I do this." Kai was about to argue his case but he was postponed from doing so when you pulled him down to your height and pushed your lips against his. The blood around you was distant from your mind, you were lost in Kai Parker, but you didn't feel any different. There was no darkness drowning your insides, only a spark of everlasting joy.

Kai was annoying, but you liked it when he rattled your patience. It was the attention that he reserved for just you that caused you to secretly swoon. You'd go anywhere that he wanted to, as long as he was by your side. He wanted to protect you, and when Malachai put his deranged mind to something, he was insistent with it, and so you felt safe.

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chronic-escapixt · 2 years ago

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His Rose ~ Part 3

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, innocence kink, dacryphilia, smut, masturbation, size kink, p in v, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 2.7k

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His voice was silky in a way that sent shivers down her spine yet so sarcastic and humorous that he could make her smile and giggle like an airhead until it was beyond embarrassing. He talked with his hands so she learned to watch them more than his mouth, though he equally performed with his lips. The dark and silver rings he started wearing made them more of a spectacle and she fantasized about how his skilled fingers could pleasure and punish her body.

Whether they were preparing for the eclipse or handling mundane activities, her mind drifted but she tended to keep her daydreams at bay.

Night was entirely another story.

All she had was her stuffed lamb to keep her company. While lamby was a good listener and offered the softest cuddles, she couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel in her bed. Some nights she fully got off to the thought of him entering her room when he thinks she’s sleeping, feeling the bed dip under his weight, then the ripping of her nightdress from her skin, his strong arms hiking her legs over his shoulders and using her like a fucktoy for his pleasure like the gangsters and brutes would do to the pure damsels in her favorite novels, consumating a twisted romance built on passion and control. Pushing her face into the pillows she tried to quiet her moans but a few would slip free.

He was not only observant but hungry. He noticed everything, how she reacted to him when they were close, her muffled moans through the thin walls that left him throbbing all night, the way she took extra care to style her curls every morning, put on a little extra mascara, and exclusively dressed in flowy dresses and mini skirts. He knew what she wanted but she was too shy to ask for it so he had fun messing with her, breaking her down with his subtle advances until she was just as starved. He was a wolf and she was a fluffy unsuspecting bunny and as much as he craved her tender flesh, he loved the chase.

One morning, he found her straining on her tiptoes to reach a jar of jam on a high shelf and came up behind her, grabbing it down with ease while caging her small form threateningly, staying there longer than necessary. The lingering proximity made her curse under her breath. His heat and scent intoxicating, lowering her inhibitions enough that her body betrayed her, arching into him. Brushing against his body for the briefest moment, enough to surprise him, making him intake a sharp breath and stiffen. He struggled to regain his composure as she turned and grabbed the jar from his hands with a rushed, “thank you.”

She couldn’t slip out from under him before he snatched her wrists and pinned her to the marble counter, his primal growl rumbling in her ears.

“You feel that, kitten?” His hips bucked into her, pressing his hard-on against the groove of her ass. She responded with a gasp. “Don’t tell me you thought you were gonna’ grind your cute little ass on me then leave me all hot n’ bothered..”

She scoffed at him, “maybe I was… It’s not like you’re gonna’ do anything about it.” Her defiant body wriggled against him, in turn he snatched a fistful of her curls eliciting a desperate whine from the back of her throat.

“Such a brat.. m’ gonna’ have to fuck that outta’ you, huh?” He reached down, hiking up her skirt, fondling her mound which had grown damp with his teasing. “Always walking around in these tiny skirts, s’ like you’re begging me to ruin you,” he mused as he freed his cock, sliding her panties aside and finally plunging into her silky heat with one brutal thrust.

“Hey, Kai… uhh Kai?” She pulled him from his mind-consuming fantasy.

“… huh?” His throat bobbled.

“Can you grab that flour for me too? I’m making puff pastry for breakfast.” He placed the sack of flour on the counter, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Do you want some?” With her head tilted to look up at him, doe eyes wide and soft lips forming that adorable pout, she looked way too corruptible. His pants strangled him.

“I’d like that,” he rasped.

So she started on the pastry while he slipped away to the bathroom where he rubbed one out to the thought of her pretty lips around his cock.

Sticks crunched beneath their feet along the forest trail as they walked off their breakfast.

“If you could siphon my magic the whole time, why not do the locator spell yourself?” She asked.

Kai faced her, walking backwards a few paces ahead. “I already knew I could do it and since you’re the one who has to do the spell to get us out of here, I needed to make sure you could use your magic.”

“Could you show me?” Her sweet voice sounding small and slightly uncertain, made him stop in his tracks. She stepped toward him, holding out her hand. “I want you to siphon my magic…. It will come back right?”

“Uh.. yeah. I’ll just take a little bit.” He reached toward her, but paused with a hesitant glance. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

She nodded with conviction, “Yes, I am.”

He took her hand and concentrated. An orange glow blossomed to the surface of her skin, accompanied by a tingly feeling like tv static or a limb starting to fall asleep. He released a shaky breath before letting go of her. She touched her hand as the feeling faded.

He knelt down and hovered his palm over a patch of soil, uttering a short spell. Moments later, an white petaled wildflower grew up from the little sprout. He plucked it and handed it to her, tiny goosebumps shot up her arm when their fingers brushed each other.

“You’re really good with magic,” she commented.

“Actually, I was going for a rose, but a daisy is cool too, I guess..” He shrugged. He rubbed his lips together as his eyes took in her sultry mouth. Her perfect cupid’s bow and plump lips that looked edible and oh so tempting.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her brow knit in curiosity.

His eyes flickered down. “I guess I’m kinda nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well- I mean- you’re like- you're really pretty,” he stammered, shifting nervously on his feet.

The butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings all at once, tickling her ribcage and a laugh burst out her mouth making her fluster more. “Thanks...” she whispered shyly.

“Ugh, just’ made it awkward, didn't I? Sorry. I have no filter sometimes…”

“It's okay. You’re really sweet.” She twirled the stem between her fingertips.

As he noticed the sun getting low an idea occurred to him.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked as they cut through heavy brush just off the trail.

“It’s a surprise,” he shot back with a wink.

He brought her to a clearing just before a rocky bluff that overlooked a crystal lake. The view was breathtaking, the orange sunset darkened to shades of red with purple fading in from above.

“Wow Kai, this is the most beautiful view I’ve ever s-” Her words left her when she noticed him stripping down, torso already bare as he discarded his belt. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled in response as he wordlessly rid himself of his cargo pants and stood only in boxer briefs. She tensed when he took quick strides toward her, scanning down his sculpted body with her eyes, snapping up from the prominent outline in his boxers the moment he spoke.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna come?” His tone dripping with cockiness.

“I-I wasn’t st- w-wha- come?!” It was her turn to stumble over her words.

He just shrugged, turned and ran before leaping over the edge.

“Kai!” she called out.

He burst up to the water’s surface and waved her forward. “Come on, Rose!”

“I-It’s too… cold,” she lied, hugging herself to sell her faux chills.

“The water feels fineee,” he sang while floating on his back.

“I don’t have a bathing suit!”

“You don’t need one! C’mon, are you really gonna’ make me swim alone?” He pressured her with a pout.

Her weak resolve crumbled. “Okay fine...”

He smiled to himself as she raised her shirt but stopped when she narrowed her eyes. “Turn around!” she ordered. He raised his hands in surrender before turning and resisting the temptation to peek while she removed her top and skirt and placed them neatly by his pile.

Heights were up there on her list of fears and the edge was at least 20 feet from the water.

“Am I allowed to turn back now?” His voice cut through her anxiety. She took a deep breath, reared back and dove in.

He spun around when he heard the water splash, slightly impressed that she actually jumped in after him. The water stirred as she came up from the surface, eyes piercing like a siren, wet curls clinging to her body. An invisible tide seemed to draw them impossibly closer without touching. She leaned into his caress when he reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to gently tug on her lower lip. He lifted her chin, moving closer, teasing her by hesitating a hair away from her lips before she eagerly gave into the mounting tension, pressing her mouth to his in a hungry kiss that he eagerly returned with the same fervor.

Their bodies were intertwined on the rocky shore as they greedily tasted each other. Her fingers tangled in the wet hairs at the nape of his neck, their lips becoming languid and sloppy before they parted in need of oxygen.

“We should head back to the house,” he whispered against her skin.

“Wait, can we stay a little longer? It’s so beautiful out here,” she smiled up at the twilight sky, the atmosphere was perfect, “… and I need you right now.”

He reclaimed her lips and explored her body with his hands, her supple thighs, the soft skin of her waist, and the swell of breast. She knowingly reached back and unclasped her bra, letting the fabric fall before he caressed them, thumbs rubbing and tweaking the perked buds to her delight.

She eyed him carefully when he pulled away and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“... no.. I was with someone… once,” she admitted softly.

“Did he make you cum?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t count,” he stated matter-of-factly, leaving trails of fire in the wake of his fingers on her inner thigh. “Did he ever.. eat you?”

She swallowed as his touch neared her clothed core, “n-no…”

His chuckle warmed her skin, “I can take two of your firsts tonight, if you let me.”

“... yes… please…” She sounded so breathy and needy.

He lowered himself down her body, kissing every square inch of skin along the way before he reached her trembling core. Watching as he stripped her of her panties, the instinct to hide herself neutralized by the grip he kept on her inner thigh, his cold rings biting into her flesh. He studied her delicate flower, the swollen bud darkened with arousal.

He inhaled her. "Rose, you're fuckin perfect.."

She blushed and whimpered when she felt him delve in with his warm tongue. Heat blossomed in her belly, hips uncontrollably bucked against his mouth.

“Sit still for me, princess.”

She obliged as best she could, thankful for his anchor-like grip. His tongue moved with deliberate expertise, parting her puffy folds so he could drink her from the source, thrusting in and out, drawing whimpers and slick that he swallowed down like sweet nectar.

Her fingers carded themselves through his damp hair, tugging at the roots, his hum of approval vibrating against her heat. She clenched around his fingers when two slid in knuckle-deep, working her over the edge in quick tandem with his skillful tongue. Her moans spurred him on, so pornographic he would have doubted they escaped her shy little mouth.

“Please… Kai, I-I’m gonna…”

Each flick of his tongue and brush of his diligent fingers had her seeing stars, she didn’t want it to end. He built her up gradually until the harsh sucking of her clit toppled her over the edge. It was like music when she arched and released a chorus of moans into the twilight air. Her climax gushed into his mouth messily as he continued slurping her up, her body trembled and whimpered from oversensitivity.

“Ahh.. mmm, Kai…” she pushed weakly at his shoulder.

He was a sinful vision, reluctantly pulling away to beam up at her with a cheshire grin, jaw glistening with her juices, lips pink and swollen. She was still reeling, curls disheveled and flat, mascara running, chest rising and falling, face red as a cherry as she tried to catch her breath. Kai ruined her so perfectly but he wanted to do so much more. He kissed her, letting her taste her lingering flavor on his lips.

Only a bit of maroon peeked out over the horizon, so they hurried back to the house before it was completely dark.

Her back barely touched the duvet before he pounced, grabbing at her waist and thighs to position her legs at either side of the bed, sucking on her neck and collarbone, fingers digging into her skin as they roamed likely to leave a mosaic of bruises by morning, but he relished in the little whimpers that escaped when he groped her a little too hard or bit down on the tender skin behind her ear, before soothing it with wet kisses. He impatiently rut his hips into hers, their moans harmonizing at the contact.

“Kaiiii…” she whined, too drunk on him feel ashamed of her neediness, “please…”

He smiled down at her, satisfied with his work.

Upon freeing his cock and stepping out of his briefs his member stood tall against his abdomen, already pulsing with need as precum pearled at the flushed tip. She audibly gasped at the sight.

He grin at this. “ya’ nervous, sweets? Wondering’ how my big cock is gonna’ fit inside you, huh?” he teased her while giving himself a few good pumps.

“Pleaseee.. fuck me already,” she begged, the anticipation made her legs twitch and core clench with need.

He swallowed her desperate pleas, claiming her mouth in a sloppy kiss of clashing tongues while collecting the arousal from her puffy folds with the head of his cock. Her breath hitched as he stretched past her tight resistance. He paid close attention, careful not to get lost in his own pleasure. He did want her to enjoy it too so she’d come back for more.

“Breathe, baby… I’m only half way- fucking god… you’re so tight…”

She sucked in a full breath as silent tears spilled down her cheeks but he kissed them away, savoring the salty fluid like a treat he earned, one he was determined to taste again.. and again. A broken sob escaped her lips when he sank the rest of the way in, her tight walls pulsing violently as she melded to his length.

“There’s no way you’re not a virgin…” he groaned, muscles straining as he waited for her to adjust. Her tears stopped but eyes still glistened beautifully. Trembling legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so overwhelmingly deep she could feel him in her belly, her core still drawing him deeper begging for more.

“please, I’m ready….” she breathed out.

His thrusts began with a steady rhythm, their moans mingling together with the creaking bed frame. “You’re.. taking me so well,” he croaked, closing his eyes to savor the way her velvet walls swallowed up each thrust, quickly reducing him to a sloppy, moaning mess. He rubbed her tender clit, making her belt out her orgasm before releasing his own.

Their spent bodies curled up together.

Rose stirred in bed, feeling around for his warmth when her eye popped open and confirmed his absence. Her shower thoughts were filled with the memories of his diligent hands, wicked tongue and massive cock that she felt in the residual aching of her sex. While scrunching conditioner through her hair she wondered why Kai wasn’t there when she woke up, her imagination running wild with the idea that their amazing night together was maybe not so great for him. But Rose tried to think the best, like she did with most things but her doubts nagged at her until she found him in the kitchen, standing over a hot skillet of pancakes. The table set with fresh orange juice, bacon and eggs that she shockingly didn’t smell earlier.

Kai turned when he heard her come in.

“Morning,” he greeted with a chaste kiss to her forehead and a bouquet of red roses he pulled from behind. She stared, unsure what to say. Her stunned silence unnerved him so he piped up, “I woke up really early and you were still sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you… and we were running low on food, so I went to the store and I found these roses that reminded me of y-” She interrupted his ramblings with her lips, instantly reassuring him. He smiled against her mouth.

“What was that for?”

“To thank you.”

“Oh… any time, Rosy.”

“Rosy?” She giggled at the nickname.

“Well, your face gets all rosy when we’re together,” his breath tickled her ear, “and now I know you blush everywhere else too…”

She poked him in the ribs playfully. “Kaiiii..” she whined as he nipped at her neck.

Thick smoke started rising from the skillet. “Kai.. Kai! Your pancakes are burning!”

“Oh shit!”

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justathoughtfulangel · 2 years ago

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When I Have You ~ Colors, Finale (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello, my dear readers! I've been having a roller coaster of a summer on a personal level. In order to get through the last few twists and turns, I finally completed the last chapter of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction.

This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

*not my gif

Word Count: 1,477 (excluding recap)

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: None, really! I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I've enjoyed writing it :)

Recap of Chapter 11:

“Come with me.” With a gentle voice, Rose held her hand out to him. Kai took it, following behind her obediently. They went down the stairs and through the back door, standing in front of a big willow tree. Malachai watched as she knelt on the ground, using a garden tool to dig into some pile at the base of the tree.

“Rose, what are you–” His voice stopped abruptly. Malachai was no longer a siphon, but he had been one long enough to feel the unimaginable power emanating from the ground. Rosalie lifted this dirty, half-burnt hummingbird toy from the ground.

In complete silence, she stood again, placing it into his hand. With tears in her eyes, Rosalie gave him the greatest gift of all. One drop slid down her cheek. Malachai brushed it away as the sun’s first rays of the day washed over them.

“You shouldn’t have to lose anything.”

The frayed hummingbird toy felt heavy in Malachai’s hand. Beyond what it was, this tiny thing represented the darkest moments of Rosalie’s life. Entrusting him with the magic that terrified her – giving him the powers that tormented her – was the grandest form of faith.

Kai couldn’t explain what he was feeling. A sob crept into his throat, making it impossible to say a word. In the early sunlight of the day, they both stood silently. They looked at each other and at the symbol of Rosalie’s past between them. More minutes ticked by. It was as if time itself had decided to slow, understanding the gravity of what had occurred.

As one who’d been rejected by his family and the whole world, as one who knew the pain of hating themselves unyieldingly, Malachai knew what he had to do. Taking Rose’s hand, he placed the object she was so desperate to be rid of in her palm.

Her eyes widened, and her initial instinct was to discard the evil Kai was giving her. Before she could, Malachai wrapped his arms around her, trapping the toy between their chests.

With a gentle voice and a soothing kiss to her temple, Kai began to explain himself. “Just listen to me, love. Come with me.” Taking her hand, Malachai took her to the porch swing and made her take a seat before joining her.

The hummingbird toy had fallen to the ground. Rosalie curled her feet up under her instinctively, maintaining her distance from it. Her own magic disgusted her beyond belief. Kai said nothing for a few moments; he just watched Rose shy away from the most genuine parts of herself.

He kneeled in front of her, looking into the gorgeous, shining eyes he adored so much. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me… you trusting me with this…” He took her hands, encasing them in his own. “I know what this symbolizes for you. It’s something you’ve wished you could get rid of, something that weighs you down wherever you go.

“I lived the same way for decades. I despised what made me who I was with a burning passion, and it manifested itself in the way I treated others.” Rosalie’s expression flickered between her own shock and empathy for the man she loved. Kai smiled tenderly in return, rested his warm hand against her soft cheek, and ran his thumb under her eye to catch one stray tear.

“You taught me how to love others. You were the first to forgive me, even when I hadn’t forgiven myself. When I have you, I need nothing else. What kind of soulmate would I be if I didn’t help you heal in the same ways you’ve helped me?”

After a few seconds of meaningful silence, Kai placed the hummingbird containing Rose’s magic next to her on the porch swing.

“I cannot accept this, but I think you should. Reclaim what makes you who you are, and I will be here for you.” Rosalie said nothing in response, and Malachai didn’t expect her to. What he was asking of her was perhaps the most daunting challenge she would take on.

He sat with her on the porch swing as the sun made its way up into the sky. Kai’s arms wrapped around her shoulders as she leaned into him, silently processing his words in her own time. Many minutes had ticked by before Rosalie sat up. With a grateful but hesitant kiss to Malachai’s cheek, Rose picked up the object of her deepest anguish.

“You’ll stay with me?” Her voice quivered. With one touch, memories of the pain she’d caused and the pain she’d endured swam through her mind. She could barely feel Kai’s hand as it smoothed her hair in comfort.

“Every step of the way.”

It took months before she was ready, but with Malachai’s support, Rosalie finally reclaimed her magic. Along with it came the heart-wrenching emotions she’d felt that night. They made her crumble to her knees and stole the air from her lungs. Kai stood beside her, his hand hovering right over her shoulder. He was just about to help her stand when a beam of eerie red light shot from her palm, setting the grand oak tree in the backyard ablaze. Kai quelled the flames quickly, taking a deep breath. “It’s okay. It was an accident.” Rose bit the inside of her cheek so hard she drew blood. The metallic taste coated her tongue, and she swallowed it back bitterly. “It was an accident the last time, too. That doesn’t make it okay.” Kai pressed his lips together, silencing his instinctive quip. If harming her family on accident wasn’t okay, how was what he had done even remotely acceptable? How had she forgiven him? How had he forgiven himself? In Malachai’s silence, Rosalie realized the impact of her words. “Kai…” He smiled half-heartedly, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood, closing the distance between them with just a few steps. Kai stared at the ground, and when Rosalie made him lift his chin to look at her, he didn’t flinch away. Perhaps her magic would always scare her, but it would never scare him. He loved her too much, just as much as she did him. They would never hurt each other, not even unintentionally.

Their eyes met, and Malachai leaned in to press his forehead against hers. Nothing more was said, the silence eventually broken with a soft apology from Rosalie. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Pressing a kiss to her temple, Kai reassured her that he was fine. He had some wounds to heal from, some that may never fill, but this wasn’t about him. “Focus.” He came to stand behind her, grasping both of her hands in his. “Breathe with me.” Her eyes closed, and she followed Kai’s every instruction. “Find your magic within you. Don’t fear it. It is not here to hurt you or anyone else.” His fingers laced into hers, giving her the strength and support she needed without her needing to ask. “Let it flow through you. Watch it course through your veins like water. Let it become one with you.” A few seconds later, Kai watched as their feet left the ground. He beamed with pride, allowing her to feel the power she had. “Open your eyes, Rosalie.” Malachai’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her. Rosalie gasped as her eyes fluttered open. They were floating five feet in the air, watching storm clouds cover the sun. “You did it.” In complete control, Rose brought them back to the ground. Thunder crashed above them as she threw her arms around Kai’s neck. Malachai had succeeded in returning the kindness she’d bestowed on him; she was no longer afraid of herself. The rain came down harshly, pouring where there had just been sun. Neither of them cared as their lips met. “I love you, Malachai.” “I’m so proud of you, love.”

Eleven years later…

“Bye, Mom!”

Rose waved her son off as he clambered into the back of Alaric’s van. Alaric was taking Lizzie and Josie to a waterpark and Asher insisted on tagging along with his cousins. “Have fun and be safe! Listen to your Uncle Ric!” In the backyard, Kai was setting up an inflatable pool for the twins. Both were jealous their brother was going to a waterpark. “Daddy, why couldn’t we go with Asher?” Amelia pouted and crossed her arms across her chest.

Ava, the one who was seven minutes younger yet somehow the elder of the two, patted her sister’s shoulder comfortingly. “Mommy and Daddy said it’s for bigger kids. We’ll get to go when we get bigger too, right Daddy?” Malachai looked at his adorable four-year-old daughters, nodding and turning off the air pump for the colorful plastic pool. “That’s right. But for now…” Getting a cheeky grin on his face, Kai turned the water for the hose on with magic, twisting his wrist and spraying a gentle rush of water directly at them. They squealed and ran away from him, making their dad chase them around the yard.

The back door opened, and Rosalie barely had the time to put the jug of lemonade on the table before the girls hugged her legs. “Mommy, help! Daddy’s attacking us!”

She looked up to see Kai wielding the garden hose, his hair shining in the sunlight. Something flickered inside her, the same flicker of joy, love, and peace she felt every time she looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

Malachai pulled the three most important girls in his life off the porch, wrapping his arms around them so they couldn’t escape. Their laughter rang clear and true; it was, and always would be, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard…

~~~ This concludes the final chapter of Colors! Thank you so much for reading and for coming along on this adventure with me.

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Author's Note:

I can't quite explain how I'm feeling as I post this chapter. So much has changed in my life from when I started writing this story. In some ways, it feels like I'm an entirely different person now. To those who have been with me from the start, thank you from the bottom of my heart. This story would not exist without you.

When Colors reached over 1,000 hits on AO3, I was beaming the whole day. It means the world to me that my writing has touched people, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of my readers.

Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel

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