#malachai reader

[girlkisser13]

going on your first date with the tvdu men would include

damon salvatore

• damon would likely choose a secluded and romantic location, perhaps the mystic grill for a drink, followed by a surprise trip to a hidden spot in the woods or a beautiful clearing with a view of the stars.

• he would pick you up in his blue convertible, making the journey to your date part of the experience, complete with playful banter and a perfectly curated playlist.

• expect witty and flirty conversation. we all know damon LOVES to tease, but he’d also be surprisingly attentive, showing genuine interest in getting to know you better.

• he’d most likely choose your drink for you, something you’d end up loving, showcasing his impeccable taste. if the date involves food, he’d make sure it’s something special, perhaps even cooking for you at his house.

• if the moment felt right, damon will suggest dancing. whether it’s a slow dance in the woods under the stars or a playful dance at the grill, he’d make it unforgettable.

• at the end of the date, damon would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering, leaving you eager for the next time you see him. he’d probably leave you with a teasing comment or a promise of more to come.

elijah mikaelson

• elijah would choose an elegant and sophisticated location, a high-end restaurant with a stunning view or a private, luxurious setting that exudes old school harm.

• he’d OBVIOUSLY show up dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, reflecting his refined and timeless style. every detail of his appearance would be perfect, from his cufflinks to his neatly styled hair.

• elijah would send a classic car to pick you up, or he would arrive himself, ready to escort you to your date with utmost courtesy.

• elijah would be genuinely interested in your thoughts, opinions, and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his centuries-long life, offering glimpses into his past while keeping an air of mystery.

• elijah is the epitome of a gentleman. he’d hold doors open for you, help you with your coat, and ensure you feel cherished and respected throughout the evening.

• he would bring you a thoughtful gift, such as a bouquet of rare flowers or a book that he thinks you’d love, showing his attention to detail and consideration.

• elijah would choose the finest cuisine and wine, making sure everything is of the highest quality. he’d ensure the meal is a culinary experience, with each course carefully selected to delight your palate.

• he would engage you in conversations about art, history, literature, and culture, revealing his vast knowledge and passion for these subjects.

• while elijah is a perfect gentleman, there’s always an underlying sense of his power and ability to protect you. you’d feel safe and secure in his presence, knowing he’d go to great lengths to ensure your well-being.

• at the end of the date, elijah would walk you to your door, ensuring you’re safely home. his goodbye would be tender and sincere, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against your cheek, leaving you enchanted and eager for the next time you meet.

kol mikaelson

• kol would choose a fun and unpredictable location for your date. this could range from a vibrant bar in the french quarter, to a late-night carnival, or even a spontaneous adventure like breaking into an abandoned mansion for some exploring.

• kol would either show up in a flashy car or decide to take you for a walk through the lively streets of new orleans, there’s no in between.

• kol is all about living in the moment. he might suggest impromptu activities, like dancing in the street to a nearby musician’s tunes or trying some exotic food from a street vendor.

• there’s always a touch of mischief with kol. he might pull a harmless prank or engage in a bit of friendly competition, such as challenging you to a game of pool or darts at a local bar.

• kol wouldn’t hide his vampire nature; instead, he’d use it to impress you. he’d show off his speed, strength, and compel the bartender to give you both free drinks.

• the date would be filled with energy and excitement. kol’s enthusiasm is contagious, and he’d ensure you’re constantly entertained and engaged, never a dull moment.

• at the end of the date, kol would walk you home, making sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be flirty and full of promise, perhaps with a lingering kiss or a playful comment about your next adventure together.

jeremy gilbert

• jeremy would choose a casual and comfortable location, like a cozy café, a local diner, or a peaceful spot by the lake for a picnic.

• jeremy is a good listener and would be interested in learning about your passions, dreams, and experiences.

• jeremy would suggest doing something fun and interactive, like visiting an arcade, going for a hike, or even attending a local concert. he’d want to create a memorable experience that’s enjoyable for both of you.

• jeremy’s an artist so he might even take you to a local art gallery, or he could even bring his sketchbook and show you some of his sketches (they’re honestly probably all sketches of you).

• jeremy would choose a place with good, hearty food— nothing too fancy, but something that feels comforting and satisfying. if you’re having a picnic, he’d pack a basket with some of his favorite snacks and drinks.

• he also loves being outdoors, so he might take you to a beautiful, secluded spot in nature.

• at the end of the date, jeremy would walk you to your door and make sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be sweet and sincere, leaving you feeling cared for and excited for the next time you see him.

malachai "kai" parker

• kai would choose an unconventional and adventurous location. this could range from exploring an old, abandoned building to a spontaneous road trip to a nearby town. he loves to keep things exciting and unpredictable.

• there’s always a sense of mischief with kai. he would definitely suggest something dangerous or illegal, like sneaking into a restricted area or trying out a thrilling activity. he enjoys pushing boundaries and seeing how far you’re willing to go.

• kai wouldn’t shy away from using his magic. he might perform small, impressive spells to amuse you or use his powers to enhance the date, like creating a magical light show or conjuring up something special.

• kai would take you to a unique, offbeat restaurant or café, somewhere with a cool vibe and interesting menu. he’d make sure the experience is memorable and out of the ordinary.

• at the end of the date, kai would walk you to your door with a mix of playful charm and genuine interest. his goodbye would be intriguing and magnetic, perhaps with a lingering touch or a cryptic comment that leaves you wanting more.

niklaus "klaus" mikaelson

• klaus would choose a sophisticated and exclusive location, like a private rooftop dinner with a stunning view of the city, a hidden garden, or a historic site. he loves grandeur and would want to impress you with a memorable setting.

• klaus would pick you up in a luxurious car, ensuring you travel in comfort and style. the journey would be smooth and filled with engaging conversation, making you feel at ease and intrigued.

• klaus is well-read and knowledgeable, and he’d be genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his long life, providing glimpses into his complex personality.

• klaus is a master of romantic gestures. he’d bring you a bouquet of rare flowers, arrange for a talented musician to play a private concert, or surprise you with a beautifully handwritten note expressing his admiration.

• klaus has a deep appreciation for art and culture. he might take you to an art gallery, a classical music concert, or even show you some of his own artwork. he’d love to share his passions with you and see your reactions.

• klaus has a penetrating gaze that can make you feel like the only person in the world. throughout the date, he’d often lock eyes with you, never looking away until you do.

• his protective nature would be evident. he’d ensure you feel safe and cared for at all times, subtly asserting his strength and willingness to defend you if needed.

• klaus is a gentleman at heart. he’d open doors for you, pull out your chair, and be attentive to your needs, ensuring you feel respected and cherished.

• at the end of the date, klaus would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering and filled with promise, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against yours, leaving you yearning for more.

stefan salvatore

• stefan would choose a charming, low-key location for your first date. this might be a quaint café, a scenic park, or a cozy restaurant with a relaxed atmosphere where you can talk and connect.

• he’d pick you up in his car, making sure the ride is pleasant and comfortable. he might even play a soft playlist to set a relaxed mood.

• stefan is thoughtful and would likely bring a small, meaningful gift, like a single flower or a favorite book he thinks you’d enjoy. he values the little things that show he’s paying attention.

• stefan would plan a thoughtful activity, such as a stroll through a picturesque park, a visit to a local art exhibit, or a casual outing to a farmers' market, where you can explore and talk.

• he’d pay close attention to your preferences and needs, ensuring you’re comfortable and having a good time. if you mention a favorite food or drink, he’d remember and include it in the date.

• stefan’s demeanor is kind and respectful. he’d open doors for you, offer his arm while walking, and be attentive without being overwhelming, showing his genuine respect and care.

• rather than grand gestures, stefan plan a quiet moment to watch the sunset together or find a peaceful spot where you can talk privately.

• at the end of the date, stefan would walk you to your doorstep. his goodbye would be heartfelt, leaving you with a feeling of warmth and anticipation for the next time you see him.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Playing with fire's only gonna get you burned. Unless you're, like, into that kinda thing.

kai parker x reader

summary: things have been disappearing from your room lately, but never would you think kai is the one to blame.

tags: 1994 prison world, friends to lovers, snooping (it's very 'fuck around and find out'), mild argument, sexual tension, touch starved, kissing, touching, playful sex, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, relatively mild smut, overstimulation, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: this fic is sponsored by wellbutrin... kidding. but that's the only reason i've actually been able to sit down and focus / write lately. this was requested eons ago, and with the greatest guilt, i'm just now posting it. also, i wrote it in a day. as in, today. i hope it's okay. <3

It started out innocently. A curious snoop in a big, almost-empty mansion, inhabited by two abandoned people left here by their families. 

He hadn’t expected her to go digging around in his stuff, and she didn’t think he’d come home early. Both were wrong. And as the thin material slips from beneath her fingertips in shock, he gives her an indescribable look. His nails rap on the wood of the doorframe and she stands, speechless. 

“Uh…”

“Hey, princess. Like what you see?”

-------------------------------------------------

The Salvatore Boarding House is where you found him. You wandered for some time before running into him and finding his company relieving. 

Of course, getting to trust Kai took some time. You found common ground in the fact that you both were hated by the Gemini Coven. Both had been sent here by them; Kai, sixteen years ago, you, only one, and both had been frowned upon by their families. But while you shared the same enemy, you were afraid for a while that Kai would be an enemy, too, considering what he did to be sent to the prison world. Apparently, as reported by his own tongue and the daily paper, he had slaughtered four of his siblings in an attempt to kill the youngest two. He didn’t feel much sorrow, nor regret, over his actions, and explained his methods of killing with a rather monotone voice. When asked if he’d kill you, he shrugged. 

“No point in doing that, really. It’s not like you can die, anyway.”

And that was that. 

For weeks, you feared him, but he got better as the days passed. Kai’s actually pretty funny and can cook well. And though you’ve never said it out loud, he’s pretty cute, too. Over time, your companionship turns into a friendship. You swap stories about your past and come to understand each other better. As cold as life has made him, you don’t think he wasn’t always that way. The more you grow to trust him, you start to see a side you’re not sure he’s even seen in himself for years. Sometimes you forget you’re all alone in a prison together, save for the fact you’re the only ones there. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like a sentence for a punishment you both may or may not deserve. 

But lately, something’s been off.

It’s not that anything’s changed about Kai, but more so that it just feels… different. The young witch is the same playful, unserious boy you’ve known for months, but a few times, you’ve caught a glimmer in his eye you can’t quite decipher. He’s a troublemaker for sure, and though you’ve never seen malicious behavior, your head is filling with questions if he’s capable of some other kind of behavior you haven’t considered. 

Basically, things have been disappearing from your closet. Your favorite bracelets, a few lip balms, and clothes, even some you know you threw in the laundry bin. For a bit of time, you blame it on the same-day repeating thing. Maybe the gloss you stole from the department store has just been returned to its original spot to be sold. Maybe yesterday’s pair of underwear went back to the bottom of your drawer. Maybe the shirt you wore when you entered the prison world got swept through some portal back to the real world, because you hadn’t worn it here yet, so it must not be able to exist. 

One morning, ruminating thoughts swirl in your mind as you try to mentally explain the disappearances. It’s a rather new thing - within the last few weeks - and nothing like this had happened in the first couple months you were still roaming the empty earth. 

At the kitchen counter, you must seem lost in thought, because Kai shuffles a pancake off his spatula and onto your plate then nods. “What’s up?”

“My clothes are disappearing.”

“What?”

“Have you ever had that happen to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of my room. I’ll toss a shirt in my hamper, and it’s gone. My favorite chapstick isn’t in my nightstand drawer anymore.”

“Weird.”

“You’ve never lost anything?”

“I mean… misplaced things, yeah. But I know I just put them somewhere where I can’t remember where I put them, y’know? Maybe that’s it.”

“Maybe.” You take a bite of the food and smile up at him. “Ooh, perfect! Thank you.”

He returns the smile with a wink that makes you shyly look down. You eat in a comfortable silence, omit the CD player beside you being just barely audible; Billie Joe Armstrong whispers uncharacteristically rather than shouting into your ear at nine in the morning. 

He starts to speak again while gathering the dishes. “Hey, I need to take a quick trip to the store today, want to come?”

“Wait, why? We just went?” You ask, frowning. 

“That house down the street had a cookbook I’m borrowing-” you chuckle at the word choice, “-and I’m gonna try one of the recipes in it, but we need, like, half the things in it.”

You think about it. Going grocery shopping with him is always an entertaining experience, but you were planning on flipping your room inside out to look for your stuff instead. The most recent thing to disappear was one of your favorite underwear sets, and if you don’t find it, it’ll drive you crazy. Explaining this, though, sounds ridiculous, so you make an excuse. With a shrug, “don’t really feel like being cold today.” Despite no one around to operate it, Bell’s refrigerator section stays cold. 

“You have a jacket. Or you can borrow one.”

“You always take, like, ten years in there, and the cold seeps through eventually.”

He gives you a sassy look, but it’s true, so he knows he can’t really argue. “Alright.”

“Plus if you’re trying a new recipe, it’s going to take even longer for you to find everything you need. And then the recipe won’t have enough detail, so you’ll sit there for five minutes, debating if you should use brown sugar or light brown sugar.”

“Okay, you’ve made your point!” You smile in satisfaction. “I’ll go by myself. Won’t take more than an hour.”

“Two, maybe.”

He glares at you, but you only laugh. Kai, by now, is harmless to you. You can poke and prod him all you want and know he won’t hurt you. Maybe if his family put a little trust in him, they would’ve known that, too. 

“I’m leaving in ten.”

“Okay. Be safe from any vortexes that could contain aliens coming to invade our planet.”

He stares at you, then gives a playful roll of his eyes. You laugh. 

~~~~~~~~~~

It doesn’t make sense. You’ve flipped your room about a thousand times in the last hour and nothing, not a single one of your lost items have appeared. It’s actually driving you insane. On second thought, you might be going insane. You know internally that stuff doesn’t just disappear in this world. Some things might return to the way they were before - the Dookie album annoyingly starts at “Burnout” every morning that Kai presses play; the grocery store is always fully stocked, no matter how many bags of chips you take in a single day - but things don’t just get lost. The prison world has structure, in its own extremely aggravating way. If something’s missing, you lost it. 

But you’ve flipped your room three times to no avail. If something’s missing, it must not be in your room at all. You sigh, sitting in the middle of your now-messy room, and think. It is possible that they got mixed up in the laundry with Kai’s stuff and neither of you noticed. Of course, that doesn’t account for your two missing chapsticks, but maybe those were in pockets that ended up in the laundry, too. You crinkle your nose at the thought. If that’s the case, that chapstick and the hoodie it’s in are definitely ruined. 

With the new idea in your mind, you head to the laundry room to check it out. It’s a rather long walk down the hall and to your left, making you wonder, again, whose house - sorry, mansion - this is in the present day, and could they be living here now, in the real world? You and Kai have talked about it before, made bets on the residents’ identities and personalities. Kai thinks it’s the mayor’s, and that he’s some oldish rich guy with a trophy wife, who needed to live far away from his “village” to exude “dominance,” as if this were the middle ages. That, or a thousand year old witch who moved out here to never be bothered. You swear it’s vampires, but he always shakes his head, “that’s not a thing.” You think otherwise.

But regardless of who lives in the house, you can both agree it’s an insane amount of house for anyone. Though, neither can complain about the dungeon in the basement. It’s a nice touch. In fact, every house should have one. 

The laundry room checks out to be clean. There’s not a single sign of anything missing or out of place, and by this point, you just feel like giving up. Maybe the laundry ate them in the way it always seems to eat one sock. Oh well, because the constant search is only stressing you out. You stand there bored for a moment while trying to think of something to do. You could read; the library downstairs must have a thousand different books. Or, you could snoop the mansion. Kai’s shown you tons of stuff he’s found over the years: diaries, letters, secrets. Whoever lived here has quite the story to tell, but those things aren’t always easily found. The letters had been hidden in books, and between closely stacked books, and the most telling diary he’s found was in the floorboard of the furthest room on the right. Surely there’s more that Kai hasn’t discovered yet. 

You decide, then, that the best entertainment will be to snoop around the old Victorian home, because… why not? You can’t settle down enough to read, and when has anyone not had fun digging into other people’s business? After all, that’s what got you sent to the prison world in the first place. 

A part of you is most curious about the dungeon, so you decide to start there when something in the corner of your eye makes you pause. A lock, uncharacteristically on Kai’s bedroom door. It’s odd, considering the openness between you two; you’ve never felt the need to hide things from each other, and you’re not sure when he started feeling differently. You stare at it, curious and a bit hurt, before inserting your nail into the hole on the bottom. Again, you ended up here by pissing off one Parker, what’s stopping you from egging on another? And what would Kai possibly do to you that would hurt you? Like you told yourself earlier, towards you, he’s completely harmless. 

In a couple minutes’ time, you finally free the lock of its duty and push the door open. Inside, it looks normal. He’s always been clean and his room is no exception. You’ve seen it before, when he didn’t feel the need to put a suspicious lock on it, and it looks the same then as it does now. Still… that little weasel is hiding something, and you’ll be damned if you don’t at least peek. You step further inside, leaving the door wide open so you can hear if he comes back. 

To your displeasure, a five minute search yields no secrets. You’ve looked under his bed, in his drawers, and everywhere else that’s definitely invading his privacy, but hey, you were under the impression that there was no privacy in the prison world. You start your way back to the door, but then open the closet you had previously ignored, just in case. It checks as normal, but then… up high, in the corner, sits a little box out of reach. And by out of reach, you mean even for Kai, who’s rather tall, meaning even he would need a stool to retrieve it. Curiosity quickly gets the better of you and you fetch the nearest stool to grab it. Something this well hidden must be fun. And who knows, maybe it’s the residents’ mystery box, and Kai doesn’t even know it’s there? At least, that’s what you tell yourself to excuse your nosiness. 

Though, immediately upon opening it, that’s proven to definitely not be the case. 

A whiff of perfume floods your nose the moment you take off the lid. It’s familiar, and warm, and quickly, you realize it’s yours. Then, your heart drops at the first thing inside - something he should not have, and frankly, shouldn’t even exist -  which is a polaroid of you. Specifically, of you on your side, asleep, bare chested, with your comforter just barely covering your hips. Your spine is the main focus of the shot, but a little bit of your exposed breast shows. You drop it with a gasp. It flutters down and lands in a different place than where you had picked it up, revealing more. Each polaroid in the stack shows more and more of your body in every shot. Sometimes, your breasts are covered by a thin, lacy piece, but more often than not, your top is completely bare. Your comforter, luckily, stays at your hips, and the one or two times it slips further, you’re covered in your favorite floral set, but then you pause. That particular set disappeared a while ago, and now, you think you know why. 

Dropping the polaroid, you remove all the photos from the box to reveal what’s hidden underneath, and oh, does it shock you. Instantly, you eye your favorite set, causing you to swallow hard. Your perfume’s also in the box, alongside all your missing items: your chapsticks, bracelets, and three more pieces of your clothes. That rat. He’s been taking your things the whole time! Then giving no more than a shrug when you bring it up. Kai has been sneaking into your room at night, taking pictures of you and stealing your things, then acting none the wiser in the day. You try to feel angry, but you’re more shocked than anything. 

Hesitantly, you pick up a pair of your underwear, inspecting it as if you can’t believe it’s really there. You roll your eyes in disbelief as it slips off your finger, back down into the incriminating box. 

A knock raps on the doorframe. You freeze; you hadn’t heard anyone come in.

“Hey, princess,” Kai says, standing there, “like what you see?”

Your mouth falls open, a thousand words rising up your throat, but none of them coming out. You were shocked before, but then his sudden entrance and his laidback reaction makes you angry, and when he stands there, waiting for your response, you only find yourself shocked again. Surprised, that he’s found you digging through your stuff, yet doesn’t seem to care. 

That is, unless, the anger is bubbling underneath his fond smile. You know that Kai has an unpredictable edge to him. Sometimes, he’s quiet in his anger and lets it stew before exploding. You’ve only been on the receiving end of it once, ages ago, when you were still getting used to each others’ routines and you got too much in his way. You’ve seen it since then, but not directed at you: his father, mostly; his lack of magic; his misguidance about the world. But sometimes, oftentimes, he’s short in patience and snappy in reaction. He responds to disruption the same way his father does: suddenly, mercilessly. It’s all he knows, after all. 

But the Kai standing in front of you now, watching you, is neither of those things. He doesn’t seem angry or agitated. Caught off guard, certainly, but while that look is interpreted through his eyes, a small smile counters it. You stare a bit longer. Amused is more like it. He’s amused by your reaction. By you finding your clothes in his room and having no idea how to react to it. Initially, his posture held some indignation, probably because you were going through his stuff and had picked the quite secure lock to do so, but any ill feeling dissipates at the look on your face you’re sure is amusing to him. 

You try to replace your shocked look with a stern one. He only laughs. 

“Want to tell me why my stuff is in a box in your room, which was locked, by the way, not sure if you’re aware. Since when do we lock our rooms, Kai?”

He looks surprised by your sudden snap. Good. Unfortunately, he recovers quickly. 

“Want to tell me why you’re going through my stuff in the first place?”

You scoff. “I think the more pressing matter is the fact that you’ve been stealing my clothes! And- and- not only stealing, but look at this-” you toss a polaroid at him as if he hasn’t seen, taken, them himself- “how long have you been lurking in my room while I’m asleep?! Taking pictures of me sleeping? Not caring if I’m literally nude in half of them?!”

“I’d argue the nude ones are the best ones,” he says with a shrug. 

You scoff again. “What would possess you to do this? Why are you taking my stuff?”

“Y’know, princess… What’s funny to me is that your questions are just questions.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re asking questions simply to know the answers. A playful curiosity. There’s no anger in your tone, no spite in your words.”

“Oh, I’m angry, Kai. I’m pretty fucking pissed off right now.”

He only chuckles. “Still not hearing it. See, I know anger. Anger’s my father, who has a harsh bark but a nastier bite. You, my angel,” he crouches down in front of you now, “have no bite.”

“Fuck you.” You push his shoulder. He barely sways, but you were kind of hoping to knock him over. You wait a moment, then try again. 

Kai, though, easily predicts your actions and grabs your wrist as soon as it comes within his reach. He holds on with a tight grip and you almost lose your balance. 

“Let go,” you grumble, raising your other fist. It only makes it halfway before he grabs that one, too. “Kai.” You struggle in his hands. “What the fuck? Let go of me.”

“Ah, ah.” He tilts his head to the side, a look that means nothing but trouble. “You were a bad girl to go through my stuff.”

“It’s my stuff, actually.”

“It became mine the minute it crossed the threshold of this house. You became mine.”

“What the fuck does that mean? This isn’t even your house!”

“But it is my prison world. Built for me when I committed a crime so heinous, they felt the need to lock me up. But you… what are you in here for? Stealing a book?”

“It was a grimoire, you fuck. Your father’s. So clearly my crime was equally heinous and they sent me here, too. The moment I got dropped here, this no longer became just your world.”

“You raise a good point. But still, I was here first. And I’m the oldest of my siblings, so I can tell you what to do.”

“You have a twin,” you counter, “who’s probably older than you by now, considering neither of us have aged, and you’ve been here sixteen years already. She’s probably… thirty-eight by now? Probably married, has some kids, a nice house.”

“Stop talking,” he snaps, tightening his grip on your wrists. They burn, but it doesn’t bother you. Egging him on is more fun. The tight cord of his control is breaking. 

“I’m just saying. Oh, and your younger twins, the two you didn’t get to kill. They’re, uh, twenty, now, I think. I saw them, actually, when I broke into your father’s house. They’re both blonde, wherever that gene came from.”

“Y/N-”

“Jo wasn’t there. Not sure where she went. Probably does have a house somewhere. Somewhere far, far, away from fucking Portland. Good for her, that place is a shithole.”

His grip tightens, his body almost shaking with anger now. “Stop. Talking.”

“Or what? Are you gonna attack me?” You put on your best puppy eyes. “Show me your bite’s worse than your bark? Because I’m just proving to you that I can bite. Don’t like it, do you? Yeah, well, I didn’t like finding my lingerie in a box in your room, but I guess we all can’t get what we want.”

Whether it was your words or the sass in your tone, he finally breaks. With a sudden force, Kai pushes your fists into your own chest, knocking you to the floor. You gasp a little as your head hits the wood, but you have no time to dwell on it as he climbs on top of you, pinning your fists now over your head. 

“You want to see me bite, is that it? Don’t think I have it in me because you’ve never seen it for yourself? I can be ruthless, Y/N, I can make you regret-” he pauses, jaw dropping as he realizes you’re giggling. 

“Regret what?” You urge. “Were you saying something?”

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N.” His eyes are dark, but not in a way that scares you. Instead, his pupils are dilated so much they look dark. He stares into you desperately, gaze fighting between your lips and your neck, as if unsure where to attack first. 

“And yet I’m just a girl, laying under a boy, asking to get burned.”

He doesn’t get the quote. It’s after his time. But the message is clear: you’re under him and you’re not fighting to get up; you provoked him enough just to send him off the edge; you were never really that mad about the pictures or the clothes. 

He pauses. Okay, maybe you were a little mad about it. He did go out of his own way to creep across your boundaries. But still… had he not, you would’ve never ended up in this position. You should probably thank him for that. 

You swallow, with difficulty because of the way you’re laying, and his eyes drop to the bob in your throat. He snaps out of a daze. 

It happens before you know it, his lips on yours. He starts soft, waiting for you to reciprocate, and the moment you do, he gets rougher, more confident, as if this is something he’s always wanted, but he’s so unfamiliar with being able to touch, that he holds back at first. 

You’re much less hesitant, though. You offer kindness to him through your words, but you’ve never touched him much, knowing how foreign it is to him. You’ve wanted to give in, to hug and hold him and kiss his cheek before you go to bed, but you were never sure how to bring it up. He’s guarded in his emotions. They’re there, but they’re locked away with a key you haven’t been able to pick. But this, maybe, is the first step. 

You’re not sure when you stood up, or if he picked you up, but in a second, you’re off the wood and plopped down on his bed. The pillow beneath you smells like your perfume and you raise an eyebrow at him. He tilts his head again - no comment. He’s kissing you again before you can say anything, effectively distracting you from the whole thing. One hand props himself up over you, while the other lightly grasps your neck. Both of your hands are tangled in his hair, scratching and pulling gently. You break the kiss, out of breath, and he trails his lips down your neck instead. Your back arches instinctively, and a giggle escapes your throat at a sweet spot. In a matter of seconds, he sucks a bruise into your skin before moving down further. Your shirt, very much in the way, is pulled up and off, followed by your shorts. You copy the action, pulling his own off him and immediately letting your hands explore his chest. It’s only fair, you think, considering all the times he’s welcomed himself to the sight of your body. 

Distracted, you miss him pulling off your underwear until they’re dangling on one finger in your face. You tilt her own head in confusion, then feel your jaw drop as he throws them in the box. 

“Mine.” He winks.

“No! Kai-”

You’re cut off by your own moan, provoked by the feeling of his touch on your bare body. He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and touches again. 

“Those are mine,” you try to argue. 

“Are they?”

With a new bite, you lunge forward and surprise him, bringing him pause. You take control for thirty seconds, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his jeans and boxers. A gasp escapes his throat, the cold air hitting his cold, now exposed body, in addition to you seeing him for the first time. 

“These are mine then.” You toss his jeans on the floor, but keep his boxers like a prize in your hands. 

His look is unimpressed. “You wish.” He tackles you easily, prying the material out of your hands to ball up and throw, laying you back down, crawling over your body, licking his lips, eyeing you like prey. It happens too fast for you to react, and before you know it, you’re forced back into submission, him dominating easily. 

“Y’know, for someone not used to touch,” you pant, relishing in the feeling of his lips around your nipple, “you sure seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Instinct, baby.” 

“Oh, really?” 

He shuts up any further remark by meeting his body to yours, erect cock rubbing against your clit in a way that turns your brain to mush. “Yeah, really.” You don’t fight back this time. “So easy to please,” he mutters, his fingers moving to your clit at the feeling of precum rising up. 

“Stop teasing,” you whine, growing desperate. 

“Not teasing, princess. Just getting you ready.”

Pressure builds like a coil low in your stomach. You squirm, arching your back and shivering in pleasure, at the same time you mutter, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t move, then, baby.”

You try your hardest to listen, but it’s almost impossible with the way he’s touching you. The long fingers you’ve always admired rubbing in perfect circles. The lust in his eyes as he draws you closer and closer. The wetness on your thigh where his aching cock drips with its own need. 

“Kai-” you cry for a second as he stops. He spits on your clit, then laps it up with his tongue, sucking now, while his fingers open you up below. “Fuck.”

“You okay, princess?”

“Mhm,” you nod weakly. 

The coil’s so close to snapping. You won’t survive much longer, not with the way his tongue works so beautifully against the sensitive spot, and especially not when he looks up at you from his position, eyes still dark with lust, yet focused, as if this is the most important thing in the world. 

“Kai-”

“Mhm?” He asks without detaching. The vibration that it causes is what finally breaks you. With an eager moan, you finally come, the force of it shaking your legs and core. Kai sucks you through it and only lets up when you start begging, “please, please, please, I can’t-”

He ceases, and immediately crashes his lips onto yours, letting you taste yourself in his mouth. 

“You okay?” He asks between wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mhm.”

“Alright, good girl. Ready?”

“Please.” 

Of course he can’t deny you when you ask so politely. 

With a deep kiss, he distracts you enough to push in. You take him well until you’re almost full, gasping into his mouth and sinking into the mattress. You squirm a bit more, body reacting to the sudden intrusion, but settle around him soon enough. 

“We’re good?”

“Good.”

“Let me know if you need to stop.”

He starts slowly, pulling out a little ways and pushing back in, kissing you sweetly as he does. But then as your body adjusts and clenches around him, he picks up the pace to an even speed. His mouth drops from your lips to your neck, sucking more bruises into your delicate skin. You keep your hands tangled in his hair, pulling, grasping, moaning more as the pressure starts to build again. 

“Y’know,” you stutter, trying to speak as he thrusts. “Making me come once isn’t going to make up for you stealing my underwear.”

You can feel his smile grow against your skin. “Oh really?” He presses a kiss to your neck. “How about twice? Three times? Four?”

The color drains from your face at the thought of coming four times in one day. You really need to learn to stop challenging him. “I-”

“Yeah, four sounds good. Let’s try for that.”

He has slowed down a little to make conversation, but as soon as his mind is made, he picks his pace back up. His troublemaking smirk stares into you, waiting to see if you’ll challenge him again, then falls back on your neck once he sees he’s won. 

In the end, Kai holds true to his promise and coaxes three more orgasms out of you before his hips stutter. He pulls out and releases on your stomach, panting hard. You lay beside each other, completely exhausted and overstimulated, until he finally drags you up and into the bathroom. In a way, you do win, because he dresses you in his own clothes - boxers and a hoodie - before pulling you downstairs with him. You’re still determined to get your clothes back somehow, but as your eyes flutter sleepily still, you decide to table that for another day. 

That evening, when you settle down for your usual nightly movie, you find yourself laying against his chest with his arm around your waist. He seems more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, and the noticeable difference makes you smile. 

“If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked,” you half-tease. 

“Hm.”

“I like you, too, y’know.” He finally looks away from the tv, eyes dropping to you instead. “Way before all of this. I’ve had a crush on you for ages.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Fear of losing you?” You shrug. “Not only are we the only people here, but… you’re also the only person I’ve felt ever close to in my life. I didn’t want to do something that would make you uncomfortable, or make you hate me.”

“I could never hate you,” he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “And I think I’m the one who crossed the ‘uncomfortable’ boundary.”

You laugh. “Yeah, you did. You crossed a very big boundary.” You tilt your head and run your tongue across your lips. “But… it doesn’t make me uncomfortable with you. Nor angry. Maybe in the moment, but certainly not now. Actually… it’s kinda hot, now that I think about it.”

Despite his passing nervousness, he can’t help but laugh. “I did say you’d be playing with fire.”

“Guess I should’ve headed the warning.”

You curl closer into him, adoring the way he responds so quickly, running a hand through your hair and dancing his fingers on your skin. It’s easier than ever to relax around him. Right now, this prison world feels like anything but a prison. 

~~~~~~~~~~

In the night, you sneak into his room, polaroid in hand. It’s rather easy, the lock is gone now and his door is cracked open, practically inviting you in. You tiptoe up to his bed, focusing the camera on Kai’s shirtless form and snap a quick photo, snickering to yourself. But then, as the old machine whirrs in action, your target opens an eye. You back up, glancing between the boy in the bed and the door. He groans, laughing on the tail end of the tired sound. 

“Whatcha doing?”

“Karma, baby.”

“Mhm, good try.” He eyes you in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. “Y’know… the way I got so many of you is because I was quiet.” 

“Uh-” You look at the door again - big mistake. The moment your eyes are off him, his arms around your waist. “Ah, Kai!” You screech, head hitting his pillow for the second time that day. 

He positions himself on top of you, practically sitting on you, and takes the camera from your hands. “Tip number one, snap the picture and leave before the camera starts to sputter.” He sets it on the nightstand. “Tip number two, stalk someone who’s a little less obsessed with you. That way, they might not be able to hear your every move.” Before you can reply, he’s kissing you again, with as much passion as he had only hours ago. 

[1994converse]

‎ ‎ 𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥: 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 -

‎ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗦

It’s no secret that you’re kinky.

Kai knows this, because he’s experienced all your depraved fantasies firsthand. They surprised him at first, because someone like you - cute and sweet, with the ability to love so much you’re capable of loving a psycho like him; it just seems like you wouldn’t be into anything beyond missionary, classic love making.

But, he supposes that maybe it does make sense.

Someone who plays with fire must be okay with getting burned.

A girl who lets the devil into her life, her room, her bed, isn’t exactly wearing angel wings herself. That’s just not how things, people, dynamics work, and Kai is smart enough to know that.

It is a hot idea though, he thinks, imagining you as an innocent that he gets to defile. In a way, it makes the whole thing more special, because he doesn’t have much experience sexually. Kai knows he’s hot, but it’s not like women are lining up to get into bed with someone that murdered their entire family. Not that he’d lead with that if he was meeting a woman, but his kind of crazy is something most people can pick up on, he’s noticed.

Even though he’s aware of your kinky ways, has memories of your playtime together burned into his mind to forever get him hard when a vision of them flashes behind his eyes, when you ask him to control your orgasms, he laughs.

Thinks you’re kidding, because the honest truth is that he’s never heard of that before. Didn’t know any woman, man, person would want someone to deny them pleasure. It’s insane to him. Kai would never deny himself anything, and he sure as hell wouldn’t let someone else tell him he couldn’t feel something as great as an orgasm.

Laughing at your request wasn’t to make you feel bad, or to humiliate you. It was a genuine reaction, although it’s not like Kai ever goes out of his way to spare your feelings. He’s not mean to you, and cold isn’t exactly the right word when it comes to describing him, but he wouldn’t feel obligated to tread lightly around you just because. Kai is honest, to a fault.

Unless, of course, he’s lying. Which sociopaths tend to do…a lot. One lie turns into another lie to cover his tracks, and then another lie, and then one just for fun, until sometimes Kai doesn’t even know if he’s telling a real story or not.

You’re just lucky he really has nothing to lie to you about. At this point in your relationship, all you do is fuck and kiss and talk and watch movies and go out together when time allows. You’re with each other more often than not, and you’re a good girlfriend, because the times when you’re not together you completely turn a blind eye to whatever he’s doing.

It’s one of his favorite things about you. That, and the way you ignore whatever new blood splatter might stain his clothes, or his shoes, or his fingertips. It’s sexy, how oblivious you pretend to be just to keep the peace.

You’re his girl, and in his own way, he…cares about you. A sociopath can never truly love you, not like the fairytales you used to read when you were a little girl. There’s no fireworks with Kai, at least not for him, no kissing in the rain or love letters or moments where he holds your face in his hands and proclaims his love for you.

But he does prioritize you. He considers you important. He can protect you and he loves to learn more about you, does the things required to stay in your life since he doesn’t want to lose you. You make him laugh, he loves fo fuck you, he feels comfort when you’re near. Is it true love? Not for him, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

Because you love him. And anyway, Kai treats you better than some of the so called “normal” boyfriends your friends have. It works for you.

So when Kai laughs at the idea of controlling when you get to cum, he doesn’t do it to be mean. He doesn’t do it with the purpose of teasing you, but when he sees the reaction it gets out of you, that you squeeze your thighs together for some relief because him teasing you and humiliating you is such a turn on, he begins to understand.

“Oh, you’re really into this,” he says with a grin, in that sort of crazy way of his. That signature smirk of his that he gets when he feels magic, power. There it is.

He’s excited, but not in his pants. Not yet. It doesn’t happen that fast.

It takes a few times with this level of control you’re giving him over you before Kai really begins to understand the appeal. What’s not to like? All Kai has ever wanted is control, and you, his beautiful, too trusting, fucked up girlfriend are giving it to him on a silver platter.

Because you are fucked up, he thinks, when he ties your hands behind your back with a piece of rope he literally has casually tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. He doesn’t even remember where it’s from. You’re fucked up when you let him push his hard cock raw inside of your tight, wet pussy, your panties still on because you begged for the sting of the feeling of him fucking you with them just pushed to the side.

Make me feel dirty, you said, and Kai can do that. He loves to get dirty.

“Naughty,” he remarks, because it’s fucked up how wet you are you when he’s got you face down, ass up, about to use your body to get himself off while you get nothing. Wrists rubbed raw from the rope, your ass probably stinging from his smack, and no matter what he does, you take it.

You’re very fucked up. And it’s one of his other favorite things about you.

Kai will give you this, this thing you’re desperately craving. Having no control. He’ll spank you and pull your hair, fuck your mouth and watch you choke on his cum. Make you feel bad, in a silly way, when it leaks out of the sides of your mouth. “Aw,” he’ll say, his grip tight on your hair, “I thought you said you could take it.” He’ll tie you up until you’ve got rope burn, tease you with his fingers until you’re almost crying, desperate to cum, only for him to deny you.

“What?” He’ll ask, trying to sound fake annoyed, when really his dick has never been harder. The sound of your cries - god, it drives him wild. My girl, he’ll think fondly, looking at you when you’re so desperate to cum that you’re willingly humping his leg. “You asked for this,” he’ll remind you, smirk on his face because he knows that even if you asked to go back to the way things used to be, he’d never relinquish this power he has over you.

My girl, he’ll think again, pushing you down in the bed after you’ve just gotten ready for a nice day out. What did you think, he’ll reason, wearing a little dress like that? If you look that good, you obviously want him. That’s really the way he sees it, sees the world, with a crazy confidence only a sociopath could have - that everything and everyone is for his picking. Waiting around for him to take what he wants.

Kai’s always enthusiastic and clumsy about it too. Trips when he pushes you down on the bed and tries to get his belt off, hurts you without meaning to because he’s just so excited to get his dick wet, it’s all he can think about.

You’re lucky it’s a kink of yours, to be completely dominated, otherwise his sexual selfishness wouldn’t be so fun. Like when you watch a movie together, with your head on his chest. Kai clings to you like you’re his favorite teddy bear, always wants to be touching some part of your body, and it’s romantic to you.

Even when he pushes you down to the bulge in his jeans and takes his cock out, holds your head down until you take him in your mouth. Yes, even when he’s holding the back of your hair, harsh but fondly, rubbing up and down your arm affectionately, possessively, probably thinking about what kind of spell he could possibly do to make you even more at his mercy.

He loves to tease you with his fingers and cock, and sometimes his tongue. It’s delicious, it’s painful, and it’s endlessly entertaining for him. Kai could torture you for hours, although it rarely ever gets that far, lucky you. His attention span is short, and his ability to not prioritize his own arousal is even shorter.

You’ll beg, eventually, kicking yourself for ever asking this maniac to have any type of sexual control over you. Please, you’ll say, I take back what I said about wanting this. Just let me cum. I’ll do anything. And maybe a normal boyfriend would give in, but not Kai. He’s just got this power over you, you think he’s going to let it go?

“Anything?” He’ll say, lightly flicking over your clit, so swollen since you haven’t cum in weeks. He loves the way your pussy looks, so desperate, so wet from nothing, and he uses it to his advantage. Will come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, slip a hand under your dress or skirt or down your pants, just to cup your mound and see the way you act like you’re in fucking heat.

“Anything,” he’ll repeat, a look on his face, that smirk that makes your entire body freeze in fear and arousal. “Well, we’ll just have to see if you really mean that.”

‎ ‎ written by: @tinysunshine

[coco-cinnamon]

Needy In Many Ways

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

Pairings: Kai Parker x Female Human Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[r-memberme]

the line you don't cross | k.p

⎯⎯“You know what I think?” he murmurs, voice so close now you swear you can feel the vibration through the wood. “I think you lock me out because you want to know what I’ll do when I’m not allowed in.”

warnings: he's too sexy thats the warning

You lock the door. Out of habit. Out of hope. Out of the stupid belief that something as small as a twist of metal can protect you from him.

But it’s not about the lock, is it?

It never was.

Because if you were serious about keeping Kai Parker out, you wouldn’t let him linger in your thoughts the way he does. You wouldn’t memorize the sound of his voice, the way it curls when he says your name like he invented it. You wouldn’t dream in the shape of his mouth or wake with his name on the edge of your teeth.

You wouldn’t keep the lights low and the air still, as if part of you is waiting.

The knock is always the same. Never rushed. Never demanding. Just there.

Three soft taps.

You close your eyes.

Because you’ve told him no. You’ve told yourself no. Again and again, like a prayer. Like a ritual you perform in the mirror with trembling hands. He’s dangerous. He’s wrong. He ruins everything he touches.

And you—

You’re trying so hard not to be another thing he destroys.

But you’re tired. And temptation doesn’t knock like that unless it knows the door is already half-open.

On the other side, his voice slides against the wood like silk over skin. Amused. Warm. Steady.

“You know, locking me out only makes me more curious.”

You don’t answer.

You can hear it in his tone—that smirk. That low, deliberate pull. The way he speaks like you already belong to him and this is just a game he’s letting you play.

“I haven’t even touched you,” he says. “And still, you flinch like you can feel my hands.”

Your throat tightens.

Because you can.

You feel his hands even when they’re nowhere near. You feel them in your ribs, your chest, your spine. In the parts of you that ache for danger and ruin and warmth that doesn’t ask permission.

He sighs, not impatient—just indulgent.

“I could snap this lock,” he says, quiet, “with a flick of my wrist.”

The metal hums in the silence. The idea of him standing there, on the other side, capable of unmaking your defenses like they were paper.

But he doesn’t.

Because that’s not how he plays this game.

“No fun in stealing what’s already mine,” he murmurs. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t make me beg.”

And God, he would, wouldn’t he?

Kai Parker, on his knees at your feet, hands on your thighs, voice full of mockery and desperation. He’d beg and laugh at himself for doing it, all at once.

You press your forehead to the door. Breathe him in through the wood. Say nothing.

Because you know—

The moment you unlock this door… You won’t be able to close it again.

And part of you—the part that’s starving and lonely and desperate to feel anything real

has already turned the key.

You don’t move. Not yet.

But your fingers twitch at your sides. Your breath comes thin, shallow.

And you hate how your body betrays you—how it leans toward his voice like a flower toward light it should not trust.

“You’re not scared of me,” he says, softer now.

Not smug. Not cruel. Just... sure.

He lets the silence stretch, as if he wants you to disagree.

You don’t.

Because he’s right.

You’re not scared of what he is—what he’s capable of. You’re scared of what you feel when he looks at you like that. Like there’s a war in him and you’re the one thing keeping him human.

He’s quiet for a moment.

And then—

“You know what I think?” he murmurs, voice so close now you swear you can feel the vibration through the wood. “I think you lock me out because you want to know what I’ll do when I’m not allowed in.”

The air shifts. Tightens. Like the world itself holds its breath.

“I think you want me to prove it,” he says. “That I’ll wait. That I’ll keep coming back.”

ou shut your eyes, chest aching.

He always says the thing you won’t let yourself think.

“I think you’re wondering how long you can hold out,” he continues. “If I’ll give up. If I’ll lose interest.”

A breath, slow.

“I won’t.”

Your pulse kicks, hard.

“Because you’re already mine,” he says gently. “You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

And there it is. The line. The one you’ve drawn and redrawn so many times it’s faded and crooked now. But you feel it crumble under your feet like sand giving way to the tide.

Because it’s true. You’ve said no. You’ve told yourself this is wrong. But your heart answers to him in every beat.

He’s not touching you. He hasn’t even seen your face. And still, he’s everywhere.

And when he speaks again, it’s so quiet, so unbearably sincere, it breaks something in you.

“Let me in,” he says. “Or I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life teaching you what it means to want something the way I want you.”

You freeze.

The door handle burns beneath your hand. Not from magic—just the heat of your own need. Of how badly you want to believe that someone could want you that deeply. That ruinously.

And for one long moment— Your hand is on the lock. And your will is crumbling like dusk into night.

The lock clicks. And it’s the loudest sound in the world.

For a moment, nothing moves.

Then the door eases open—slow, reluctant, trembling at the edges—and you’re there. Finally. Bathed in amber hallway light, eyes unreadable, mouth drawn tight like it hurts to hold it steady.

And Kai— He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t move.

He just looks at you.

Like you’ve dragged the whole sun into the corridor with you. Like you are some rare celestial event and he’ll be damned if he misses a second of it.

The air between you goes molten. He doesn’t need to say a word. That look alone is enough to unravel every last excuse you’ve clung to.

You hate how your stomach flips. Hate how your eyes go soft at the sight of him.

But more than anything— You hate how safe he feels.

He steps forward, slow. Controlled. You don’t step back.

"You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper. But it comes out ruined. Fragile.

“I know,” he murmurs, barely above breath. “But tell me to go.”

He means it. You see it in his eyes. If you say the words—if you really say them—he’ll go.

You don’t.

And maybe that’s the cruelest thing. That you want to say it. That you should say it.

But instead, you ask:

“Why do you keep doing this?”

A soft sound leaves him. Not quite a laugh. Not quite a sigh.

“Because I know you,” he says. “I know how hard you fight. I know how scared you are to want something you can’t control. But that doesn’t change the fact that I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”

Your breath catches. He takes one more step.

“You think I don’t hear how your heartbeat changes when I touch you?” His voice gentles—melts. “Or how you say my name when you’re tired and think no one’s listening?”

You blink. Hard. You shouldn’t let him in. You shouldn’t let him win.

But he’s already inside you. He’s already got his hands around the roots of you.

He leans closer, voice almost reverent:

“I want you. All of you. The parts you hate, the parts you hide, the parts that shake when I get too close.”

You clench your jaw, desperate to keep control, but his hand lifts—slowly—and just barely brushes the side of your face. His fingers don’t even fully touch you, just hover there.

“Let me ruin you,” he says, voice low, almost pleading. “Let me be the one who tears down every wall you built to keep yourself from feeling too much.”

Your breath comes sharp. You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. But you whisper anyway—

“…You already have.”

And then he kisses you.

Not wildly. Not hungrily. But like he’s claiming something he’s been patient for. Like the ocean finally kissing the shore after a hundred years of waiting.

Your fingers twist in his jacket. His hand cups your jaw with a reverence you didn’t think he had in him.

It doesn’t stop there.

Of course it doesn’t.

You should’ve pulled away the second his mouth found yours. You should’ve closed the door, locked it again, walked back into the safe cold dark where he couldn't touch the part of you that still trembled like a faultline.

But instead—

You let it happen.

You let him press you back—slowly, reverently—until your spine brushes the wall and your body answers his touch like it always has: with weakness. With want. With surrender

Kai doesn’t rush. That would be too merciful.

He lets his fingertips drag along your jaw, down your throat, until they rest just above your collarbone—feeling your pulse hammer there like it’s begging him to stay.

His breath is warm at your ear.

“Still think you don’t want this?” he murmurs, voice soft but laced with something dangerous.

You don’t speak.

Because lying to him now would be crueler than anything he’s ever done.

“You keep telling yourself I’m the wrong choice,” he continues, letting his lips brush just beneath your jaw, not kissing, not yet. “But if I’m so wrong, why do you look at me like that? Like I’m already yours.”

He moves closer. Chest to chest, breath to breath.

“And why,” he whispers, “do I feel like I’m already yours, too?”

It’s that. That line. That quiet confession wrapped in all his arrogance and ache, that drops your guard like glass.

You inhale sharply—but the air feels different. Heavier. It coats your lungs in something unholy.

“Because you don’t play fair,” you whisper back. “You never did.”

A flicker of something flashes in his eyes. Not pride. Not victory. But something older. More raw.

“No,” he admits. “I don’t.”

His hand slides around your waist. Slow. Careful. Possessive.

“But I never lied to you,” he adds, voice a little rougher now. “Not once.”

You want to protest. You want to say something clever. Something to push him away again.

But his thumb brushes over your lips. And then lower. And suddenly your world is just him.

His breath, his hands, his godforsaken devotion.

“You’re fighting this so hard,” he says, mouth now inches from yours. “But I wonder, are you fighting me—or are you fighting the part of yourself that’s already mine?”

The silence that follows is brutal.

You could say no. You could lie. You could run.

But instead—

You look at him. Really look.

And that’s the moment it breaks.

Not loud. Not dramatic.

Just something small. Something subtle.

Like a dam cracked hairline-wide… just wide enough to let the flood through.

Your hands rise—almost against your will—and tangle in the front of his shirt.

“I hate you,” you whisper, voice wrecked.

And he smiles, slow and knowing.

“No,” he murmurs, lowering his forehead to yours. “You hate that you love me.”

You don’t deny it.

And when his mouth claims yours again—slower this time, darker—you kiss him like you’ve already paid the price.

Because maybe you have.

And maybe part of you always wanted to.

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I just made this random chart for all my pookies to understand my type in men

For the memo I find them all fuckable and even datable even the ones in looks more than personality it's just my personal chart to organize things and see with ho I correspond more.

Can yall help me what is my type?

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The Old Me Never Left

Kai Parker x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's SO gets grabbed by some witches in an attempt to make him cooperate, but those witches forgot exactly who they were dealing with.

Word Count: 1,635

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Just a heads up, this has a little more description of violence and the reader in peril than my works usually do! Still very canon-typical for TVD though.

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My favorite song blasted through my headphones as I walked, the sun gently shining down and making the world around me the perfect temperature. A light breeze blew across my face and I'd just picked up my favorite drink from my favorite cafe. It should've been the perfect moment.

Instead of enjoying the day, however, I was busy glancing in the reflective windows of buildings I passed, trying to keep an eye on the two people behind me. They'd been behind me for a while now, including at the coffee shop I'd stopped at, and my mental warning meter had quickly clicked into the red.

Since I regularly involved myself with supernaturals, especially since I'd started dating one, I'd had to be more on guard than ever for someone coming after me for something to do with all that. Very much inconvenient and sometimes truly terrifying, but lucky for me, I had a secret weapon.

Kai Parker. My boyfriend, and a siphoner-witch who just happened to be one of the most powerful people around. No matter if the threat behind me was supernatural or just regular humans being a problem, I knew Kai could and would take care of it for me.

I sped up slilghtly, chucking my still half-full drink in the trash and pulling my phone out of my pocket. Despite myself, my heart started racing faster, especially as I noticed the people behind me getting noticeably closer the next time I checked in a window. I quickly dialed Kai's number and held the phone to my ear, speeding up even more when I heard running footsteps behind me.

"Hey, sweetheart," came Kai's voice as I started running. I could hear his smile through the phone. "What's up?"

"Kai, I need you to come find me," I said, my voice urgent, the words coming out between fast breaths. "I was on my way to the park. I'm like a block or two away, coming from our cafe, and these people are following me-"

I heard someone behind me shout a word I didn't know, and a moment later, a splitting pain tore through my head. I screamed and fell to the ground, but I knew making a scene wouldn't help; these people were clearly witches. The extra seconds I'd had to talk to Kai were likely only because they'd been busy casting spells to hide me from passerby when I went down.

Vaguely, as I hit the pavement and the world went dark around me, the pounding in my head echoing throughout my body, I thought I heard Kai's voice. He sounded panicked, and he kept repeating my name over and over. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him, to reassure him, to help him with whatever had him freaking out. But I couldn't make myself move, especially not through the pain.

Finally, everything else faded to black, the pain disappearing with the rest of the world as Kai's voice danced through my head for one last blissful moment. And then he was gone, too.

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When I woke up, not everything came back to me right away. I wasn't totally sure where I was or how I'd gotten here, but I knew one thing: my body hurt.

Everything, top to bottom, ached or screamed at me in some way. And when the memories started coming back, of the witches and the panic in Kai's voice on the phone, my heart started clenching in my chest, too.

"Look who's awake."

A gruff voice drew my attention to a few figures in front of me. I couldn't totally make them out, my vision still a little blurry, but they clearly weren't friends.

"Who... are you?" I managed to groan. I tried to move, but found myself bound tightly to a chair. My head swam, a pain like a spike still focused into my forehead.

"We're friends of your boyfriend," said one in a tone that clearly meant the opposite. I groaned.

"What do you... want?"

"We want him to get in line," the one in the middle said. "The powerful heretic, wrongful leader of the Gemini Coven, finally has a weakness—you—so it's time for him to start playing nice."

I huffed a laugh which immediately turned into a painful cough. Still, I smiled and shook my head, even as it made the world spin beneath me.

"You're all fools. You can't control Kai, especially not like this."

"Oh, I think you're underestimating your importance to him significantly," said the one in the lead. I started to respond, but a familiar voice piped up from the back of the room before I could.

"Mm, I don't think this has anything to do with 'underestimating importance'. More like... one person in this room knows who I am, and everyone else forgot."

The men before me whirled around, giving me a clear line of sight to Kai as my vision finally started returning to normal. I swear at least half the adrenaline melted out of my body at the sight of him leaning casually against the doorframe of whatever room we were in. He looked completely casual and calm, until his eyes locked onto me. The teasing smile dropped from his face as he straightened, then faced the other witches again. The smile came back, but this time it had a much sharper edge to it.

"You know, it's funny," he said, voice like a steel blade. "People seem to think that just because I've chosen a peaceful life with someone I love, that I lost all my powers, or something. But I can tell you all right now: the Kai Parker of your nightmares didn't go anywhere."

The witches between Kai and I shifted nervously, removing his direct line to me and shifting backwards in my direction.

"You better be careful, Parker," said the one in the lead, all of the arrogance and confidence gone from his voice despite his attempt to posture. "You do what we say, or-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Kai raised a hand, magically yanking the witch forward and striking out with a knife in his other hand, stabbing the witch straight through the heart. The whole room froze in shock as Kai just held him there for a minute, surely siphoning the magic out of his body, before letting him fall to the floor limp and dead.

The minute his body hit the ground, the remaining witches sprang into action. Most of them tried to focus fire on Kai, but one dropped back towards me, moving to stand behind me and my chair. In the time it took him to cross the room, Kai made quick work of the rest of his friends, draining all of their power before finishing them off and dropping them with their fallen leader.

"Stop!" shouted the one behind me. "Don't make another move or I'll- ah!"

He screamed, and I heard a sound like him dropping to his knees. Before me, Kai had one hand extended, a thunderous look on his face. He scrunched his hand into a fist, and the man behind me fell silent, other than the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Just like that, the rage melted off Kai's face. He crossed the room to me in a second, dropping to his knees before me and gently running his hands over my forearms and thighs. A moment later, the bonds holding me fell away.

"Are you alright, baby?" he asked, eyes wide with concern as his hands ghosted over my body, simultaneousy checking for injury while reassuring him I was really here. "I'm so sorry they hurt you. I came as fast as I could."

I nodded shakily, rubbing at my wrists before running a hand down Kai's face. He leaned into the touch, his eyes instantly romaing my expression.

"I'm okay now," I said, voice still a little breathy. "I'm okay. I knew you'd come for me."

"I'll always come for you. Nothing in the world could keep me away. Nothing." I nodded, a smile making its way onto my face as Kai brushed a few tears from my cheek that I hadn't realized had fallen. "And now, none of them are ever going to hurt you again."

Kai's eyes darkened a little as he said it, so I brushed my thumb across his cheek and gave him a small smile. Just like that, the shadows vanished from his face again as his eyes focused on me. I leaned forward and Kai did the same, our lips meeting a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss. I felt the warm tingle of magic flowing across my skin, erasing all the last aches and pains, until Kai and I finally pulled apart.

A fluttering smile made its way onto Kai's face as his eyes scanned mine again. Finally, he sighed.

"You ready to go home, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Me too."

Kai shot me a wink as he scooped me into his arms, then carried me out of the room, stepping carefully over the bodies he'd left in his wake. He held me a little tighter to him as we left the room, and I buried my head in his chest. Kai and I had both changed a lot since we'd first met, but at the end of the day, we were still the same people. He would still do anything for me, and although it didn't come up as often, I would do anything for him. And no one, be they murderous witches or particularly rude people I happened to cross paths with in my daily life, stood at chance at bringing the two of us down.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Early Shower Gift - Klaus / Kai

Klaus x Fem!Reader (romantic)

Kai x Reader (friends)

Warnings: TVD

Word count: 1,200

Summary: Being friends with Kai and him giving you and Klaus a magical pregnancy.

Authors Note: Hope doesn’t exist. Or Freya just time line for Freya.

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“Where are you two going?” Rebekah asked, noticing Klaus and Y/n ready to leave the compound.

“To visit her siphoner friend.” Klaus tells his sister their plans. Klaus wasn’t necessarily thrilled to go visiting the siphoner but Y/n had said Kai wanted to see both of them.

Klaus also didn’t want Y/n out and about much. She’s a vampire but she’s been sick throwing up the last couple weeks. It’s put all the Mikaelsons on edge, they all love Klaus’ wife the two had been married forever. Y/n is their family through and through. So her being sick when it shouldn’t be possible, it worried them.

“Why?” Elijah asked not trusting Malachai Parker. Not one Mikaelson did. But Y/n had met him before he was locked away and befriended him. When Kai got out he seeked her out and their friendship reconnected.

“He said he wanted to talk to the both of us.” Y/n shrugged. Kai wouldn’t even give her a hint and that was hard for him.

“Are you feeling well enough to go?” Rebekah was worried for y/n. She was the sister she always wanted.

“I’ll be fine. Knowing Kai it won’t take long.” Y/n nodded smiling at the female Mikaelson. Y/n appreciated all their concern but she trusted Kai and Klaus would be with her.

“I’m still trying to find out why you're feeling sick.” Kol tell’s her. Kol had gotten out every grimoire he had collected over his lifetime and was trying to find anything on why Y/n was seemingly sick. Y/n’s family to them, they all loved her and she loves them. Kol was worried about her. Elijah was the only one keeping a leveled compost, but he to felt nervous for his sister in-law.

“Thanks Kol.” Y/n smiles gratefully at him.

“Let’s go love.” Klaus wrapped his arm around her waist guiding her to leave. The sooner they left the sooner Klaus could get her back to the compound and keep her safe.

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“Kai?” Y/n called out not seeing her friend as they entered the abandoned house Kai had given her the address to.

“You guys made it.” Kai greeted them excitedly as he walked into what used to be a living room.

“We did.” Y/n hugged him as he came over very excited to see the couple. “What’s up? You’re giddy.” Y/n noted as they pulled apart, and her ever protective hybrid pulled her closer to him.

“Have you been throwing up lately? Achey? Tired?” Kai asked her, smiling, looking her up and down.

“Why do you ask?” Klaus questioned defensively. How could he know how she’s been feeling?

Y/n rested her hand on Klaus’ chest to calm him before turning her attention back to Kai. “Yes. Do you know why?”

Kai nodded with a huge grin on his face. Which sent Klaus closer to the edge.

“Wanna share?” Klaus narrowed his eyes, preparing himself to kill the siphoner.

“What are those the symptoms of?” Kai smiled, rocking on his feet back and forth.

“A lot of things.” Y/n answers not wanting to get her hopes up for the impossible that did run through her mind.

Kai smirks. “Something a hybrid, especially an original can’t get.”

Y/n looks at him confused. “Pregnancy. But that's impossible Kai.”

“We’re over a thousand years out its not possible.” Klaus shook his head and Y/n was turned with the Mikaelson siblings. She herself is an original, there’s no possible way for her to get pregnant and why now? They’ve had a lot of sex over the centuries.

“You're welcome.” Kai smiled excitedly, raising his arms. Confirming that he had indeed given them the impossible.

“Kai, I don't know what to say.” Y/n was overwhelmed with shock and happiness and close to tears. She never thought she’d have kids after what Ester and Mikael did to all of them.

“I see the way you look at children. I’ve heard you express if you could you would. I found a way to give you that, and for it to be 100% both of you.” Kai explained to the couple. If he was gonna do a nice thing it’d be for the woman who stuck up for him and would defend him.

“Thank you.” Y/n hugged him as tight as she could without hurting him.

“Thanks mate.” Klaus thanked the siphoner as well. Klaus was shocked, astonished, and happily surprised he’d do that for them. Maybe his opinion of Malachia would have to change. After doing this for them, if Y/n wanted him to be an uncle to their kid, Kai deserved it in Klaus’ mind. The kid wouldn’t be possible without him.

“No problem. Think of it as an early baby shower gift.” Kai shrugged, smiling as big as his face would allow.

“Well there wouldn’t be a baby without you. Thank you Kai. Really.” Y/n laughed over joyed.

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Once Y/n and Klaus left and went back to the Mikaelson compound, the two walked hand in hand with smiles on their faces. Which didn’t go unnoticed by the Mikaelson siblings.

“What’s your friend want?” Rebekah asked from the couch as she noticed the two enter before Elijah or Kol.

“He did something amazing for us.” Klaus was smiling a guinea smile as he answered his sister, all the while pulling Y/n closer to him. Y/n’s back was to his chest a smile on her face as well.

“Kol you can stop researching. We know why I’m sick now.” Y/n told the youngest Mikaelson brother.

“Why are you sick?” Elijah asked the million dollar question.

“What does my brother mean?” Rebekah questioned, still confused as to what Klaus’ words meant. Klaus seemed overly happy and normally that wasn’t because of anything good.

“Kai used magic and it’s the reason I’m sick.” Y/n told them.

Kol Stood up furiously. “I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t you dare.” Klaus narrowed his eyes pointing at Kol.

“Why not?” Kol looked at Klaus like he was crazy. Their family was harmed. Why would the siphoner still get to keep his life?

Y/n and Klaus exchanged look’s before Y/n turned back to their family. Klaus started rubbing over her stomach giving his siblings a teasing look while Y/n said. “I’m pregnant.”

“He used some spells and was able to create a magical miracle.” Klaus explained further, smiling widely at his siblings. Still reeling from the news.

“It’s 100% us. I don’t know how he did it. But he did.” Y/n tells them in their state of shock laughing at how things turned out so good.

Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol all got up worried for Y/n since this wasn’t something that's ever happened before. But they were also all excited to bring a little Mikaelson into the world, and they were happy for the couple. They all knew how much Y/n had wanted to have kids when they were human. Hell most of them did. But that choice was taken from all thanks to their parents. They would protect this child with their lives.

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[chronic-escapixt]

Longing

post-merge!Kai x f!reader

content warnings/tags ~ Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY, Dark fiction, yandere, stalking, magical drugging, Kai's POV

summary ~ Kai develops an obsession with the first person to show that they care about him

Our story starts with the day that I died. Well - technically I didn’t ‘die’. But I almost did. I could feel it for weeks now: non-stop nosebleeds and night sweats turned into something much more serious than I wanted to admit. 

I could barely stand up straight when I finally dragged myself to my dear sister, Josette’s apartment. I had to swallow a lot of pride coming here. Since the make-shift merge granted me my own magic (sorry little brother) , I thought I’d never have to ask anything from any of them again, yet here I am.

Doubled over, clutching my abdomen, where every one of my failing organs fights over which can kill me the fastest, having rang the doorbell for the second time.

That’s when I hear a sweet voice behind me.

“Hey, are you alright?”

I don’t move or even respond at first because there’s no way she’s talking to me.

Then I feel her step closer, “sir..”

That’s when I turn and notice the micro-expression of shock on her face as she glimpses my sunken features and sickly pallor. Oddly enough, she doesn’t recoil away from me. She’s more concerned than anything.

“I don’t mean to sound like a stalker but I just saw you struggle the whole way up the stairs. Do you need an ambulance or could I call someone?”

She’s beautiful, okay.. like a major babe. Making it all the more embarrassing when I trip through my words. I should excuse myself because I feel lightheaded and socially deprived doesn’t even begin to describe the last two decades of my life, but I find myself flustered.

“Are you okay?” she repeats slower. She genuinely cared about my wellbeing even though it didn't benefit her at all.

I snap out of it. “yeah.. I’m fine.. just here to see my sister. She’s a doctor, so I’m hoping she can work her magic on me.. so to speak..” I try to straighten my posture, but my shoulders sag right back down pathetically. 

“Oh! You’re Jo’s brother?” 

“Yeah, we’re super close.. we’re twins actually.” 

She gives me a weird look then laughs out loud, “you’re funny.” I force a short chuckle at the expense of my aching ribcage.

It’s just like Jo to interrupt our conversation when she finally answers her door for me. 

“Kai?” she looks me over. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I thought I’d visit you since im not feeling the greatest and your neighbor here was kind enough to check on me.”

“Y/N?”

She greets Jo with a smile then turns to me.

“It was nice meeting you, Kai.” I could've died happy in that moment, watching her lips form the sounds of my name.

She continued, “I really hope you feel better and maybe I’ll see you around.”

I watched her disappear into that apartment of hers. Apartment B25, on the right side across from Jo’s. I’d learn it had a balcony that I could view from the storefront of the coffee joint across the street. 

My smile left my face when I turned back to my sister. For once in our lives, Jo actually helped me. It turns out I just needed her magic, the missing piece to complete the merge. 

Days went by and, my body felt better than ever, but my chest still felt achy. Like a weird gnawing right behind my sternum that bothered me at night and kept me up with sad thoughts. Ever since that weird crying fiasco, I started using the internet to look up these feelings I experienced based on my symptoms. Apparently, I was feeling longing.

I couldn’t ignore it for long, especially not when my memories of her face became hazy. I couldn’t remember if she had a beauty mark on her right or left cheek or that precise shade of hazel in her eyes. 

She became my obsession where all I could think about was the next time I could be around her. More and more I wanted to possess her. Keep her all to myself like a selfish child with their favorite toy. 

I learned her schedule and spent countless afternoons at that coffee shop across the street watching her come home after her classes. I found reasons, any reason at all to be in her building just so I could talk to her. 

I even told her I was a chemistry major just so I could finally get through the threshold of her apartment and smell the space permeated with her lovely cinamony scent. We’d sit together on her floor and I helped her study for her upcoming exam. Chemistry is surprisingly similar to alchemy and potions.

I’d watch her lips when she drunk her favorite cappuccino when we met up for coffee, my eyes never leaving the sight of the frothy milk left on her upper lip. 

I planned a murder when her out-of-state boyfriend decided to come visit her. Brock? Bruce? It doesn’t really matter because I made sure that asshole was out of her life for good. He was a douche anyway and she’s too pure for someone like him. It didn’t take me long to realize he was cheating on her. It wasn’t messy. I took a more refined approach and melted his brain with a simple spell before sending her every screenshot and the most brutal heartbreaking words I could think of sent from his cellphone.

Then I was her shoulder to cry on. I was the one that reassured her that she was enough. She was more than enough. She was perfect. 

I grew tired of watching her agonize over a shitty dead guy, making everything about him. So one night, when I got her drinks from the bar, I muttered a short spell to make a little potion to put her to sleep. I carried her home with me and tucked her into bed before climbing in next to her and pulling her into my chest. That gnawing was finally gone. No longer longing. I felt something else, but I didn’t care to google it because it felt so good I just wanted to enjoy it in the moment. I kissed her forehead and softly told my sleeping beauty that she was mine. 

And I’m never letting her go.

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✨Prompt List✨

Hello my darling readers! I’ve decided to do a prompt list/writing challenge for myself with your help! Choose any of these 50 prompts (or leave one of your own), mix and match, and comment or leave an ask in my ask box! It can be any of these listed characters below. I will write NSFW 18+, but it depends on the content requested. I tend to write Fem!reader, but I can always substitute! Please don’t be afraid to reach out with your requests!

Disclaimer: I literally compiled this from many different Pinterest lists that I liked so most of them are from other lists that I went “ohhh that’s nice, I like that” and added to this one. Credit to those out there on the internet and their genius ideas.

💕Characters💕

The walking Dead

- Daryl Dixon

Teen Wolf

- Scott McCall

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Stiles Stilinski

Marvel

- Bucky Barnes

- Loki Laufeyson

- Thor Odinson

- Steve Rogers

- Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew)

Vampire Diaries

- Elijah Mikaelson

- Damon Salvatore

- Kai Parker

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

👀 Tropes👀

Dads best friend

Enemies to lovers

Hurt/comfort

One bed

Fake dating

Bodyguard

Grumpy/sunshine

Secret dating

In love with the enemy

Forced proximity

Near death/injured

Soulmates

Age gap

Second chance

Love triangle

Stalker

Serial killer

Blackmail

One night stand

Marriage pact

Pen pals

🫶🏻Prompts 🫶🏻

“You think I’m going to leave you here?”

“You don’t deserve this… me.”

“You look pretty like this.”

“That’s my fucking Wife!”

“You really don’t know how much I love you?”

“ I like her. Like, really like her. But… she scares me a little.”

“Who made you the leader?”

“Im not pissed, this is just my face.”

“This thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be.”

“Why am I always your second option?”

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“What are we?” “I… I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel so much better if you let me walk you home.”

“It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

“Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

“Shh. Stop fussing, I’m braiding your hair.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

“Stop acting like you’re in love with me. I might actually start believing it.”

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Your parents/friends hate me. You do know that right?”

“My Ex won’t leave me alone, okay? I’m in desperate need of a diversion.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“Nothing will take me from you.”

“When you love something, you protect it.”

“Can’t you go just five minutes without messing something up?”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t… Don’t leave. Please.”

“I don’t know you anymore.”

“Can you keep holding my hand?”

“I think you’d look cuter with me.”

“I see the way you look at them.”

“I can be good, just give me another chance.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Me? As in…me?”

“You chose her.”

“How is it fair that when you protect people, you’re the hero, but when I protect people, I’m the monster?"

“I paid the price no one else was willing to pay.”

“Of all the people I had to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Why is there a magic portal in the bathroom?”

“I dare you to kiss them.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?”

“I love you.” “That’s a bad life decision.”

“Please be quiet. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“Interrupt my reading one more time, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

heat of the moment | kai parker

summary. for the first time you take control, kai usually being the dominant one in the bedroom, but he has to admit to himself that he likes seeing you this way (1.2k)

warnings. smut 18+ mdni, bondage (just some plain old handcuffs), brief moment of vampirism, dominant/submissive sexual roles, handjob, face slapping, sub!kai, begging, teasing, established relationship, swearing

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

He could easily snap out of them, but he refrained for your pleasure, the metal that was attached to the headboard clamped around his wrists in a snare like grip, biting slightly into his flesh. Kai absolutely adored to see you at his mercy… but this was different, and he was not complaining about the turn in events. It was hot to say the least, to witness the streak of dominance within you prevail, and the heretic licked his lips, watching you from below.

You were sat on his lap, your nails gently scratching over his stomach, and Kai was content with watching you, though he wanted you to do something to him in his vulnerable state. “Aw you look pleased with yourself, having me like this. You gonna punish me or something?” What he did not expect however was for your palm to strike the side of his face, pulling a sudden his from his lips. His blue grey eyes went wide, and he noticed that you practically startled yourself, your hand frozen in midair.

“Shit. I’m sorry baby, I got carried away. Are you okay?” You panicked, afraid that perhaps you had gone too far, watching intently as Kai licked his seemingly dry lips, a smirk developing on his face. His eyebrows had risen, but he was much calmer than you were, instead shuffling on the bed, getting more comfortable on the array of sheets beneath him. A flash of veins straggled under his eyes, prior to them disappeared, and that’s when you realised that your sadistic boyfriend was very much into it.

“Well don’t stop on my account.” Kai toyed with you, his pupils trailing across your cleavage that was situated in your lingerie, pushing you further into the depths of your hasty control. “Do it again baby.” His cock was rock hard below your ass, you having stirred a new life within it, and you rotated your hips, causing a rather loud moan to be pulled from your partner. “That’s it, you’re so good to me baby girl.” He meant every word, you had always been good to him, and other times good for him, though the tables were turned this time.

“You want me to fuck you Malachai?” There was a darkness that clouded in his face when you used that name, his jaw became tense, his nostrils flaring in amorous spite. With the stiff silence that followed, you caressed his cheek with your palm, soothing the sting that you had left behind, swiftly retracting it so that you could slap him again, though it was a tad gentler to your prior impulse to do so. Kai’s mouth went slack, his taunting quips that he had prepared now ceasing to exist, the habit slowly dying out.

“Obviously,” another slap, and he was putting in your hands. He wanted nothing more than to take you, but he was desperate to feel all of you, to be inside of you and so he rashly nodded his head, chewing on the inside of his mouth. “Yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me. Just do something, PLEASE.” There was no sight more attractive than Kai begging you realised, and it wasn’t him pleading to be allowed to live, instead he was desperate for the feel of you. There was a glimmer of tears dancing his eyes, and you tutted with pity, leaning down so that you could peck his lips.

He tried to draw the kiss out longer, needing to revel in any affection that he was given, and he growled to himself irritatedly as you pulled away, not obligating to his wishes. “Let me make you feel good baby, just do anything to me.” His breath hitched as you grasped his cock suddenly, his lids fluttering from the small pleasure that you granted him. His hips lifted from the little bit of contact that you gave him, eager to have more than your hand wrapped around him.

“You’ll get what you’re given.” Your tone fragmented his mind, it was serious, and he adored seeing the human that you were wielding such authority. Kai’s intruding thoughts were trying to convince him to break free and take you as you were in the little number that you were wearing, whilst it also ordered him to stay put just as he was, and he opted to comply with the latter despite the occurring suspense that had his body on edge.

“Fuck.” The curse was drawn out, elongated into a moan as you moved your hand over him, stroking the flesh and the pulsing veins of his length. He closed his eyes, succumbing to the sensation that aroused him further more. He could not wait to feel your walls surround him, he was just waiting in his relaxed state whilst his arms ached from the position that they were in above his head. “Put me inside baby, please.” He could practically hear the cruel smile that had settled on your face.

“No.” You dismissed his whimpered order with a firm reply, continuing to move your hand in motions that frazzled his brain. Kai wanted to retaliate, but the ecstasy that was rendering him into a mess of a man felt too euphoric to deny; he would indeed get what he was given. He moved his hips, thrusting himself along your palm with each jerk, breathing out sighs that had you dripping. And as much as a part of you was telling you to simply surrender to his wishes and arrange his cock to be inside of you, you did not want to get distracted by your own pleasure.

Seeing him this way was totally different to what you were accustomed to, he would usually be looming over you, wracking orgasm after orgasm from your body. This was about him, making him not only be submitted to your fruitful desire of domination, but also to have his pleasure held above anything else. You licked your lip as you moved your hand faster, stringing out various curses and moans from your surprisingly obedient lover. “Baby,” his tone was raspy, his throat likely dry from the volume in which he had been moaning out your name, “g-gonna c-c-“

He didn’t even finish his words before he finished himself, his cum painting your thighs as you helped him through his orgasm, until you finally pulled your hand away. Kai eventually opened his eyes when his muscles had come to a calm stand still, looking at you dazed and astounded all through once. All of sudden you felt shy under his gaze, and you reached for the key that would unshackle the cuffs, rubbing his wrists that would be sore although the slight indents would heal very quickly.

As soon as he was free from his bonds, he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him, not caring if his own mess smeared between your bodies. “We are definitely doing that again.” He laughed breathily and you joined in, humming contentedly as he touched your face, planting a kiss filled with delirious passion on your lips. You were relieved that he had enjoyed himself, though he squeezed your hips, drawing your attention to his next words. “Though next time I will be cumming inside of you.” Back to the same old dominant Kai, you thought, but you weren’t going to complain, not as he lazily got up from the bed and swiftly carried you towards the shower.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Gemini Coven Better Watch Out

kai parker x reader | requested

summary: kai comes back from his sister's with new magic and a new mission

tags: rough kissing, neck kissing, dirty talk, breeding kink, unsafe sex, biting

word count: 2.1k

a/n: biggest apologies for the time it took to fill this!! also, i realize now, i could've done this in headcanon format and probably had it out sooner, but ngl i've kinda wanted to use the scene post-kai taking jo's magic in a work anyway, so it works out lol

Kai comes back from his sister’s with a newfound energy. The recently-merged siphon witch had been feeling ill the last twelve hours, and after wondering what it could be to make him so sick, he decided to seek her advice. Despite hating him for all he’s done, Jo’s still a doctor, and she’s probably the only one that could have any clue how to help him. So Kai went alone, not wanting to freak out Ric with the both of you there, and hoped his sister would take pity on his weakened state.

He barely gets through the doorway before grabbing your shoulders and kissing you passionately. He backs you up to the nearest wall. You can feel his dimples against your skin as he smiles. 

Kai feels healthy again. His strength has obviously returned, and he’s no longer sweating nor coughing up blood. Three different energies seem to swirl about in his blood. You can sense them, a witch yourself, and if he were to siphon you, you bet you’d get dizzy fast. 

His hands explore your body. Fingertips trail down your figure, until determined palms grip your waist. He kisses down your neck, kisses getting sloppier as his lips travel south. For a moment, he pauses, panting against your skin. You giggle, threading your hands through his hair, and take your opportunity to talk. 

“What’s all this for? Feeling better?”

He presses another kiss to your collarbone. “Much.”

“Good. What worked?”

“I needed Jo’s magic for the merge to work properly. Luke as a substitute made me the leader, but it didn’t give me the strength I needed because he wasn’t my twin.”

“She gave it to you?”

“With some convincing. But if she didn’t, I would’ve died, causing the death of the rest of our dumb coven, and all the prison worlds would have collapsed, leading to who knows what kind of destruction. That seemed to convince her.”

“Well, good. Because I can’t have you dying on me. I love you too much for you to leave me.”

He smiles, then kisses again. His teeth lightly graze your neck, and you drop your hands from his hair to his own neck in surprise. 

Kai’s always spurred on by those words, but today, they seem to set a fire in him more than ever. He teases the skin beneath your shirt as he pulls at the fabric. His lips reattach to your neck, kissing and nipping along it as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. When you put a hand to his chest, his heart is racing. 

You’re not sure what’s gotten him in such a mood at three in the afternoon, but the more heated he gets, the more you start to burn between your legs. You start to clench them together, fighting the feeling, but he notices quickly with a tsk of the tongue. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he clicks, then picks you up and tosses you gently onto the couch. 

Kai climbs on top of you as you start to laugh and writhe on the soft material. He’s like an animal that’s captured its prey, but wants to tease it first. A dark look takes over his eyes, contradicting the smile that still rests on his face. His clothed hard makes contact with your bare leg, making you gulp. One look down reveals the wet spot forming under your skirt. He pets it gently, eliciting a moan from you.

He kisses your knee before moving his lips down your inner thigh. Excitement grows, however, so does curiosity. You want him, but you want answers first. Specifically, what happened at his sister’s that’s gotten him so turned on? Is it the volume of magic in his blood? The overwhelming power? Or is it a degradation from her mouth? His need to prove himself in spite of her words?

You open your mouth to ask, but his eyes meet yours as soon as you do. His dark look waivers your confidence. His fingers dig underneath your panties, stimulating your clit with ease. Your breath catches, causing you to squeal. A shiver runs through your body. He positions himself to kiss your lips at the same time he’s touching you. 

Question temporarily forgotten, you capture his face in his hands to kiss him back. He’s rough, still, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth and clutching your side between his nails, but remains gentle on your most sensitive tissue. Kai pries your legs open wider with his own. His hard is desperate against the rough material of his jeans. He rubs it along your leg every time he drops his lips back down to your neck, then up to your face again. The friction gets him panting and you hungry. You ache with a need for him to fill you. His teasing is too much, heating up your body, but neglecting where you need him most. 

“Kai,” you whimper, giving into the need. You can get him to do almost anything you want when you say his name with that tone. The touch-starved man turns to butter for you.

“What’s it, baby? Whatcha need?”

“Need you. Need your-” you reach for him, but your finger tips only graze his stomach. The space between your bodies is closing in as he starts to grind more on your leg. 

“Need me, hm?” He whispers it into your neck, causing another shiver. “Where do you need me?” The two fingers on your clit slip between your folds. You bite your lip and grab at his waist for support. “Need me here?”

As good as it feels, it’s not enough. You whine, squeezing your walls together against his fingers. He gets the hint, but teases you further anyway. 

“No? What about here?” He pushes a little deeper. A bit of smirk graces his face and you resist the urge to brazenly spit up at him. “Not there either?” He clicks his tongue once, as if stumped on where you need him. 

“Kai,” you try again. Your body sweats as you near your high. His name comes out mangled and weak. 

“Ah, I know now. You need my cock, is that right?” Your heart skips a beat at the vulgar term falling from his lips. “That’s it. You want me to fill you up completely. You need me pressed up close as I thrust into you, hm?” You whine more. He removes his fingers from your heat to rub on your clit again. “You want me to make you come, so that I glide so easily in and out of you? So that I can fit you so tightly, you can’t even remember your name?” He licks a stripe up your neck, then nips at your earlobe. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” Kai pauses, pulling your skirt and panties down to your ankles, then immediately removing his own clothes, too. He holds himself in one hand while using the other to bring you back to the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your body. “That’s it, c’mon. You’re doing so well. So close.”

“Kai,” you mutter, feeling him on your leg again. You clench around his fingers, but he lets you this time. Curse words spill from your lips as you reach your high. His name slips in between the strings of profanities, making his heart race a little more each time. He can’t wait to be inside you and fill you up the minute you’re ready. 

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Need a moment?”

“No. I need you.”

He smirks, then positions himself in front of you, teasing your folds with his tip. “That’s my girl.” Kai leans forward to distract you with a kiss as he pushes into you. You moan into his mouth at the feeling, but there’s no pain. He made sure you’d be wet enough, and now, he can be sure you’re comfortable as he has his way with you. “Good?”

 “Yeah.” After a couple starter thrusts, you hook your legs around his waist. “Harder.”

He adjusts just slightly for a deeper angle. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll fuck you so well your legs will be shaking, how’s that sound?” You giggle with excitement. “Mhm. I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna feel so good. You’ll be dripping by the time I’m done with you. You’d look so beautiful all full and round, and everyone will know what happened and who got you knocked up. You’d be such a good mommy.” Kai pauses, sweat beading on his forehead. You’re not sure what is causing the sudden baby-talk, but you can’t describe the mixed emotions it makes you feel. His tone is full of excitement. His praise makes you feel rich. 

“Kai,” you whine, unsure what to say. 

His focus, though, is clearly elsewhere. “I’m gonna give you a baby, hm? I’m gonna fuck you so well. Fill you up, and stay inside until you’re good and bred, and not gonna pull out til I’m sure it took. How’s that sound?”

You open your mouth to respond, but a deep thrust makes you moan instead. He smiles, entering a pace that suits you both. 

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” His hands hold you still as he buries himself inside your heat. Praises and profanities leave his lips, but your mind is too fuzzy for you to pick them up. You’re close to your high and he knows it, watching the way your breathing gets heavy and your body clenches harder. “C’mon,” he urges, nipping your shoulder again. 

Kai’s vocal and rough most of the time, but never in this way. But ironically, you were just thinking about it’d be like to have a baby with him. You think he’d be a good dad, despite his past; he’d make sure his kid never suffered the way he did. 

“I’m close,” you mutter, spurring him on.

“I know, c’mon. I’m almost there, too.”

A sudden feeling of warmth shoots through your body. A fullness you’ve never felt before. Kai pants against your skin after his own release, but doesn’t slow down until you reach yours. You do, a second later, from the heavenly feeling of his seed inside you. He doesn’t pull out, plugging you up as promised, and revels in the sensation.

For a moment, you stay like that, with his body atop yours and his face buried in your neck. But then you dig your hands in his hair and pull him up to face you. His cheeks are dark red, and a smile brings out his dimples. You bring him in for a kiss, to which he complies, kissing you much more softly than earlier. When you break it off, he rises, sitting up on his knees.

You follow the action, resting your weight on your elbows. You’re still connected, but a little has leaked out from the movement. You watch it, then cock your head at him.

“So what brought this on, huh?”

“Was it too much?” A look of worry overtakes his face, but you reassure him with a shake of your head.

“No, just unexpected. I didn’t know you had that in you. What caused it?”

He hesitates, but then admits what truth he had learned only an hour prior. “Jo’s pregnant.”

You blink in surprise. “What?”

“When she gave me her magic, I could feel it.”

“And that has to do with this… how?”

Upon sensing the new life in his sister’s womb, something spurred within him. Whether it was a need to compete with her - to be the one to produce the coven’s next set of twins - or to prove that he is just as capable of creating and raising a baby, he has no idea. But that moment of realization brought an urge to him immediately. The need to breed you, to make you full, but also, to bring something as definite and permanent into your lives as a baby, to show everyone how much he loves you, that he is capable of love and willing to change. 

A thousand reasons flood his mind, but he isn’t sure how to word any of them. Emotions are still so new to him, it’s a mystery thinking about which ones are appropriate for which situations. 

“I don’t know,” he finally says. 

You understand. Even if he has some idea, he’s clearly not ready to try and explain it. Sometimes, it takes time, but he always reopens the conversation later, when he’s more apt to talk about it. He’s getting much better, the closer you grow. 

“Huh,” you shrug.

He smiles, full of relief. “Huh.”

[danii19]

“Incase you haven’t figured it out by now…. I’m a sociopath” - Kai Parker

[its-ares]

— Echoes of Longing

Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fanfics4all]

Into The Ghoulie's Den

Request: Yes / No Hiii!! This is my first request not being anon🙃Can you do a Malachai x reader where she was just taking a walk at night through the Southside and didn’t realize she had entered Ghoulie territory and when she goes to turn around she walks straight into Malachi maybe a smutty ending 🙃 @yrfavel

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Malachai x Fem!Northside!Reader 

Word count: 1620

Warnings: SMUT!!!! I see Malachai as a dominant lover so he calls Y/N some names!

Y/N: Your Name 

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The southside wasn’t exactly what I expected. When we first moved to Riverdale, I had heard the warnings- the Southside was dangerous, crawling with gangs, and definitely not a place for a ‘Northsider’ like me to be wandering alone at night. But I wasn’t afraid. Not really. I had been around Jughead enough to know about the Serpents and Ghoulies, and I figured as long as I kept my head down and minded my own business, I’d be fine. 

That was my first mistake. 

I hadn’t realized I had wandered so far, too lost in my own thoughts as I walked down the dimly lit streets. It wasn’t until I caught sight of a few neon lights flickering from a rundown bar and the unmistakable sound of cars revving in the distance that I froze. My stomach twisted. 

Ghoulie territory. 

I turned around immediately, my heart pounding. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going. If Jughead knew I was here, he’d probably lecture me for an hour straight. But I wasn’t about to stick around and find out what happened to Northsiders who strayed too far from home. Just as I pivoted on my heel to leave, I collided with something- no someone- solid. 

I stumbled back, looking up, and my breath hitched. 

The guy standing in front of me was tall, built, and exuded pure intimidation. Dark eyes raked over me with interest, his sharp jawline accentuated by the smirk tugging at his lips. His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets, but there was no mistaking the power he carried just by standing there. 

Malachai. 

I didn't need an introduction to know who he was. I had heard Jughead talk about him- the ruthless Ghoulie leader, dangerous and unpredictable. The kind of guy you didn’t want to cross. And yet, the way he was looking at me sent a different kind of chill through my body. One I wasn’t expecting. 

“Well, well,” Malachai drawled, his voice smooth but edged with amusement. 

“What do we have here?” 

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. “I was just leaving.” 

He chuckled, taking a step closer. “Leaving? But you just got here.” His dark eyes flicked over me again, slower this time, as if he was sizing me up. 

“You’re not a Serpent… And you’re definitely not a Ghoulie. So, what’s a Northside girl like you doing walking around my streets all alone?” 

I shifted on my feet, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened under his gaze. 

“I didn’t realize where I was.” 

“That much is obvious.” His smirk widened, but there was something else in his expression now- interest? 

“You got a name, Princess?” 

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” He repeated as if testing how it sounded. Then, he leaned in slightly, and I help my breath. 

“You’re either real brave or real stupid for walking around here by yourself. Which one is it?” 

I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs. 

“Neither, I just made a mistake.” 

Malachai chuckled, clearly amused. “Cute. But mistakes like that? They can get you in trouble around here.” I didn’t doubt that. 

Before I could say anything else, I noticed movement behind him. A few Ghoulies had taken an interest in our conversation; their eyes locked onto me like I was fresh meat. My stomach twisted again. Malachai must have noticed too, because his smirk faded slightly as he turned his head toward them. 

“Back off.” His voice was calm, but there was a threat hidden beneath the surface, one that made the others hesitate before slowly drifting back into the shadows. 

I exhaled, realizing just how much worse this could’ve been if I had run into the wrong person. But Malachai… I wasn’t sure what to make of him yet. When he turned back to me, his smirk returned, but there was something else in his gaze this time. Curiosity. Amusement. And maybe something a little more dangerous. 

“You’re lucky I found you first, Princess.”

Somehow, I wasn’t sure if lucky was the right word. 

My heart raced as Malachai led me to his car. What the hell was I doing? One minute, I was lost and alone on the Southside; the next, I was being whisked away by the leader of the Ghoulies himself. I climbed into his car after him, and then we were off, flying down the dark streets of the Southside. We drove for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes. I had no idea where we were going, but I trusted Malachai to keep me safe for some reason. There was just something about him, something dangerous and alluring all at once. I couldn’t help but be drawn to it. 

Eventually, we pulled up to an old warehouse on the outskirts of the Southside. Malachai parked the car and hopped out, coming to my side to help me out. I stumbled slightly, but Malachai caught me. 

“Where are we?” I asked, looking around at the dilapidated building. 

“My place.” Malachai replied, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. 

“It’s safer here.” 

I followed him into the warehouse, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The interior was sparsely furnished, with a few couches and a kitchenette in the corner. But what caught my attention was the large bed in the center of the room, covered in soft blankets and pillows. Malachai must have noticed my staring because he chuckled low in his throat. 

“I like to be comfortable.” He said, shrugging off his vest and tossing it aside. I watched as he moved towards the bed, his movements graceful and predatory all at once. He turned to face me, his dark eyes roving over my body with a hunger that made my knees weak. 

“Come here, Y/N.” He said, his voice low and commanding. 

“Let me show you what happens when you come into Ghoulie territory.” 

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t let myself be drawn in by his dangerous charisma, but there was something about Malachai, something that made me want to take a chance. So I crossed the room, letting him pull me into his arms. His hands roamed over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever he touched. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, his desire evident in every movement. 

“Malachai…” I breathed, my head falling back as he nipped at my neck. 

“Shhh…” He murmured, his hands sliding under my shirt. His hands eagerly explored my body as he slowly stripped me, savoring every inch of my exposed skin. I trembled beneath his touch, my breath coming in short gasps. 

“That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you.” He growls, his voice thick with desire. 

“You’re all mine now.” 

He laid me down on the bed, his eyes darkening at the sight of me splayed out on the bed. He admired me, the way my curves begged to be touched. He lowered himself on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. 

“Malachai…” I whispered, my fingers digging into my shoulders. 

“Please…” 

“Shhh… be a good girl and let me have my way with you.” He commanded, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. 

“I’m going to make you scream my name until you forget everything but the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you.” 

He tore away my panties, throwing them aside. His fingers found my slick folds, stroking through my wetness. I arched into his touch, moaning softly. 

“So wet for me already.” He chuckled. 

“I haven’t even started yet.” He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my opening. 

“Beg for it, Princess. Beg me to fuck you like the dirty little Northside slut you are.” 

“Please, Malachai!” I cried out, my nails raking down his back. 

“I need you inside me. Fuck me hard!” 

“Such a good girl.” He praised, slamming his hips forward and burying himself balls-deep in my tight pussy. 

“Oh God, yes!” I screamed, my walls clamping down around him. 

“So big… so good…” 

He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with savage intensity. The bed frame slams against the wall with each thrust, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air. I was moaning and writhing beneath him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. 

“That’s it, take my cock like a good little fuck toy.” He growled, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot inside me. 

“Scream for me, baby. Let the whole Southside know who’s fucking you senseless.” 

“Malachai! Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. 

“I’m cumming Don’t stop!” 

“I won’t stop until I’m filling this sweet little pussy.” He snarls, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum. You want that, don’t you, slut? Want me to mark you as mine?” 

“Please…” I beg, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy. 

“Give it to me, Malachai!” With a groan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside me, his cock twitching as he painted my insides with his hot seed. 

“Fuck yes, take it all!” 

We collapsed together, both of us gasping for breath. He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead as I nestled into his chest. 

“That was amazing…” I murmured, my voice drowsy with exhaustion. 

“Just wait until I fuck you again.” He chuckled, his cock already hardening again. 

“We’re just getting started, Princess.” 

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I Made You Breakfast

Kai Parker x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's on his apology tour, and Y/N is his next stop after things didn't go too well with Damon or Bonnie

Word Count: 2,000

Category: Fluff, Humor, a little bit of Angst

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I sighed to myself as I headed downstairs in my favorite pair of sweats, mentally making a list of everything I had to do today. It was an unfortunately long list, compounded by the latest supernatural drama, which my friends insisted on dragging me into. Bonnie had finally made it home from the prison world, thankfully, but that didn't mean any of the drama in our lives had gone away. In fact, it had almost doubled, with news of Damon's mother floating around in another prison world somewhere. I got halfway through an eyeroll at the memory of everything going on lately when I stopped dead in my tracks.

I could smell bacon, eggs, and toast wafting up towards me from the kitchen. Someone was here, in my house, cooking breakfast. And with everything going on lately, I knew for a fact it wasn't one of my friends.

I glanced around, grabbing a stake off the nearest end table. No vampire should have been able to get into my house unless they were a friend I'd already let in, but I'd had enough near-death experiences despite that fact that I was constantly prepared.

I crept towards the kitchen, trying to listen for any signs of trap or trouble. All I could hear was a faint clinking of plates. If someone had seriously broken into my house, why the hell were they just hanging out in my kitchen making breakfast?

I got my answer a second later when I burst through the door, going for the element of surprise, and found none other than Kai Parker standing before me.

"Oh, hey!" he said, jumping and spinning to face me with wide eyes. "You're up!"

"...Yup. And... you're here. In my kitchen. Making breakfast."

"Yeah! I hope you like it. Here, let me get your plate. I thought I'd have a few more minutes."

With that, he turned to the stove and starting scooping scrambled eggs and toast onto a plate. I just watched him, not moving an inch.

"Kai?"

"Yeah?"

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

He turned back around to look at me again, his eyes wide and the plate half-finished in his hand. After a moment, his expression morphed into a sheepish grin. I just blinked at him, my expression unchanging.

"Well, after I merged with Luke, I started getting all these... feelings." He said the word like somebody else might say 'zits' or 'rash'. "And one of those has been guilt, for some of the stuff I put you through. Or I guess, your friends, mostly. I tried apologizing to Bonnie earlier, and... it didn't go well."

His expression darkened, and I frowned. But a moment later, the clouds apparently cleared, and Kai fixed me with a beaming smile again.

"So I thought I'd try again with you. In the Prison World, I saw Damon making Bonnie breakfast all the time, and she seemed to really like that. So I figured you might, too."

I just stared at him for a few long moments without saying anything. I turned my options over and over in my mind, trying to get my still half-asleep brain to make a rational choice. I probably should've been incredibly freaked out that Kai was here at all, but I'd actually had a few positive interactions with him even before the whole merge thing, and had kind of started to like him. Or, at least, started to think he had some ally potential, despite other things he did. We'd even bonded over music taste and his new fascination with social media, and he'd tried to help Sheriff Forbes, although it hadn't necessarily been out of the goodness of his heart. For some reason, I just couldn't muster the fear or anger I probably should've been feeling when I looked at him in my house. Finally, I sighed, my mind made up. No reason to try to force bad feelings when they wouldn't come on their own, right?

"Thanks, Kai," I said, actually meaning it as I moved over to the dining table. "Aside from the fact that you broke into my house to do it... that's actually pretty sweet."

He beamed at me, and I found myself returning his smile. He turned back around to finish making my plate, and I shook my head. This was absolutely ridiculous, but I couldn't say I minded very much.

"Here you go!" he said, setting the plate down in front of me with a big smile. He didn't move away, just standing off to the side and watching me expectantly. I picked up my fork, but didn't take my eyes off Kai.

"...Aren't you gonna join me?"

"Oh! Right. You know, I've been practicing how I was going to do this in my head all morning, and now that I'm actually doing it it's like I completely forgot everything I was planning to do. That's weird, right?"

I shrugged. "I mean, sounds like a normal part of being nervous to me."

He nodded emphatically as he returned to the table and sat across from me with a breakfast plate of his own.

"All these new... emotions from Luke have been, like, super weird. I don't know how you all deal with these all the time."

"Eh, yeah, they can be annoying sometimes. It gets easier with practice though, and I'd say on the whole they're a positive experience."

Kai nodded thoughtfully, taking a bite of his eggs as his gaze wandered around my kitchen. I took a few bites of my own food, and I had to admit, he was a surprisingly good cook.

"So..." I started. "Was this it for the apology? It's a great breakfast, but usually an apology has a little more attached..."

"Oh!" Kai's attention snapped back to me. "No no, this isn't it. I was planning to do the other part of the apology while we ate breakfast."

"Makes sense. Go for it."

He cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat, then met my eyes before hesitating again. I tried to look encouraging as I ate my eggs, and after a moment, he nodded to himself and continued.

"I'm sorry for trying to kill your friend, and testing out my power on her. And that I couldn't save your other friend's mom, even though I really couldn't do anything about that. I still... I still feel bad. And honestly, I'm mostly sorry for everything I've done that hurt you, even if it was indirectly. I... I actually really like you, and so, uh... I don't want you to hate me. I keep getting this stabbing pain in my chest when I think about it... or when I think about that time I saw you crying over Bonnie..."

He trailed off, staring at the table instead of me, apparently lost in thought. After a moment though, he shook his head and cleared his throat, looking back up to meet my stare again. His blue eyes were wider than usual, his eyebrows pulling together, and he looked to be in actual distress for maybe the first time I'd ever seen, at least when his life wasn't being threatened.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I promise not to do anything to hurt you again. Will you give me a second chance?"

The corner of my mouth quirked up in a smile, especially at the rare senserity in his tone. I knew my friends would have quite a few things to say about this decision, but I didn't let myself think about that. At least not right now.

I sighed. "Kai, despite the fact that you broke into my house, I'm going to believe you about this whole 'turning over new leaf' thing. I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you too. So, if you really mean what you're saying about not hurting me or the people I care about anymore?"

He nodded so fast I was actually a little worried about him.

"Completely serious. Cross my heart and hope to die. I'm ready to join the Mystic Falls Scooby Doo team for good."

I smiled, laughing a little and shaking my head.

"Well, okay then. I can't promise anybody else on the team will be quite as easy to convince as me, but... I forgive you, Kai. I'm happy to see you like this. And, by the way, you make some very good eggs and toast."

"Thanks. I had to get good at cooking, you know, alone in the Prison World." A shadow passed over his face again, until I reached across the table and lightly rested my hand on top of his. Then, his face lit up like the sun. "And thanks for giving me a second chance. I promise, you won't regret it."

I wasn't totally sure I believed that, but I decided not to say so. Instead, I smiled and gave his hand a little squeeze before pulling back.

After a moment of silence where I could see Kai vibrating with the desire to say whatever he was holding back, he finally blurted out the other thing he'd apparently been planning to ask me this morning.

"So... I might be a little rusty about how all this works, or if it's changed since the eighties, but... would you want to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?"

I smiled, then buried my face in my hands. My friends would kill me if I said yes to this, but despite myself, I really, really wanted to.

"What's wrong?" Kai asked. I shook my head and looked up at him again.

"Nothing, Kai, I just... ugh, my friends are really not going to like this."

He smiled. "Does that mean you're saying yes?"

I took a deep breath and let it out, then shrugged and matched his smile with one of my own.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it does. What the hell, right?"

"That's great! I was thinking we could go do karaoke? I've always loved karaoke. I got good at it when I was passing time in the Prison World."

"I have to warn you, I am very much not good at karaoke. But I'll still sing my heart out with you anyway, if you want to go!"

"Perfect! We can go tonight." I laughed, and Kai's expression immediately dropped. "Is that okay? Do you not want to go tonight?"

"No, Kai, I do. It's a little fast, honestly, but I don't mind. Why wait?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking. So... should I pick you up? Around seven? We could get dinner first, and then go."

"I think that sounds like a great plan, Kai," I smiled at him, which he immediately returned. A moment later, though, his hand shot up to clutch at his chest.

"Ugh, what is... what is happening to me? Why does my heart feel like it's about to explode?"

"That's probably excitement, Kai, or butterflies, which are like positive nerves. I'm feeling them too. It's because we're looking forward to going out together tonight."

Kai made a face. "This is what people were talking about when they said they got butterflies? This is terrible." I hid a laugh behind my hand, and Kai's eyes snapped up to mine. "Wait. You said you were feeling it too?"

I nodded, and Kai's expression immediately changed to a wide grin.

"So you're excited, too?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

He nodded, the smile staying on his face as he dug in to his eggs again, glancing at me between almost every bite. I just shook my head, a smile on my own face all the same. This was going to be an adventure, going on a date with Kai Parker, and I knew my friends were going to want to murder me for it. But I couldn't totally bring myself to care.

Despite some pretty rocky history, I had a weirdly good feeling about Kai, from the moment he'd started his apology speech this morning. And so far, I'd never been wrong when I trusted my gut for stuff like this, even when it led me into karaoke. I had a good feeling it was going to be right about Kai Parker, too.

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