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[hearttoshu]

THE CUTEST PUPS (2/2)

[zodiyack]

Opposites Attract; Act V

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female!Pierce/Petrova!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst/violence

Words: 1,098

(Series) Summary: The younger sister of Katherine was the true owner of Damon’s heart, Katherine only being his worry in 1864 due to the sister’s bond, the bond that fueled Katherine to force Y/n to join her when she escaped Mystic Falls and left Damon to think they were both in the tomb.

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Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.

“C’mon, you don’t want to do this, Damon.” Stefan tried to explain. If anything, his frantic attitude should’ve outlined the point he’d been trying to make in a bold yellow like the highlight pen he used for school.

But perhaps that highlighter was out of ink. “Trust me, brother, I do.”

Damon was stubborn, anyone who knew the vampire knew of that fact, but Stefan was stubborn when it came to his “hero-hair” duties. The brothers were more similar than either of them thought, so getting one to back off the other was a battle that lasted for what felt like centuries. Stefan wouldn’t give up until Damon agreed to leave Katherine alone.

“Damon, I don’t want to lock you down there to desiccate again, but if I have to, I will.” He honestly would if it came to that. Stefan wanted Damon to just stay out of trouble and if the opportunity presented itself, he’d take it with only the smallest bit of hesitation.

“Why do you want me to back off of Katherine so badly, Stefan?” Damon narrowed his eyes. “The bitch tricked you into dying for her, literally! So why on earth would you be...” His sentence faded away. And then suddenly- as if a lightbulb had clicked over his head, his gaze snapped back up to Stefan’s, “Tell me you haven’t.”

“Haven’t what?”

“Fallen head over heels for narcissistic vamp bitch!” The raven haired brother pointed an accusing finger at him, “I swear to god, Stefan, tell me you didn’t!”

“What?!” Pure disgust was evident on his features, “No! God no! I just...it’s best for you, if you really want Y/n back.”

“Not fighting Katherine?”

“Yeah.”

“How would that do anything for me in my relationship? What’s so bad about killing Katherine? I’d be a hero!”

“Well...to us, maybe, but your little ‘crush’, not so much. Because killing Katherine, Y/n’s sister, would make your ‘mission’ fail instantly.”

“Oh...” Damon finally came to his senses, Stefan’s point clicking and wiping away the tenseness in his body. “Yeah, that uh...that makes sense.”

Stefan “Aaaand I figured you’d like that more than option b.”

His brows furrowed and eyes squinted for the second time, however, his confusion was genuinely just puzzled rather than blaming. “What’s option b?”

“Making amends with Katherine. Getting all brother and sisterly with her. You know, in law bonding?” His teasing smirk poked fun at Damon and grew wider as his face shriveled with discomfort and repugnance. “Thought so.”

“Still can’t get enough of me?” Katherine sneered.

“You wish. I’m here for your sister.”

Katherine’s entire form suddenly grew tense. Her once relaxed stance became protective and guarding. “I told you last time, you can’t have her. She doesn’t need you, and you don’t deserve her.”

“Funny, I thought I said the same thing about you.” Her jaw clenched as Damon’s smirk crawled higher towards his eyes.

“I’d back off if I were you.”

“Again, same thing to you.”

The childish attitude was a constant with Damon, making it nearly impossible to tell whether he was deviating against the plan Stefan and the others helped him out with, or just doing it to spite Katherine. Bonnie had preformed a locater spell on the vampire, bringing them to their current location, and Stefan got their new companion, Alaric, to help him in making sure Damon didn’t fuck everything up. He knew his older brother, been the target of his temper, so he knew things could go south in record speed.

“C’mon Damon, don’t do it,” he muttered to himself repeatedly. They were lucky enough to find a spot where he could hear what was going on, not that he needed his vamp hearing to be able to catch the excessively loud voices, and see the showdown with close-to-front row seats.

Alaric gave him a look every now and then, telling him silently that he was ready whenever Stefan was. It started to get heated, Katherine inching towards Damon, the fury in her eyes growing more intense with each quip that slipped from his mouth, Damon cockier by the second. It was only a matter of time before they needed to step in. It was only a matter of time before Damon fucked up.

“You know, I only ever meant to save Stefan, right? Had I known Y/n gave you her blood, I would’ve ripped your heart from your chest before you had the chance to turn.”

“And had I known you were going to leave the church, where I thought the love of my life was for the past century, to burn while you were really taking her away from me, I would’ve shoved you inside that damn church and left you to rot in hell, where you belong, while Y/n and I rode of into the sunset and lived happily ever after.” His smile was still too playful to be read. The glow in his eyes and tightness of his lips accentuated the darkness behind his “had I” story.

Katherine’s eyes pierced pun intended into Damon’s. The veins below her brown orbs darkened, fangs protruded from her gums. In the blink of an eye, she lunged at Damon, but then, she was on the ground, a vervain tranquillizer sticking from her body.

“Damn,” she struggled to form the final words, drowsiness already creeping over her, “you,” a glare met Damon’s mocking expression, “Salvatore.”

Damon clapped, victory dance ready to be initiated. “Nice shot, Ric! Great timing too!”

He waited for a response from their, human, vampire hunter friend, but Alaric’s tone wasn’t victorious like Damon’s, nor was his response quickly given. “That wasn’t me...”

The weapons he’d brought along were wooden bullets, his shot good enough to avoid hearts on purpose and keep the vampires alive if need be. Last he checked, the only vervain equipped item he currently had on his person was a vervain bomb, which he promised not to set off.

Damon whipped around, meeting his brother and Alaric, whom had raced over the second Katherine went down, and their concerned expressions. Stefan realized something was off at the same time as Alaric; he hadn’t fired any weapons and Stefan made sure to know what objects that could kill him were in his presence at all times.

“If it wasn’t you two... then who- What fortunate bastard do I have to spare tonight?”

“Me. Although, correct me if I’m wrong,” the three turned towards the voice, Damon’s eyes widening as Y/n entered his view, nearing closer and closer with each step she took, “I believe you’d spare me either way.”

[urslasherbaby]

The collector NSFW alphabet ;)

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The Collector/Asa Emory NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Asa gets pretty rough in bed, so he knows that aftercare is extremely important for his little pet. He’ll clean you up, get you water, mend any wounds--whatever he needs to to get you ready for your next session. Later on, he’ll start to hold you right after sex claiming it’s all for your benefit, but you know how much of a cuddle bug Asa can be.

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of their own body and their S/O’s)

He values his arms and hands more than anything. Asa is extremely meticulous, able to methodically tear apart a person in mere minutes... and the same thing goes for you. If you’ve acted particularly naughty, teasing and messing with him all day, he won’t say a word before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom to be punished.

Of course, you like his eyes the most. You two could be sitting on the couch doing nothing but reading and you’ll look up at him only to get lost in those predatory, flat black eyes. You’ll try and look away before he catches you staring, but he always knows. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with it really… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum inside you more than anything. Marking his little pet with his cock fills him with so much satisfaction. However, what really wants is to torture you with how many times he can make you orgasm. As a man who thrives on control, anything to do with orgasm denial or control is right up his ally.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

While researching different games for you two to play, Asa accidentally stumbled upon a pegging video. For some reason he can’t quite explain, it made him rock hard in an instant. He watched at least 3 more hours of female domination videos and came four times. He’s never once gone back for more, but his imagination filled in the blanks for him. He rarely ever masturbates, but thinking of you thrusting into his ass with a strap-on, pulling at his hair and grabbing his throat, has interrupted your sleep more than once.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Asa is fairly experienced when it comes to sex, but even more so when it comes to acts of torture. He has mastered the art of finding a person’s weakness and exploiting the hell out of it. Sometimes it comes in handy having a partner who instinctively knows exactly what you want at any given moment... but then again, your partner is also someone who fucking thrives on taking advantage of you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

If it’s spur of the moment, Asa will grab you and take you from behind, absolutely pounding into you as fast and hard as possible. However, when it’s proper sex, he wants to be on top of you with your legs wrapped around him so he can see every second of you coming undone for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) 

Oh, he is dead serious when you two are together, and practically every moment after. You’ve never even seen him smile so much as smirk knowingly. You don’t mind, of course, however, any attempts at joking around or poking fun will be taken as a challenge and the punishment will fit accordingly.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Asa is pretty straight-laced so grooming is already natural to him. He keeps himself fairly trimmed but doesn’t really think about it much after that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Asa originally saw your value as merely a pet to pleasure himself with, but as he realized how much you truly wanted and accepted him, he’s come to terms with keeping you permanently. He’ll probably never admit to being in love with you, but you can see it in his face whenever he stops to stare at you curiously or when he moves the hair out of your face to see it more clearly. It’s the small things he does--the things he doesn’t even realize--that warm your heart.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Asa doesn’t masturbate. He uses his favorite toy--you. Even before he met you, he would use one of his collection to satisfy himself in the moment. Of course, now that he has you well trained and perfect for him, he no longer has any use for them. Poor Abby...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Definitely a BDSM fiend, particularly pet play and master/slave roleplay. Asa needs to be in control at all times, and that especially applies in the bedroom. He loves to see you on your knees at the door waiting for him and expects an enthusiastic “yes master” to every request he makes. He will not wait for you, he will not ask permission. By living with and accepting him, you’ve already given your consent to be his forever.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to keep your sex life in the bedroom since that’s where he houses all of his lovely toys, however, there was one day when you got to tag along with him back to the hotel. He told you to stay in one spot but your curiosity got the best of you and you had to explore. You were careful, of course, but one trap managed to slip by you. Fortunately, it wasn’t fatal, just a deterrent for runaways. Unfortunately, the look on Asa’s face might as well been. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Asa loves seeing his good little pet follow his orders... but what turns him on the most is when you give him a chance to punish you. Teasing him, acting bratty, or just plain ignoring his commands will always be followed by a deep growl and him dragging you by the hair into the bedroom. If you think him tying you to the bed and pounding into you was rough--he’ll redefine the word to you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t talk about, turn-offs)

Obviously family is a very sensitive topic. Occasionally you’ll mention your parents or a story from your childhood and Asa will get very quiet--even more so than usual. He also has a fairly hard time expressing his emotions, so any lovey-dovey romantic gestures will only get a lukewarm response at best.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It purely depends on his mood. Sometimes he feels like giving you a treat, slowly licking and sucking at your core. Other times he punishes you by forcing his cock down your throat. Either way, he’s masterful at it all. He once made you cum four times in a row for teasing him while he was at work. Asa admitted later he would’ve kept going had you not passed out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

There really isn’t much to Asa that’s sensual. Of course, he knows how to thrust into you at a punishing pace, but even when he goes slow he still purposely slams into your g-spot while depriving you of the sweet pressure you really need. Occasionally he’ll go slow as a reward for good behavior, taking his time pleasuring every inch of you. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Like all things, Asa prefers to be methodical. He’ll always want to bring you to your knees and that means taking his time. Occasionally he’ll indulge himself with a quick blowjob or bend you over the table and fingerfuck you, but at the end of the day, you two will always end up back in the bed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Asa loves to experiment--he is a scientist at heart after all. He knows you trust him completely, and the same goes for him, so he feels no pressure introducing you to new things in the bedroom. But what he loves even more is when you find new toys and games to play. Crawling into his office on all fours with a pair of restraints in your mouth will send him over the moon.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Asa has mastered keeping his stamina in check by focusing on you. It doesn’t matter if he has one round in him or five for that night because you’ll always cum at least twice before he does. 

T = Toy (Do they own/use toys? On themselves or their partner?)

That tool case Asa had while torturing Arkin? Imagine one just like it except it’s filled with vibrators, restraints, nipple clamps, etc. Not to mention the wall of whips and paddles he has in the basement of his house. 

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Everything this man does to you is unfair, and you have no say in any of it. If he feels like it, Asa will pull you don’t your pants and start licking at your cunt in the middle of the kitchen only to leave you right before cumming. He wants you to beg for him, crave him, need him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make ) 

Asa already stays fairly quiet, but in the bedroom, he is deadly silent. Besides the grunts and low moans he makes while fucking you, he doesn’t make a sound. Sometimes he’ll even wear his mask meaning you won’t even be able to see his expressions. It can be intimidating... but it turns you on all the more.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Usually, Asa is very self-aware when it comes to things he finds attractive in a partner. He knows he likes them pretty and demure--more submissive than anything. However, in meeting you he’s learned something he never realized before: being attracted to your intellect. Seeing you being able to keep up with complicated biology terms and insert your own knowledgable opinions gets him incredibly turned on. It took you forever to understand why Asa was suddenly rewarding you so much. Now you’re happy to exploit your boyfriend’s sapiophilia any chance you can. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Asa’s cock is larger than average at six inches and a lot thicker as well. It fills you up inside perfectly, especially with his usual fast and rough pacing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Asa can keep himself under control for as long as he can before he’s able to find you. He doesn’t need sex every day, especially with how long your play sessions can get. You two probably have proper sex at least 2-3 times a week, but your master/slave relationship goes on 24/7. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly will they fall asleep afterwards?)

Asa will always wait for you to get comfortable and fall asleep first before him. In the beginning, it was mostly about trust--he didn’t want you running off or doing something to him, but now that’s you’re his good little pet, he wants to do his best to take care of you. Once you’re cleaned up, settled into bed, and no longer restless enough to keep him awake, then he’ll nod off to sleep, keeping his eyes on you all the while.

[quantumrpg]

NAME: Kathryn Atkins AGE: 31 SPECIES: Human (Dormant Werewolf) OCCUPATION: Adult Film Star YEAR OF DEPARTURE: 2016, end of year RESIDENT FOR… two years FACECLAIM: Diane Guerrero

t i m e  i s  a n  i l l u s i o n,  b u t  n o t  o u r  s t o r i e s…

Thick humidity and patches of moss covered her childhood home. It was old, barely standing since it’s purchase in the early 1900s. In Delight, the hottest spot was a run down creek with empty beer bottles tossed between a few reckless teenagers. The small town barely held three hundred in its population. Her father worked in construction while her mother stayed at home to mold her children into model Evangelists. Between double shifts and late nights, Maria wasn’t tending of her children. So long as they remained well-behaved and docile, she didn’t make the effort. Instead, a string of different friends ventured to her room. She never caught their names.

A lover of God and extremely well read, the brunette would remain seated on the front row of service each Sunday. While her brother waved an acceptance letter from Harvard, Kat sat in the Arkansas musk near Wolf Creek with a stolen cigarette. Once Rob left, there wasn’t anyone to guide her. The role of both parent and sibling whisked away on a full ride to become a doctor. She didn’t admit the twinge of jealousy that twisted in her gut. He got to leave, but not many did. Her grades were mediocre in comparison. Everything was. The only way she could thrive past her brother’s shadow was through theater.

Maria hyper focused near the end of high school to ensure her daughter thrived. It was a double edge pressure. Kat would make qualms against her mother’s adultry to get away with what she wanted. Exhausted from the peering looks from her mother and the aggravated tone of her father’s as his greasy hands clenched on his fifth beer, Kathryn gave in. After applying around to different universities, the brunette merely waited on her decision. She was never necessarily passionate about school, despite her academic achievements. The ringing leader was NYU. She decided to take a trip, staying with her brother as he showed her around the campus. It was almost too good to be true - - - away from their soul eating parents, living on their own, and creating a new life for themselves. She accepted the offer.

She returned home with a newfound motivation towards high school graduation. After an after party near the outskirts of town, Kat and her best friend, Roy broke into private property. It was a drunken idea to create crop circles that ended with a gun pointed between a bottle of everclear. Roy was shot out of self defense, despite being unarmed. Rather than stay by her injured friend, the teenager stumbled drunk through corn husks until authorities stopped her by the main road. She was thrown into a squad car as the investigation continued. Eventually, it was swept under the rug.

As the summer drew to a close, Kat settled into an undergraduate degree of pre-med biology. Her first year at university felt like a hiccup. She finally settled into what her parents wanted, but none of it felt right. In a skew of finding herself, she went out on a limb. Her first job in college was nude photography. It lined her up for other opportunities aside from a wannabe SoHo magazine. The photography was just side money at first. She couldn’t afford her medication through the university insurance, and needed some way to pay for room and board. It wasn’t until her second semester at NYU that she dropped off the grid completely. She cut off all contact from her parents and anyone back home. Her photography progressed into a career in adult film. It fulfilled the checklist in her life: acting, fame, and money. She bounced between traveling around the nation and keeping up with contract jobs in porn. Bouncing from her girlfriend’s apartment, she hitched a ride with a band. Washable was on the rise, stationed on their second studio album. She bummed in the bus for the second half of their tour before stopping back in Los Angeles. 

From Los Angeles to New York City, Kat got a taste of what it was like to feel herself. She soon became a pillar in the adult community – striking a name recognizable almost anywhere. Between the twelve hour sets and hectic atmosphere in her friend group, she slowly slipped from recreational to substance abuse. It started off with prescription, popping a few Xans when she was wound tight. Then, it was almost daily. It was an issue well hid even from her current relationship. New York offered more than anything in LA. She kept her head down and worked hard on sets. In the string of highs and lows, she ended up hooking up with a familiar face from Washable. Rather than keep it casual, it eventually progressed to a full fledged relationship. The star juggled both until one merely favored over the other. As she progressed in the new relationship, so did old demons. He never mentioned her use and she mentioned his. Drinks and pills ran together well until it slipped down the wormhole. Nearing a year celebration of their relationship, Kat fell into heroin. It was cheap and easy to curb stress. It was the high she sought after, warmth gathered in a calm sleep. It should have worked well. She did what she could to hide her use from Jake. It all ended with dead eyes locking as she stretched in a tub. A spoon and a bundle was all the evidence he needed. Rather than confront, he left the apartment with a duffle bag. 

He was supposed to come back. She focused on the same voicemail for weeks as the come downs were harsher. She couldn’t stop, but the police knocked on her door. His friend, Silas filed a missing persons report. There were never any leads, but vague surveillance footage. It was as if the man simply disappeared. Kat plunged further in her use, only finding clarity when a pregnancy test pinged positive. She didn’t have a choice, but get clean. She forced herself through detox and religiously attended doctor appointments. A new start was born. She tried to focus solely on a child, hoping that everything else tied to. She hoped that a body would show up, or at least, him. It was a false hope that lead to a self concluded closure. 

She married, though the love wasn’t genuine. It offered a better chance for her newborn. Jonah was a focal point in her life. It was clear only seven months into the marriage that it wouldn’t last. Clarke wanted a larger family, determined to coax her out of sex work as a stay at home mother. He pleaded for her to consider her family, guilting every opportunity she returned to work. The final strike was a crack of her head while her son cried in the living room. She scooped the toddler and a duffle bag. The next day a lawyer served papers. It took months for Clarke to make a move. He refused to sign them without talking it through, while Kat refused to talk with him without a lawyer present. Eventually, the dotted line was signed. There was never a fight for custody, which only confirmed her suspicion that the man never considered Jonah as his. 

Throughout the divorce, she held onto friends. The tight knit group of Washable, coworkers, and brother was a large key for her sobriety. She clocked in three years as she considered the idea of dating once more. She kept it on the back burner as she started casually seeing an old friend. Jer was brash and confident. It was a strange change from her usual, but determined to keep them loose in terms of a relationship. She didn’t want anything after Clarke. Both of them needed to concentrate on their sobriety.

Her first relapse was six months into the eventual relationship. Breaking off four years was the hardest one to keep in the scale of a bathroom. It was hard to stretch her manipulation, breaking on the first call from a pseudo father. Another week and she was out of detox with Jonah convinced he spent a fun week over at his grandparents. It was difficult to maintain a relationship when the other half couldn’t remain sober. It only grew worse when Jer had tour. Things broke off quickly after an explosive argument and a mutual understanding. Another year stretched as her career progressed to more directing than acting itself. No one was keen to hire an addict for major projects. It took over a year to gain any project longer than a month. 

Before the #MeToo movement, the adult film industry generally swept everything under the rug. Once Kat approached the company with an assault complaint against one of her directors, they were quick to cut ties with her. She was dropped from the company and much of her contracts were burned. A lawsuit slowly followed from staff on set with similar allegations.

She slipped into a gas station restroom, a stop on her way to pick up her son from elementary. She stepped out of the restroom and continued onto the school as normal. When she couldn’t find her son, a frantic call from the police shoved her into the waiting room of the station. It took over a day to realize that her son wasn’t actually missing, but in a different space completely. 

It’s been a little over a year since she slipped into the liminal space. Her apartment is bare bones. Though her portfolio is still available, she struggled to find another job in the city. It took a few months and a lesser rate than her usual. She hasn’t moved past the idea that she’s stuck there. It took months for her to leave the apartment, forcing some semblance of a life. She couldn’t slip back down the hole, despite alcohol being an easier vice.

t e l l  m e,  a r e  w e  a  p r o d u c t  o f  w h o  w e  u s e d  t o  b e?

Lothric and brash, Kat packs a majority of her personality in wisecrack jokes, anger, and spontaneity. She is generally distant in personal conversations unless she’s familiar with you. She’s messy with relationships, breaking them off as easily as she gained them. She likes to pretend she’s enigma, but she’s really just an inked girl with a two dimensional personality with a bag of hot Cheetos.