#oc : Kai n.

[pansylair]

Happy pride month!!!

always a good time to finish up a gay sleepy love drawing! 🥂

[mikaelsonincorrectquotes]

Kai: I cut my finger

Y/n: I can kiss it, so it'll get better

Kai: That works?

Y/n: Yeah, my mum used to do it when I was little

*later*

Kai: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Damon: Fucking finally

[saursoob]

TXT TEXTS - another members pc

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• A/N : i haven’t done a ot5 txt smau in a whileee, hehe tysm for requesting ^^

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divider by @/fairytopea !!

[eccentricallygothic]

When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress. 

Not that they would be doing any more of that. 

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  

His eyes scan your form. 

Beautiful. 

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete. 

It is the people that live in it. 

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly. 

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 

You should have taken notice of the signs. 

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 

And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened? 

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?" 

He sighs. 

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions." 

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close. 

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back. 

The man is not chasing you like you expected. 

But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused. 

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying. 

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 

But you don't know when he does it. 

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him. 

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him. 

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck. 

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well. 

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test. 

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence. 

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat. 

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment. 

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while. 

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed. 

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

.

What do you think hAH-

[insidekatmind]

Magic~Kai Parker

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wierdblavk-girl]

Hallo, hope you are doing well! May I request Daniel Larusso s/o headcanons, he’s best boy in the franchise, in my opinion. Ty 🙏

A/n: thanks for wishing me well I took a break from writing to spend time with my siblings before they had to go back to school I hope you enjoy this

A/n: this is my first time writing about Daniel be nice

Daniel Larusso boyfriend headcanons

*When I tell you this boy is so sweet he’s so sweet

*The type to message your feet when you tell him they’re tired

*He invites you to dinner every night

*His mom loves you she think you’re perfect for Daniel

* Would be the type of guy to buy you tampons/pads without trouble

* You sleep over a lot at his house but you can’t sleep in the same bed or his mom will kill him

* He definitely likes to put his arm around you all the time it’s just so comforting

* He likes to twirl his finger around one your tight coils/ loose curls it doesn’t matter he’ll just love to be close to you

* 1000% a lover boy he’s planning y’all wedding in his head

After you guys fight he might be a little upset but when he goes to his mom or Mr Miyagi he’ll apologize

That being said arguments will probably be a once in a blue moon because Daniel compromises

Overall 10/10 boyfriend experience

[itendtothinkalot]

⋆˚࿔ txt masterlist 𝜗𝜚˚

⋆｡‧˚ʚ for txt! | sfw | f!reader | fluff

⋆｡‧˚ʚ last updated 03.1.25!

𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟

stupid in love (friends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ why can the whole world see how in love you are with soobin but he can’t? 

page.soobin (enemies-ish to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ reader just opened a cute little bookstore cafe and soobin is a loud pretentious asshole that talks loudly on his phone

dating apps suck (best friends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ your best friend, soobin, has appointed himself as your matchmaker. but somewhere along the third guy he has swiped, he realizes maybe he doesn't want you dating someone else

opposites attract! (established rs) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ u and soobin have been in a relationship for a year! ur friends are wondering how u even made it in this far with ur constant bickering. but u know what they say, opposites attract!

report heist! (rivals to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ frustrated with your boss, you vent in a report, typing out everything you really wanted to say: how stupid, annoying, and foul he is. only problem? you forget to delete it before handing it in. now, you're stuck asking the office golden boy, soobin, for help.

just navigating ⁿᵉʷ (childhood bestfriends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ soobin’s always thought of you as his little sister. but now, things are starting to feel… different. with soobin off studying to become a pilot, the distance only makes things more confusing.

𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟

best friends to lovers trope (best friends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ you've been in love with soobin for as long as you can remember. so what happens when your best friend, yeonjun asks you out in order for you to forget your feelings for him?

mr oh so popular (you hate him but hes cool trope) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ your life has always been pretty normal—nothing too exciting, just the usual. but then, bam! you walk past the campus heartthrob, yeonjun, only to find him face down on the ground, knocked out cold.

old habits die hard ⁿᵉʷ (secret romance trope) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ you've been dating yeonjun for about three days now, and your friends still have no clue. you'd prefer to keep it that way, but your old habits with your best friends make it tough for your boyfriend not to get jealous

𝕓𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦

another one of those fake dating tropes (fake dating) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ the love of your life walks out on you, only to return later. so, what else could you do but ask your best friend to fake date you so you don’t look pathetic?

a little secret romance trope (secret relationship trope) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ you and beomgyu try their very best to keep their relationship under the wraps...but it doesnt help their friends have no boundaries

its me or the ps5 (kind of a drabble, not really) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ gamer bf beomgyu is in the midst of a lol battle with soobin but all u rly want is his attention

daddy's girl! (teasing u bec he likes u trope) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ beomgyu's teasing is getting out of hand, and you're constantly left wondering what you did to deserve it. does he hate you? and if he does, why don't you hate him? your major crush on him certainly doesn't help.

shh secret santa ⋆｡‧˚ʚ your building has an annual tradition of secret santa! lo and behold, the sweetest gift, paired with a personal letter, has arrived at your doorstep. but… who gave this to you? you and your best friend, beomgyu, set out to find your secret admirer!

grumpy x sunshine (grumpy x sunshine) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ beomgyus open to his feelings about u! at work, he's always doing anything to make ur life easier...too bad, u find him absolutely infuriating.

beomgyu!spiderman au part 2 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ well...just beomgyu being spiderman

the checklist (beomgyu is a simp trope) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ beomgyu swore he'd never get into a relationship. it’s cringe, it’s stupid. but when he starts getting nervous and flustered around you, his best friend huening kai creates a checklist to figure out if he’s into you.

& it was all yellow (strangers to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ yellow was never beomgyu’s favorite color—until you came along with your ridiculously bright yellow headphones. beomgyu (yes, the choi beomgyu, who seems cool and confident to everyone else) turns into a shy, blushing mess whenever you’re around. now he’s sitting there, heart racing, trying to come up with any excuse to talk to you—without making a complete fool of himself. except he does.

𝕜𝕒𝕚

confession 3.0 (best friends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ you've suppressed her feelings for huening for so long, believing that you could manage without confessing. so...how will you react once you've found out that well...kai just went on a blind date?

𝕥𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟

strawberry ice cream (best friends to lovers) ⋆｡‧˚ʚ taehyun’s never liked strawberry ice cream, but for five years, he’s pretended to, just to make you happy.

[shortnspidey]

DADDY ISSUES

Robby Keene x OC!Reader || cobra kai || seasons one - three

SUMMARY: Katherine LaRusso has it all: a lavish lifestyle, a supportive friend group, and the material possessions most can only dream of. Yet, beneath the surface, she yearns for something more. Haunted by the pain of her parents’ divorce, she seeks solace in the familiar comforts of her privileged life. However, fate intervenes, forcing her to uproot and start anew in Europe. Years later, Katherine returns to Los Angeles with her enigmatic relative, Daniel LaRusso. As she navigates a new school, rekindles old passions, and forges new friendships, she encounters someone who mirrors her own struggles. Will their shared experiences unite them, or will their differences tear them apart?

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, descriptions of violence, talks of bad mental health, some talks of blood and violence

A/N: I do not own any of the cobra kai characters only Katherine and her storyline as well as any other character's I may create. Please do not copy or translate my work; even with credit! Paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

➩ SEASON ONE

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

[aubeezz]

Mine n friends oc stuff

[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!

[zznsthetic]

INTO YOU

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Non-idol AU — Hook-up!Kai × AFAB!Hook-up!Reader

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Appetizer — Kai is too much into you, sexually and soulfully. Even after thrice the times he fucked you, he doesn't wanna end this. It's like he wants to keep you, but how? He wants you more and more the times he's with you, will he ask you out?

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Disclaimer — This is PURE FICTION : Nothing in this work aligns with the idols' character, moral and their real life. The characters are all legal adults ( 18+ ) and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. Readers are humbly advised to read the Contains and Disclaimer before they read.

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Word Count — 3k+

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Contains — barely-any-plot SMUT : mdni! Unprotected sex ( of course but don't! ), missionary, make outs, nipple play, dirty talk ( idk! My first time writing it!! ), begging fetish, Kai's rough, Soft-Dominant!Kai, Submissive!Reader, breeding fetish, Kai is whiny when he cums, and idk. Lemme know if I should add more.

*꒰ 뭐 ꒱ Noulli's note — this shitty drabble was backed up by my special moot @soobinsonly1bf , thanks my dear twin, without you this might have been the crappiest piece ever! I love you so much already😭 and tagging @jeongin-lvr and @hyhkai ( cause you both rooted for it, tysm lovelies ). I also half-assed in the last cause I have no idea to end a smut. And Idk what I wrote, went along with my fingers so bear with it (T^T).

His lips tickle yours like a feather brushing at it, his hand only pull you into his warmth, while the other tucked your hair behind your ears. His perfect narrow eyes are slightly open, only to get a slight look at you tembling at the slight collision of your lips with his, sitting beside, but rubbing your thighs together. Your body quivers everywhere, and the thing is, he hasn't done anything yet, and you're this desperate for him. Just as perfectly as he wants.

"Want a minute?" His question is absolutely ridiculous considering how his hands take up the job to elicit goosebumps on your body, that touch jolting you up from every where it traverses, having you gulp your saliva down your throat. Your heartbeat even echoes, syncing with his, in that pin-drop quiet room. His kisses on your lips are continuos, perfectly embracing them to never let you go, he whiffs you with his panting breath, to let you know, he is wholly into this, into you.

Your eyes meet his with the look he has never seen before. the doe's they curve into, pleading and drowning themselves into his orbs; your pupils holding back a fiery lust that darkens your gaze and yet glistens with something mysterious, actually something sweet when he kisses you, or at the slightest touch he delivers on your body. His hands slip in your red lacy crop top as he squeezes your underbust and groans at the plush. Women were his least interesting cup of tea, until he met you and now he wishes to turn over your every page and learn you.

This has gone too far. Both of you know it.

You however didn't even take him in your pussy, yet have him drip pathetically, aching for you. fuck should have sat in my lap, his mind groans to him. He leans in, his damn lips again working down your earlobe; at every trail of his kisses, your skin burns and your heartbeat accelerates, actually throbbing your boobs in his hold.

That blush you've been having on your cheeks the whole time has never deserted, if anything, it reddens even more on your face, at every kiss he plants every now and then. He looks back into your eyes for an answer. "No," you breathe, answering his ridiculous question. "But I want more..." a smile immediately makes its way to his lips and his cold eyes warm within themselves.

His smile... a rare thing to actually witness, for a cold, aloof Huening Kai who doesn't sleep twice with a woman, but he ridiculously can not stop sleeping with you, and of course, smiling like an idiot. He loves the way your eyes soften at his smile, and he does smile so, often for it. Such a strange feeling, he can't get rid of you, you don't seem to let go of him, in reality, he can't seem to let you go.

Your addictive brush on his lips never ceases to haunt him at the times he wishes to forget about you, or your warm hands that should have always been securing him ( scraping his back with yo nails lol ) never seem to warm the cold emptiness he feels when he goes to his bed at night, without you. The bed which moved when he drilled into you, never felt so still and so wrong, which is exactly why he has brought you here again, feeling that same warmth which is just as capturing as last time. He is inable to stop, he needs to feel you again, which he is clearly aware of, the heat for you, burning inside him and aching his insides for you.

Nothing ever feels enough, when it comes to you.

The warmth in his touch, the fire in his kisses, the writhing heat he has for you is the exact thing which confuses you for his freezing stare and his cold attitude, reserved as fuck when you had the first encounter with him, correction - a mere exchange of consents before the both of your were colliding into each other. The seeming magnetic pull he had, something was unleashed in you when he first entered the bar. You went to him, asked him if he was in for drinks and hook up. Drinks were all to hell when you both left to fuck, absolutely in a rut for eachother where ending the night felt wrong and you had to leave him.

He was left alone, or so he felt he did, cause it didn't feel right to part, part from you.

What pulled him into you? He wonders himself, you had that perfect black dress, which seemed to be glued to your body, that short little dress didn't disgust him and he felt no repulse like the other times he pushed away the women throwing themselves at him Instead he was teased to explore what was under, which now is no mystery and ravishing it, an addiction. Fucking you once didn't feel right to end, he was left to want more. Fucking you twice was not enough. I guess I want more of her, he realized. Now thrice, still doesn't feel enough either. It's like, he wants you more and more the times he feels you.

His hand refuses to leave your tits while his lips play with the skin on your neck, tickling at soft spots repeatedly as he does not relent until a crimson mark erupts, only then does his lips descend to your cleavage as he examines the valley, he parts from your chest, earning a heave which rises it, inviting him again.

He tilts his head up at you, your jaw glistens from sweat and your voice box bobs, and then, he discovers how you are lost in this foreplay.

"Can I...?" The third night he is fucking you over now, yet his way of asking consents never seem to fail in amazing you everytime. His eyes meets yours with the sparkling hunger which never seemed to fade away from his orbs. His following rasp holds an odd, safe, yet that 'dampening-your-pussy' effect, where it takes no seconds for a 'yes please..' to leave your mouth and he is ripping that top off in the blink of an eye, laying you down.

Your hands find his hair and get lost in it when he kisses your aereola, sucking and leaving kitty licks, toying with your nipples using his tongue, the displayed plush of your tits mercilessly having him leak out the pre-cum.

Though he is at your tits, listening to your racing heartbeat, feeling all of it with his mouth latched onto your boobs, his heart too races as if it knows no relent in pounding so hard for you. So badly does he want to just shove his cock in and fuck your senses out until his hunger died for you, he aches for this little fluttery feeling, rushing through all of him to a point he mindlessly acts so gentle and so hypnotized, he can't stop.

His hands have a mind of their own, gently imprinting the feeling of yours. His ears always noting your little sounds and his eyes always store your various sights of writhing under him, in him, always trying to elicit them again, so he gets a replay of it. The drumming of his heartbeat echoes in his own ears, the exciting feeling actually so good, he is damn sure, he is feeling it for the first time. Just what are you doing to me, sweet thing?

He is beyond into you, where his mind no longer holds any control over him, he wishes to absorb you, all to himself.

The moment he feels enough, he strips you off of your skirt, revealing your pink panties, where he spreads your legs with his hands and witness the glistening wet patch on it. "Fuck, you're so desperate aren't you? It's a fucking flood I suppose..." His fingers start toying with the wet cloth, pressing his fingers there and he strips you of it and reveals you're pooling heat, groaning and chuckling at it. "And It fucking is.. haah"

There. His runny mouth. Curses sound so sweet by his mouth and his degrading moans, melo-fucking-dious. "Says you, with that wet bump of your rock hard cock. Adorable, Huening."

Fuck, she's so hot. His rock hard cock, forming that wet glistening patch on the bump, even on his dark pants is so visible, your cunt flutters imagining how good he'd stretch you out at the sight. The bump looking so massive, his cock twitching inside you is the best one of the best, from the two longs nights you've been up with him, you know damn well, he's the fucking best you've ever had.

"Fuck love," he curses, his smirk revealing a little of his gritting teeth.

"You run that mouth and I'll fuck it too." He looks down at you, punctuating his sentences with his condescending and solemn look, annoyingly decorated with a tight smile lasting for no seconds, but you know, you shoot him a cocky look for it will soon become whines and praises when he feels you. Amusingly, his struggle to look at you when his eyes drift to your pussy is not unnoticed by you, a proud giggle leaving your mouth that does not catch his attention, his adam's apple bobs at the sight, a pink tint smears across his cheeks and cock jerks wildly at it, crazy how he thinks with his dick and dick only, when you're the one taking it in.

"B-But now just take my cock, as I say, will you?"

Another giggle leaves your mouth, as you nod along, permitting him. However, it is all giggles until it turns into a surprised gasp, clearly interupted, with his cock shoving pushing inside with no prepping. He once realized when he sheathed himself in for the first time that night, you were and are so tight he might snap, with the way you're strangling his cock exactly like how you did then, and choking on your laugh, clearing whimpering later with that cockiness abandoning your face.

Fuck! he's caught you off guard, entertaining himself with your surprised moans, oh damn, to fix that attitude of yours using his cock, he fucking enjoyed it. It's his turn to laugh now, a deep one so melodious to your ears, as he looks at with you with a cocky look, smugly amped up with a smile which resembles yours from before. "Laugh now, baby?" He raises his eyebrows, trying his best to hide the way he is losing his mind. "Can't laugh when filled up with cock?" His smile never fades, but his little whimpers do echo when he pulls out, as a slowly as he can, the emptiness you feel when his cock slides out, your walls flutter, trying to invite his cock again.

Holding his cock as he finally pulls out, he rubs the tip on your area, sliding it up and down as he feels your little shivers when his cock prods at your hole, he pushes in, only so his tip is held by your hole. "What's that, baby? You wan' it?" He tsks at the way your hole clenches at nothing, a wild grin creases eventually on his smiling lips at your squeezes, he's absolutely enjoying the way you're so desperate for him and are nodding at his words as dumbly as you could, he is damn satisfied. "Pussy's begging me so perfectly, but I don't know, think you deserve it?"

You nod at him as desperately as you could. His eyes darken and form crescents, his dick taps at your clit and attempts to push in, only to tease you and watch you think he finally puts it in but he doesn't, disappointment rippling on your face when you realize he did not push it in. Your moans die when he parts his cock away from your cunny. "Words baby, words. Guess your pussy doesn't-" he is so cruel to do that, when youre absolutely dying in anticipation, you can't hold it in.

"I do! Please fuck me, wan' your cock, and make me cum, Kai, pleeaaasee."

"Fuck! guess you do, when you beg so good." He groans and fills you in, his cock nesting in your cunt ever so perfectly, your whimpers at the stretch synchronize with his groans and he begins his movements. His movements always begin with short deep thrusts and then, do they begin fucking you into his mattress, you know it's when you begin to cry and whine like the slut you are for him.

"When I'm in your pussy b-baby," Kai grunts, angling his cock to your sweet spot which he knows where it is like the back of his palm. You are aware, he is talking, talking to you, but does he not know? He is not beside you, up for a chat, he is fucking into you, where anytime your mouth parts to speak, it only knows to moan and scream, or to be shut by his prodding tongue. And the words are hazy, with that tinnitus echoing due to the immense good feeling- just what is he saying?!

You wish to understand, make out what he says but little do you know, the ability to think bid goodbyes to you, when his cock pushed in you, but you don't do any of it. Kai has felt it, you no longer listen to him and it doesn't take him long to lean in on you, and flick your chin to look at him, as he thrusts even then. "When I'm in you, you only moan my name get it, slut?"

His little words strike straight at your 'getting-ruined' pussy, squeezing him even more as every thrust now feels intense; his all dominant facade wearing out. You feel if you're a dumb doll, when he fucks and tells you things, you obey him as you nod at every single thing he says, with one and only goal, to cum, cum on his dick. And oh, the way your mouth keeps chanting his name like a mantra after he orders, Kai definitely loved it. His name rolling off of your tongue, almost in a crying manner, sometimes even stuttering when he fucks. His name called in n different ways when you moan it, all of the forms echoing in his ears are a melody which always guide him to his orgasm.

"Kai-! I'm so close- s'close-!" such a slut are you, to say you're close and cream his cock in a split second after. It's too much, to contract around his moving cock and your orgasm rippling all parts in you, more reactive do you become, grabbing the most of the blankets on his beds as you could, curling your toes and arching your back the hardest you could, you cum. And yet, his pace doesn't stop.

You, in a way, lubricated your own entrance, getting Kai to thrust in faster than he already was, gaining him a perfect rhythm, his cock rushes him everywhere in body to use you to the fullest he could; his grip on your thighs becomes bruising. Gripping sheets, digging nails in its cloth, curling toes and hooking your legs around his waist, tears cascading down and your moans almost sounding like screams, the overstimulation is swarming your body and absolutely wrecking your senses.

Praises overflow out his mouth when he witnesses this heavenly sight, and in no way his dick stops twitching, fuck it. He is getting off of your orgasmed frame getting overstimulated, and he is gonna snap at any moment, he feels it. "I'm c-cumming-! Cumming! hnnnngggg-!" Those slutty whines he be letting out when he is close but doesn't stop, depriving you of his eyes rolling back into cranium and pulling you onto him using his big, strong hands, he finally cums.

To release a handful of load in you, just hooked onto your pussy bracing his cock ever so warmly to squeeze out the last droplets of his semen, the feeling is out of the world to him, his panting mouth, dazed eyes and his tongue out like a puppy, oh fuck, he loved dumping his load into you.

"Fuck you, Huening Kai!" You wail, you were so close to cumming, he replaced that with his warm seed instead, again leaving you want for more.

"I was so close!"

"Aw, is that it baby?" He finally comes back into the world, looking you at release yourself from his hold and walk away, his cum dripping out as you stand naked, pearly liquid gliding down your thighs glowing in the dim yellow light of the lamp, your ass perfectly painted with his hand prints. "What's wrong, what do you want?"

Just why would you like walk like that princess? Haah, I wanna do it again.

"Well, my clothes." You glance at the red top laying on the floor as you make your way to get it. You turn back to look for other discarded garments, only to find Kai pulling you into his embrace, squirming in his hold. "Kai! What are you doing?"

"So you aren't staying?"

No, cause this won't last. How the fuck do I say it?

You wish to end this, this might be your last night with him. You didn't wish to get attached which aren't reciprocated even a bit. The way you crave him more than physically, isn't just a hook-up anymore. "Uhm, why?"

Kai cages you in his hold. "So I fuck you all day, all night to make you stay? Tell me?"

He holds you against your will but his question melts you in him. Just what does he mean by 'fuck you all day, all night to make you stay?' You are at loss to retort; the question so weird. Still, that does flutter your heart, an unknown tingly feeling kissing your knees when he implies to make you stay.

"What do you mean, of course- not! I mean-" His fingers shush you, and your chain of broken words stay gulped inside. But what should you say at this moment? You had no idea. When you gather the gravels of your whatever answers, his hands cup your cheeks.

"Let's date. Let's fuck. Everyday."

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Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Damon:

Katherine:

Kai: who won gold?

[saursoob]

TXT AS YOUR DOOR DASHERS

warnings: soobs has grammar mistakes im too sleepy to fix, mentions of blood and tyun being “tired of living”

a/n: late to the trend but OT5 TEXTS AT 4 AM LETS GOOOO

[eccentricallygothic]

Hey sweetheart 😘 I really hope requests are opened and you don't mind me sending in a request 🤗

I thought of something where you and Bucky are close friends with huge feelings for each other but you're both too stubborn to admit. So one time you're having movie night at the compound and you take your spot besides Bucky, enjoying the closeness. As some intimate scene appears, you feel Bucky all tense up and excusing him, so you later find him in his room wondering what's wrong, and finally he admits that he got nasty thoughts about you doing all that to him so he had to leave. You think about his words and before he can back out, you push him on the bed, straddling him, riding him, giving you both the pleasure you held back for too long. Afterwards he's a huge cuddle bear and asks you to be his girl ? 🤗 Hope that's okay with you 🫶🏼

Hello! And yes, requests are open and you certainly can send them in! Yours is definitely okay with me and maybe a bit too okay because it made me stray from my usual hc form 😵‍💫 I really, really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! Happy reading 🩷

| Clueless |

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger!Reader. 

Warning(s): Kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, cowgirl, nipple play, thumb sucking, Bucky's vibranium arm because I am a mental slut, Bucky mildly being the old man that he is, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, fluff. Minors do not interact.

"Bucky?" You call after softly knocking on his door before opening it. Your eyebrows furrow when you don't get a response and so you peek inside to scan the room. 

You're about to turn on your heels and go look someplace else when you notice him on the balcony, back turned to you as he leans on the railing, a bottle in hand. 

"Hey," he doesn't turn his head to look at you when you approach him. The super soldier probably already heard you when you were down the hall. "What happened? You didn't come back." You lean one arm against the balcony confine on the spot besides him, leaning your head to the side and watching him as he takes another swig.

Bucky takes his time swallowing, his heavy Adam's apple bobbing as he keeps his eyes trained on the grounds of the compound. His broad shoulders shrug only when he has gathered his thoughts a bit, legs shifting before he answers. "Just because." Your features scrunch in confusion. 

What?

"Just because… what?" You voice your confusion and he sighs at your cluelessness. When he just shakes his head to himself you roll your eyes with a huff. "What, talk to me! What even happened?" The way he turns to his other side and his vibranium arm barricades you away from him pisses you off as you stomp to the other side. 

Bucky has confusing moments like this sometimes that he eventually gets over but never provides you any explanation for them. 

"Bucky, I can only know if you tell me…" You try though you know it'll be in vain, as usual. "What the hell happened? We were watching a movie and then you said you'd be a second and then half an hour later I realize you're not back and then I find you sipping beer in your room all by yourself like we weren't having movie night!" 

The male sighs and shakes his head again before lowering it and turning once more. "Just so clueless…" When you go to speak again, he spins a 180° and walks back into his room. "But what else can I expect from this generation?" That makes you scoff as you tail him like a vulture, hot on his heels.

"What the hell does that even mean–"

"Language!"

"Oh, my God!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "What has gotten into you lately?! You're becoming more and more like Steve by the passing day!" The mention of the male shifts something in his expression and he half turns his head to look at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "And that means annoying!" The addition seems to ease the tension in his huge shoulders.

Just a bit.  

Something has been going on with him and he refuses to share it with you even though you are the closest with each other out of the entire team.

"You seriously don't know what was wrong? Are you really so clueless?" You rake your memories to recall what he is on about since the movie was quite innocent in that sense except… 

Oh. 

You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. "Well, I am sorry not all of us are conservatives from the '40s, gramps" now it is Bucky's turn to scoff.

"Oh, really?" When you hum and nod with just as much agitation his frustration gets the best of him. "You know what a conservative from the '40s would really do?" 

"Yeah, no. Do enlighten me please!" You know he doesn't appreciate it when you get too sassy with him but what is he going to do about it? 

You are a girl with a mind of your own and no one is going to tell you or give you any shit.

"He would ask the potential lady love out on a nice dinner instead of hanging out with her right in the beginning!" Your eyebrows furrow as he sarcastically emphasizes the words. "I mean, what even is that supposed to be?! It doesn't make any sense!" Bucky clicks his tongue in disdain as one of his hands move in the air to help express his frustration. "There is an order, a code, a way to do these things! Fancy is not supposed to be treated so casually! You kids have ruined the sanctity of the whole idea!" 

"What even are you on about, Bucky?!" You go on cluelessly. "This is absurd! So what, friends can't watch movies together now?! I am sorry that things are less complicated now?!"

"They're not less complicated!" He is beyond annoyed and you can tell. "Not by a long shot! If anything, it's worse! Because now I have to deal with watching a provocative scene while the girl I like is cuddling into me but I can't do anything because we are just friends having a casual hangout and I can't do anything about my hard cock that wants nothing more than to show her that the scene that has her gripping my arm so tight is nothing in comparison to what I can do to her if she just stops being so fucking clueless!"

Bucky's teal blue eyes are wide and he is nearly breathless by the time he finishes his little speech. Your own state is not much different as you blink up at him in shock. It is only when he has recovered a little that he realizes what he has said… or rather, confessed. 

"I-" the super soldier goes to shake his head but then stops before half tilting it to the side, visibly at a loss of words as his ears turn beet red. "Y/n–" 

Your fingers are curling around the neckline of his shirt before you know it, the pull of your hand tugging you towards him instead of doing what you had intended, his heavy body unbudging. 

Bucky's arms hang limply at his sides as he stands against you utterly dumbfounded, barely kissing you back if at all as he tries to decide whether this is another one of his dreams or you, the only girl that has managed to reach into his heart after so long that it honestly feels kind of like the first time, really is kissing him.

What he doesn't know is that you are having difficulty with determining the same thing. 

You pull back when your lungs are on fire and you are heaving for air desperately, fingers still tightly holding onto his shirt in bunches with the fear that he might vanish into the air if you let go. 

Bucky blinks as he sputters out some incoherent nonsense, eyes wide as he watches your face to try and grasp what just happened. "I–" 

You shake your head with a roll of your eyes and a tut. He's insufferable with all that chivalry. You do find it endearing at times but it's moments like these when he's so clueless and formal about it that it gets annoying. 

"Just shut up and kiss me, old man" you whisper as your eyes flicker down to his pink lips and you're on him again. 

This time though, your words seem to have snapped him out of it and his hands shoot up to your sides as he holds you back just as tightly, fingers reaching down for your ass cheeks before he squeezes them hard. You are forced to break the kiss, your face still remaining against his lips as you audibly shudder at the feeling, shivers shooting down your hips and straight to your intimate parts from the delicious ache that it causes. 

Within the next few minutes, you have managed to back Bucky into the bed as he's distracted with touching, feeling and groping as much of you as he possibly can. He lands on the bed with a heavy thud but before any words can be exchanged, you are straddling his thick and muscular thighs. 

Your hands hurriedly snatch his shirt off before you push him down, raising your own arms above your head to let him do the same as you grind into his hard on that feels so thick that some tiny part of your brain cannot help but fear for your pussy. 

"Mmm, solnyshko, you're so fucking pretty" Bucky rasps out the nickname he gave you when you both realized you had reached that stage in your friendship. But now, with his very recent confession fresh in your mind, you see the meaning of the word, 'little sun', that he had told you with an air of awkwardness in a very different light. 

"Look at all this pretty fucking body, solnyshko. I could cum just by looking at it alone." Emotion overcomes your senses and you suddenly feel a bit sensitive. A whimper escapes you as a result and you can't help but clench against his bulge, hands reaching to squeeze his hands that are feeling up your boobs now that he has fished them out of the bra cups. 

"B- Bucky…" He seems to have sensed it already, and so one of his hands trail down to your side to caress it encouragingly. 

"Go ahead, baby" the endearment is just as foreign for you as it is for him. "You're doing so good, keep going for me" you feel a twitch below you and you can't help but parrot the curse that slithers from his lips. 

Though you are on top, Bucky still seems to have the upper hand as he always does. But you have never really minded that with him because he isn't nasty about it and you know he only means well. You have learnt that through various outcomes many times. Besides, not that you'd ever admit it but you do need the extra care and guidance sometimes. 

It is tough to play the all-knowing hero all the time. 

Bucky is your sanctuary to deconstruct and just be yourself after a long day.

You hope you are the same for him as well. 

With newfound confidence that you have his praise to thank for, you whine as your hips start to circle and twist against his stuff bulge, your clothed pussy already pleased because of how needy and desperate it really is. 

Your back arches as you moan out loud when his fingers go to circle around one of your nipples, twisting it between them before his fingernails dig in them while his vibranium hand finds your mouth. "Bucky!" Your face is flushed and cheeks hot as you feel his thumb graze the shape of your lips before pushing inside them. "Mmmm~" your brows furrow when you feel yourself leak some more before clenching around the air again.

Okay.

Grinding isn't gonna cut it. 

You need him inside you. 

You have waited for way too long to rub it out. 

He just has to be all over you… and that includes all the openings to your insides. 

Your lips tightly wrap around his thumb as you suck so hard that the sound of it resonates in the air, pulling a sharp string of whispered curses from Bucky. Letting go of his arms you now claws at his belt until it gives way to your ferocity and you nearly tug the fly off the fabric.

You whine louder than you would ever like to admit when he goes to tug your shorts off and you have to shift away from where you are grinding against him, the rude protective growl you end up letting out causing him to chuckle as he pulls the shorts off your legs with a soft spank to your ass; a signal for you to improve your crazed behavior.  

Bucky has a way of keeping you in your place. 

"Tsk, solnyshko, patience!" His playful words fall on deaf ears as you literally jump back up on his cock, planting two stubborn hands against his shoulders before pushing him down flat against the mattress from his half risen position. 

Your single-mindedness once you zero in on something is a joke amongst the team. And though you deny it with every fiber of your existence, your actions and manic possessiveness over his cock right now is not helping your case. 

"Mine" you whisper as you move back to now rub against him skin to skin, your fingertips tracing over the bumps of his body as your usually bright eyes watch him with a dark hue over them. A hiss leaves Bucky when your warm and soaking pussy drags against his member, causing for his hands to bolt to your ass as he squeezes with all his might to withstand the sensory overload. It is to avoid flipping you over to fuck you into oblivion. 

Because that can come later. Right now is your first time with him and he prefers for you to take things at your pace; ease into whatever this will become. 

"Just like that, solnyshko, good girl" the words cause you to whimper as you raise yourself by propping your body up against your heels, wrapping one hand around his intimidating girth before you slowly pump and spread both your precums along its destructive length. 

Your bottom lip juts out a little at his scary size and you can't help but look up at him with a whimper. It is so easy because he is your safe place and understands every single one of your quirks with no words exchanged. 

Everything makes sense with Bucky.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it, I know you can" he reassures you as he caresses your thighs comfortingly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of you if I have to" you nod gratefully, your usually smart mouth mum. Though when you look down at his rather monstrous cock again, you have to gulp to yourself as you arch your back before moving the thick tip against your entrance, the sensation causing you to hiss almost instantly.

"Hnnng, Bucky!" You feel yourself stretch and widen around his smooth skin, but then you slide down further and the shape of his thick bulging veins grazes against your trembling walls and your thighs quiver, causing your knees to shake. "Oh!" The most vile moan you have ever let out rings in the air as you reach for his shoulders sensitively, wincing and lowering your head against his to let him kiss you everywhere he can reach while your hips lower against his. 

"Fuck, solnyshko, you're so fucking tight for me" his hands fondle your ass and breasts rather bluntly as he peppers kisses all over your face, moving his own hips in sync to yours to help you out because you are clearly struggling with accommodating and handling him. "Good girl" his lips capture yours in a clingy kiss, your mouths nearly sticking to each other's. You break away for enough time for Bucky to let out, "such a good fucking girl for me, baby" before you sink down on his cock again and bite his bottom lip as a result, loudly whining into his mouth. 

The super soldier curses as he twitches inside you, his tip easily reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves that ks hot and eager to be touched. "Fuck, you're so biiiig!" You mewl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clasping around his shoulders as you find a rhythm and start bouncing, the aid of his hips causing a loud smacking sound to fill the otherwise quiet air. 

You feel your loins tense each time his stiff veins graze your weeping pussy that desperately tries to return to its original state whenever he lifts you almost all the way up and off his cock only to have you sheath it back again from the tip. 

You are trying your best to keep the control to yourself but the truth is, were it not for Bucky's guiding hold on your hips, you would have collapsed from the sensitivity of your core and the size of his impaler long ago. 

"Look at you, solnyshko" the male cooes while panting but doesn't break off the sync of your bodies, one hand now dipping between your legs to let his vibranium thumb rub your clit. The action causes your limbs to spasm as you moan loudly, your back arching while your pussy clenches again. "Lookin' so pretty bouncing on my cock. Almost as if that's all you were made to do" his words make you grunt as you dig your nails into his skin.

Fuck, he is too good. 

Not so chivalrous after all, was he?

"Oh, Bucky!" You have never moaned like this before. "I am gonna–" in control yet so powerless. "I- I am gonna cum!" No one has ever made you feel so good, so dirty, so used and yet so taken care of all at once. "Oh, please!" You have no idea why you are even asking his permission to do so. Before him you had always been the boss of your life. 

But with Bucky, it just feels right. 

Like that is the order of things.

That is just the kind of man that he is. 

"Go ahead, my sweet solnyshko" his other hand slaps your ass and stars appear in your vision. Fuck. You had not expected him to be this dominant. "Fuck yourself dumb on my dick like the cock starved slut that you are" his referral to your crazed greed from some minutes ago makes you blush furiously but before you can protest, his thumb swipes faster and faster against your nub and renders you speechless. 

Your toe curling orgasm os one that leaves you momentarily numb and deaf, the only thing your mind being able to register the overstimulation of your walls as Bucky chases his own orgasm now, basically using you as a cock sleeve as you motionlessly slam up and down his length, the upper half of your body hunched forwards as your cheek rests against his. Your mouth can only let out incoherent murmurs in his ear as you snake your arms around his neck and nibble on the skin of his shoulders until his hot seed explodes through you, filling your cavern up until it overflows and the white liquid trickles down your legs. 

You are eventually moved down and off his cock to which you whine, your hole blinking around air at the loss of contact. That causes Bucky to chuckle as he wraps you up against him in his thick arms and moves your bodies further up the bed until you are resting against the pillows. 

"Don't go~" you softly murmur with a pout when he turns to reach for his bedside drawers. 

The arm that he has around you further tighten in reassurance as he fishes something out. "Aw, baby, don't worry. I am not going anywhere" your pout deepens when he turns towards you and the object comes into view. "Just–"

"Noooo~" you whine as you tighten your arms around his chest and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. "L- Leave it on~" one of his eyebrows raise before a little smirk appears on his face. 

"Oh, solnyshko, you sweet girl" Bucky puts the tissue box away as he moves your hair out of your face before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "Aren't you precious, hm?" As he untucks your flushed face from his neck to look at and caress one of your cheeks lovingly, you blush harder and busy yourself with examining his dog tags to avoid his eyes. "Who would have thought that the baddest avenger would be such a cutie deep down?" You roll your eyes when he playfully quotes what you like to refer to yourself as. "Not wanting to be cleaned so she can remain covered in my cum–"

"Alright, alright. You can stop now" your voice is hoarse due to your vocal exercise from a couple minutes ago. 

"Stop?" Your eyes flutter when his nails comfortingly scratch your scalp before one of his fingers snake through the strands of your disheveled hair. "But I haven't even started with you yet, baby" a snort leaves him when he feels you clench with a whimper at his words.

Your limbs are tangled as you lay relaxing in each other's scents, one of Bucky's thick thighs buried between your legs. 

"Not even started with me yet?!" Your shock makes him snicker. "After all that?!' 

It is safe to say that he has fucked the living daylights out of you.

… And he was not even on top when he did so. 

Bucky shrugs. "Only one way to find out…" His eyes search for yours with hope. 

You finally look up at him with a small smile, your heart thumping as your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags. "I would love to, Bucky." Before you could shy away, your now boyfriend has captured your lips in his. 

"Oh, and honey?"

"Yes… b- babe?"

"We really have to do something about those sassy little eye rolls of yours."  

I know I made him dominant but it's literally Bucky, how could I not?! 

[insidekatmind]

Secret~Miguel Diaz

Request: yes!

Your name is Y/N and you are the daughter of Johnny Lawrence, Robby's twin sister. Your life has always been complicated, especially because of the troubled relationship between your father and your brother. Your family is a tangle of resentments, reconciliations and unresolved issues.

Despite everything, you have always tried to be the most balanced part of your family. You are stubborn and brave, just like your father, but also empathetic and thoughtful, a quality that your brother Robby appreciates more than he will ever admit.

Things got more complicated when you started dating Miguel Diaz, your father's best student at the dojo. At first, it was just an exchange of stolen glances and sarcastic jokes. Then, it became something more.

Your meetings are always secret. Johnny must not know. You know how protective your father is and how much he hates the idea of you dating someone, especially if that someone is one of his favorite students. But Miguel is different. It makes you feel seen, understood, loved.

Tonight is one of those forbidden moments. Miguel texts you: “See you at the park at nine?”

You don’t hesitate to reply: “Sure. I’ll be there.”

You escape through the window of your room, like you always do. The house is quiet. Johnny is out with some friends and Robby is out working out. There’s no one who can stop you.

When you get to the park, Miguel is already there, sitting on one of the benches. He smiles when he sees you and his face lights up.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it this time,” he jokes as you approach.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you reply, plopping down next to him.

The two of you talk for hours. About each other, your dreams, your fears. About the problems with your parents and how, maybe, you could find a way to make everything easier.

Finally, Miguel takes your hand and squeezes it. “I wish I could go out with you in the light of day, without having to hide every time.”

“Me too. But you know how my father is. If he found out, he wouldn’t let us see each other anymore.”

Miguel looks you in the eyes, determined. “Then let’s make sure he doesn’t find out. For now. But one day, we’ll find a way. I promise.”

His kiss is sweet, reassuring. For a moment, everything else disappears. It’s just you and him, far from the complications of the world.

But you both know it can’t last forever.

[kaismasterlist]

| 🩶: angst | 🩷: fluff | ❤️: smut | 🖤: dark |

Clueless (Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger Bsf!Reader) ❤️

Small World (Dark-Soft-Dark Robber + Burglar!Bucky Barnes | Reader) 🖤

The Storms NSFW Continuation (Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!Reader) ❤️

Proud No More Continuation (Supreme Alpha!Steve Rogers | Alpha!Reader) 🖤

Exhibitionist Blowjob With Your Dark Alpha Boss (Husband!Steve | Omega Secretary!Reader) ❤️

Wearing Bucky's Dog Tags With Your Birthday Suit ❤️🖤

Giving In To Dark!Bucky 🖤

Sunshine (Recovering Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Lab technician!You) ❤️

Coy (Daddy!Steve Rogers | Shy Gf!You) ❤️