#vampire diaries smut

[starshipsofstarlord]

Bad Guy

Summary -> despite Kai settling down in a quiet life with you, your friends still don’t trust him, and whilst he acts as though it doesn’t affect him, his behaviour towards it behind closed doors is a different matter (2.6k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni pleeaasseee, smut, oral (male & female receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, aftercare, frustrated!Kai, unsupportive friends, slight angst, fluff, mentions of blood sharing, swearing

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Kai was becoming antsy, he knew better than to start an argument with the people that you called your friends. But they wouldn’t let up on their disregard for your and Kai’s relationship, their opinion always seemed to be right in their eyes. And it irritated him, more so that they thought that he could ever hurt you, even during his time for being hungry for power and revenge, he had never laid a bad finger on you.

As you came back from the lavatory, you squeezed in the booth next to Kai, and he instinctively laid his arm around your shoulders. He was always protective, but he didn’t want them to spew their nonsense in front of you, but clearly, they didn’t care what you wanted. And he had to grit his teeth to silence himself from lashing out at them - nobody spoke to his girl like that.

You were a grown ass woman, you were allowed to be with who the heck you wanted, and if it were him, it was their place to accept that they could do nothing about that. “There’s this guy who works at the little cafe on the corner Y/N, he’s been asking about you a lot. He even wanted your number, but I wouldn’t give it to him without your permission of course.”

“Permission not granted.” You said to Elena, picking up your drink and bluntly taking a sip. “I’m with Kai, you know that. And I’m stuck with him, for better or for worse.” Her intentions for you were only for the best in her eyes, she wanted you to be happy, and most importantly safe. But being bound in a relationship with the sociopathic heretic was not good for you, or so she thought. She, and the others, wouldn’t even give him a chance, and it had Kai wondering if he even deserved one.

“Oh it’s definitely for worse.” Damon chipped in, and you could only shoot him a glare. Kai’s knee was bouncing beneath the table, he wanted to say something, or snap one of their necks, but he had to be on his best behaviour to prove each of them wrong. He’d broken their necks and worse in the past, but he was a better man now, and he had to keep trying to convince them of that for your sake.

The digs at him finally settled down as everybody got lost in conversation but they were adamant about leaving him out at every chance they got. It was as though they were pretending he wasn’t there, and he knew that he had definitely not done an invisibility spell. The heretic’s mind was spiralling with private thoughts of what he was going to do to you when you finally got home, and that seemed to pass the time.

Before he knew it the two of you were in your car, and he found himself looking out the window rather than at you. He was trying not to brew in his frustrations, he had been working on it, but he wanted to get home first, that way nobody could see him treat you in the way he knew you liked best. You were oblivious to the emotions that were weighing on his chest, tapping your fingers as you steered the wheel, almost at the last partition of your route home.

It wasn’t much, just a small apartment big enough for the both of you, but it was the one place that he had not been shunned for being in. You’d never even allowed your friends to enter once the both of you had moved in, which only made them more suspicious, but only those that respected your and Kai’s relationship had permission to enter. And until then, they would have to deal with being cast away in the unknown of your living habits.

“Kai, are you okay?” You asked once the two of you had finished on your journey to your home and were safely inside the front door. He quirked his head at you, his stoney orbs mocking you with his widening pupils. He shook his head, taking off his long coat and draping it over the rack. “Kai.” You hurried after him as he headed towards the bedroom, growing worried for the way in which he was acting.

At first he hadn’t been the best with communication, but it was an unspoken rule between the two of you that if there was a problem you would voice it to each other. And he rarely had trouble to voice his concerns, but anxiety bubbled in your throat when you received nothing more than the silent treatment. He decided to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers stroking his bottom lip in thought. “Kai, have I done something wrong?” You enquired worriedly, standing before him and pressing your hands upon the hill of his knees.

He released a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. “The only thing you’ve done is kept your tongue tied when your friends spoke about us. I can’t put up with it anymore Y/N/N, it’s driving me insane that whilst they have no idea about our relationship, they see themselves important enough to have an input on it.” He stroked his hands through his hair, staring up at you before cupping your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that baby. I love you and I love us, it just doesn’t make me feel the best when I’m forced to hear their opinions.” His eyes begged for your forgiveness, but there was none to be given, considering he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

In fact he had been on his best behaviour, just for you. If Kai resented something so much he was always one to either speak up or more commonly lash out, but he was aware of what your friends meant to you, and he wasn’t prepared to ruin his redemption. “It’s okay, keep going. There’s nothing wrong with having a little destress Mal, you can use me for that y’know.” Your hands released their hold on his knees and played with the strap of your little black dress, tugging it down in a teasing way. “Do you want to use me Kai? Make yourself feel better with my mouth?”

You bit your lip to emphasise your point, and you were about to lower yourself onto your knees but Kai was already one step ahead of you. He’d used his vampiric speed to shove you to the ground, and he was once again on his feet, shadowing above you like the villain that people thought he was. “That’s a good idea from you baby, I shoulda thought of that sooner. It’s always hot to see you at my mercy, but begging to be, that’s something that I’m not going to shy away from.” You grew excited as Kai began to unravel his belt that secured his jeans around his waist, undoing the buckle only then to switch to the fly.

“Then don’t Parker.” He had no hesitation when it came to revealing himself from his charcoal coloured jeans, pulling his cock out and gripping your hair as he slapped the side of your face with his length. You stuck your tongue out, hungry to taste him on your buds and so he waited no longer to enter his cock in your mouth. His length disappeared down your throat as you gagged, but he held your head still. Kai used you in a means to release his frustration; your friends could never accept him, not even now that he was a good guy, or as close to that as he could get. He couldn’t kill anyone to destress, that would only be proving their point. And so he took it out on you and you most certainly had no complaints to the solution to his enraging problem.

"Take my cock so well, anyone would think it was down your throat when you stayed silent instead of defending me." He was spiteful, what he didn't know however was that you had stood ground for him countless times before when Bonnie or Damon or Elena had the need to express their distaste for your boyfriend. It had always been the way, you were the only one that saw him for more than the monstrous things that he had done.

A whine haplessly strangled out of your mouth when Kai removed his cock, a darkness looming in his grey irises. He knew that he was being cruel, but not in the manner that your friends suspected; he was taking away everything that you craved. It was his sweet revenge that was only bitter towards you. Outside of the bedroom he treated you like a delicate princess, and whilst he had taken a lot of persuading to be rough with you, he had finally gotten there.

He wore a cold smirk, one that only turned you on even more, and to appease your appetite he gave you his cock again, his ring clad hands grasping either side of your face as he rocked his hips, forcing you to breath out of your nose heavily. His neck sloped backwards as he raised his sight to the dull ceiling, as he sloppily fucked your mouth. The sounds from your lack of breath and choking echoed within the room, he was rough with his actions but he had no concerns as he knew that you would be alright, especially considering that you’d be in this position plenty of times before.

“Oh fuck.” He sighed, removing himself from your mouth, despite entirely not wanting to, but his brain was screaming at him to throw you on the bed. He licked his lips, grasping you by the roots of hair on your head, as he ironically laid you on the bed gently, raising you so that your head was against the pillows, and he was between your thighs, bunching your dress up and around your waist, ripping your panties off. He didn’t want a single thing to conceal you from his hunger, you were getting used to the feeling of nothing, however Kai stopped that as he leant forwards, lapping ferociously at your pussy.

It was impossible for him not to moan at the taste of your juices, they only encouraged him to devour you. He ran his tongue down your slit to your entrance, dipping it into your entrance, and his hand came to rest on your abdomen so that he could rub your clit with his thumb, his actions causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his neck. Your eyes rolled back into your head; Kai never failed to make you feel amazing. Even when he was experiencing a dominant rush, he never failed to prioritise your orgasm, which was close approaching. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging mindlessly at it, as you rotated your hips up to meet his mouth. “Kai, I’m going to cum.”

Your words only encouraged him to continue, he needed to taste your cum on his tongue. Fireworks deliriously exploded within your body as Kai grasped your hip with his free hand, rubbing your clit faster, causing you to reach the high that had been near. You raggedly breathed, your form going slack on the bed, Kai rode you out through your orgasm, before climbing atop of you, pushing his lips onto yours and forcing you to taste yourself. “Need to be inside of you.” He muttered, pupils blown wide, as he strived for his greatest comfort. He ran the tip of his cock against you before slipping in with no resistance, and he moaned from your warmth that hugged his cock.

He planted his hands on either side of your head, using it as leverage to pound in and out of your count. Your moans entangled within the safety of your room, and whilst your eyes shut Kai took in every detail of your beauty. He was infatuated with you, it frustrated him to hear that your friends didn’t trust him with you when you meant everything to him. You were the reason why his world spun on its axis, you were the reason why he had finally found peace. As much as your beloved friends thought your relationship to be toxic, it was quite the opposite.

He loved every inch of your being, worshipped it in fact. Your love was healthy despite what they thought, and having your bodies conjoined together in the act of making love, well that was truly his escape from it all. Kai was an easy man when it came to you, all he needed was your presence and he was okay. His lips ran down your throat, sucking on your skin, never daring to feed from you, you were far too precious for that. He felt home from just being inside of you, and he breathed in the scent of your worn and distantly fading perfume, as he kept his head in the crook of your neck for a moment, until he reconnected your lips, eating your moans. “You feel fucking amazing baby.” He huffed, sweat lining his forehead as he rocked lovingly into you.

Your hands swept up, grasping onto his clothed forearms, eyes struggling to remain open as you stared, blinded by pleasure up at him. You could feel another orgasm approaching and Kai could sense it, and so he forced his own to wait as he reached down with one of his hands and played with your bud again, causing you to squeal out his name. That alone was enough to trigger his own end, and he emptied inside of you, filling you with his cum, and he forced his cock deep inside of you in hopes of none of it slipping out. “I love you Malachai.” It had become a habit for him to flinch at that name, but it sounded right coming from you - only you.

“I love you too angel.” He shut his eyes for a moment to cherish the moment, before kissing your forehead and pulling out from you, causing you to lightly moan from suddenly feeling empty. “I’ll be right back.” He lovingly stroked your hair, disappearing from your vision until he returned with a damp washcloth, cleaning away the liquids that had escaped around your most private area. You could only send him a dopey smile when he undressed himself entirely, down to his boxers which he pulled up. He walked around your room, shuffling through drawers until he returned to you with one of his big shirts and a pair of your most comfortable panties.

It was a quiet interaction, yet one of intimacy. He removed your dress and bra, and replaced the clothes you were wearing with the ones that he had scoured for. Afterwards he returned beside you in the bed, tucking you both beneath the duvet as he held you to his chest. “I’m never going to stop trying to make up for the things that I did to your friends you know, I want them to like me, for you. They may get on my nerves, but I need to prove to them that I’m a different man when I’m with you, I’m the real me rather than the monster that my family made me into.” He spoke tiredly, resting his lips against your hair, stroking down your back with a harmless hand.

“They’ll stop eventually, we’ve all made mistakes. Damon especially, and if they can’t accept that I love you Kai, then that’s their problem, not ours. They’re never going to change my opinion of you, because what I think matters more.” Your words were sluggish, and it was understandable that you were tired, he’d just fucked your brains out. Thoughts invaded Kai’s mind, but this time they were happy thoughts. He was thinking about what he would make you for breakfast in the morning, taking a warm shower together since he loved washing your hair, and most importantly, spending the rest of your lives together.

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[maomao92]

Don't y'all hate when y'all are reading smut and the author starts saying shit that doesn't make sense, like how the fuck is his balls slapping against her clit in missionary 🤨😐

#blood of Zeus x reader #hotd smut #demon slayer smut #vampire diaries smut #tr smut #black butler smut

[thegirlwhomoanedwolf]

Belonging

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

(Klaus shows reader who she belongs to)

Warnings: 18+ only ,smut, rough sex, mentions of violence ( not to reader)

You stepped into the sunlit greenhouse taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. The floral and herbal scents grounding you. Your personal sanctuary whenever you needed time to yourself. Which you needed much more frequently as of late. With all the drama and fighting in the quarter leaving you feeling on edge constantly. Well maybe not constantly. You had another way of relieving your tension, Klaus Mikaelson. You knew you shouldn’t have allowed yourself to get wrapped up in him or rather shouldn’t have allowed him to get wrapped up in you but you couldn’t help yourself. He was sexy, charming, and to your defense you didn’t know he was an original until his pillow talk after he made you cum so hard five times you thought all of New Orleans must have heard you.

Even then you tried to stay loyal to your fellow witches by kicking him out immediately ,trying to ignore the distraught look on his face. Attempting to convince yourself he was faking. You had always heard Klaus was a master manipulator, evil , the worst monster there was. Yet you couldn’t help but feel the connection you had that led you back to your bed in the first place was authentic. You also couldn’t imagine him faking the way he looked at you, kissed you and caressed you. Of course the best and most passionate sex of your life had to be with someone you were supposed to hate.

Staying away obviously didn’t last long. You tried your hardest, even smacking him outside of Rousseaus too angry at him for putting one of your coven members at risk to even be afraid of him. The slap had resulted in him giving you a glare that made you think he’d rip your heart out of your chest. Instead he did something much worse and made it flutter when his mouth crashed to yours and he fucked you against the cold brick wall grunting how much he missed being inside of you.

Since then you still tried to resist him but considering he’d had you on pretty much every location in this town besides your greenhouse you guess you haven’t been that successful. Still you tried, you even went on a date last night with a very attractive trumpet player. He was kind and funny but you hated that in your head compared him to Klaus. There wasn’t the scorching chemistry when you kissed and even though you let him finger you in your doorway when he took you back home you didn’t orgasm and you didn’t let it go any farther telling him you wanted to take things slower. Luckily he was a gentleman and respected that. Giving you a sweet but boring kiss goodnight. When you crawled into bed later your hand traveled down your body and into your panties your mind wandering to how the night would have gone if it would have been Klaus.

You sighed walking further into the greenhouse your conflicting emotions eating at you. You leaned into a pot of lavender inhaling deeply trying to absorb its calming properties. Why did your life have to be so difficult ? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had fallen in love with a man said to have no heart. What were you going to do?

“ Hello (y/n),” a familiar voice sounded behind you.

You jumped hand flying to your racing heart “ what the hell Klaus.” You scolded turning to look at him your face dropping as soon as you saw his. There was an anger In his eyes that had never been directed at you before. A look you had seen multiple times before someone’s head was removed clean from their shoulders.

“ I’m sorry were you expecting someone else ?” He said venom in his voice.

“ no, you just scared me half to death I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” You said breathless nervous as to why he seemed so upset.

He crowded you “ are you sure about that ?”

You gulped and answered honestly, “ yes, you know I come here to be alone.”

“ Oh I’m sorry I guess I just thought maybe the man who you fucked last night would be here since he’s obviously more important than me .”

Your eyes widened “ Klaus I didn’t.” He slammed his hand down on a table beside you.

“ Don’t fucking lie to me!” He yelled jolting you “ I had a special delivery sent to you last night and what a surprise when I was told it couldn’t be delivered due to you being fucked in your doorway !”

Your mind raced, that was not what happened, what was he having delivered and why was he so upset?

“ Klaus that’s not what happened.”

“ Oh no ? And I’m supposed to trust you ?” Now that hurt but that hurt tuned into fury.

Your eyes blazed back into his “ for your information, not that I even have to tell you as we’re not exclusive I went on a date! We kissed and he fingered me and wanted sex and I said no and he went home! You know what, if I had fucked him I’m a grown woman and I can make my own choices and” your body quickly hit the back of the large wooden table that took up the center of the greenhouse taking your breath away for a second. Klaus had his upper body hovered over yours as he gripped your waist with one hand making you feel vulnerable.

The look in his eyes became slightly softer, “ tell me then is that what you really want ?” You looked up at him confused.

“ what?”

“Is that what you really want (y/n)? Meaningless sex with meaningless people? To keep denying the true depth of your feelings for me and to pretend that I don’t feel the same ?” His hand on your waist slid under your shirt softly caressing your skin. “ or do you finally want to accept that you belong to me?” His hand moved down your side and in between your thighs causing a gasp from your shocked lips. “ that your pussy belongs to me.” Pressing his hand harder causing pleasurable shockwaves.

“ yes ,” you moaned helplessly. You had always wanted him, wanted to be his, no more denying.

His satisfied smirk showed he knew your answer but he was devious after all “ yes what ?” He asked lowly.

“ yes I belong to you. please Klaus,” you writhed and begged trying to get more friction where you needed it most.

A wide smile covered his face and he gripped your legs pulling one on each side of him. Your ass almost dangling off the table. He thrust his hips into yours and you moaned wishing the clothing between you was gone. Always knowing what you need Klaus ripped of your pants and underwear swiftly before pushing his own down. His thick cock sprung free before he gripped it in his hand and began to slide it up and down your wetness teasing in a delicious way.

“ please Klaus,” you begged again trying to move and sink yourself down on him bit he wouldn’t allow it.

He leaned into your ear hot breath giving you chills “ tell me again (y/n) who do you belong to ? Who does this pussy belong to?”

“ you, please Klaus it belongs to you.” He thrust into you filling you completely and stilling, letting your walls adjust to him.

“ that’s right, this pretty little pussy belongs to me, and I’m gonna treat it so well,” he growled in response before quickly pulling out and slamming back into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head. This is what you needed. What you always needed. His slow forceful thrusts finding that spot inside of you no one else had ever reached. Fuck you were already feeling close. On cue Klaus put his hand where you needed it most rubbling soft circles as his cock jolted you on the creaking table.

“ fuck I’m cumming,” you cried as you tensed around his extra hard thrust.

Shaking even harder hearing the smile in his voice “ that’s my good girl .” Before your orgasm fully ended he ripped your shirt open freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze and pulled your legs over his shoulders lifting your hips with a bruising grip and began to pound into you ferociously. Your hands gripped the edge of the rough table, body unsure of how to handle such pleasure. He snarled as he bounced you on his cock “ touch yourself ,” he ordered sharply and you obeyed a hand that previously had a death grip on the table reaching in between your thighs. A few circles around your clit and you were cumming again not even aware of the words Klaus was saying as praise.

His thrusts slowed and softened and he leaned his body over yours completely. His mouth met yours in a slow passionate kiss his tongue expertly caressing yours. You moaned into his mouth as he reached down and removed your hand and began to rock into you so close that his body was putting a delicious pressure on your clit. Slow and intimate. His fingers wrapped in your hair, your hands gripping the leather jacket he never bothered to remove. You were so exposed and vulnerable compared to him. He pulled his lips away and gazed into your eyes, the pleasure evident on his face, his kiss swollen lips and messy hair showcasing how he truly was the most beautiful creature on this planet. And he was yours. You began to tighten and shake around him and without thinking the words tumbled out of your mouth as you came.

“ I love you Klaus,” the words sent him over the edge. His eyes widened and he threw his head back letting out a pleasured sob as his cock twitched spilling inside of you.

His head fell into your neck kissing it sweetly as you both came down from your highs. “ I love you (y/n), you belong to me and I belong to you, always and forever.”

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[thatwriterrosefics]

Rose's 2023 Kinktober List

I have done it! I have finished all of my kinktober prompts and this is the official list of what prompts and who they're about each day. These will be posted on my Ao3 which is ThatWriterRose. I will make daily posts with a link to each fic but this post will also have links to each fic as I post them. I hope you all enjoy!

1. Hair Pulling - Jonathan Byers x OC

2. Roleplay - Larissa Weems x OC

3. Hate Sex - Eddie Munson x OC

4. Breeding Kink - Steve Harrington x OC

5. Office Sex - Foggy Nelson x OC

6.  Double Penetration - Jonathan x OC x Argyle

7. Semi-Public - Randy Meeks x OC

8. Face Sitting - Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x OC

9. Sex Toys - Boba Fett x OC

10. Edging - Oberyn Martell x OC

11.  Cunnilingus - Johnny "Coco" Cruz x OC

12. Mutual Masturbation - Robin Buckley x OC

13. Reunion Sex - Adult!Natalie Scatorccio x OC

14. Shower Sex - Stefan Salvatore x OC

15. Anal Sex - Din Djarin x OC

16. Pegging - Gerald of Rivia x OC

17. Fancy Clothes - Yennefer of Vengerberg x OC

18. Taping Sex - Adult! Van Palmer x OC

19. Caught in the Act - Stu Macher x OC

20. Morning Sex - Jango Fett x OC

21. Aftercare - Evelyn Hugo x Celia St. James

22. Car Sex - Eddie Munson x OC

23. Sex Dream - Lottie Mathews x OC

24. Lingerie - Jim Hopper x OC

25. Quickie - Jaskier x OC

26. Corruption Kink - Henry Creel x OC

27. Dacryphilia - Fennec Shand x OC

28. Marking - Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman

29. Phone Sex - Argyle x OC

30. Virginity - Ethan Landry x OC

31. Possessive Sex - Steve Harrington x OC

#stranger things smut #yellowjackets smut #star wars smut #witcher smut #scream smut #marvel smut #vampire diaries smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #rose tries kinktokber 2023

[reina-petrova]

🥀The Likes of You and Me🥀

↳Historical AU/Game Of Thrones/Vikings Inspired.

↳Katerina Petrova's idyllic life is shattered when she is given as a spoil of war to Elijah Mikaelson by his brother Niklaus after attacking her village in search of the moonstone. Under his watchful gaze and lingering touches, Katerina discovers there is more to this ritual than either brother lets on, and that she has a larger part to play than she could ever dream. ↳Relationships: Elijah x Katherine Pierce (as Katerina Petrova) centric, minor Klaus x Caroline ↳Status: In progress, 20k+ words ↳Slow burn, angst, romance, sexual tension eventual smut, smut. ↳Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, power imbalance, human sacrifice, use of adult language

↳Here is a small sample, edited for brevity.

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Niklaus turned to face her, satisfaction clear on his face. Her stomach twisted at that smile.

"Perhaps you need some time to recover your memories, my lady. I am nothing if not a patient man."

Katerina resisted the urge to scoff. His voice was low, yet she heard every word he spoke over the bustling of the soldiers around them. Some glanced at her with a kind of pity, but she couldn't understand why. Whose tent was she about to enter?

Katerina stepped into the tent none too graciously, courtesy of Niklaus. When she lifted her head to survey, she saw that the tent was identical in stature on the inside, yet there was an inherently different feeling to it. Where Niklaus’s was dark, intimidating, and sparsely furnished, this one was warm and almost inviting. Candles bathed the tent in light, and the heat from the brazier enveloped her like a summer breeze. She stared at the multitude of shelves full of books, quills, ink, and extra candles. Pillows and thick, warm furs lay across chairs and chaises. One or two baskets of fruit punctuated a table here and there, but documents were scattered across any flat surface she could see.

They were yellow and curling, some maps, some letters. There was a strange chaotic order to it all. Swords and their scabbards hung from a rack, with a few axes joining the array, glinting from the sunshine pouring through the tent opening. She saw no bed but assumed that it must've been in the connecting tent. This tent was clearly lived in. This was the tent of a lord commander.

"Brother!" Katerina’s eyes fell on a man, sitting at a desk with a candle, pouring over the parchments. "I've brought you a spoil of war."

Katerina's jaw tensed as Niklaus's jovial words echoed through the canvas walls, and she saw the man stand from the desk and walk towards the pair. Without a moment to look upon the man's face, Katerina felt Niklaus's cold and unyielding hand collide with her back as he cruelly pushed her onto the ground. Aching knees colliding against hard, packed earth again, she grunted at the impact, the palm of her hands skidding across the mud.

"I've lost a moonstone, and you've gained a whore."

The young woman started at the words being exchanged, though she did not have to lift her head to know who she was kneeling in front of. The man Niklaus called brother. Elijah Mikaelson.

"I am not-!"

Her words were quickly lost as Niklaus laughed and continued.

"She seems to not be able to recall anything of the treasure, so I leave it to you to get some sense into her while I prepare for certain… arrangements. Enjoy yourself, brother. She'll warm your bed nicely."

Katerina froze. Her bones ached where they hit the ground, and she soon found herself questioning whether it was prudent for her to get up again at all. The brothers' words were soon lost to her, her own blood rushing in her ears as she felt true fear for the second time again. If Niklaus Mikaelson was said to be the Devil incarnate, Elijah Mikaelson was hell personified. As the commander of the entire army, he was the one that sanctioned all the forces' barbaric attacks, and he supposedly did it with nothing less than a nod of his head. The brothers were a terrible curse upon the empire, and they had brought that destruction to her own lands.

"You cannot keep me here!" Neither brother turned to look at her.  

"I hope these arrangements will prove to be worthwhile." Elijah replied, his voice low and warm. Finally, after a pause, his eyes reached hers.

Raising her chin defiantly, she hardened her stare in response, and, after studying her for a moment, the man soon turned to look back at his blonde counterpart. Niklaus smiled sinisterly.

"They will be. So, I will leave you to it, brother. It seems like you've got your hands full."

Niklaus indicated his leaving with a nod, and let himself out of Elijah’s tent, exuding the same sadistic glee that she'd witnessed in the threshold of her home, and he was gone.

Katerina had dropped her gaze to her hands, noticing the dirt that had gotten caked underneath her fingernails. Silence filled the tent now that they were left alone, and she suddenly found herself without words for the first time in her life. After all, her words would simply not be heard. When she lifted her head again, she saw that Elijah had returned to his desk and promptly resumed working.

Another few seconds of silence passed, then she heard two quiet words.

"Come here."

Dropping her hands to her sides, she realized what sort of predicament she had found herself in. She was alone in a tent with Elijah Mikaelson.

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[carleighalpha]

Your Wish Is My Command

{Y/N} is bored at home and she decides to hit up her favorite hybrid for a little RNR.

Rating: M.

Word Count: 413

Imagine: Smut.

Warning: Nothing I can think of.

{Y/N} sat bored out of her mind in her room. It was the weekend, Saturday, and most of her friends were doing god knows what. The smile that was displayed on her face as she pulled up her phone. Shifting her contacts, she saw the ‘KM’ contact.

What are you up to? {Y/N}.

She waited for a response as she was twirling a lock of her {H/C} hair. The text lit up as she smiled.

Making sure my family doesn’t destroy another, why? Klaus.

{Y/N} couldn’t help but blush. She typed the message.

I’m Bored, Keep me company ;).

The rush of wind hit her as she felt the light burn of his beard on her neck, his lip trailed up to her ear.

“ Your wish is my command.” Klaus said as he turned her. {Y/N} smirked as his lips found hers. 

“ God I missed you.” {Y/N} said as Klaus removed her top with a speed that was quick.

“ Patience my angel. We have all night to make you scream in pure pleasure.” Klaus said with a deep hunger in his tone that made {Y/N} groan with pleasure as Klaus could practically sniff her wetness. He carefully began to caress her breast as his other hand lead down to her pants and got her pants off as he trailed down and pulled her legs apart.

“ My my what a tantalizing smell.” Klaus said as his hybrid features showed before he began to eagerly lick her core. The motion of this made her squirm and moan lowly. Klaus continued to work her through all the naughty pleasure that came to her mind. Klaus then pulled up and removed his clothes before turning her around and thrusting into her tight core.

“ OH fuck!” {Y/N} screamed as he pounded deep within. Klaus moved her hair so he had access to her neck, the heat and pleasure was too great. As Klaus reaches his orgasm, he bites down on her neck. His fangs penetrate her skin to draw blood. This made {Y/N} scream in ecstasy as she came all over Klaus’ cock. He pulled out after licking her wound. The two laid down together.

“ Thank you.” {Y/N} said with a smirk. Klaus couldn’t help but smile.

“ All is fair, my dear angel.” Klaus said with a smirk.

“ Round 2?” {Y/N} said with a grin. Klaus smirked at this before the two of them continued through the night.

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 4

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): you have whipped cream on your nose

Word Count: 923

Story Description: When (Y/N) can't sleep, they cook. Today, they're cooking pancakes, Damon's sort of favorite food. Though he's hungry for another type of delicacy.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

A/N: it's short and sweet and it almost turned into a full-on smut, but decide to keep it pg-13 🫣

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Insomnia? Just Eat

There was never much downtime for anyone with knowledge of the supernatural in Mystic Falls. Whether you knew of vampires, werewolves, witches, or whatnots – or you knew about them – there wasn’t a day that went by without some trouble brewing.

So, when they had even a few hours by themselves, everyone used them as best they could. Whether it was to catch up on much-needed sleep, spend time with their families and loved ones, or simply rest. As the world continued turning, ignorant to the dangers that truly lingered, others fought to keep them safe and valued the time they didn’t have to.

In the Salvatore boarding house, everyone was sleeping, enjoying one of those rare moments of tranquility — they knew it would not last long. And they were going to enjoy it as best they could. Well, except for one person.

(Y/N) was notoriously known for their insomniac tendencies. When they slept, it was only for a couple of hours at a time, never finding that much-needed slumber. As everyone dreamed, they were wide awake, cooking in the kitchen.

When they couldn’t find that sliver of sleep they needed, they would bake, they would cook, and they would sometimes clean – rarely the latter. If their mind was awake, they had to keep busy in some way.

That winter morning, as a blanket of snow covered the lawn outside and locked them in the house, they were in the kitchen cooking pancakes. A mess of flor was strewn about the floor, eggshells were scattered on the counter, and they were covered in specks of batter. It was a messy sight, but they were having fun, their concentration completely on the fluffy pancakes on the stove.

From the entryway, Damon watched the scene unfold. He leaned onto the archway on his shoulder, a wide smile painted onto his face. He recalled the time he had been stuck in the prison world. Cooking pancakes just like they were doing, trying his best to keep a sane mind in that crazy place. The only difference was (Y/N) wasn’t there. Though he was with Bonnie, he’d never felt so alone in a long time.

“Quite a mess you’ve made here,” he spoke up, startling his partner that was concentrated on the food and the Christmas music that was quietly playing in the room. “Never thought pancakes could be this messy.”

“They are when they’re Christmas pancakes,” they smiled. (Y/N) picked up a plate and showed Damon proudly their concoction. “It’s a gingerbread man!”

“Oh! I mean, it looks like it’s supposed to be a gingerbread man,” Damon chuckled.  “Looks good… enough. Why don’t I take over? You can start decorating them.”

“Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I forgot you were the resident pancake expert.”

“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice.”

They sat down on the island, opposite of Damon, as they took the pancakes that were already made. In bowls, there were red M&Ms and chocolate chips, and there was a can of whipped cream. They placed two pancakes on each plate and started decorating. With the M&Ms, they gave the little figure buttons. With the chocolate, eyes, and a smile. And with the whipped cream, a scarf.

“Finished!” They exclaimed, the can of whipped cream still in their hand. As they threw their arms into the air, they accidentally pressed the tip, sending whipped cream everywhere. “Shit, sorry!”

The pair burst out in laughter, the spray only adding to the mess that was scattered on the kitchen. Damon circled the island with a cloth, helping (Y/N) to clean up the goo that had landed on their body. He wiped their clothes, then their arms, and finally their face. And he couldn’t help the look of adoration that clung to his eyes.

Moments like these were rare. Where the biggest problem would be cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the insane amount of pancakes they had cooked. It made them both feel normal – human. They were not a vampire and their supernatural-fighting partner. Simply two people in love cooking breakfast on a winter morning.

“You still have some whipped cream on your nose,” Damon pointed out, a look of mischief taking over his face.

“Are you gonna clean it up?” (Y/N) teased. “You know I can’t see it.”

Damon walked closer until he was situated in between their open legs. With a toothy grin, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whipped cream away. He then traveled to their mouth, placing a hard and passionate kiss on their lips. (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck, their hands pulling softly at the hair on his nape.

A groan escaped his lips. Heat rising between them. Instinctively, (Y/N) wrapped their legs around his waist, pressing Damon even closer to their body. Soon enough, their kissing turned into a steamy makeout and neither could deny the want that was growing between them.

“What do you say we take this upstairs and I give you an early Christmas present?” Damon grinned.

“But what about the pancakes?” (Y/N) said innocently. “I don’t want them to go to waste.”

“I can assure you they won’t,” he chuckled. “I’m sure Stefan will eat them.”

“And the mess?”

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” Damon growled. “Now, hang on, baby.”

(Y/N) tightened their legs around his waist and their arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before he sped them to their bedroom. There, another type of feast was held.

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That's my girl... MY WOMAN

⚠️: no Smut, but I had it on the Hashtag if you want pt2, Toxic relationship , Fem Pov, ex-boyfriend, non-con

(Wanna say English is not my first language so I do the best I can, I hope you guys like it and that I tryna to improve more my writing and my imagination, please like and any advices would be welcome♡♡)

It was a cold night and I was freaking freezing outside, what the fuck I was thinking going out with strapless shirt, it was supposed to be a hot night I saw it in the weather in my phone, How naive I was. Whatever after I was with the girls gossiping about everything what happened with us the past months I return to my warm house, my sanctuary.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I got surprise cause I didn't even close the door well when someone start knocking

"Yes?, Who is it?" Raise a little my voice so the other person could heard it in the other side.

"Just open the door" a deep voice I heard I got goosebumps, I open the door and my ex was there "the fuck you are doing here? I told you WE.. ARE.. OVER"

He just walk inside like the house was his "saw you on the café today with the girls and that boy" he look at me and I rolled my eyes "and?... I can fucking talk to anyone I want" he smirks "nah... you cant"

Before I could walk back he hold my  back and push me to himself to kiss me, I wanted to fight back but, I couldn't I hate myself for being so weak for him

"Yeah that's right" he whispered between kisses "That's my girl, that's my woman right there" with a slap in my ass and a moan leaving my mouth he took me to my room.

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ZORO , Dabi,  dean, EUSTASS KID, Carl Gallahger , Damon Salvatore, KLAUS MIKAELSON, chrollo

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Characters I'm familiar with and would write/read about: request!!

Tate Langdon/violet

criminal minds characters

supernatural characters

stranger things characters (adults)

Vampire diaries characters

Shameless characters

Colby brock / sam

Lesbian / bfs / gfs

The originals - vampire diaries

Others If suggested

My wattpad - witchywriteres

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[5starrniyah]

I was in Mystic Falls,I was walking to Mystic Grills I ran into the Salvatore brothers , a little after that we went to their house.

Stefen he wasn’t bad looking but I was thinking really nasty thoughts about Damon …

I left there house and met up with Elena and Bonnie we was talking and I asked Elena if she new the Salvatore brothers and she told u she was dating one of the *my heart started to pound not knowing what brother she was dating * but luckily she said she was dating Stefen I did a sigh of relief and then she asked me why?

I told he what I felt about Damon she told me that “she will try to get us on a date but it’s not a promise” my pussy was doing a happy dance but I had to keep my composure..

A while after I went home but when I went to sleep I was dreaming nasty things as well.

The next morning I woke up to Elena calling me saying me that “Damon would go on the date Friday but only a double date with Elena and Stefen.

So three days go by and me an Elena was getting ready we wasn’t dressed up tho it was more of a friend date .

We got done getting ready and and we looked outside and they were out there, we went to the grill,we had a couple drinks and I was a little tipsy Elena and Stefen stayed while Damon took me home.

I got home and I invited him in,he took my jacket off and shoes and laid me down in me bed in my head I was thinking *this is my chance * I leaned in kissing him he kissed me back, we mad out in my bed then I took off his shirt as he’s talking mines off.

He slammed me on the desk in my room while taking off my leggings, he pulled his big long hard shaft out I look down at his big cock and he said “can u take that?” I nodded me head yes and he stuck his King Kong shaft in my pussy .

He started to go back in forward faster and faster making sure to slow down in the process, he took it out and cumed all over my pussy he commanded me to get on my knees and I obeyed ,I started sucking that King Kong shaft after a couple minutes he wrapped my hair around his hands and pushing my head back and forward I started to gag a little, he pushed me head one more time and left it to where my nose could feel his pubic hair and he started moving my head side to side while his shaft was still in my mouth he finally cumed in my mouth.

I got back up all the way on my bed and he started getting himself prepared and I started fingering my self, he came and flipped me over and put me in doggy style , he stuck it in while I’m fingering my self he was fucking me from the back while I was fingering my self.

I started moaning and screaming he covered my mouth and told me “you don’t want your brother to hear us” he flipped me over and started giving me head , he’s slurping and licking me and it felt so good,I creamed in his mouth.

He got me up and slammed me on the wall and started kissing me neck and I said *though you didn’t want to make noise* , he bit my neck sucking some blood out of my neck it hurts but felt good good at the same time .

He was me everywhere I was dreaming and thinking of , he kissed me down yo my pussy and he started licking while he still giving me head he slammed me on my bed and spread my legs open .

Then while he’s doing that my door flings open and Elena and Stefen is standing there Damon doesn’t care and still is eating me out Stefen wasn’t suppressed he just started coming closer and he started talking his clothes of and started leaning over me his big cock was over me face and he started slapping me with it .

Eventually he stuck it in me and Damon stop giving me head and started to prepare himself while I’m sucking Stefen cock and Elena is standing at the door.

Elena started yo walk closer and closer with every step she takes a peace of clothing off she closes the door making sure yo lock it and she sees me fingering my self and she comes over and starts fingering me the while I’m sucking Stefen dick and she’s fingering me Damon sticks is cock inside her .

Stefen cums all over my mouth, and while Damon if fucking Elena, Elena is giving me head .

I creamed all over Elena then Stefen goes over to Elena and puts her on the bed he got over her head while I suck the shit out of her pussy and Damon is hitting me from the back.

Me and Damon get on one side of the bed and Elena and Stefen gets on the other side we both start sucking there dick.

After all this we went in my big shower and took a shower while still fucking we get out and all lay in my king size bed and fall asleep when means Elena woke up they were gone and left a not sayings *foursome again tomorrow night?* ….

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Possession

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Summary -> klaus hates watching you talk with another man, even if it is his brother. and it his duty as the man that owns you to remind you of whom you belong to (1.4k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, possessiveness, some toxicity, jealousy, brief mentions of death and turning, crying

Venom was poised on Klaus’ tongue as he watched his beloved, glaring daggers at her form as she watched Y/N laugh at something dismal that one of his brothers had said. She was supposed to remember that she belonged to him, she was his mere little human that was his own personal slave for affection.

He sat there, nostrils flaring, as he sipped out of the rich flute, placing it upon the side table before he hauled himself to his feet, stalking toward his girl. She was his, and she wasn’t allowed to forget that, he didn’t care if she was just being friendly, any niceties were reserved for him alone. Elijah sensed the homicidal distress radiating from his sibling, and chose it best to remain by Y/N’s side as Niklaus reached them. “Brother.” He greeted him, bowing his head respectively at the younger one of their family.

Despite the politeness, Klaus wished to scorn the smile that Elijah had caused from Y/N’s face; he had grown more possessive since becoming a hybrid and unlocking his werewolf side. “Get away from my woman, now.” He spoke slowly, reaching towards Y/N and dragging her into his arms as she gently shook. “It’s okay love, I’m here now. Cling to me all you want.”

And she did, her hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as her face rested lowly on his chest, remaining silent as Klaus forbade his brother from sharing the presence of them both in his art room. Because she was his little masterpiece that he had trained to mould around himself, he raised her chin so she was forced to look up at him, their eyes strongly meeting. Y/N knew that she would be in trouble if she broke the visual contact, she had to obey him, he was the one that controlled this relationship, and most times than not her too.

“You belong to me, do you understand that Y/N?” His interrogative enquiry made her physically gulp, but respectfully she nodded at the Original, allowing him to cradle her jaw in his powerful hands until they drifted down her neck, posing a little pressure to the area. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, which made her utter an almost inaudible whimper, that made him smirk to himself. Oh, how he should have made Elijah stay so that he could witness how she folded under his demeanour, and how she knew that she was all his.

“Klaus.”

“That’s right, I want that to be the only name that every slips out from your pretty mouth.” He responded, leading her backwards until her back hit a wet canvas, the stroke of his artistic touch adorning the back of her clothing. “Can you do that love, can you only say my name for all eternity.” He still had yet to turn her, he was waiting until they were both ready for that level of commitment, but for now he was content looming above her, blocking her shadow from the eyes of anyone else.

“Yes. Of course, it shan’t be a problem.” He allowed her hands to trail up upon his shoulders, he walked his stature farther into her, trapping her against the material of the splattered canvas. “That’s my girl.” He smiled adoringly at her, meeting her lips lightly with his own before his actions escalated, and he grew hungrier for her touch. His tongue swept within her gasping mouth, holding her still so that he could execute his calculated attack.

Without need of any compliance from his little object, he raised her dress over her head, finding her completely nude underneath, just the way that he liked her to be. And perhaps that was a reason of many as to why he was startled by the sight of her and Elijah harmlessly conversing. He knew that whenever he wanted, her body was conveniently always prepared for him to take her as he pleased, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

Klaus tossed off his long sleeved shirt, exploiting his exterior to his girl who could only trail her hand down his toned stomach, but he grasped her wrist, shoving it away as he continued to strip down to his birthday suit. And now they were both undressed and ready for what he wanted, Y/N moaned surprised yet not by how he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms, and swooned her body against the wall beside them, his fingertips slipping down and down until they were teasing at her wet entrance.

They easily glided into Y/N’s walls, probing her insides with his long digits, two precisely, as he rested his nose into the crook of her neck, smelling how her blood boiled with arousal and finding it relaxing at how her pulse harshly raised from the contact he granted her with. “Look at how ready your body always is for me, it’s like you were made for me. My pretty little thing.” His words did something to Y/N, made her insides twist as he supplied her with the most sufficient way that he could show her his love.

A whine tore out from Y/N’s throat as he respectfully removed his fingers, leaving her feel empty and dismal in his predator like grasp. However the emptiness was soon filled as he pushed his cock into her cunt, stretching her until she felt perfectly full. It must have been some sick joke, he thought to himself and hid his deviant chuckle in the rasp of a groan; it was really as though his mother had endured she was born into the world in the time he needed her most. He was all he wanted, and it was his duty to ensure that Y/N felt the same way about him.

If she didn’t then there would be nothing to stop all hell from breaking loose, sincerely by the hybrid of course. But he was convinced he had nothing to worry about considering the present as he fucked her without an inkling of guilt or compassion for the fact that one day he would make her like him. “Klaus, holy fuck.” Her head collided back into the wall, no doubt giving her an ache within her head, but he only found it that much more attractive as she became significantly more dazed from the hit on her noggin and the strength behind his starved thrusts.

“Hardly holy.” Klaus corrected her, he was the deepest sin that she had ever committed, and ever would. She was wrapped around him like a shawl, clinging onto dear life until she allowed him to take the humanity of it away. She passionately kissed his neck, biting it as though she was growing her vampiric appetite before she actually turned. “Though your cunt feels like heaven.” He muttered, smirking as he thought that nobody would every see her in this state. This was his Y/N, the goddess of his greediest desires, and he would never allow her to slip away.

“Can I cum, Klaus, please?” There were tears of diamond stimulation in Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, it was as though she was compelled by his swift and jarring movements, pleading for his permission to let her release the sparking build up that was daring to explode within her body. “Please, please, please. Want to cum all over your perfect cock.” Oh did she now? Well that was no surprise, it never was, and she always held it together until he allowed her to release, as she knew the consequences if she didn’t. It wasn’t her orgasm, it belonged to him, and she wasn’t allowed it unless he granted her the lustful wish that was laced elegantly in her mind.

“Cum for me Y/N, I want to feel you cum all over me love.” Not even an instant passed and he felt her walls contract gratefully around him, washing her everlasting attraction for the man that owned her onto his length. Once she had finished her orgasmic bliss, he only fucked her harder, causing tears to dribble from her eyes, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt and emptied his cum deep within her. And although they had both finished he refused to put Y/N down, he just wanted to hold her, in this haven alone, sweetly stroking her hair as he thought that he was the luckiest man undead. He had her, and she was all his.

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[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Ship: Klaus x Damon x OC (Fem)

Dishonesty

Damon hung from the ceiling in the basement. Bear traps clamped onto his hands, digging into his wrists. He was barely able to reach the floor with his toes, but hanging was too painful. He stood for hours on the tips of his toes unable to move.

Blood dripped down from his hands over him and onto the floor. Starvation set in, knawing away at him. He was thin, malnourished and dehydrated.

They were bleeding him out, he knew that. Trying to rid him of the vervain in his blood so Klaus could compel him. But they choose the slowest and the most painful way to do it.

They were punishing him, he knew that and they're right, he deserved it. He shouldn't have cheated on them. He should've been loyal.

Artemis walked into the room with a small box in hand. She had a grin on her face, smiling like a sadist.

"Angel, please. Please let me feed. Please, I'm starving."

"As much as I like to hear you beg, you are out of luck. But please keeping trying."

"Angel please..."

His voice was raspy and desperate. Klaus entered the room, smiling at Damon before circling him like a predator.

"No, please. Please don't..."

The chains rattled as he tried to squirm away from Klaus.

Artemis put the box down on the table infront of Damon. She opened it, pleased at the contents. She picked up a blindfold, quickly tying it around Damon’s eyes.

"No- no please, please don't..."

"You sound like some mewling animal. I think we should put a stop to that."

A bite gag was shoved into his mouth and tied around his head, forcing itself in between his jaw. He was helpless as Artemis started getting to work. Damon could hear how she cut through his clothes exposing his skin to the cold air.

He shivered. His ribs and collarbones were easily visible as his white, almost gray, skin struggled to cover him. He looked like a ghost and Klaus was enjoying every second of it.

Klaus dragged his nails along his naked body. He enjoyed every shudder and wince from Damon, every weak little sound that he made.

"You're pathetic. So afraid of us, you flinch at the same touches you used to love."

His amusement was clear in his voice.

Damon let out a choked sob as Klaus's hand held his hip bruising tight. The other trailed up from his chest, before lifting Damon's chin and studying his neck. Full of bruises they didn't make.

Klaus growled at the sight. Wrapping his hand around Damon’s neck while the other grabbed his hip even tighter.

Damon would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by this. He was scared of Klaus but he loved this, feeling helpless. Knowing that Klaus could do anything to his as he hung here, he was thrilled.

He felt a third hand on his other hip. A softer hand. But this touch didn't have his attention for long as something was pushed into his hole. He felt it expand as Artemis pumped it up. He always loved her collection of toys. He moaned into the gag as it pressed against his prostate.

Klaus chuckled at the sound he made. Soon Klaus' hand was removed and replaced by a collar, a tight restricting posture collar. It nearly choked him and in all honesty, he preferred Klaus' hand.

A tight corset was tied around his waist. He knew it was tighter than it should be as it only allowed a few hard-earned shallow breaths. It compressed his middle, making every move painful.

One of the bear traps was removed, his arm falling down only to be caught in Artemis' soft hand. The taste of freedom didn't last long as another bear trap was caught around him, this time slicing through the middle of his fore arm. He bit down on the gag as the rusted iron plunged through his flesh. A few strained noises coming from him.

The traps made new wounds as fresh blood dripped down his naked body.

"Yeah I'm not tall enough for that."

Klaus chuckled at Artemis before her soft hand was replaced by Klaus' larger and less gentle touch. He was lifted up off his toes as Klaus attached the beartrap to the same chain as before.

It stung like hell as Damon now hung freely from the traps. His feet hung an inch above the ground. He groaned at the new pain.

His thighs were tied together with rope. Next was his knees, calves and ankles. He couldn’t move and if he tried it hurt. A rubber band was tied around his two big toes keeping them together, painfully tight.

He knew he was going to bruise from the bondage. The inflatable buttplug in his hole was pumped again, quickly expanding. He whimpered as it started to hurt. But it didn't stop. The plug was pumped until it couldn't be pumped anymore. Damon felt as it stretched him open, painfully so.

Artemis removed his gag as she reached for something from the box.

"Please it's too tight. Angel, please don't do this. I'll do anything please just make it stop..."

Klaus laughed at his pathetic behavior.

"She's not going to listen to you, not after what you've done. You broke her heart and now you expect mercy? Pitiful."

A penis gag was forced into his mouth and down his throat. It was tied around his head securing it in place. Suddenly blood started oozing out of it. It tasted foul but Damon was appreciative of the food he was receiving. But it came too quickly as the end of the gag opened, a constant stream of blood flowed down his throat. It pooled in his throat as the strict collar only allowed a little bit to flow through into his stomach.

The blood that made it through caused him pain as the corset pushed everything too tightly, not letting up for the blood he desperately needed. It was awful. His entire body ached at the tight bondage and his throat couldn't handle the blood it was receiving. Everything was painful as he struggled to breathe.

The last he heard was a sinister giggle before the door was slammed shut, leaving him alone in his predicament.

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More fandoms?

Hey guys, are there any more fandom’s you all might be interested in me making a Masterlist for?

So far these are all of I have but I am open to expanding...

ya know as I said above lol

The walking dead -

     Mostly Daryl Dixon, but I am willing to start Masterlist for other characters if that's something you guys want.

The Witcher -

    I probably won’t be doing a Masterlist as of now, when I learned Henry Cavill won’t be returning for season 4 I Kinda took it as shock and I'm still wrapping my head around it.

The Vampire Diaries -

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Shower Sex with Stefan Salvatore x OC (link to fic on ao3)

Day 14 of Kinktober 2023

Summary: After another round of town events Zoey is tired and wants to just get some rest but she has too much to do. Stefan decides to break a rule or two to make sure Zoey relaxes for once.

Word Count: 1853

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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