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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink

Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”



“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.


♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer

“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)

The whole thing was a setup.

Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.

“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”

If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.

“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.

Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.

“They’re up to something”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.

“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”

Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.

No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.

♡ ♡ ♡


Where are you guys?



Oh, hey Hyung!

Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!


What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??

It means we’re not going!
Sorry, Hyung!

I knew!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?

You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out

Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…

Smooth, Hobi-hyung

I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??

If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!

♡ ♡ ♡

Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.

He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.

Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.

Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.

“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U

♡ ♡ ♡

The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.

Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.

It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.

When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.

“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.

He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.

It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.

Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.

“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.

While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hyung, can I kiss you?”

Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.

“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”

And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.

The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.

They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.

“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”

Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Tom Holland Imagine: Ready?

Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.

A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY

Warnings: none


I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!

I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.

“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.

“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”

“I’m on my way.”

I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”

“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.

I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.

“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”

“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”

Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

—Time Skip—

As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.

I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.

I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.

Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”

Tom whipped his head up.

“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”

Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”

Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”

—Time Skip—

Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.

“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”

“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”

“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”

—Time Skip—

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”

“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”

“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”

“We’re- what?”

“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”

“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”

“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”

“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.

“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”

“You too…”

The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.

I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.

“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”

“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”

I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.

“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.

“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.

“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.

“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”

“Oh, god, yes!”

I laughed as I watched Tom fumble with his phone.

“Mum? Mum! SHE SAID YES!”

 I love you.


This was completely inspired by this. I love all of @werewhorewolf preferences especially this one. Theres possibly typos because I haven’t proof read this because I have soo many request to filll. 

Two weeks.

It’d been two weeks since my whole world fell apart. Since days seemed grayer and everything around me dulled. It was my own fault really. All of my friends had begged me not to talk to him. To not be lured in by his charm or his smile. It was just that when he brushed his lips against mine or drew me close to him, I felt like the only girl in the world. I was sure, even after 8 months together, that I may have possibly loved him. 

But two weeks ago, Theo texted me telling me to meet him outside of my house. When I did, he was leaning against his truck head hung. I knew he’d heard me walking towards him but he never looked up at me.

“Hey babe.” I’d said standing next to him.

He smiled weakly at me and I frowned at him.

“What going on?” I crossed my arms.

“Listen, Y/N” He started. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked placing my a hand on his arm. He pushed his body off the truck and away from my touch. He took a few steps away from me creating certain distance between us. 

“This.” He’d said simply. “Us.”

I was so many emotions at the same time. My eyes started to sting and I shut my eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“It’s not…not you or anything.”

“Don’t.” I spat. “Is it that stupid Hayden girl you were flirting with the other day?” 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What? No! Y/N it’s not-”

“Than what is it Theo!” My voice cracking slightly.

“I have other things to worry about, things that don’t concern you.”

“So we’re just going to throw away the last eight months, likes its nothing?”

He shrugged in response, and I was angered by the lack of explanation. 

“You’re everything everyone thinks you are.” I hissed walking closer to him until we were inches away. “A coward.”

I stormed past him, and when I was far enough, I let the tears fall. Needing to be strong for no one now. I instantly regretted my words to the hazel eyed boy, but I was just so hurt, and I wanted to hurt him too. 

I hadn’t talked to Theo since, but everything in me missed him. Even now as I stood at my locker looking at him through the corner of my eye, I missed him. He was talking to Josh, Tracy, and Corey in a small circle near his locker. Recently, he’d taken an interest in the trio and I wondered what they had to do with anything. Through the limited vision of my peripheral, I could swear that he was looking at me. I snapped my head straight and pretended to rummage though my locker. I grabbed a textbook I wasn’t sure if i needed and shut the door. I pressed the book to my chest hugging it. Depression was slowly creeping over me as I headed towards my final class of the day.

“Y/N.” Theo’s voice called from behind me. A ball formed in my stomach and I felt all the blood drain from my face. I had to be hearing things, right? Theo hadn’t talk to me in weeks, it had to be my brain playing tricks on me. I shook off the thought, and kept walking. 

“Y/N?” This time his voice was right behind me and his hand on my shoulder stopping me then turning me around. 

I tried to act as cool as possible. “Sup?” 

I mentally faced palmed myself. ‘Sup?’ I’ll probably die of embarrassment.

Theo seemed not to notice the awkward acknowledgment, or he pretended not too. “Hey, how are you?” 

He sounded so nonchalant, like we were old friends catching up. He seemed perfectly fine and didn’t seem affected by our recent break-up. This broke me down a little, made me feel like I, like we, meant nothing to him.

“Fine.” I responded quietly ready for this conversation to be over.

“Um, cool.” he said a little nervous. But what did he have to be nervous for? “So, you left some stuff at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and pick up later?”

Another wave of hurt hit me and I thought I might cry.

“Why could you just bring it to me?” I said a slight edge in my voice.

“Do you want it or not?” he frowned and the sudden tone change took me by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll be over later.” I whispered knowing he could still hear me with his werewolf ears. I turned around without another word, and continued my course to class.

I pulled up to his house just as the sun was setting. Theo must have heard me before he before he saw me, because he was standing at his front door waiting for me. I took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart, and stepped out on to the driveway. I walked the concrete path to his front door, where he met me with a half smile.

“It’s all upstairs in my room if you want to grab it.” 

I nodded, and walked past him heading up the stairs. The smell of his room filled my noses. I wanted to stand here forever and enjoy it, but I heard Theo’s footsteps behind me and I walked further into his room to the dresser. The bottom drawer is where all my stuff was housed. I pulled at the handle and it slid open revealing all my things. I stared at them for only second, and then began taking them out item by item. I pulled out a dark blue oversized t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt of Theo’s. He was sitting on his bed behind me and he hadn’t said a word.

“Here.” I said standing and walking over to give it to him. He looked at me then to the shirt than back again.

“I don’t want it.” He said finally, pushing it closer to my body.

“I don’t want it either.” I insisted pushing away from. For some reason, this upset him. Even though he tried to hide it, hurt washed over his face. He stayed quiet and held the shirt in his hand staring at it. 

“Theo, I don’t want anything that reminds me of you. It’s bad enough I have to see you at school.” I explained.

“Why?” he growled but it was necessarily angry.

“Why?” I asked astonished. “Are you serious? We’re broken up Theo. Not together. You broke my heart and you want me to keep something so I can be reminded of that everyday?” 

He stood slowly looking at me with agony in his expression.

“I’m an idiot.” He started, which caught me off guard. I didn’t know what I expected, but definitely not that.

“These past weeks have felt like years without you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. But everyday when I woke up, I felt like I was missing something. It didn’t take me long to figure out, I was missing you. I’m empty without you. I hate that you have that hold over me, but at the same time I don’t care. I…I need you.”

I stood there staring at him not being able to believe those words had come from his mouth. Theo’s never said what he was feeling, and it took me a moment to register it. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but I stopped him connecting my lips with his. He didn’t hesitate to kissed me back, and snaked his strong arms around me. I pulled him closer to me deepening the kiss. He lifted me slightly off the ground and back up till he hit the bed. He sat down and I straddled him, all while still kissing. I pulled my shirt off breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over my head. His hands grazed across my exposed skin, making me smile. His tongue found mine and they rolled over each other in wet sloppy passion. He turned me over effortlessly on to my back and together we moved higher on to the bed. Finally, our lips disconnected. Theo pulled off his shirt, and I unclasped my bra. He blinked a few times at my bare breast. He looked up at me, asking permission to indulge in them. I smiled and nodded and he plunged into them taking one in each hand. He suckled on them, sharing his mouth between the two. I moaned missing his touch on my body. He began kissing his way down my body until he reached the button of my jeans. Skillfully, he undid the button than the zipper and he peeled the off of me. I felt his lips touch me again and I want his on mine. I took his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to me. 

“I want you.” I whispered on his lips before kissing them.

Theo smiled into the kiss and I could feel him fiddling with his jeans. He was struggling because he could only use one hand, the other was holding him up as he hovered over me. I moved my hands down to the fastener of his jeans. opening it and sliding his zipper down. His length could be felt through his pants. I pushed at them and Theo glided them off of him, along with his boxers. He started to kiss my jawline and neck, as he slid my panties to the side. His fingers found my sex and he drew figure eights on my clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby.”

“Put it in.” I begged. Normally, I would have loved foreplay, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside of me. Right now that’s all I wanted.

He pulled back a little from me to line himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me. We both groaned and instinctively I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies were connected now and he slowly start to grind into me. I kissed his neck tenderly, I missed every part of him and even though it was slow it was passionate. He quickened his pace slightly, and he was hitting my g-spot. Pulling me closer to my edge. After a few more minutes I came, dissolving into pleasure. Theo placed his lips on mine again, something he only did when he was about to come. A moment later, he pulled out of me coming into his hand.

After we were all cleaned up and dressed, I laid curled against Theo’s chest. He racked his fingers through my hair and I felt myself drifting to sleep. His lips fell on mine gently and my eyes fluttered open landing on his.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: Guess who turns 20 on Friday? (Disclaimer: If you haven’t seen ‘Street Kings’ and 'Puncture’, spoilers below.)

You laid snug in Chris’ bed watching ‘Street Kings’ for the first time while Dodger slept peacefully beside you. You’d been living in your boyfriend’s house since he left for South Africa in June as he needed someone to take care of Dodger and your apartment didn’t allow for pets. Chris was secretly glad your lease had a ‘no pets’ rule because he’d been wanting you to move in with him for a while now. Come the 4th of September, it was going to be two years since you officially became a couple. Chris felt like two years was a good time to take that next step up the relationship ladder, especially if marriage was in sight. You both agreed you wouldn’t get engaged until you knew you could survive living under the same roof. Chris wasn’t overly concerned about it; you already lived there five nights a week when he was in LA and things between the two of you were great. He figured if you lived there without him for a few months, the idea of moving in would start dancing around in your brain and the answer he wanted would come much easier.

“Oh no!” You gasped as your eyes welled with tears at the sight of Chris’ character on the floor, struggling to breathe as blood filled his throat. “Disco,” you choked out, covering your mouth with both hands. “But he had a fiancée to get back to,” you clutched a pillow to your chest, wailing loud enough to wake Dodger.

You understood now why Chris prevented you from watching ‘Street Kings’ for so long. Your reaction to seeing his character die in ‘Puncture’ proved you couldn’t handle his death, even if it was just for show. You wished he’d just told you his character died a brutal death so you wouldn’t defy him and watch it without him around. When Mike Weiss died, he had to cuddle with you for a hour before you got over the sight of his lifeless body. But he was in South Africa, so how were you going to get over Paul Diskant dying? Dodger answered that question when he licked your face. Your nose scrunched and your lips curled into a smile as you hugged him tightly; laughter ensued when he continued licking your face.

“I’m okay now, Dodge,” you giggled, squirming away from him as he continued to attack you with his kisses. “Thank you- yes, buddy- I’m fine, really. Dodger!” You laughed, pushing his face out of yours. “Buddy, stop,” you cupped his face in your hands, stroking his ears with your thumbs. “You gotta save some of this love for Chris when he gets back.” At the sound of Chris’ name, Dodger barked and jumped off the bed. “Dodger, he’s not back now!” You called after him as he sprinted out of the room. “Oh God,” you chuckled softly as you sat up, reaching for you phone.

You and Chris had been sending daily photo updates to countdown the days till he returned home. Sometimes they were lone selfies; sometimes it was of you and Dodger, or in Chris’ case- him and his co-stars, or fans; sometimes an old photo you’d taken together. Once in a while Chris would share an old photo of him and Dodger on Twitter with the countdown, just so his fans were in the loop too. Your photo update of the day happened at 8:30AM which was 5:30PM for Chris in Cape Town; it was you and Dodger having breakfast in the backyard. You were still waiting for Chris’ which was strange because you usually woke up to his due to the time difference. You figured he was too busy filming and you’d receive two when you woke up the next morning. It was twelve days now, eleven tomorrow. You were excited just thinking about it, though you would’ve been more excited if he could’ve made it back for your birthday on Friday.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, making you flinch. You felt your eyes narrow when you saw a text from him. It made no sense. It was 3:00AM where he was and he should’ve been sleeping, unless they were up doing a late night shoot. You opened the text and felt your confusion increase when you saw a selfie of him and Dodger in the living room with the caption: “0 Days”.

Zero days? No, it was twelve days now and eleven days tomorrow. And that photo, why hadn’t you seen that photo before? All the photos he was sharing were old, and you were aware of all the photos he had on his phone, just like he was aware of all of yours. You intently studied the photo then felt your eyes widen when you saw Chris’ backpack in the background next to the brand new pair of Sketchers you bought last week. You tossed your phone aside and scrambled off the bed, tripping over your excitement as you ran out of the room and down the hallway. The second you got into the living room and saw Chris hugging Dodger, you screamed.

Chris laughed and pulled away from Dodger, rising to his feet with open arms. “Looks like someone got the countdown wrong today,” he commented with a smirk then sucked in air with clenched teeth. You shook your head, unable to hide your joyous grin. “Are you going to come here or are you going to make me come get you?”

“Oh my God!” You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as he was hugging you. “You’re finally home!” You cheered as he lifted you off the ground, spinning you in a circle. “Chris, it is so good to see you.” You clung onto him even after he put you down and released you, making him chuckle as he returned his arms around your waist.

“Disco is just a character, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. You jerked back with a raised brow and he laughed, “I could hear you wailing over him in the driveway.” You lowered your gaze, heat rising to your cheeks. “God, I’ve missed how adorable you are.” Dodger barked and jumped around your feet, scratching at Chris’ leg. “And you, pal.” He told Dodger, descending to his knees to give the pup’s head a good, long awaited scratch. “Oh God. You are a lover, aren’t you?” He laughed, nose scrunching at Dodger’s loving licks. “Who’s a good boy? Have you been a good boy, Dodge?” Dodger pounced, pawing Chris’ face. “Oh, I know you have. You’ve been great, haven’t you? Taking care of my girl for me,” he looked up at you with a wink.

“What are you doing home so early?”

“It’s my girlfriend’s birthday on Friday, is it not?” He quizzed and your smile reached your eyes. “I couldn’t miss that for the world.” He kissed Dodger’s head then rose to his feet to take you by the waist, gently pulling you into him so he could kiss you. It’d been so long, it felt like the first kiss all over again; the kind that made you lose your breath and made your head spin. “Mmm…” He hummed as a smile surfaced on his lips. “I have to make sure you have a very happy birthday.” His suggestive tone made your insides tingle and you shivered, making him chuckle. “I didn’t mean it like that, but hey, if that’s what the birthday girl wants then come Friday, we’ll spend the whole day in bed,” he smirked smugly.

“You’re so bad,” you shoved him playfully.

“Yes I am,” he grabbed you and tossed you over his shoulder. You shrieked with laughter, wrapping your arms tight around his waist even though he’d never dropped you before. “Oh, is it good to be home,” he sighed with deep satisfaction as he padded down the hallway to the bedroom.

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This is completly different than anything i have written before. 

I hope you like this Calum Hood Imagine i wrote. 

Enjoy, let me know if you liked it and should i continue it?

Summary; Calum breaks up with Y/N the girl of his dreams but not for the reason he told Y/N.

Word count;1,000

Y/N Pov  

I wake up every morning but not from sleep just from drowning in my own thoughts that keep me up every night.  

I got up out of bed and walked right past the mirror not daring to look at myself, I know how I look without having to actually look at myself.  

I got dressed as normal, putting on my shoes just like I always do and then I finally looked at myself.  

I wasn’t happy with how i looked, does anyone?  

But that’s what happens once you’ve had your heart broken into a million pieces.  

His name as Calum Hood.  

He was the popular boy, the one who everyone loved even the teachers and of course I loved him too up until 2 days ago.  

Now all i feel is numb.  

..2 days ago..  

Calum has been acting weird lately and it’s coming up to our 6 month anniversary so I just thought he was just stressed with school and work.  

He works part time at the local restaurant in our town.  

That’s where we met.  

You see I didn’t go to school, I was a year older than Calum so I had already finished school and I also worked at the restaurant.  

I thought he was cute on his first day, i had went to a different school so I had never seen him before.  

He acted older than he was but he still was innocent looking, how wrong I was.  

I had my own place which is where it all happened.  

The break up.

It was just like any other day, I got up leaving a sleeping Calum in my bed still as I got dressed.  

I had to be at the restaurant to open up and he had school so I walked back into the bedroom after getting dressed and I woke him up  

Usually we would have a make out session before he decides to get up but he just got up not even a glance at me.

I thought nothing off it and I waited for him to get dressed.

He kissed me on the cheek goodbye, something he never does and then i got in my car and Calum got into his.  

I got to work and of course it was busy as ever, I was so tired.  

When my shift ended at 7 o'clock I was more than happy to go home.  

Calum has a key to my apartment and I saw lights on so I knew he was already there, I had expected him to be playing the Xbox I bought him for our 3 month anniversary but he wasn’t.

“Hey baby” I said as I closed the door taking my coat off and my shoes.  

He didn’t make a sound, he just sat on my sofa staring at the wall  

I looked at him for a minute trying to figure out if he was angry or upset but he had no emotion on his face.  

I walked over to the sofa and sat beside him  

“Are you okay Cal?” I asked him  

This time he moved and he turned to look at me  

The words that came out of his mouth was not what I was expecting  

“ I think we should break up”  

He spoke so clearly as if he had been saying those words over and over again 

My heart stopped and I thought I had just died, my eyes widened and I was lost for words  

He looked so different, different from the Calum I know  

Something has happened to him  

This can’t be happening..  

“What? Why?” I asked him trying not to cry.  

He looked away from me making my heart break more.  

Just yesterday we were laughing and in love and now this  

“we aren’t working anymore” he simply said  

Now I got angry.  

“Bullshit, what’s really going on Calum?” i said standing up from the sofa I needed something to distract myself  

he didn’t look at me when he spoke  

“I don’t want to be with you anymore”  

Those 8 words..  

The 8 words no girl wants to hear but I did hear then.  

“Why Calum? I thought we were happy? I said to him letting the tears finally fall

He finally looked up at me but I saw no sadness no guilt, I saw nothing in those eyes  

I knew I lost him.  

"we were but not anymore” he said  

He got up and I thought he was going to come over to me but he didn’t, he walked over to the door where his shoes lay.

I watched his every move, he looked so at ease.  

I didn’t understand anything of this.  

I stood watching the love of my life put on his shoes for the last time and then he turned and looked at me and then he said  

“it was fun while it lasted”  

Then he left leaving me broken on the floor crying.  

Calums Pov  

“It’s done” I said to the man standing in front of me  

He patted me on the back and said “Good boy we know now we can trust you”  

Trust me? What the fuck are they going to make me do this time?

I just broke up with the most amazing girl I have ever met, I broke her.  

“can i go now?” I asked him  

He smirked at me and said “ Of course, here’s your money”  

He handed me a envelope full of cash, i felt so bad for taking it but i need this money.  

If I just do this a couple of times I will be able to help my family out and then get my girl back.  

If I can.  

What did you guys think of this?

It sort of came out of the blue and I know I’ve been gone a while.  

I just wanted to write something completely different.  

So here you go.  

I hope you liked it.  

Message me if you would like me to continue it  

Until next time  

Love Morgan  


Imagine Lucifer walking in on you in the shower.


Auothers note: you all really wanted this to be written by someone, so here I am writing my own imagine into a imagine oneshot 😂 you have no idea how awkward that was to write and honestly I don’t know what to expect from Lucifer I mean the song im listening to wicked ones so I’ll make this a bit smuty at the end, you’re welcome!

Warning: a bit of smut at the end

Gif: really wanted to use that gif of Elena in the shower I have on another one of my imagines but I couldn’t find it so to damn bad let’s just enjoy Lucifer gif

Female and male version of this will be inclined since im not sure if all of you are females lol

Female version:

Stress relief showers had always been the youngest Winchester favorite kinds of shower.
Not only could she stay in the shower and not be bothered by her brothers but she could have a moment to collect her thoughts.
Closing her bed room door behind her, (y/n) flung her leather jacket off of her body and onto a near by chair she had in her room.
Kicking of her shoes, she leaned against her wall for support as she flung her socks off of her feet and threw them into a near by corner.
Sighing to herself she began slipping out of her jeans and her top, standing in the middle of her room in nothing but a matching set of bra and panties she grabbed the towel that was folded at the end of her bed and made her way to her bathroom.
Turning the water on warm she, her (e/c) eyea watched as the water shot out from the showers headset. Standing with her back faced to her mirror she bent her arms behind her back and undid the bra looks pulling both strings down her shoulders her bra dropping down by her feet, her hands grabbing into the sides of her panties she slid them down her thighs till they fell down to her feet and she stepped out of them.
Turning to the mirror she took a glance at her reflection and sighed, a bruise was already forming on her jaw from were a vampire punched her at.
“Fucking great.” She muttered.
Stepping in the shower the warm water instantly hit her figure and chills ran through out her.
Reaching for her rag and bar of soup she paused at the voice coming from the door way, “Well, what do we have her.” chuckled an amused Lucifer, turning her head slowly to face him she glared not evem bothering to cover up herself. After all her and Lucifer slept together before well when he was just Nick and not Lucifer.
“Get out Lucifer.”
Lucifer could practically hear the growl in her tone, “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” snapping his fingers his clothes were gone and he walked closer until he was standing directly behind (y/n) in the shower his hands ran up and down her curves and he placed his chin in the crack of her shoulder and neck.
“Did you have I have Nick’s little olf memories?”
He askes, rolling her eyes she replied back, “Good for you.”
“Tck. Bad girl, if I remember clearly from his memories you were such a good obedient little girl, Isn’t that right princess?” He says his hands sliding down to her wet folds before he slide a single finger between them.
Finally caving in a soft moan left her lips, “Yes daddy.”
“Theirs my good little princess.” chucking softly he slid his thumb up to her clit and rubs gentle circles in them.
“But call me sir this time princess, Nick may have liked daddy but I’m in charge now. Understand pet?”
“Yes sir.”


Male version:

(Y/n) sighed as he stood under the shower water, he didn’t care that it was hot or that it was turning his skin a light pink.
A hunt had gone wrong, instead of it being a small vampires nest it was a huge one. In fact two nest were working together to form a large nest.
Sam, Dean and him had almost gotten killed, if it wasnt Benny showing up to save them then they all would have probably been goners or worst blood suckers if the vampires felt the need to change them.
Everyone was tension the way home, Benny had left back to his cabin he stayed in and the three male hunters had left off to head back to the motel to collect there things before heading back to the bunker.
Once there each one of them went off to their rooms no words were spoken, that’s how much tension was in the air.
So here the (h/c) haired male was, standing jn the shower recalling the events that had just taken place not to long ago.
“Well lookie here.” came a voice at the door of the bathroom.
Turning his head he was met with the sight of his boyfriend Lucifer, yes he was dating the devil and no the boys didn’t know but he had stopped speaking to the charming angel once he saw and heard what he was doing to Sam and the people on earth.
“Get out Lucifer, I’m not in the mood for chatting.” He said turning his back to the devil once more.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Lucifer said walking closer not even caring that his sleeve shirt was getting wet Lucifer turned off the water and snapped a towel into his hands before he wrapped it around (y/n)’s top part.
Pulling the male hunter out of the shower, Lucifer didn’t seem to care that his boyfriend’s bare cock was pressed up against his very own , which was covered.
“Oh pet-” Lucifer said his hands holding (y/n) face, “I don’t care if your mad at me, but I worry about you.”
“That’s rich, coming from the devil.” a bitter chuckle left his lips.
“The devil was once an angel, pet.”
Lucifer smirked, he knew the perfect way to get his attention snapping his fingers both males now were back in the room.
(Y/n) lied on his back while Lucifer was down by his twitching cock, playfully blowing on it a soft low moan left the (h/c) haired male lips.
“Don’t tease me, Lucifer please don’t.”
“I won’t baby boy just promise me to never shut me out again, no matter what.”
He could feel Lucifers hot breathe over his cock and he took a deep breathe, “I promise.” he whispered.
“Good boy.”
(Y/n) hissed as Lucifers warm mouth wrapped around cock that had been twitching with need, jerking his hips up Lucifer deep throated him gagging a bit at the sudden movement.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” (Y/n) whispered.
Pulling back (y/n) licked kitten licks against the tip, “Good then, I’ll have to make that happen one day.”
“Death by sex, hmm has a nice ring to it.”

Becoming Cristiano’s Underwear (inanimate)

In several cities around the world, gay men were suddenly going missing. I was the twenty third. 

I vanished when I met Cristiano Ronaldo at the gay bar downtown. It had taken persuasion from my friend to so much as go, but now we were there, sitting in our booth totally spellbound by the fact that Cristiano himself was standing at the other end of the bar, swarmed by fans and a number of gay men desperately seeking his attention. I had heard rumors, of course, about the football superstar’s sexuality, but it seemed bizarre he would in the public eye make an appearance in a place like this. Everyone would know he’s gay in the second if press got out. But he was grinning as if nothing like that mattered, letting the desperate queens squeeze his biceps and run their hands along his huge thighs. 

It was then he looked at me from across the room. Right into me. His grin widened and he began to push through the crowd right towards me. It seemed impossible, but in a matter of seconds, there he was at the end of our booth.

He pointed to me, speaking in his deep Portuguese accent, “You, why don’t you come with me?”

Cristiano grabbed me by the wrist and practically dragged me to a vacant bathroom. He locked the door. We were completely alone.  

“Take off my shorts,” he instructed.

I pulled down the athletic apparel from his waist and was immediately greeted with the masculine scent of sweat. His dick, long and full and totally erect, bucked against the material of his white boxer briefs and I immediately began eyeing him with supreme lust.

“Do you want to be like this?” he asked, patting the briefs wrapped around his tremendous legs. I figured he must’ve been misspeaking, distracted by the language barrier, and staring into his massive dick and smelling its musk all I could do was nod furiously. He grinned once more. 

With one hand, he slid the underwear down to his ankles, and with the other, he pressed my face against the surface of his ten inch cock. I moaned and accepted it into my mouth, blowing him with everything I could muster. 

“Good boy,” he said. “You are going to like it this way.”

This way? It was just as I was wondering what he could mean when I realized my arms, gripping the globe of his ass, would not pull apart from one another. Instinctively, I tried to reel away but I found my face and my mouth could move only closer to his crotch, riddled with sweat. I grunted in fear and tried to push away, but I seemed to be lacking all my strength. Helplessly looking up at his cocky smile, I tried to scream for help. Nothing.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed as he pushed me closer to him, “you will like this.”

It was like his dick had become a part of my throat, filling it entirely and swelling into my body… my body? Something felt wrong, like my skin wasn’t skin. It felt better in a way, as if the sexual pleasure formerly stirring in my own dick had spread throughout my entire self. My anxiety was numbing, superseded with the extreme horniness suddenly possessing me. My screams grew back into moans before fading away entirely. 

I was sucking in around his body, my waist and legs curling up to meet my hands like I was molding together. I pulled this way and that but as if elastic, I would snap right back into place. It felt good to cling so closely to this human statue, this divine specimen of man. It felt right, like I was finally fulfilling my purpose. 

My ‘skin,’ if you were still to call it that, was taking on a ghostly white hue. My skull was shrinking in to surround his cock. My whole being was pressed right into his body. I barely felt the words ‘CRISTIANO RONALDO CR7′ become etched around my northmost portion, my… band. He snuck a thumb under it and pulled it out so it smacked back into his hips. 

“You will like serving me this way,” he said through his accent. “As soon as I saw your eyes… I knew you would prefer life serving me as my underwear.”

My whole being pulsed with pleasure at the thought of it. I could not speak but I could somehow will the thoughts, “Yes! Yes, sir! I want to give my life to you!”

He snickered but said nothing, pulling his shorts back up and removing the old undies strung around his ankles. He crumbled them in one hand and departed back for the bar, tossing them off to some lowly gay who immediately began sniffing them desperately. I knew he’d be jerking off into them as soon as he could, and it was then I realized that must’ve been someone too, now sentenced to become the jerk off rag for some fag getting off on Ronaldo’s scent.

We were back in his hotel in no time. I felt him strip himself of his shirt, his socks, his shorts, his shoes, until all there was was me, strapped to his body. I knew what I had to do. With my entire being, I began to grind into his hard dick, squeezing into it with all my energy and rubbing, pulsing, sliding up and down it as I felt him thrust into the air. The perspiration accumulating on his hefty balls leaked into me, inside me, my form absorbing like water.

“Yes…” he moaned, “that’s right… give yourself to me…”

“Fuck yeah,” I thought to him, “this is all there is, this is all i want to be!”

Permanently becoming something to service one of the hottest studs alive, a footballer renowned for his masculine beauty… any trace of terror inside me had long turned into complete relish. The depraved desires I’d suppressed for so long became my only thoughts as I absorbed his hot pre-cum into myself, the stench of his dick filling every fiber of my being. I could only begin to imagine what it would be like during practice with his sweaty cock bouncing into me forever. 

My identity was all but gone by this point, but fully immersing myself in infinite sexual pleasure and satisfying the man who owned me certainly sufficed. “I’m… close…” he said in a pant. I more furiously rubbed my whole existence into his dick as he gasped, clenched and then exploded gobs of thick cum into me. 

And so this is my new life, among the dozens of other gay men he’s transformed into his willing, servant, living underwear: fabric made only and exclusively to serve him and his desires. Turns out Cristiano is bent on getting off as much as possible, and his dumb, constantly horny mindset has manifested in him transforming as many gays as possible. He comes home with new underwear practically every week, but he never forgets about the rest of us and makes sure to wear us for our fair share. I anticipate him filling me up with his tight body every moment he’s not wearing me, but when Ronaldo finally pulls me over his thighs again, letting his fat, sweaty junk push into what used to be my face, I feel complete. This is how it should be.


Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 1 899

Reader is a witch and her friends try to hide her existence from Kai , but he finds out about her and shows up unannounced at her house.
*not my gif

Y/N was a witch , a few years younger than Elena and one of Jeremy’s frinds. Y/N didn’t like to practice and tried her best to stay out of it instead of the middle of it.  None of her friends however believed that she could protect herself and they kept treating her like a procelan doll. She understood why her friends were being so over protective , specially with everything they’ve had to deal with over the years - vampires , witches , hybrids , original vampires , travellers … and now Kai. Damon was a little freaked out when he learned Kai had got out and since Kai was a siphon and didn’t have his own magic , everyone were afraid if he finds out about Y/N , he’d go after her , siphon her magic and kill her. Over the past few days Damon had been over to her house in Grove Hill more than a few times , trying to get her to stay home and to tell her how dangerous Kai is.

“I am not afraid of him , Damon !” she nearly screamed for what seemed the 100th time this week.
“I know you are not , but he is dangerous … So for now , stay at home. Don’t invite anyone in. You will be safe there.” Damon said , his tone making it clear it was not up for discussion.
Y/N sighed and sat on the stairs. “Fine. I’ll stay here.” she gave up , “But I won’t be a prisoner in my own home. I still have school..and honestly if I get stuck between four walls for more than a few days , things will get ugly and Kai will be the least of your problems.”
Damon sighed. Y/N was strong and stubborn as Hell , sometimes he forgot about it and just saw a young fragile girl who needs protection.
“OK , Y/N … ” he gave up. “I’ll have Caroline come pick you up in the morning , take you to school and then someone will go pick you up after … …”
Y/N smiled and hugged Damon.
“Thank you… for being the big brother I never had.” , then she turned around and walked inside , leaving Damon alone on the porch.

A few days passed …

Caroline came to pick her up , drove her to Grove Hill High School and then took her back home every day. She was a fun person to be around. On the way to school they’d blast music in the car loudly , singing along then go get some coffee. Even tho Caroline had a lot to deal with at the moment , she always found time for fun things to do with Y/N.On the fifth morning things turned horribly wrong.
Y/N woke up , got ready for school and waited for the doorbell to ring. When that happened that morning and she opened the door , it wasn’t Caroline who was standing in the doorframe.
“Nice house.” the boy said. He was tall , chiseled jaw with brown hair and blue eyes. For a moment she felt her knees go weak but recovered fast.
“Who are you ?” Y/N asked confused. The boy standing in front of her was a complete stranger , yet he acted as if they had known each other for years.
“Oh , sorry… Manners. Hi , I’m Kai.” he said outstretching his hand to shake hers.
So this is Kai , Y/N thought to herself. He was hot and didn’t look that dangerous at all.
Kai kept starring at her.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in ?” he said.
“I’m Y/N , and no.” Y/N said plainly , grabbing her backpack and going outside , locking the door behind her. “I am late for school. I assume you are not here to walk me there … are you ?” she asked curious.
“Not really.” Kai said , a smirk showing on his face. “I actually came to see who it is everyone is ready to do anything to protect.” he said , walking with her down the street. “I assume you are not a vampire ? You are a human.”
Y/N stopped abruptly and turned to face him.
“Look , Kai. I know the others are scared of you for some reason. Honestly … to me you seem like a nice guy.” she said , pausing for a minute. “Whatever dissagreement or whatever you have with Damon or Bonnie or whoever …. leave me out of this. It’s my senior year. I have enough to worry about as it is.”
Kai looked surprised and amused at this girl. Something about her … she wasn’t like the rest of them. He couldn’t understand why the Salvatores were so over protective , she looked fragile but … clearly wasn’t. 
“OK.” he simply said to her after a few minutes. “Can I walk you to school then ?”
Y/N looked at him , then looked down the street. There was no sight of Caroline and she was going to be late.
Y/N took out her phone and typed in a text message to Caroline :

‘Hey , Care. I’m not feeling well today , think I might be coming down with something. I’ll be OK. Call you later.’ and clicked sent.

Kai was looking amused.
“Did you just lie to Caroline ?” he asked , laughing. “I’ll admit , I didn’t see that coming.”
“Maybe…” Y/N said , trailing off. “If you want to walk me to school today , we had to be alone … or else who knows what would’ve happened.” Y/N smiled and started walking down the street leaving Kai a few steps behind her completely taken off guard. A moment later Kai ran up for a second to catch up with her.

That same afternoon when Y/N’s classes were over and she walked outside , she saw him again. Kai was sitting on one of the benches in the school front yard. Y/N sighed and walked towards him.
During their walk to school today , she had gotten to know him better. Y/N saw something in him , she couldn’t quite figure out what it was but it made her think that maybe there is good in him and eventually that good could balance out the bad , if he was given a chance.
Y/N sat next to him on the bench , looking straight ahead.
“Did you stay here this whole time ? ” she asked , turning to face him.
Kai turned around and smiled at her. It wasn’t his usual arrogant smile. There was none of that now.
“I had forgotten what school feels like.” was all he said. “It’s so funny how everyone is running around campus… or sitting somewhere with their noses stuck in a textbook.” He laughed. His laugh making her laugh.
“Come on ” she said. “I want to show you something.”
They walked for a while , reaching the cemetery. Going straight throught it and into the forest. Kai didn’t say a word to her , but she could feel his eyes burning into her back. After about 30 minutes of walking in silece he finally spoke.
“Where are we going?”
Y/N turned around to face him , “Just a little bit further. Can’t you hear it?”
“Hear what ?” he asked curious.
“The waterfall.” Y/N smiled and took his hand. Kai looked at her confused but just shrugged his shoulders and went along with it.
Y/N couldn’t explain it but a part of her was starting to trust him already. He had had a chance to hurt her earlier and he hadn’t. It was curiousity that brought him to her door that morning… and now she was curious about him.* * *A few days later Y/N called in sick again. Kai had shown up early in the morning at her door.
“Why are they so over protective of you?” Kai asked her. He kept wondering about that. There had to be a reason why they’d all go through so much trouble to keep her off his radar.
Y/N hesitated for a moment. A part of her was scared what Kai might do if he found out.
“Do you want some breakfast ? ” she changed the subject and headed to the kitchen. Kai following her closely behind. “Eggs or pancakes?” Y/N asked.
Kai studied her for a moment , resting against the kitchen’s door frame.
“How about … I make breakfast and you answer my question.” he said , moving to the stolve.
“Fine.” Y/N said , a loud sigh following before she continued. “I know Jeremy. You know , Elena’s little brother. We were kind of a … thing.” she lied.
Kai glanced at her for a moment before speaking.
“Crinkle.” he said.
“What ?” she asked confused.
“When you lie , you always get a crinkle.” he said simply.
Y/N was actually amazed he had picked up on her tells so fast. They had barely spent a few days together.
“No , I don’t.” Y/N lied again.
“There it is again …” Kai said a smirk on his face, nearly done with the pancake dough.  "I could’ve killed you the moment I met you a few days ago. I could’ve killed you about a dozen times since. Including 15 minutes ago when I walked inside.“ he said , already starting to make the pancakes.
Y/N shifted uncomfortable in her seat. That was true , she couldn’t been dead the moment he had stepped through the door. She spent the next few minutes watching Kai flipping pancakes in the air.
“Why won’t you tell me? It can’t be that bad.” Kai said , flipping another pancake in the air , the pancake landing perfectly in her plate.
“I’ll tell you. … when you are done flipping the pancakes. It’s distracting.” she said indiferently.Nearly five minutes later Kai had flipped the last pancake and they were about to have breakfast together. He sat next to her , looking at her expectantly while pouring maple syrp all over and eating his pancakes.
“Those are really good.” Y/N said. “You have some pretty awesome pancake skills … I like that.”
“Quit stalling.” he said suddenly serious.
There was something in his eyes , he was starting to get impatient.
“Fine. I’m stalling.” Y/N said pausing for a moment before leaning in closer to him. “I am a witch.” she whispered.
Kai’s eyes widened in a surprise and he reached to grab her wrist. His hand glowing red where he was touching her skin. Y/N flinched a little but didn’t try to escape or push him away. A second later he let go off her hand. Kai laughed for a moment.
“Yes , I am a witch…. but I don’t practice.” Y/N said taking another bite of her pancakes. “They were afraid you might siphon my magic and / or kill me.”
Kai studied her face. She wasn’t lying but there was something else that surprised him.
“Why aren’t you running away?” he asked. “It was so easily for me to grab your wrist and siphon your magic … what makes you think I won’t do that again?”
“Because …” she said “.. unlike the rest of them , I don’t hate you. In truth … I actually kind of like you.” Y/N said refusing to meet his eyes. “You are actually a fun company. Plus if you want my magic - go ahead , I don’t use it much anyways.”
Kai grabbed her wrist again , not siphoning just to make her look at him.
“If it makes you feel any better… I don’t hate you either. If I did , we wouldn’t be having pancakes right now." 


NOTE : This is actually one of the first stories I wrote and had completely forgotten about it until I started cleaning up my laptop today.. So, I did I few edits and here it is :) I hope you like it ! 

Imagine making up with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 🙃 My heart is trying so hard not to give out with each part I write. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

It was 2:20AM and Chris found himself standing outside your door. Again. He was even more nervous than the day he came to confess his love for you because this time, he knew the girls living behind said door wouldn’t be as warm and welcoming as they were two months ago. It was late, so Chris assumed that you, and Ava, and Dodger were probably all asleep; he was wrong. Ava and Dodger were up, fighting their tired eyes and worrying about where you were; you, on the other hand, were out and attempting to digest everything that’d happened. Chris was also wrong about you not wanting to see him because as he stood at your door, you were standing at his. But you weren’t in Atlanta, you were in Los Angeles, too afraid to get on a plane because what if he turned you away? You’d fucked up, like- really fucked up. You couldn’t face him, you didn’t know what to say; you hadn’t had the time to think about your current situation and write a story about it to see how things were going to play out. You were out of your comfort zone, and way, way out of your league.

How did things become so complicated? When you were friends, you never fought. You talked and he listened, and vice versa. You didn’t lie to each other, you were honest about things even if he had to push you a little. Why did becoming a couple change that? How did it change that? Things always flowed so smoothly for your second person protagonist and Chris, and the two of you were so much like them- so why weren’t things working out? Then you realized it was because of you; you, unlike your second person protagonist, were flawed beyond imagination. You started this because you couldn’t depend on Chris like he’d asked you to, like Ava had told you to. That was the point of being in a relationship, wasn’t it? To have someone be there for you, and love you despite everything. He was your other half, he’d told you that; he’d even promised you a lifetime and meant it, so what were you doing sabotaging the relationship?

It was obvious sabotage. Maybe not at first, but it was starting to become clear to you that it was. You were still afraid that you weren’t good enough for him, which was why you didn’t want to tell him about your struggles or take money from him. You wanted to make your own way because you were terrified that if you didn’t, you’d become a burden- an anchor weighing a transcendent and magnificent boat down. Chris was right when he wrote you that letter, about how you would search for greatness and strive for perfection you didn’t believe you deserved. You needed to stop questioning everything good in your life and appreciate it instead, then maybe you’d actually get to keep that good in your life for longer than a few months. You needed to improve, to better yourself- not just for yourself, but for those who loved you- for Chris, especially if you wanted the lifetime he promised you.

Chris finally worked up the courage to knock on your door; he heard Dodger bark and felt his heart skip a beat. He was definitely relieved to see that Dodger was still living in your apartment, and not with the contact he gave you just in case you couldn’t take care of him anymore. He waited for the door to open, and it didn’t take very long which surprised him. Then he saw Ava and felt his eyes narrow at the concern in hers, “what’s wrong?” Dodger barreled towards Chris, head butting his leg and demanding for attention that Chris couldn’t give him. “What’s wrong, Ava?”

“Nothing,” Ava shook her head then continued before Chris could say anything, “just your girlfriend went out at like seven and it’s fucking two in the morning and she’s still not back.” Chris’ heart dropped and he quickly pulled Sebastian’s phone out of his pocket so he could call you. “Don’t bother,” she told him. “I’ve tried her a dozen times, she turned it off.”

“Did she say where she went?”

“If she did, would I be this worried?” Ava bit. “All she said was ‘I’m going out, Ava. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just…in a few days.’ And she mumbled the last bit thinking I wouldn’t hear her, but I did and I’m losing my mind. I called her parents, I called her brother- she’s not with them.”

“What the fuck?” Chris frowned. “I don’t- Why didn’t you try and stop her from leaving?” Ava scoffed at him and he sighed, “I’m sorry. I know this is- This is my fault, I had a bad day and I wanted to talk to her. I didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly, I just- it was all a huge misunderstanding. We both said things we didn’t mean and- I’m sorry, Ava.” She sighed and gave him a small smile because she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was yours too. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her and I did and-” He cut himself off with a huff. “I’m going to make it up to her, I promise. But in order to do that, I need to find her first. Could you tell where she was going from what she was wearing, or what she took with her?”

Ava didn’t know if telling Chris what you looked like was the best idea. At first glance, she thought you were going on a date or to a bar to pick up a guy to take your mind of your breakup. But of course she knew you weren’t the kind of girl who did that kind of thing, so that thought dispersed almost immediately. Now Chris knew you too, but he was already frazzled enough; she didn’t need to add to his mess of thoughts, so she lied. “I didn’t see what she was wearing, I was too focused on the whole- y'know, almost breakup.”

“Right, um-” Chris licked his dry lips as he thought about places you liked going; majority of them would’ve been closed at this time of night, so he had no clue. “Oh God, why does she like doing this kind of thing?”

“Look, Chris-” Ava began then sighed. “I know we’re worried about her, and me staying up and pacing the living room doesn’t help your angst but- I don’t think we should go and look for her.” Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “Hear me out,” she said before he could speak. “She’s more than capable of looking after herself. LA is her hometown, she grew up here. She wouldn’t go wandering if she didn’t think she’d be fine, you know what she’s like. I think we give her some time and when she’s ready, she’ll come home and I’ll text you.”

“I can’t stay too long, Ava,” he reminded her. “I love her and I’d do anything for her, but- my career is on the line by being here.” Ava nodded, understandingly. “I want to work things out, but I also need to go back to work. Seb can only help me stall for so long, I can’t spend days in LA hoping she’ll come back from wherever she’d decided to go.”

“I know,” Ava nodded. “Just give her a day, if she doesn’t return by tomorrow afternoon then- you can head back to Atlanta and I’ll be sure to make sure she calls you to sort things out.” Chris sighed, but agreed with a nod. “Go home and get some sleep, I promise you things will be okay.” Chris turned to leave when Ava asked, “do you want to take Dodger with you?”

“He should stay here,” Chris patted Dodger’s head. “Just in case I have to head back before I speak to her in person. I have a feeling she’d be more forgiving if his furry face was in front of her,” he managed one of his half smiles, “she’s a bigger fan of him than she is of me, sometimes.” Ava chuckled softly at his weak attempt at a joke. “Text me as soon as she gets home, okay?” After seeing a nod from Ava, he left and took a cab back to his Los Angeles home.

The ride back to his place felt dreadfully long and he wished he had his phone instead of Sebastian’s so he could browse all the photos he’d taken of you, as well as the photos you’d taken together. He missed you so much that he hated you a little for running out instead of staying home; he’d planned to grab you and kiss you to show you how sorry he was. But that plan had been foiled because as he’d learned, not everything went according to planned.

As the cab drove up his driveway, he spotted a female figure in the dim light standing by his front door. He practically stopped breathing as the cab slowed to a stop and he pulled out some cash to pay his fee. He tumbled out of the vehicle, tripping over his over feet when he realized it was you. You were in a trench coat; your red dress peeking under your coat; your black heels lengthening and complimenting your already long legs. Your hair was done and your face was made; you looked absolutely beautiful which made him curse himself for letting things escalate to this point. He could’ve lost you for good, things could’ve been over between you. But it wasn’t; you were still here, pacing his drive way because you were sick of pacing the airport. Boy, did he need you; he needed you in his arms and in his life, now, tomorrow, and until the end of time.

“Y/N,” he called out to you and you turned.

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Part 5B





As winter settled in, the town was draped in a white quilt of snow, sparkling snowflakes fluttering down and engulfing everything it touched with cold. The girl held on to Kai Parker’s hand as she dragged him through the snow, boots sinking into the ground as a the heretic grumbled from behind her. He was wrapped in a big fluffy coat, similar to hers, and they both wore chunky boots with thick woolen socks. 

“I don’t understand the point,” Kai said for the millionth time.

“It’s beautiful,” the girl insisted, stopping in the middle of the snowy forest and turning to face Kai, “and isolated enough that nobody could catch us.”

“From doing what?” Kai gulped nervously.

“Magic,” the girl laughed in response, seeing that look melt off Kai’s face.

“Oh,” he chuckled, his head dipping down, snowflakes catching in his brown locks. He raised his head again, full lips split into that grin she loved.

The girl instantly smiled back, happy to see him happy.

“Show me,” she begged, bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Kai beamed with confidence, finally sure of something he couldn’t mess up. He took the girls hands in his and closed his eyes, an incantation tumbling off his lips as a shimmering orange globe engulfed their bodies. The orb that surrounded them seemed to make the snow bounce off of it, like they were wrapped in a warm little enclosure in the middle of the forest. Then, just for fun, Kai raised a clump of snow from the ground, making it float up to the girl’s head and fall in a halo shape around her hair, kind of like a crown of snowflakes, which suited her wonderfully.

“A crown for my princess,” Kai smiled with pride, letting her hands fall as they sat in their protective hideaway.

She laughed with glee, picking up on his ‘my.’

“I love it!” she said, wrapping Kai in one of her bear hugs. He sunk into her body, safe in her arms as he pulled himself tightly around her, her face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m happy,” Kai said out of nowhere.

“And why’s that, Malachai?” the girl said as she pulled back.


Her cheeks flushed red, heart going into overdrive as it always did when Kai spilled out sweet statements like that.

“I just, I’ve never really been happy before. I didn’t even know that was a feeling that could be felt so-so strongly,” he babbled. “And I’m really just, grateful to have you as my…friend.” he finished quietly, his lips bending downwards.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, picking up on the way his blue eyes now failed to meet her own.

“So I’m selfish,” Kai whispered to the ground.

She sat frozen, unblinking as Kai talked more to himself than her.

“I’m selfish because, even after everything you’ve given me it’s not enough.”

“Malachai-” she began softly.

“Wait,” Kai said, closing his eyes, blinking them back open to look at her. “I just need you to know it, even if it makes me an awful person for feeling the way I do. Because by some miracle, this kind, brave, and beautiful girl was let into my life, and as much as I tell myself not to feel, I can’t, not with you,” he said, his eyes glistening. “I tell myself there’s nothing more there, that I have it all, but I don’t, and I can’t stop hating myself for it. And it’s selfish because all this while I was trying to push you away, saying it was for you, but it was also for me, because I couldn’t let myself…” he trailed off.

“Let yourself what?” she murmured, raising a hand to Kai’s cheek, her eyes searching his, fingers spread over his skin.

“I couldn’t let myself love,” he finished.

A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he let it slide right off his face, his eyes steely as he stared at her, waiting for her to say anything, to do anything. So she did. She took in a shaky breath, and then she kissed him. And in that kiss, she didn’t have to say anything for Kai to understand how she felt just through the way her lips moved against his own. It was cautious, soft, and short. Her hands cupped his face as she held him there, the taste of Kai Parker being one that was unforgettable. And he was scared he didn’t know how to respond, making him freeze up for a moment, but soon he relaxed comfortably against her body as his lips hungrily fought back against her own, hating when she pulled away after only a second. She still held him like that, hand on either side of his face as she stared into those blue eyes, heart racing.

“I love you,” she said, “I need you to know that.”

“I do,” he responded, but said it with utter disbelief.

“Malachai, you’re so scared to let yourself feel, but you don’t have to put up those walls anymore, not with me,” she promised. “You’re not selfish,” she continued, “you’re human.”

His lips twitched as he looked her over in awe, “I love you.”

She placed her lips to his forehead, pulling back with a smile.

“And how does it feel?”

“Different,” he admitted. “There’s happy, and then there’s my heart is going to implode out of my chest happy.”

The girl burst out into a fit of giggles, to which Kai followed. When she was done, she lifted Kai up to stand beside her, turning her head to the side and instantly freezing over. Her throat closed up as she tapped frantically on Kai’s arm, not sure how to speak as she signalled to the ground. There, not far from them, was a set of footprints stomping through the snow, but no visible body to match it.

“Oh my god,” Kai breathed, “you need to run.”

“What? No!” she protested.

Kai clenched his jaw, hands grabbing at her shoulders as the girl turned invisible, her throat closing up as she was suddenly unable to speak.

“I’m doing it to keep you safe,” he whispered as the figure in the snow suddenly became visible.

“Father,” Kai growled, glaring daggers at Joshua Parker.

“Who are you here with?” Joshua responded flatly.

“Nobody,” Kai lied.

Joshua Parker grabbed at his sons wrists, pushing him back into the snow so that he went tumbling onto the ground, back flat as his father towered over him.

“I saw her, the girl,” he said quietly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

Joshua brought his hand up and slapped Kai right across the face, unable to hear the cries of the girl who collapsed by his side but was unable to touch him.

“You can tell me where the girl who’s life you plan on ruining is, or I can find her myself,” he said, Kai shaking beneath him as he held his palm to his sore cheek.

“And then what?!” Kai spat, “you’ll take her out of my life so I can spend the rest of my life continuing to be outcast by my own family?!”

His father drew a slit in the air, a red gash drawing itself upon Kai’s neck, weakening him so he was unable to hold the spell around her. The invisibility charm that cloaked her vanished, and she was suddenly there, beside Kai, who’s fresh blood spilled off his neck and down into the snow, staining it ruby red. nothing on her side but the element of surprise, the girl aimed a fist at Joshua Parker and hit him square in the jaw. He collapsed onto the snow, and in the moment before he recovered, Kai’s arm seized the girl, and they were both gone.


Word count: 3659

Warning: smut

Kai accidentally feeds on you

Kai has never hurt you in times when you and him were together. He was always sweet and kind and always tried to make you laugh and make sure that you were safe and ok and that nothing was missing from your life. If there was something, he always made sure you get exactly what you wanted. Your relationship with Kai had everything. Even the small fights that someone you and Kai had always managed to overcome and go back to being normal. Well, as much as it was possible, because he was, after all, a heretic and you were just a human. Sometimes, you hated being a human because you had never been able to do everything Kai did and it sometimes pissed you off, but Kai assured you how silly you were and that you were absolutely perfect. He has drank your blood before, but only a little bit, to keep him satisfied. Your blood was something special to Kai and he had always made sure that you were ok with him drinking your blood before he sank his sharp fangs into your sensitive human flesh.

One night, he was out for hours and when he came back, he couldn’t even look at you in the eyes. He was mad about something but as it looked, he had no intentions in telling you what that was about. That wasn’t the first time and since you shared everything with him, Kai ignoring you like that made you feel some kind of way, sad and angry at the same time. He plopped himself on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair, roughly before picking up a glass of the table and threw it across the room, watching it shatter against the wall, hundreds of pieces splattered across the wooden floor. You winced a bit because of the loud noise, a touch of fear running through your body. He has never looked that mad and you didn’t know what to do. The only thing you did know was that you couldn’t just leave him like that. You swallowed hard and slowly approached him, taking the seat next to him on the couch slowly. You hesitated at first but after a few moments you had placed your hand on his back and rubbed it slightly, a sign of reassuring which Kai had understood. He sighed deeply and moved to a different seat, away from you, your eyebrows furrowing at his actions.

 'Is everything alright?’ You asked him, your voice gentle and shaky, your eyes focused on him and his face expression as he finally turned his head and locked his eyes with yours. He showed you a small smiled and rolled his eyes after, his fingers playing with the ring on his hand.

 'No.’ He said abruptly and took his coat off, anger radiating out of his body and around the room.

 'Will you tell me what happened?’ You asked and the only thing that came out of his body was a quiet snort. He started tapping his leg with his hand, his eyes looking in one direction as if there was a dot on the wall that was way more interesting than the conversation you two were having. ‘Did I say something wrong?’ A voice that came out of your body was barely audible, your heartbeat increasing by the second and you knew have heard it. He always does.

 'Why do you always how to know what happened?’ He spit it out, your eyes going wide for a second as if someone had squeezed your heart for a split second and then let it go, but the feeling of disappointment was still there.

 'Because I’m your girlfriend and I care about you and I want to know why you’re mad and most importantly why are you mad at me when I haven’t done anything wrong! I just want to know what happened that you are like this.’ You trailed off and Kai rolled his eyes at you again and stood up, going to the kithen, pouring himself some water and too a sip while ignoring to look at you at all. ‘So, you’re not going to say anything? At all?’ You asked him again, waiting for his reply but all he did was walk by you and back into the living room.

 'I can’t believe you. I might as well leave right now so you can be on your own because that’s what you want the most, right?’ You raised your voice, Kai finally facing you as he stepped a bit closer, your bodies only a few inches away.

 'Why do you always have to make everything so difficult? Would you mind if I kept some of the things to myself? You don’t have to always know anything.’ He said abruptly, catching you by surprise. He has never acted like that and you never thought you would have to see that side of him.

 'Where is all of this coming from, Kai? Did I do something wrong? If I did please tell me so I know how to-’

 'No. It’s not about you.’ He took a few steps closer to you but then as if he was scared of you or the words that would come out of your body. 'It is about you. You don’t care about what happens to me or where I end up.’ He trailed off, you brows furrowing at his comment. You did care about him. More than anything. He meant to you more than anyone that has entered your life and you couldn’t imagine your life without Kai. Where Kai wanted to go, you were ready to follow him, even if you had to go to the other side of the world to be with him.

 'Why are you talking about?’ You asked him. 

'You know exactly what I’m talking about. You always know what’s up but pretend like you don’t.’ He snapped at you and sighed in frustration, leaning against the fireplace and kept staring at the burnt wood in it, black as the night. 'You would never leave Mystic Falls with me, would you?’ He asked you suddenly, breath hitching in your throat as you weren’t expecting that to come out of Kai. 

'Why would you ever leave Mystic Fa-' 

'Just answer the damn question. Would you leave Mystic Falls with me?’ He asked you again, his eyes looking at you as your heart instantly started beating faster than it was a few seconds ago. As much as you trusted and loved Kai, you were scared to answer him, so instead you were silent and kept staring at the floor. After a few moments you only heard Kai’s chuckle and knew he figured out the answer by himself. You had finally managed to look at him, trying to read his face expression, but only emotions that Kai had were pain and anger in his body. His eyes were almost black and his fists clenched and not even a second later, he ran towards the wall and punched it as hard as he could, creating a giant hole on the wall, making you jump a little bit at the loud sound echoing through the room. You looked closely and saw how wounded his knuckles were but they quickly healed, leaving Kai’s hand normal as if nothing had happened. 

'Deep down I knew the answer. I knew that you were too weak to leave this precious town of yours, where nothing good has happened in the last couple of months. Don’t forget how scared I am every time you leave without me at night. I am scared that I will lose you and if I do… I could never forgive myself for not being there to protect you.’ He trailed off, tears gathering in his eyes but he quickly blinked them away, not wanting to show any weakness. More accuratelly, he didn’t want to show how weak you had always made him. You were his weakness and whenever he was around you he didn’t feel like the most powerful heretic out there. He felt like an ordinary human being without any magical powers.

 'I won’t forget it and I know how scared you are, but you don’t have to protect me all the time. I can take care of mys-’

 'Don’t say that you can take care of yourself. Just don’t.’ He cut you off, his eyes avoiding your gaze.

 'Well thanks for making me feel weak.’ You muttered.

'I’m- you know I didn’t mean it like that.’

'Well it sure sounded like that. You know I love you, so stop acting like I don’t care about you, ok? You’re driving me insanse with that and all I want to do is fight you because I don’t know what to do anymore to prove you that I cared about you.’ You raised your voice a little bit, your fingers tucking a small lock of hair behind your ear. You let out a deep sigh, letting out all the air that you had been holding in for a while, feeling relieved when you uttered those words to Kai.

'Then leave Mystic Falls with me. Please. We can be together somewhere else. Somewhere where we could start a new life without being afraid of getting hurt or where I can finally feel relieved that you’re safe and far from all this madness.’ He trailed off and took a few big steps towards you until his hands were cupping your face, his blue eyes deeply staring into your orbs, his lips slightly parted as his hot breath tickled the skin on your face.

'I can’t.’ You stuttered and felt his hands leaving your face. He shook his head no and walked away from you. He leaned against the table, his hands grabbing tightly onto it, so tightly that he almost broke it. 'All of my friends are here. This is where my life is, Kai. I can’t just drop everything and go. You know that.’

'I thought your life is wherever I am. At least that’s what you were saying to me before, but I guess that changed. And you’re talking about friends, your friends have caused only problems to me and nothing else. Did you forget how Damon almost killed me? Or how Bonnie left me in 1903 Prison World? I don’t understand it. Family and friends are so overrated.’ He trailed off, only anger noticeable on his face.

'How would you know anything about family or friends? You murdered your own family without any regrets and continued with your life like nothing ever happened! Don’t even dare to say anything about my friends and family!’ You shouted at him and after that, silence filled out the room. Not even a fly could be heard. Only your heartbeat that increased it’s speed, feeling like it would jump out of your body. Kai’s eyes turned black and purple veins were obvious under his eyes. You swallowed hard at the sight of that, you hands shaking and before, you could do something, his hands were pinning you tightly against the nearest wall as his fangs pierced your sensitive skin on your neck, making you scream out loud. You tried to push him away but he was way to strong for you and as it looked, he had no intentions of stopping. Blood was dropping down on your shirt as you felt your legs getting a bit weaker, your blood leaving your body.

'Kai-’ you stuttered as your hands tugged on his shirt and at that moment as if something had snapped in Kai’s body, as if something was telling him to stop. He pulled out his fangs, your body dropping down on your knees. Your blood was dripping from his mouth, your hand covering two small holes on your neck. Tears started rolling down your cheeks, fear taking over your body. Your boyfriend, the love of your life, the only person you fully trusted and who always made sure you were safe had attacked you. His girlfriend, his weakness and the only person who he believed in. You couldn’t recognize him anymore. That wasn’t him, but even though you knew he would regret it, you couldn’t even find yourself to look at him.

'I’m so sorry! I-’ He knelt down beside you, his voice shaking and breaking at almost every word that came out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what happened.’ He muttered and bit his wrist, the blood reaching the surface and appeared on top of his skin, bringing it closer to your mouth but you pushed his hand away from you.

'Don’t touch me!!’ You yelled at him, his body jerking a little bit at the sound of your loud voice echoing through the room.

'Please forgive me. I don’t know what happened. I- Please, please forgive me.’ He begged you, his eyes locked on your hand pressed against your neck, blood dripping down onto your shirt.

'No! Leave me alone, Kai!’ You got up and ran to your room, slamming the doors behind you. You ran into the bathroom and opened the tap, water instantly running in the sink. You washed your hands and your neck, placing a bandage on your neck, suppressing the blood from coming out. You winced at the feeling of your fingertips brushing against your wound. It only hit you then what had happened and you couldn’t help but let the tears out to roll down your cheeks. You felt broken and you felt like you couldn’t trust Kai anymore. You wanted to be alone, but of course Kai wouldn’t give up just like that. A knock echoed through your room and you knew exactly who it was.

'Please, can you let me in? Please.’ His voice was muffled through the doors, your heart skipping a beat.

'Go away!’ You shouted.


You walked slowly towards the doors and hesitated at first, but you did open the door as you faced Kai. He had an apologetic look on his face and you could see how his eyes were puffy and a bit red, making you realize that he might have been crying. His eyes fell down to where your wound was, noticing the bandage on your neck and two small blood spots.

'I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’ He muttered, his fingers tracing over the bandage, making you wince a little bit. 'Please, let me see it.’

'No.’ You ordered.

'I want to help you. Please let me help you.’ He said gently and snaked his arms around your waist slowly, pulling your body closer to his.

'You hurt me.’

'I know and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I can’t even think properly knowing I have hurt you in that way.’

'I can’t just forgive you for hurting me like that. I’m-’

'I know that you’re scared, but it’s me. You know you can trust me.’ He muttered, his fingers gently brushing through your hair and tucking a small lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing against your cheek,

'I can’t- I-’

'Please.’ He removed the bandage on your neck, your wound exposed to his eyes. He traced his fingers around it, avoiding small wounds, your eyes closing for a few moments. He planted a gentle kiss on your neck, only for another one to follow the previous one. He was showering you with kisses and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep and passionate kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging on it slightly.

'I need you, Kai.’ You whispered, surprising yourself because of your words. You should have been mad at him but somehow you couldn’t manage to keep your hands off him. He was still Kai that you loved and cared about and deep down you knew that he would do anything to change what he did to you. He hands slid down your body and placed under your butt, lifting you up and carrying you to a king sized bed, gently placing you down. He got on top of you, your hands tugging at his shirt and swiftly taking it off, throwing it across the room. You trailed your fingers over his back, feeling his strong and broad shoulders, his hips jolting forward and hitting your crotch slightly, a quiet moan leaving your mouth. He pushed his hand into your jeans, his fingers finding your clit as he started rub it in small circles, your body arching at his touch. You propped yourself onto your elbows and reached out your hand, making contact with his clothed manhood, your hand rubbing him through his jeans, his lips parting slightly. He pulled his hand out of your jeans as you showed him a look of frustration. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and took them off along with his underwear, standing completely naked in front of you. You bit your lip as your eyes went directly to his lenght that was already hard. You felt yourself getting wet and you couldn’t hold it anymore. You quickly took your jeans off and your underwear, throwing them down on the floor. You got up and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him down on the bed on top of you, your arm gently grabbing his manhood as you started rubbing him slowly, your thumb making small circles on his tip, making Kai let out a muffled moan. He trailed his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal as you felt him slip the inside you and curl them around your walls, your walls intstinctively clenching around him.

'You’re so wet, fuck!’ Kai groaned out, your actions and his matching perfectly as you were bringing yourselves closer to your first orgams, your eyes locked with one anothers the entire time. You threw your head back in pleasure, but you never stopped pumping him in a faster pace. He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing in in small figure eights as you felt yours clenching around his fingers more and more each second.

'Shit, Kai.’ A loud moan escaped your mouth, your first orgasm tearing through your body, your whole body shaking and not long after that, Kai’s warm liquid spurted over your stomach, your touch sending him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you and ripped your shirt and your bra in half, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Your heart was beating fast as you couldn’t wait anymore to have him inside you, to feel full again and to forget about everything that happened.

'Kai, I need you, please.’

'As you wish.’ He muttered and in one quick move he was inside you, filling you up completely, his tip brushing against your spot as he entered you. You screamed out in pleasure as you felt him slowly pulling back and then going back in. The feeling of him streching you out and filling you up so perfectly has always made your heart skip a beat and made your legs feel like jello.

'Go faster.’ You moaned out and grabbed onto his shoulders, his lenght perfectly hitting your spot. You arched your back and at the same time clenched your walls around him, a loud moan escaping his mouth.

'Fuck!’ You chuckled because you knew how that affected him everytime you did. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and threw your head back, Kai’s hips relentlessly slamming into you, having no intentions of stopping or even slowing down. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck, his lips finding the spot where his fangs sank into your skin not long ago, planting a soft kiss on it. 'I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.’ He cried out and you could have sworn that you heard pain in his voice. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, tugging on it gently, holding his head against your chest while his hips kept thrusting into you.

'Shhh, it’s ok, Kai. I will never h - hate you. I love you too fucking much!’ You stuttered, Kai suddenly lifting his head up to lock his eyes with yours, a small smile appearing on his face. He chuckled and kissed you deeply, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip gently when he was pulling away, his lips pressed against your ear. The only thing that could be hear was the sound of his hips meeting yours and his heavy breathing against your ear.

'I love you.’ He said abruptly, his fingers sliding between your bodies as he started rubbing your clit fast, getting your closer to your second orgasm that night. You moaned loudly and threw your head back, Kai noticing how you were holding back for some reason.

'Let it go, baby. Just let it go.’ He moaned and right at his words you clenched around him, your climax tearing through your body, making your whole body shake.

'Fuck!’ Kai groaned out, your orgasm triggering his as he came inside you in short spurts, riding out yours and his orgasm until you were completely done.

He pulled out and collapsed on top you, his eyes strongly focused on you. He brushed his fingers against your cheek, moving the hair out of your face and planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

'Please don’t hate me.’ He whispered, his arms wrapping around you as if he was afraid of losing you.

'I will never hate you.’ You muttered, Kai letting out a bit chuckle as you noticed how his mood had suddenly changed. You forgot about everything and figure that it didn’t matter where you were. The only thing that was important is that you were with Kai and that was all you needed in your life, even if that meant having to move out of Mystic Falls. You were ready.

( @psingh97 thank youuuuuu 😁)

All Figured Out

Summary: While researching  with Sam and Dean, Sam brings up an all too familiar case to the reader. This calls for a trip to mystic falls, and an intervention. The reader must let both worlds combine in order to save both brothers. Will the reader save Damon or will Damon save the reader?

Word Count: 4289

Author’s note: I love writing crossovers so much! I need to focus on school again so I might take a little break, hope this holds you guys over!

This is not how you thought the day would’ve went, at all. This morning in the bunker it was like any other day. You’d been sitting in the library researching with Sam for a new case and Dean was making coffee for everyone. Suddenly Sam lit up, “ Hey (y/n) I think I found something”.

You went over and read the headline that appeared on his screen, “ Trail of bodies left up the east coast, victims ripped limb from limb but placed back together”. Automatically you knew what was happening, and it was all over your face. Sam looked up, “ You okay?”. You took a step back rethinking the entire past year.

Sam got up and walked over to you, “What’s wrong (y/n)?”. You tried to calm yourself down and regain your thoughts. Taking a breath in and out you finally replied, “I need to call Damon right now”. Sam was confused, he’d never heard that name before. You realized you were being vague, “Sammy I-I know who’s doing that-leaving the bodies”.

He was even more confused, “ How do you know? And who’s Damon?”. Dean entered the room holding the coffee as he raised an eyebrow at hearing that name. He placed the cups down onto the table, “Damon?”. You’d never thought it could happen again, when you’d left everything was fine.

You sat down, “ I have something to tell you both, but first I need to call someone”. They both looked way too concerned to let you leave the room. Dean walked over to you, “Look princess, we can help you through this but we need answers now”.

Running a hand through your hair you decided that now was the time to explain. You started, “So obviously I hadn’t always hunted with you both, but I never told you about my past”. Sam had sat down at the table by now as well. Dean spoke up, “ Hey we all have pasts, it’s okay”.

You told both brothers how the town you’d grown up in, Mystic Falls, had it’s fare share of the supernatural. How you’d grown close with two other brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore. You braced yourself as you told them they were vampires, and watched Dean choke on his coffee. Dean asked, “ Vampires? What?”.

Sam shut his annoyed brother down, “ Dean come on we both know that not all monsters are monsters”. You smiled in approval and continued. You gave the brief history of both brothers, Stefan the vegetarian vampire, and Damon the wild yet caring one. Currently Stefan was struggling which explained the bodies left up and down the coast.

Dean was confused, “So you’re telling me one brother doesn’t feed off humans because when he does he’s basically a blood-a-holic, and the other one is “wild yet caring”?”. You wanted to laugh, that was one way to sum it up.

Sam finally asked a question, “So where do you fit into all of this?”. You smiled thinking about all the memories you’d shared with Damon and Stefan. You began, “ Well I helped Damon control Stefan, and he’s obviously been struggling since I left”. Both brothers looked at each other and grinned causing you to ask, “ What?”.

Dean raised his eyebrows, “ So just how caring is Damon?”. Where you that easy to read, god you thought you were tougher than that. Sam added, “And just how wild?”. You brought your hand to your forehead in frustration. You laughed along with them, “How could you guys tell?”. Both brothers reminded you that you’d practically become family and they knew you better than anyone.

Dean smiled, “ Guess we have a trip to Mystic Falls then?”. You decided that was probably best and gave a call to your old friend Caroline telling her to not ruin the surprise. You still kept up with Caroline, but recently everything had been to hectic. With the next two hours or so everyone was packed and ready to hit the road.

It was a day or so’s drive and you arrived at Mystic Falls at dinner time and you stopped at the “Mystic Grill” for dinner. You were sat down at a booth and while the boys ordered burgers within seconds were distracted. Looking over to the bar you saw Alaric, of course.

When he saw you walking towards him he laughed, “If it isn’t (y/n), I can guess why you’re here”. While you said Stefan, he said Damon leaving you confused. Rick quickly downed his glass, “Looks like I’ll be needing this, I thought you knew”. Apparently you also thought you knew what was wrong.

You sat in the empty stool next to Rick, “What’s wrong with Damon?”. Alaric was obviously stressed out and didn’t want to tell you what he was about too. He took your hand in his, “Listen (y/n) Stefan isn’t the only brother suffering right now, come by the Lockwood Mansion tonight for the party and see”.

Your jaw dropped, “The party?”. This was a bad situation waiting to happen, and you had to prepare yourself. He lightly squeezed your hand, “I’m letting Damon explain this one himself, but after I give him his chance I won’t hesitate to help you whether that’s kicking his ass or-”. You laughed and hugged Rick, he’d always been a good friend.

Returning to the booth the boys had a lot of questions but you explained that everything would be answered tonight at “the party”. Caroline offered her house to stay at until everything was settled. It was amazing to be able to catch up but you wished it was under better circumstances.

Down stairs Sam and Dean were being introduced to Alaric, and you knew he’d hit it off with Sam immediately. You guessed that when it came to Dean they’d discuss the proper weapons needed to stop Stefan, a vervain grenade probably being Dean’s favorite.

Back upstairs you were getting all the information you’d missed from Caroline. To sum things up Stefan went on a ripper binge because Elena was finding herself again, but by traveling around with Klaus. Klaus had tried to take everything from Stefan and so he couldn’t forgive Elena for leaving, especially with him.  It didn’t help that Stefan had walked in on Elena and Klaus either. After feeling like he’d lost everyone Damon lost himself, and he needed you but didn’t want to stop you from living your new life.

This could be all explained within ten minutes but with Caroline it took thirty, but you’d missed her so much it was worth it. While explaining everything you both got ready for whatever Damon was planning. You wore a short maroon lace dress that showed off your curves and cleavage, and black pumps to match.

Caroline decided to wear a navy blue backless dress that as always hugged her perfectly. For shoes she wore white flats, and looked beautiful as ever. You both worked on your makeup together and pretty soon you were finished. Looking at each other you both smiled in approval, proud of your work.

Checking your phone you realized it was ten o’clock, and people would already be at the mansion. When you got downstairs Rick was going over how to work his various weapons and Dean was loving it. Sam was halfway through an old Gilbert journal and you felt like a proud mom.

The boys finally looked up upon your arrival and Dean whistled. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Caroline, but you’d already planned for this. Of course during catching up with Caroline she had a million questions about both brothers, even though she knew your heart secretly belonged to Damon.

You smiled, “Ready to go everyone?”. Caroline took her car while you jumped into the impala. On the ride there Dean wouldn’t stop asking about Caroline, that would be fun to watch. When you pulled up to the lockwood mansion there was tons of cars there, so many that you couldn’t even think about where all these people had come from.

Some random girl opened the door for you all when you got there, adding more confusion. You’d left Caroline, Sam, Dean and Rick all together as you decided to find Damon by yourself. It had been awhile since you’d been around this many people and you decided to go to Tyler’s father’s office to get a break.

When you entered the room you were shocked at what you saw. Damon was sitting on the couch with a girl on either side as he fed from one sitting on his lap. He smiled when he saw you, “Been awhile since I’ve tasted you (y/n), glad you stopped by for a bite”. He was blood high, and obviously not himself.

You walked over to him, “Sorry but I’m more of a dinner for two girl, not five”. He placed both his hands on the girl’s shoulder and said, “Go get something to drink and take your friends”. Then you were left alone in the room with him. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the table and took a sip, “Guess you’ve been reading the newspapers huh?”. Damon was deflecting, drawing attention away from himself and putting it on Stefan.

Taking the bottle from him and sipping you answered, “I came here for the inside scoop, get it right from the source”. He went to grab the bottle from you but you held it tighter and shook your finger at him. He shrugged his shoulders and sat back on the couch crossing his legs and spreading his arms against the back of it. Damon smiled, “Normally I’d charge, but for you I’ll make an exception”.

You covered your heart with your hand in gratitude. He continued, “ Klaus screwed Elena, which screwed over Stefan and as always screwed me”. You took another long sip, you’d definitely need this. Damon used his superspeed to get up from the couch and take the bottle from you. It was your turn, “And I screwed you to by leaving huh?”.

He laughed and pointed a finger, “Oh very good (y/n), very good”. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. You continued, “Everyone left Damon, but I was already gone and now you’re doing this”. You could tell you were getting through to him, you could see it on his face.

You got closer to him, “Want to self destruct Damon? Do it, but realize that I’m here for you, and that I always have been. All you have to do is ask”. Before he could feed you some excuse you began to leave the room, but wanted to do one last thing. You turned around and grabbed the bottle back from him, “In the meantime I’m going to have some fun too”.

You wished you could see the expression on his face, but you had a mission to start. Damon right now was being reckless, and you were going to out-reckless him. Luckily his humanity was still on, but you still needed to play off of his emotions.

Walking out to the backyard you found Sam and Rick at a table probably still discussing a plan on how to save Stefan. When Rick saw you with the bottle he laughed, “Guess you talked with Damon, nice job”. Sam was probably confused as to how a bottle of bourbon was a tell for Damon, but you’d hoped Rick had been filling him in.

You raised the bottle, “I’m getting through to him Rick, it’s bad but not humanity switch off bad”. Sam jumped in, “Is that true, vampires can really turn off their humanity?”. You and Rick exchanged a look that basically said you both wished that it weren’t true, but it sadly was.

Sighing you answered Sam, “It’s true, and it sucks. The way to turn it back on is to try and get them to feel any emotion, and tonight I shall be working with jealously and turning it into sadness, and turning that into happiness!”. To toast your declaration you took another sip.

Sam looked apprehensive, “But I thought Damon had his switch on still?”. Rick looked to you and you nodded allowing him to take the lead. He took a sip of his drink, “Damon is dangerously close and with him it’s best to act as if it’s already off, and if anyone can bring him back it’s (y/n)”.

You blushed but Sam spoke up, “You know (y/n) hasn’t been completely honest, just how close are her and Damon?”. You wanted to answer but Rick beat you too it. He shot down the last of his drink before beginning, “ Well neither of them will admit it but they’re totally in love with each other, trust me I’m the guys bestfriend”.

Your face turned a beat red, “Rick come on”. Sam smiled thinking about you having someone that could make you so happy. He grinned, “You know (y/n) I believe it, for awhile I thought you and Dean would be like that but now I know why not”. For a long time Sam had thought there was a possibility of you and his brother getting together, but it was now clear that your heart belonged somewhere else which was perfectly fine.

To Dean you’d been a great friend, and Sam knew that was better than nothing. You laughed, “I hate you both”. They looked to each other and smiled, knowing they were right. Looking around you saw that Dean and Caroline had been hitting it off which meant you couldn’t use him for the jealously bit. Suddenly it hit you, “Sam how would you feel about helping me?”.

He put his hands up, “Oh no, I heard what you said about jealousy”. You pleadingly looked to Rick. Rick smiled, “Well it couldn’t hurt, and we’ve already finished most of our Stefan plan”. Sam smiled and before he could change his mind you took his hand and dragged him to where people had been dancing.

Sam looked like he was struggling so you took his hands and placed them on your hips, “Come on Winchester, look alive”. Getting Sam to laugh was a good sign, he was getting comfortable. He started to actually move along with the beat and he wasn’t half bad. You’d almost forgotten that Sammy had gone to college, and dated which meant parties.

You saw Damon standing at the stairs, scoping things out. His facial expression changed when he saw you dancing with Sam, which to him was some random man. You turned so your back was against Sam’s front, “Show time Winchester”. You heard Sam laugh and couldn’t help but laugh as well.

To your surprise Sam pulled back your hair and whispered in your ear, “Worst mistake is to underestimate a Winchester, (y/n)”. Sam’s grip on your hips tightened and you felt him start to move his own body more. As your hips rolled forward, his rolled backwards, and your hips would then meet. You wanted to pinch yourself, was Sam Winchester actually having fun?

Sam let his hands roam up and down your body you would’ve been concerned if he hadn’t whispered in your ear again, “It’s all for the show (y/n), and he’s watching”. Looking up you saw Damon aimlessly talking to some girl as he watched you like a hawk. You leaned forward whipping your hair while arching your back.

Sam ran his hand up your back before grabbing a fistful of your hair, lightly tugging, and guiding you back so your body was against his again. Turning around you were now face to face with Sam, you lowered your body while letting your hands run down his body.

You winked and told Sam that you’d worked up a thirst, he nodded in understandment. You made your way up the stairs, past Damon, to where all the drinks were. You felt like someone was following you so you grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went back to the first room you talked to damon in.

Sitting down on the couch you waited for him to enter the room, you patiently sipped from the bottle. The door opened and closed but you didn’t flinch, you were forced to look to your side as you felt the couch sink in. You smiled, still waiting for Damon to say something.

He grabbed the bottle from your hand and you laughed. He waved a pointed finger, “You haven’t won anything, I just wanted something to drink”. You laughed again and turned to face him. Grabbing the bottle back you began, “We both know that’s not really what you’re thirsty for”.

When you were done taking your sip you added, “And apparently you can drink who-whatever you want”. Damon got up from the couch, and you had to hide your smile, this was working. He was angry, “ It seems like you can drink from whoever you want too (y/n), who even was that?!”.

You could work with this, “Someone who’s not afraid to tell me what they want”. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Damon continued, “What if I’m afraid of what I want okay? Everything good in my life leaves, but only when I notice the good!”. You were so close.

Getting up you walked closer to him, “Ignoring the good is the same thing as letting it leave Damon, you of all people should know that things change and people are different”. He turned around, unable to face you. Regardless you continued, “Damon, I left because I thought you didn’t need me, but if I knew I would’ve stayed”.

He still wouldn’t turn so you grabbed onto his shoulder, “ Listen to me Damon, I’m right here”. Damon turned around quickly and grabbed your face with both hands. He stared into your eyes, “ I need you okay (y/n)? I need you so badly because without you I have no good, I need you because you’re the good”.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Damon all I do is remind you of the good within yourself”. He smiled and finally kissed you. One hand still held your face with the other slid down to grab your hip pulling you closer to him. He was still searching your eyes, “How do you see it, it feels like there’s nothing there”.

Shaking your head smiling you replied, “I see the real you, not the closed off Damon you let everyone else see”. Damon grinned, but turned his head letting his hands slip away. It was your turn to take your hand and place it on his face making him look at you, “Damon I see the real you, and I love what I see”.

He bit his lip in contemplation, unsure of how to respond. You laughed, “You’re not that mysterious Damon”. He took a step back, then a step forward, unsure of how to reply. He’d finally made up his mind, and he rushed his way over to you and picked you up.

You were shocked, “Damon what are you-”. His hands wrapped around your waist holding you up as your legs wrapped around him. He began kissing your neck, “You got me okay, but I want to show you that I’m still full of surprises”. Before you could wonder what that meant he pushed you up against the wall.

Damon’s super strength meant that to him you were light as could be, and he was determined. He kissed down your body, “How does this thing come off”. To stop him from ripping it off you pulled it off yourself, his smile growing when he saw your body.

Again he started kissing down your body, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly he pushed your body up higher against the wall, placing his face dangerously close to a very sensitive area. As he spoke his hot breath made goosebumps appear on your inner thighs.

He grabbed your legs, hooking them around his neck. Damon looked up at you, “Think you have me all figured out huh?”. While speaking his face was dangerously close and you couldn’t concentrate. Damon continued speaking as he slid your panties to the side, “Sweetheart, you seem to be having trouble focusing”.

You nodded your head, still not fully listening. He brought his face as close as it could get, “Hmm should I stop then-”. Instinctively you grabbed a fistful of his hair, not wanting his head to move away. Damon laughed and you barely got out, “Damon please”.

Damon looked up, “Please what?”. You wanted to kill him, but then again it would end things before they started. Rolling your eyes you replied, “Damon please, I need you”. He grinned, proud of himself and the hold he had over you. He slowly parted his lips and you thought things would finally start but he started to speak, “So worked up and I haven’t even began”.

You started to say some witty remark but were cut off when you finally felt his tongue lick up and down your slit. His tongue flicked when he reached your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t hold back a moan. He took your clit between his lips, sucking slowly once.

Again you moaned and your grip on his hair tightened. You felt Damon groan against you, the vibrations making everything more intense. You guided his head, both hands now had fistfuls of hair. His tongue moved in every direction.

To your surprise Damon took one hand off your hip and used it to spread your folds, “You look so damn good”. This time he was able to get more of your clit between his lips as he’d suck. His tongue would dip every so lightly into your entrance, leaving you begging for more.

You couldn’t take it, “Fuck Damon I need more”. He was being so teasing, getting you to the edge and leaving you there. His pointer finger slid slowly down your slit, “Be careful what you wish for”. Stopping your train of though his finger slid into your entrance.

He groaned, “So wet for me (y/n)”. Damon would dip his finger in and take it out, still teasing you. Looking down you saw the smile on his face. Suddenly you felt two fingers slide into you, and once again his grin was priceless.

Damon started pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up speed. He curled them in a “come here” motion hitting your g-spot each time. Your core was aching as his fingers pumped in and out and his lips still sucked on your clit.

You’d been moaning his name, and in turn he’d groan into you bringing even more pleasure to your core. You felt your orgasm coming, “Damon I’m going to-”. He moved his head up and down letting you know that he was well aware. He only pulled his lips off of your clit to tell you, “Cum for me (y/n), I want you to cum for me”.

Being the evil bastard he was Damon used his super speed to completely shock your entire body. All you could do was yell his name as you lost control of your entire body to all of the pleasure he was giving you. You legs shook around him as your orgasm rocked through your entire body. You’d never felt something as intense in your entire life.

It was like wave after wave of pleasure shook through you entire body, leaving you shaking and panting. When it was finally over Damon lowered you down from the wall, but still held you. He pulled his fingers from inside you and brought them to his mouth and began sucking. You stood there mouth agape watching him taste you even more.

Damon winked, “I can’t tell what is better, how good you look all worked up or how good you taste”. He brought his fingers out of his mouth and held them in front of your own mouth, and all you could do was suck. Damon bit his lip watching you taste yourself like that, “Fuck (y/n)”.

While taking his fingers out of your mouth he slowly dragged down your bottom lip. You were still watching him awestruck. He smiled again before kissing you once more. Damon continued the kiss while moving you to the couch with him. He laid you down while grabbing a blanket to cover you up, not like he wanted to stop looking at your naked body.

You smiled, “How do you go from being so sexy to so sweet”. Sitting down next to you he grinned as well, “I could ask you the same thing”. He placed his arm around you bringing your body closer to him. Damon kissed you on the forehead before saying, “I love you (y/n) but if anyone asks all that happened was wild hot sex, not me confessing my love and getting all mushy okay?”.

Looking up you reminded him, “You never confessed your love”. You knew perfectly well how he felt but you wanted to hear him say it to rub it in. He tried to hide his smile, “I am madly in love with you (y/n), you just..do things to me”. That was as close as you’d get tonight for Damon admitting your hold over him. He’d admitted many things tonight, one of them being how fucking good he was in bed.

For the rest of the night you remained curled up with Damon, laughing, joking, and just overall happier than you’d been in awhile. You weren’t going to worry about Caroline and Dean, Elena and Klaus, or Stefan right now. Tonight was a victory, and tomorrow you’d work on saving the world.


(requested by   @toriar1019 )

word count : 3 884
summary :  Kai fights the siren’s mind control because of his feelings for Reader.
* gif by phantom-evil

A week. That’s how long Y/N and her friends tried everything to open the Vault at the Armoury to get back Kai and Damon. None of them was prepared to find the Vault completely empty , none of them could figure out how they got out. Y/N had thought the anguish she had felt during that time was too much but what came next broke her completely. Three months went by before there was even a hint about what Damon and Kai might be up to. Things only got worse from there.
Being separated had always been hard , but this time it was different. Kai wasn’t on some trip for a few days somewhere. There wasn’t a way to find them with a locator spell or anything. It took Y/N and her friends month to track them down and eventually find them at an abandoned slaughter house after a victim was found.
Stefan and Y/N had gone there and had tried to get them back the same second they found them , but things hadn’t gone according to plan. Seeing Kai had been enough to put the pieces of her heart together again and shatter it completely right after specially after hearing Kai say ‘I don’t love you and I never have. Go before I rip your throat out.’ Those words echoed in her mind and they cut deeper than any knife ever could , even though she knew he hadn’t meant a syllable. Kai’s eyes had betrayed him , the way he had held onto her hand for a few seconds before pushing her away - he had done it on purpose to get her to leave. Y/N never gave up hope and seeing him only made her more determined to get him back , no matter what she had to do or who she’d have to go through to make it happen.

Kai couldnt believe what his life had been turned into the past few months. He had spent years trying to be better and learn to control his blood thirst after he turned , had a girl who loved him enough to risk her own life more than once just to save him and just when he was about to get everything he ever wanted he got himself into this mess. All of this had ruined helping people for him. Worst part of it all was that no matter how much he fought , there was no way out. Kai was stuck with Sybil and his least favourite person on this planet who had tried more than once to kill him. It had been months since Kai had been with Y/N and he had wanted to go back for her so many times but knew if Sybil found out about her , his girl would end up dead or worse. He couldnt let that happen.
    “What is he doing?” asked the siren.
Damon glanced at him. Kai was sitting not too far away from them with some paper in his hands , reading or more like pretending to read so he doesn’t have to think about the things he had done in order to keep Sybil distracted and keep his girl safe. Y/N – he suppressed a smile , just her name was enough to make him happy but he couldn’t let it show. He closed his eyes and he could see her smile , even hear her voice sometimes.
    “Catching up on current events.” said Kai indifferently. “The mysterious disappearances are drawing too much attention. Think you can cut back on red meat a bit ?”
Sybil rolled her eyes. “I spent a better part of a thousand years trapped in a Vault. So no , and who are you to tell me what to do ?”
Kai sighed. He was getting tired of being an evil minion , finding her ‘evil people’ to eat , not to mention how fighting the siren’s mind control was getting harder each day. However he was doing better than Damon , who was flying on full cruise control. His least favourite Salvatore didn’t even remember who Elena was now , thats how much Sybil had messed with his head. Kai would rather die than have his memories of Y/N twisted or replaced with new versions.
    “No one , apparently.” he said with a smirk. “I’m going out to grab a snack. Blood bags just dont do it for me as you well know.”
    “Fine , but dont go too far.” said the siren. “There is a housewife living in the house next door , bet she is delicious.”
    “Thanks for the offer, but I prefer my blood a little younger.” said Kai walking past them. “I’m going to look for a cheerleader at the high school or some confused teen at a bar. Oh or a sorority girl. Who knows what I’d find.”
After all those months they were finally close by Mystic Falls. About two weeks ago when he had briefly seen Y/N for the last time , it had been so hard fighting the urge to pull her into his arms , suffocate her with kisses and never let go of her again. The look in her eyes , how they had lit up when she saw him - it was all seared into his mind. In that moment he had felt happy again but then came the look of hurt when he had said all those horrible things to push her away for her own safety. Y/N was stubborn as hell , more determined than ever - it had been his only option to get her to go. Kai had never been more afraid of his feelings for the brave human girl than in this moment. Even after the merge with Luke , he hadnt been that shaken of everything he was feeling. Just the thought of her getting hurt in any way was enough to send him in a really dark place. There was no life for him without her and he was sure if she died , he’d die with her.
Sybil kept digging in his mind and he knew at some point she’d uncover Y/N’s existence. There was only one thing left he could do to protect her , as painful as it might be for the both of them. After all this mess was over he’d go and find her , move away with her, start a new. Kai walked into town , knowing her daily routine hoping nothing had changed and she’d still be going to work at the Grill. He stood a few hundred metres away waiting for her and just like always at the exact same time every Tuesday - there she was. More beautiful than ever with a look of determination on her face. A gust of wind blew out of nowhere (or more like Kai manipulated the weather) and she turned towards him. The look on her face changed between shock , surprise , caution , surprise and love – sticking to the last one. Her eyes widened and she ran towards him not even paying attention to traffic or cars or anything or anyone else in general.
    “Kai!” said Y/N running directly into his arms. “H-how are you here ? Why are you here?”
Kai pulled her towards him , tighter than ever and smiled at her. He could see in her eyes she knows something was wrong with him. Did he really look as broken on the outside as he felt on the inside? he wondered. His hands cupped her face and he kissed her gently for a few seconds. The young heretic couldn’t believe after everything he had said , Y/N had ran towards him like that instead of going the other way , how she hadn’t yelled at him or slapped him or anything.
    “I’m sorry Y/N … I should’ve never gone to that Vault.” said Kai softly, his voice filled with sadness and regret. “I am sorry for what I said to you a few days ago too. We had ears on us –”
    “I knew you didn’t mean it.” she smiled widely at him , not willing to let go off him or move more than half an inch away. “Whats going on Kai ?”
Y/N gazed into his eyes - he looked different - broken , crushed. The way he had pulled her towards him , as if letting go of her would mean his death both scared her and made her happy. Whatever was happening it was probably worse than she had thought.
    “I … I literally cannot say.” he sighed. Y/N looked at him with a puzzled expression.”No , I mean it – whenever I try to say out loud whats going on it comes out all giberish.”
    “Doesn’t matter , as long as you are here. Come on , lets go home —”
    “I cant.” said Kai. “I want to , more than anything but I — cant. You need to leave town. Now.“ he said with a serious look. “Go home , pack up your things and leave. It’s not safe for you here.”
    “Leave ?! No. Not without you.” protested Y/N.
    “I – the siren keeps digging inside my memories , trying to find what I am holding on to.” said Kai , cupping her face. “There is no way to stop her. Her neck gets snapped and she comes back to life 5 seconds later. If something happens to you -”
    “- I’ll die if something happens to you.” she said pressing her lips onto his. Kai pulled her towards him , kissing her as if its the last time he’d ever kiss her.
    “For once in your life, do as I say.” he demanded. “Don’t make me compell you to forget all about me.”
Y/N took a step away from him. Kai wouldn’t compell her , he wouldn’t go that far. Never. Though this desperate look in his eyes made her feel nervous. She understood he wanted to protect her , like always but he wouldn’t cross that line.
    “You wouldn’t…”
    “We both know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if it means losing you.”
Tears had started gathering in her eyelids just thinking how just when she finally got him back , he wants her to go away.  No way. There was another way to get him to go with her , because there is no version of her life without him — and that way was walking towards them in that moment.
    “Okay – I’ll leave.” she sighed in defeat.
Kai looked at her with a mix of surprise and heartbreak in his eyes clearly not expecting her to give in that easily and dreading losing her again.
    “But you are coming with me.” she finished , seeing Stefan behind Kai , holding a vervain syringe. A few moments later Kai dropped unconscious. “Thanks for that Stef.”
    “Yeah. Don’t mention it.” replied the Salvatore, holding Kai’s body. “I suggest you two get out of town. Alaric is working on finding out what that instrument is and how it helps us kill the siren. As soon as we figure it out , our lives would go back to normal or as normal as they were before all this.”
    “What is normal anyways?” she wondered.
With Stefan’s help she got Kai onto the backseat of her car. Y/N put the keys in the ignition and drove off as fast as she could not giving a damn about the speeding limits or red lights or anything. Her eyes kept darting between the road and the review mirror , looking at Kai on the back seat. Everything was fine until they passed old Miller Road and he started to wake up screaming in pain , holding his head in his hands.
    “Y/N… stop the car.” he groaned rolling around the backseat.
    “No. We — we are leaving. There has to be a way to get you away from her and out of her control.”
    “I - I can’t l-leave.” he groaned and reached his hand stopping the car with magic.
Y/N hit the gas pedal again , tried the ignition but none of it worked - the car had stopped in the middle of the road. A groan of frustration left her lips. What had the siren did to him ? Kai got out of the car and started walking back into town. Quickly she unbuckled her seat belt and ran after him , catching up in a few metres. Seeing him in pain broke her heart , even more noticing the tears in his eyes. He kept rubbing his forehead , groaning in pain. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders making him look at her.
    “Kai , whats happening ? Tell me.”
    “I am too far away from her. She is p-pulling me back.” said Kai taking another step towards town. “Get in the car and go before she finds you -”
    “You are stronger than this Kai. You can fight it –”
    “I’ve been fighting it for months now … ”
    “Don’t stop. I will help you. We’ll find a way to break the link , I promise.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “You can’t help me Y/N. I know you love me and want to help but - ”
    “Well , well , well…” said a young woman with short brown hair and brown eyes , standing a few steps away from them. “I was wondering how you keep resisting my control. Pity this girl didn’t listen when you told her to leave. Damon , if you may –”
Damon grabbed Y/N before Kai had had time time to react , holding her in a tight grip ready to snap her neck at a moments notice. Kai tried to get to her but the siren hummed some tune and he stopped in his tracks , visibly struggling to get to his girl.
    “Now , Kai.” said the siren taking a step towards the young heretic who was trying hard to fight her influence and move. “If you don’t want anything awful to befall your girlfriend –”
    “Fiance.” he corrected quietly.
    “– then you are going to do exactly as I say. Both you and Damon are quite resourceful when it comes to picking victims but I think you’ll be a lot more committed when there is nothing holding you back. So , I am giving you a choice.”
Y/N watched Kai stare at the ground , refusing to meet the siren’s eyes. His hands were shaking and she knew that look very well. Under any other circumstance at this point , whoever had gotten in his way would have had their throat ripped out or their head would’ve rolled on the ground. It was a look Y/N hadn’t seen in almost 4 years and made her blood freeze. Her fiance was angry , hurt and scared and whenever one of those emotions took over things always ended badly. Y/N didn’t care what would happen to her , but she worried about what the siren wants Kai to do.
    “What kind of a choice?” he asked.
    “Shut off your humanity and come with me or watch your fiance die.” said the siren , pausing for a moment. “You know what – maybe I will make it more interesting and make you kill her. Imagine this - having to live with the guilt of killing the one person who you love more than anything.”
    “Don’t — don’t do this to him.” pleaded Y/N , stepping on Damon’s foot with force in an attempt to get free. The vampire growled in her ear. “Let me go Damon or I swear … I’ll get to that coffin and burn Elena’s body myself.”
    “Elena ? Who’s – who’s Elena?” asked Damon.
Y/N gulped. If the siren could erase Elena’s existence from Damon’s mind then what could she have done to Kai ?
Sybil laughed. “I see why you love her. Maybe if she was a supernatural I would’ve taken her with us. ” she paused for a moment. “I still can , find a way to taint her soul and kill her , making sure she’ll end up in Hell.” she thought out loud with an amused look. “So , what’s it going to be - are you coming with me or does your pretty girl gets to die ?”
    “No.” said Kai.
    “It’s really not a choice , honey. Turn it off.
    “No.“ repeated Kai.
    “We’ll have to do this the hard way then.” sighed Sybil and grabbed his head , closing her eyes. Kai could feel her digging in his mind , trying to find something else against him. He tried hard not to think about any of the moments he and Y/N had shared so the siren can’t modify them like she did to Damon’s memories of Elena but seeing his girl struggle to get free from the vampire’s grasp pulled one of the memories to the surface of his mind.

     "Interesting.“ muttered the siren , slipping into one of his memories. "I have to say - that must be one of your best works. Taking your entire family down with you. It’s one of the reasons Cade wanted you. Now why is this memory so important to you—”
Kai stood by the entrance , watching himself walking through the wedding disaster struggling because of the werewolf bite. Bonnie showed up a few moments later but he wasn’t paying attention to that , the other him was dealing with that. He was watching out one of the windows , knowing any moment now he’d see Y/N heading towards the barn. Her dress was covered with blood and her hair was messier than ever. Bonnie flew across the room towards one of the walls and Damon showed up shortly after. Kai sat at the podium , playing with a rose in his hands while talking with the vampire. A few moments later Damon left and Kai saw himself looking around with confusion in his eyes. Then he heard it - the sound of one of Alaric’s compressed air weapons. He turned in the direction of the sound seeing Y/N and then Damon laying on the ground with a piece of wood plunged in his back.
    “What ? No 'thank you'for saving your life ?” she said blowing a strand of hair out of her face. Y/N reached for his hand , instead Kai pulled her into his arms for a few seconds. “Lets go before he wakes up.”
    “One moment … ” said Kai  , biting his wrist and rushing to Bonnie’s side. “Don’t you ever forget this Bon Bon.You didn’t really think I’d let you die did you ?”
Y/N grabbed his hand and both of them run out of the barn. Somehow she was running faster than him and he had a hard time catching up with her. A few moments later he stopped abruptly making her stop too.
     "Why would you save me ?“
    "Because — you are
not this monster. You are good and – I can’t let the person I love die. ”
    “What ?” he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.
    “I love you Kai. You are my future and you can push me away all you want but even if you don’t let yourself see it or feel in general — ” she said softy , placing her palm on his cheek. “ — I know that you see the same. It’s in your eyes — ”
Kai pulled her into his embrace , holding her tighter than ever unable to believe that after all the things he had done , including a few hours ago there was someone still believing in him , carrying about him and loving him.
    “I love you too Y/N.” he said smiling resting his forehead on hers.

     "Ohhh , I see.“ said Sybil , twisting his memory and replacing Y/N’s face with hers.
Kai looked at her with a small smile on his face , tucking in a lock of hair behind her ear.  Sybil smiled at him innocently and leaned in to kiss him.
    "Nice try. You are
not her and I am not as weak as Damon.” said Kai , snapping her neck in a few moments later. 

Sybil opened her eyes , clenching her jaw. The siren hadn’t expected the young heretic to be that strong. Damon had resisted her but she had been stronger , this was new.
    “Well , that was unexpected. Shall we try this again ?”
    “You can try all you want Sybil.” said Kai with a smirk. “I’m not Damon and I am not the monster you want me to be. I’m not this person anymore.”
    “Ahh that’s right.” said the siren smiling wickedly. “Because you love this fragile human girl and your feelings for her are stronger than your blood lust. Shame , she would’ve looked beautiful in a wedding gown. Damon — how would you feel about a snack?”
Damon grinned , purple black veins flashing under his eyes and his fangs sank in Y/N’s neck. The girl screamed , dug her nails in Damon’s hands kicked and tried everything to get free but it was useless. Kai took a step towards them but Sybil hummed another tune forcing him to watch as the life drained from the girl he loved. The only person who ever gave him a real chance even before the merge was dying and he couldn’t even move his finger.
    “Let her go.” said Kai. “I’ll — I’ll do what you ask just let her go.”
    “Kai , don’t. You are stron-ger than you think. Fight – it.” said Y/N struggling to speak.
Kai looked into her eyes , her lips forming four words 'I believe in you’.  He struggled , feeling Sybil trying to sneak into his mind again and get him to let go , but it didn’t matter - all he could hear and see was Y/N. His eyes closed for a moment and he found the strength to flick his wrist snapping Damon’s neck , raising his other hand pulling out Sybil’s heart out of her chest with magic. The moment the siren dropped on the ground his mind cleared and he ran towards his girl , biting his wrist bringing it to her lips.
    “Don’t you dare die Y/N.” said Kai smiling nervously. “Not now …. not ever.”
Y/N wrapped her fingers around his wrist feeling his warm blood trickle down her throat. A sigh left Kai’s lips and he caressed her face , placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes opened and she pulled herself up unitl he wrapped his strong arms around her.
    “You did it.” she smiled widely at him.
    “Only because of you. ” he said softly. “Though that wont last for long unless your buddies figure out a way to hold her down. Until then –”
    “– get in the car with me and we drive as far and fast away as we can.” she finished with a hopeful expression on her face.
Kai smiled widely at her. “Pick a destination , sweetheart.”


Imagine Chris asking your dad for your hand.

A/N: Part 4 is a little longer, but we’re nearing the end! Hope you enjoy this! X (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3.)

Olive and Sebastian sat at one of the snow covered tables in the coffee house, chatting and playing with Dodger while you rang your dad; he was apparently your next clue. You listened to the phone ring and shook your head, chuckling softly to yourself. If your father picked up and was part of the scavenger hunt, you had to tip your hat off to Chris; that man was a workaholic who spent majority of his time in scrubs, he barely had time for anything let alone your boyfriend’s way of keeping the romance alive. The longer the phone rang, the more you started to doubt. Perhaps your dad wasn’t the clue, but what else could Chris have meant when he said “there won’t be a day where he’ll stop worrying about you, but he can rest easy knowing you’ve got me in your life now.” It had to be your dad, there was no one else.

The call unsurprisingly went to his voicemail, but it wasn’t his usual voicemail. “This is Richard. If you’ve reached my voicemail, it means I’ve ignored your call. I apologize, but I’m too busy running errands with Captain America to come to your aid. If you need anything, there are plenty of other doctors available at Alexander Van Heusen Memorial.”

You were about to redial or ask Olive for the walkie-talkie when you heard a soft tap on the glass. You turned around and chuckled in absolute amazement when you saw your dad; he smiled and waved. “I’ll be damned,” you made your way outside with the others following behind.

Sebastian took the leash from Olive so she could run over to your dad, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “I see you’re having a ball with Y/N.” Olive looked up at him and nodded with a wide grin. “Hi sweetheart,” he smiled at you.

“Dad,” you chuckled softly, “what are you doing here? And what’s with the new voicemail? Is Chris’ scavenger hunt really more important than saving lives?” You quizzed teasingly with a raised brow and he chuckled.

“Today it is,” he nodded and your eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. “I’m meant to give you this,” he passed you a single key on a Captain America shield keychain. “And this,” he passed you an white envelope. “There’s a cab waiting for you to take you to the next location.” He said and beckoned at the yellow cab behind him.

“You’re not driving me?”

“My days of driving you around are over, kid.” He chuckled softly as he wrapped you into a tight hug. “That’s Chris’ job now, as is worrying about you and taking care of you and loving you unconditionally. You are his responsibility now,” he pulled away and cupped your face in his hand, “my precious baby girl. I am so proud of you and so happy for you, there was nothing I wanted more for you than true love.”

“Dad,” you laughed. “You’re talking like you’ve just sold me to Chris and will never see me again.” You joked and he chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ve still got a million milestones to get through with my family before I disappear with a family of my own. Olive’s only eight and I plan to be on her beck and call at least until she’s twenty-one,” you looked down at your sister and winked; she smiled. “You’re not going to lose me, and I’m never going to stop being your responsibility.” You told your dad and hugged him.

“He’s a good guy, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled when your boyfriend’s face- and apparently soon to be fiancé- came to mind. “If he weren’t, you wouldn’t have let this relationship last as long as it has.” You chuckled softly as you pulled away. “And you definitely wouldn’t have given him your approval when he asked if he could marry me.”

“I told him I’d give it away.”

“I kind of figured it out after the first clue,” you admitted with a smile. “Marriage has always been on the table, we just- haven’t found the right time. Plus, I know Chris. He is not the kind of guy who would do something this big if he didn’t have something bigger planned. He’s an actor who dabbles in directing, he likes his theatrics.”

“That he does,” your dad agreed. “You should probably get going, that boy has been waiting all day to slip a ring on your finger.” He told you and you chuckled as he steered you towards the cab. “Let’s not keep your future waiting any longer, shall we?”

“Of course not,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Good luck, Sissy.” Olive called as you got into the cab.

“Catch you on the flip side, Mrs. Evans,” Sebastian waved.
• • • • • • • •
The drive to the undisclosed location looked rather familiar, you couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you knew you’d been there before. You asked the driver how long the drive was going to take only to have him ignore you. You figured it was ‘cause Chris told him not to speak to you so you left it, diverting your attention to the key and envelope in your hand instead. There wasn’t much to the key, it was just a key; you slipped that into your pocket and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter Chris wrote when he started planning the scavenger hunt.

My dearest Y/N,

As I’m writing this letter, you’re five feet away from me fast asleep in my bed. You look breathtakingly beautiful, as always, with your makeup free face and disheveled hair. Dodger’s awake; he’s on the floor next to you ready to pounce on anyone- including me- to protect your beauty sleep. It’s nice knowing he loves you as much as I do, and I hope that he’ll replicate that same great love for our future children. (Or child, if you only want one. But whenever you’re ready and whatever you want, so no pressure.)

Now I know you must be wondering by now why I’m writing this letter to you, chances are that when you’re reading this- you’re on your way to meet me so I can propose to you. (I’d say ‘don’t freak out’, but I’m sure your smart brain already figured out what was happening before you got this letter.) I’m writing this letter because I want to say a few things that I know I won’t get through in person- without crying anyway. (And I also want to waste no time when you’re in front of me. I’m just going to drop to one knee and ask you to marry me without making a big speech first, ‘cause I’ve waited long enough and I am not going to wait another second for you to be my fiancée.) So let’s get to you, shall we?

The night we met wasn’t as big of a coincidence as you’d like to believe, the whole thing was actually the result of my puppeteering. I could credit Sebastian, who you’ve known for a while now, but he had no idea what he was doing when he answered my very innocent question “that actress Kevin just casted, um- what’s her name? Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t she a friend of yours, why don’t you invite her too?” He thought I was just being nice, that I had no idea who you were and wanted to get to know you before we started work together; he was very wrong. Hearing you got casted in The Winter Soldier was possibly one of the best days of my life, I’d been a fan for so long that- I didn’t see it as an opportunity to work with an amazing actress, I saw it as an opportunity to make you fall in-love with me. I thought it would be hard, but then again, I didn’t expect the beautiful and talented Y/N Y/L/N to be a fan of mine.

So yes, I’ve loved you for a while now. A long while, actually. I would’ve chased after you earlier but I was a little afraid you weren’t what I’d imagined you to, and a little afraid I wasn’t going to meet your standard of the perfect man. (After I read that interview you had with Cosmopolitan, I honestly thought being with you was a pipe dream.) But meeting you and getting to know you and seeing how you were with your parents and your little sister, I realized that you were exactly the person I thought you to be. And dating you made me realize that while I may not be perfect, I could be for you. In our four years of dating, you’d never failed to make me feel like I was enough. Even when we fought, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you were the one for me and I could do this for the rest of my life.

Flash forward to the present day, right? I’m hoping as you’re reading this, you’re smiling and thinking about our future together. I’m hoping that you don’t have a doubt in your mind about me, that you will say yes when I ask because you love me and you want to grow old with me. I know it’s not always easy because we’re constantly away from each other, and that sometimes phone calls and FaceTime sessions aren’t enough. I know we get tired and heartbroken when the other is on the other side of the world for months on end, but I also know what we have is special enough to hold on to. It’s not all bad. We’ve managed for four years, I think we can manage for the rest of our lives- or at least until we become irrelevant. (Doubt you will, my shining star.) Until then, we can visit, make full use of our hiatus/breaks, and of course- there’s always auditioning for the same film so even on the other side of the world, we’ll be together. There are a million loopholes and I am willing to find them with you, if you’ll have me.

Oh, and one final thing.

I know we’ve always talked about Boston being our home base because that’s my hometown and that’s why my heart is, but I’ve changed my mind. You are where my heart is now, wherever you go- that’s where I’ll go, that’s where my home is. Now I know you love me and I am your home too, but so is Olive. I know we talked about moving to Boston because I have a house there, but I can’t knowing that moving means making you start a long distance relationship with your baby sister. She’s eight and she needs you, so Boston can wait at least until she’s eighteen and ready for university. (She’s going to attend university at my alma mater, by the way.) Until then, we can just stay in our home in California which you should be arriving at at any moment now.


You looked out the window as the cab slowed to a stop. Your smile reached your eyes when you saw Chris standing next to a real estate sign, he smiled at you then slapped a big sold sticker on the sign. You got out of the cab then realized why you found the drive here so familiar, this was the open house Chris dragged you before he left for Houston. You loved it upon seeing it because it checked off every box in your criteria, you thought it was fate but you had no idea that Chris had actually spent the last year and a half looking for it and fixing it up. It didn’t occur to you that the questions he asked- “if you could change one thing about your kitchen, what would it be?”, “don’t you think a pool would be great?”, “how beautiful would a rose garden be?”, “if you could choose, hardwood or carpet?- was used to refine his search with his real estate agent. You didn’t know that the open house wasn’t actually an open house and you’d laughed when he said he was going to buy it, thinking he was joking because of the plans to move to Boston eventually. Boy, were you wrong about everything.

“Is this a joke?” You chuckled breathily as you made your way over to him.

“Nope,” he shook his head and took your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours. “Welcome home, Y/N.”

Part 5

Drinking Game, Never the Same.(Extended Version)

A/N: The long awaited extended version. If you already read my unedited version, reread this one because it’ll make more sense.

Here it was Friday night and while all the normal kids were out partying, here I was with a bed full of snacks watching Netflix. This was my usual ritual, especially when one of those parties was being thrown by my best friend Lydia. It was widely known she threw the best parties in Beacon Hills and no one, I mean no one, missed them. But tonight, drunken bodies grinding against each other didn’t really appeal to me. My friends had all begged me to come, and even now my phone chimed every other second it seemed from them asking me join them. I always politely declined, besides I was comfy in my warm bed.


I almost didn’t hear the sound at first. I didn’t pay much mind to it until…


I paused my show making my room go silent and I frowned as I looked around trying to find the orientation of the noise.

Tick. Tick.

I snapped my head in the direction of my window where I was sure the sound was coming from.

Tick tick tick tick tick.

Someone was throwing tiny rocks at my window, and the the latter time throwing more than one at once. I stood up slowly from my resting spot on my bed, and cautiously walked to my window. There was one more tick before I peered discreetly out my window. It was pretty dark out, but the street lamp that was just outside my house brought some light to my yard. There I saw a boy standing in the shadows of my lawn and he didn’t seem all that steady. He was looking on the ground for something and a second later he seemed to find it. I moved fully in front of my window, knowing now the culprit would be able to see me. I watched as he drew his arm back as to throw something, but stopped when he saw me. He remained just outside of the reach of the street light, hindering me from seeing his features. My eyes adjusted more to the darkness and I could see now that he was jumping up and down, waving his arms emphatically. This person apparently knew me, so I unlocked my window and slid the glass up.

“Y/N!” The boy yelled happily. The voice was familiar but there was a slight slur to his words.

“Who’s there?” I whispered loudly back.

“What do you mean ‘Who’s there’? You’re looking right at me.” He sassed loudly.

“No,” I said trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible. “All I see is a dark figure lurking in the shadows like a creep.”

“Ohhhh.” The boy sang. “Can you see me now?” He moved from the darkness to the light and finally I could see my mysterious visitor. The dull light lit up his features and I could see clearly now the goofy smile I loved so much.


“It’s me.” He slurred moving his hands in a dopey manner.

“Are you drunk?” I sounded.

“What? Me? No!” He swatted his hand forward dismissing the comment but swung too hard and stumbled a few steps forward.

“Okay. Slightly inebriated.” He chuckled.

I shook my head at him a smile forming on my lips. “Why are you here?”

“Lydia’s party was boring without you.” He said boisterously.

“Shhh.” I hissed bringing my index finger to my lips.

“Can I come in already?” He whined. I took a moment to mull this over but made my decision quickly when he clumsily wobbled aimlessly around like a ballerina humming an off beat tune.

“Yes! Fine! But be quiet!” I warned. I tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs, opening my door to my amber eyed best friend. Now up close I could see they were sort of glossed over and he wore a smile. I opened the door wider allowing him entrance and closed it silently after he walk through it. Stiles waited for me at the foot of the stairs, and I led the way to my room. His heavy feet stomped up the incline behind me, I winced each time praying my parents wouldn’t hear. I rushed him inside and closed my door. I breathed a sigh of relief blowing my bangs up momentarily in the process. I watched Stiles wonder around my room observing the photos he’d already seen a million times.

“How did you get here?” I asked not recalling have seen the big blue jeep out front.

“I walked.” He said as he started pulling articles out of his jacket pocket and unloading them on my bed.

“You walked from Lydia’s?” I implored almost forgetting to whisper.

“Mhm.” He hummed fiddling with the objects on the bed. They clanked together which made me think it was glass.

“What’s that?” I questioned stepping to him and pushed him aside so I could see. I gapped and let out a single breathy laugh as I took in the sight on my bed. There lie at least twenty five mini bottles of liquor.

“Where did you get these?” I asked in awe.

“Lisa Kudrow brought a case from her mom’s work at that fancy new hotel downtown.” He beamed. “You didn’t come to the party, so I brought the party to you.”

“Thanks bud.” I smiled raising my hand for him to high five it. Instead he went in for huge bear hug. It was endearing at first, but in his intoxicated state she did realize he was beginning to hug me too tightly.

“Stiles.” I wheezed.

“Oops, sorry Y/N.” He apologized releasing me. I smiling indicating I was okay and glanced at the alcohol again.

“Wanna play a round of buzz?” I offered with a cynical smile. Buzz was a drinking game my friends and I played any rare occasion we had alcohol drinks. It was simply, but increasingly hard the more you drank. It was basically a counting game, but by different multiples. For example, each person takes turns counting each, let’s say, seventh multiple you have to say buzz if you forget or say the wrong one you have to drink.

“Hell yeah.” He grinned.

We sat on my bed with all the drinks between us and began.

“Let’s do threes.” I told him. “One.” I started.

“Two.” He followed.

“Buzz!” I shout whispered.

“Three.” He continued.

“Drink!” I laughed picking up a random bottle and handing it to him.

“What?” He whined.

“It’s one, two, buzz, four, loser.” I pushed the bottle into his hand, and he snatched it jokingly. He unsealed it and chugged the liquid, making a face as he did. We kept going until both of us were too drunk to even know what a number was. Somehow we ended up on my floor laying next to each other, playing fuck, marry, kill.

“Okay.” I hiccuped. “Liam, Derek, Scott.

“Oh no.” Stiles laughed. He took a moment to think before answering. “Well I’d have to marry my best friend and kill Liam, for obvious reasons.”

“So you’d fuck Derek?!” I giggled a little obnoxiously due to my state.

“Well with Liam’s anger issues, what other choice do I have?”

“I knew you had a thing for Derek.” I teased.

“No way.” He mumbled. “I like boobs…and butts. Big butts.”

“Okay!” I said slapping his shoulder. “My turn.”

He smiled devilishly and when he said the names I was almost surprised I hadn’t expected them.

“Scott, Liam, and…Der-um actually me.”

With my mind slightly foggy, I tired really hard to consider my options. The three choices were all my friends, and Stiles my best friend. Trying to think of anyone of them that way felt weird.

“Well I guess I’d marry Liam, because he’s big and strong and could protect me.” I paused and drunkenly turned my head to Stiles to see his expression. Everything spun before it slowed resting on him. He was looking at the ceiling but nodded indicating he wanted me to continue. 

“and kill Scott, only because maybe if I did somehow I’d absorb his alpha powers.” Stiles snorted and finally turned his head to mine.

“It could happen.” I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. 

We both giggled crazily, but I didn’t really know why. When we settled a silence grew over us and I remembered I still had one more choice left. My heart lurched as I became aware of what I’d just implied. Stiles said nothing. Again he stared at the ceiling making it hard for me to read him. 

“You know what I remember?” I said quickly trying to change the subject.

“What?” My golden eyed friend asked finally looking over to me.

“I remember when you used to carry that ratty old bear around with you everywhere.” I giggled before letting out a loud hiccup.

Stiles turned a shade of scarlet and fought back a smile trying not to show his amusement of the memory.

“You know what I remember?” He said in a low voice, a smile forming over his lips.

He didn’t give me anytime to answer as he pounce on top of me quickly moving his fingers over my ribs and my underarms. The pleasurable yet painful sensation rushed over me as he found all my sensitive spots and attacked them. I cried out in uncontrollable laughter.  

“I remember.” He grunted followed by a laugh as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “that you’re really…”

He tickled my collarbone.


He tickled my ribs again.

“Ticklish.” He snorted as I finally pushed his hands away and tried to scurry away knowing he’d come back for more. I laughed again when he grabbed my waist pulling me back to him and than pinned my hands down to my side. We were both giggling and laughing no longer trying to keep our voices down.

“So,” he said finally. “You’d fuck me?”

I blushed at the words, realizing I’d never heard Stiles say something like that before. The question was loaded although it seemed simply. Would I have sex with my best friend? No. But apart of me felt like that’s what I was suppose to say, ‘No’. But did I really mean it? If the opportunity presented itself would I do…’it’ with Stiles?

His eyes scanned my face, looking over my hair, eyes, cheeks, and coming to rest at my lips. They lingered there for a moment before shooting up to my eyes, meeting my stare. His eyes widen as he seemed to realise what he’d just done and he quickly sat up. He scratched the back of his awkwardly mumbling something I didn’t quite catch. He struggled to look anywhere but at me only to catch himself accidentally gazing at my lips again. This exchange was odd for us, in our twelve years as friends I couldn’t recall an awkward moment between us. Even being drunk, I was confused as to why this exchange was different from all the others. But like a broken levy it came rushing to me all at once and with out warning. This was different because for the first time ever, there was an attraction between us. A desire to want more than words could hold. The way that Stiles looked at me only confirmed my suspicions, and somehow only made me want him more.

I sat up fully, which took him by surprise, and he watched me intently as I did so. He continued to watch me as I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly placing a kiss on his soft wet lips. The kiss was brief but seemed to last a life time. He tasted sweet and his lips held power over mine. I was curious as we pulled away, eyes still closed, if the there would be anything between us other than our long friendship. When I opened my eyes his were already wide looking at me. For a small second, we stared at each other gaging one another’s reaction. His eyes mirrored what I knew mine beamed, certain desire. No words were needed as we reconnected our lips once again, this time with more confidence and eagerness. Stiles moved his hand up to my cheek, pulling me closer to him. I craned up further to keep pace with his lips. I never knew that I could see Stiles this way. It was uncharacteristic of him, but he was mysterious and sexy. Sexy? The thought made me laugh in to our kiss. Stiles pulled away, his hand still tenderly on my cheek, and looked at me.

“What?” He asked concerned.

I realized I must have shook his confidence a little.

“You’re a great kisser.” I smiled trying to recover from my rudeness.

He smiled, and I was amazed at how the small action could make my heart speed up slightly.

“Bed?” I suggested. He nodded in response and I climbed on to my bed centring myself in the middle of it. Stiles climb on it but laid his body above mine. We’d never been so close and I could feel his body heat against. Something hard was pressing against my thigh and it didn’t take too much thought to realise what it was. The idea that I did that too him turned me on so bad. I reached between the two of us pulling at the hem of my shirt only to pull it off my body. Stiles stared at me clad in my bra. He blinked a few times and then his lips connected with my cleavage. He kissed it lightly following the natural curve of my breast. I sighed at the sensation and laced my finger in his hair. He moved down to my bare torso kissing every inch he could find, finally stopping at the waist band of my sleeping shorts. He glanced up at me asking for permission to take them off. I nodded and a second later they were tossed aside along with his t-shirt. His head was between my thighs now kissing up and down my thighs. I arched my back feeling my panties dampen each time his lips connected with them. I lifted my head up to watch him and noticed I was wearing my unicorn underwear, and cursed myself for picking today of all days to wear the most unsexy piece of clothing I owned. Stiles didn’t seem to mind as he skilfully discarded them from my body added them to the pile that was forming on the floor. He placed his head at my sex again, and without warning licked a stripe along my folds. I wined in pleasure as his tongue connected with my clit and he licked circles with it. I moaned and this only coaxed him to move faster along the sensitive bundle of nerves. Again, my fingers found his hair and tugged lightly on it pushing him further into my core. A rippling was forming in my stomach and my breathing became more and more laboured with every expert movement of his tongue.

“Stiles,” I breathed out knowing I was only seconds away from my release. “I’m going to come.”

“Come, Y/N.” His sweet voice saying the two words plummeted me over my edge and I writhed with satisfaction. He sat up from his perch between my legs licking every last bit of me from his lips. I was amazed at how sexy he could be without trying and I wondered how I’d gone this long without knowing. With both rid ourselves of the last of our clothing until we were both completely naked. Stiles was still sitting up and he looked over my body with greedy eyes. I hugged my chest, as I lay there, feeling exposed. But he pushed my arms away,

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he bent down to give me a kiss. His lips moved from mine to my jawline and up to the spot behind me ear down my neck nibbling and sucking until finally finding a home at my sweet spot on the crook of my neck. He hands floated over my body touching every inch it could reach.

“Stiles?” I wined.

“Hm?” He hummed into my neck.

“Fuck me, please?”

He stopped teasing me and sat up in awe of my words.

“W-what?” He stuttered.

“Please?” I begged and that’s all it took as he lined the tip of his hard length with my entrance.

“Are you sure?” He asked but I could already feel him entering achingly slow. I nodded my head furiously clawing at his hips to come closer to mine.

“Y/N, are you sure?” He said again and this time I heard the seriousness in his voice. I was unsure what response I was suppose to give. So I settle with a firm yes. Not a moment after I utter the word was the entirety of his member inside me and I chocked back a yelp that almost escaped me throat.

“Fuck.” Stiles groaned.

He began sliding in and out of me and at first it was slow and deliberate. But soon his thrusts quickened stirring up the familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. An excitement ran through my body at the though that I may come once again. I hadn’t had sex many times before, but not even to myself could I come more than once in such a small period of time. Stiles’s warm hands found my breast and held on to them as his movements grew needier and sloppy. With his thumb and forefinger he pinch and pulled the hard nubs adding to the pleasure he was already giving me. My wines and moans seemed to be giving him an equal amount of euphoria as I caught him several times watching me. He consistently grazed over my g-spot making the fire in my belly pool and threaten to spill over any moment.

“You’re going to make me come.” I wined digging my nails in to my bed sheets. He responded by slamming his body harder into mine and making his member hit my g-spot just as hard. I cried out and with one last thrust the fire inside me spilled over my body setting even my veins a flame. My walls tighten around him and I could feel him able to move easier inside me because of the new lubrication from my come. He threw his head back at the new feeling moving his hands from my boobs to my hips getting a better grip. Once again, he moved fast within me allowing me to ride out my orgasm and to reach his. Stiles let out a growl slowing his movements as I felt his hot white liquid released inside of me. He pulled out falling backwards on my bed, and only our breathing and the smell of sex filled my room. I laid there in a blissful state letting my thoughts run wild, and it was only when I began drifting off to sleep that it hit me.

We hadn’t used protection.

“Stiles!” I gasped shooting up.

He’d been a sleep and clumsily thrashed around on the bed only to fall off hitting the ground with a loud ‘thud.’

“What? What?” He said hastily massaging a spot on his back where he must have fallen.

“We fucked up.”

You were standing side stage, watching your boyfriend playing guitar. It was always something you enjoyed. Watching Tony pour himself into a show and have such a good time playing was something you never wanted to let go. However, right now, it was hard to focus on anything other than his fingers that moved delicately yet rapidly over his instrument, and not the one you wanted. He had been busy lately and hadn’t really been in the mood to do anything other than sleep. You had tonight planned, right down to getting the others out of the bus.

“Good night, Chicago!” You heard Vic yell out and immediately snapped your eyes up to the guys coming off stage. You wrapped your arms around Tony as he reached you, already having handed his guitar to their guitar tech.

“You did so well,” you whispered, ignoring the sweat covering his body as you pulled him closer. “As always,” you added as an afterthought and pulled back enough to peck his lips before pulling away completely and giving the others a hug. “You got me covered?” You whispered to Vic.

“Of course.” You smirked and pulled away as he did. “You owe me money for this.”

“I’m asking you to go party with a multitude of your friends, not to lick me.” His eyes widened before he grumbled something about not wanting to lick me anyways. You shrugged and turned back to Tony, who was wiping his face with a towel to get some of the moisture off. “Vic, Jaime, and Mike are going to a party. Do you want to go or head back to the bus with me?” This was the only part that there wasn’t really any way you could influence anything.

“I’ll head back to the bus with you. I’m not really in the party mood.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “We’ll see you guys later? One of you stay relatively sober.” You rolled your eyes and we began the walk to the bus.

“You know I love you right?” You asked casually. Tony looked at you weirdly before nodding. “And you love me too?” Your insecurities crept into your head. You didn’t want the night to turn into a pity party for yourself while you locked yourself in the back lounge.

“Of course, babe. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You nodded slowly and then glanced at Tony.

“I just miss you is all.”

“But we’re always spending time together?” It came out as a question since he was so confused. You gave him a look and realization crossed his face. “Oooooh.” He drug out the ‘o'and then smirked. “Is that why the guys are out tonight?” A blush rose to your cheeks.

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned and pulled you into the bus. Your eyes widened when his lips pressed against yours before you closed them and wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands gripped your hips. His lips moved to your neck.

“Tell me what you want,“he whispered against your neck.

"I just want you to touch me like you touch your fucking guitar,” you dared to say. You could feel the smirk against your neck and he bit into the skin, not hard enough to break skin. “Fuck,” you groaned. “I just want you.”

“That can be arranged,” he whispered huskily. “Now jump.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes closed as he pressed his lips to yours again. You could feel him walking and figured you would be in his bunk in a matter of seconds. He had different ideas.

“The back lounge?” You breathed as he kissed your jaw and then your collarbones. “Tony, people spend their time here.”

“Your point?” He asked and you could feel him in his turned on state pressing against you. You moaned as he hit the spot on your neck and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a bit. He let you go to pull it off completely. You were holding yourself up now as he threw it to the side and laid you down on the couch they had in the lounge. His hands moved under your shirt until you finally pulled it off, needing more contact. He pulled you up and unclasped your bra, obviously becoming impatient. He gave attention to both of your breasts and then began to travel further down. You went to touch him, but he grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands above your head.

“Tony,” you groaned in annoyance.

“If you touch me, I’ll stop,” he threatened. Your eyes widened. He’d done this before. Dominant Tony was your second favorite thing in the world, just him in general being the first. He let you go and continued. You fought back the urge to run your hands through his hair as he unbuttoned the shorts you were wearing and pulled both your shorts and underwear down at the same time. His eyes trailed over you. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed and then his tongue was on the place you need it the most. You moaned as it moved around. You moaned your hands and gripped his hair. He immediately pulled back.

“Shit,” you cursed and moved your hands quickly. “Fuck.”

“Since you can’t control yourself, you’re going to have to do something for me instead.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down before doing the same with his boxers. He looked at you before gesturing to his dick. “It’s not going to suck itself.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I should fucking slap you.”

“Oh, please do.” You held up your middle finger before wrapping your lips around him. He let out a groan. “God, I needed this. Fuck, (Y/N). I almost forgot how goddamn good you were at this.” You would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t full, but alas it was. You bobbed your head up and down and he threaded his fingers through your hair.

“I’m going to need you to stop so that I can be inside you.” His sentence ended in a moan. He pulled you up and laid back, pulling you down on top of him. He leaned over and grabbed his pants, pulling the foil package out. He opened it and quickly put the condom on. You gasped as he entered you and then moaned.

“Shit, Tony.” He guided you as you moved on top of him. “God, I love you,” You whimpered as he thrusted up into you.

“I’m so close, (Y/N).” You had gotten him closer than You had thought. Your hands landed on his chest for balance as you moved over him. He pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t done this in so long, and you were so ready for it that it was hard to contain. Tony flipped you over and went faster, rubbing your most sensitive spot in the process. You wanted to scream in ecstasy but didn’t want people to think we were shooting porn in here.

“Tony!” You screamed as he hit the spot you were hopping for him to find. All hope of being quiet was lost. “Right there,” you breathed.

“I- Shit.” Before you could say anything, he was shuddering over you, an orgasm wracking his body. You were soon to follow, both of you moaning each other’s names. He pulled out of you and disposed of the condom before returning back to you and picking you up, carrying to the bunk you two shared and crawling in after placing you in there. “Hey, babe. Don’t ever let me say I don’t want to make love to you, okay?” You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips before snuggling into him.

“Tony, (Y/N)! Get your damn clothes out of the back lounge!” You heard Jaime yell in the morning. You groggily opened your eyes, realizing that instead of being naked like you had been when you fell asleep that you were in Tony’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. You glanced up at him and saw that he was awake as well. “I take it you two had fun last night,” Jaime said with a smirk as he opened the curtain to your bunk.

“You too,” you retorted, noticing the bags under his eyes and the way he squinted in the light. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get up so that we can go get some breakfast.” He left afterwards and you looked up at Tony.

“I love you,” you whispered and pressed a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you too.” Then you were being tugged out to get ready for breakfast.

This is absolute shit and the first smutty thing I’ve ever written.

Sorry bout it caitlin-perry

Credit to whoever for gif

Man Of Your Word

Summary: Dean constantly flirts with the reader, but Dean always flirts with everyone. The reader convinces herself it’s nothing, until Sam tells her something that might make her feelings for Dean valid. Dean walking in on the reader while she’s jamming out provides the perfect situation for them to figure things out. 

Word Count: 4057

Song Pairing:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAQpLL1KFvU 

Author’s note: PURE SMUTTT! I realized I’ve been neglecting Dean and wanted to give you guys some good ole fashioned smut! This one is a good one, enjoy:) 

Hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester had been an interesting challenge, but had changed your life for the better. The real challenge was fighting your feelings for Dean, that was one monster you couldn’t kill. Dean was flirty by nature, and that was something you weren’t. He knew all his little comments had an effect on you and he loved it.

Dean would always tease you, and walk away like a smug bastard once he saw the red appear on your cheeks. The most recent incident was in the library the other day while you were helping with research. Sam asked if you could search for a certain book, “Sure thing Sammy”.

You’d already walked away from the table so you couldn’t see Dean’s reaction. He winked at Sam before excitedly getting up, tagging along after you. Sam shook his head as he watched the smug look appear on his brother’s face.

Walking past about five aisles of books you finally found the right one and as you walked down the aisle you felt someone watching you. Turning you saw Dean leaning against the shelf, “Thought you’d need some help princess”. You rolled you eyes and he smirked. Dean walked over to you, “Come on, what’s wrong with that?”.

Trailing your fingertips over the multiple books in the shelves you finally found what you were looking for, “Looks like I don’t need help Dean, found it myself”. You reached up to grab the book but you were too short, even on your tiptoes.

Suddenly you felt Dean press his body against yours as he reached for the book. You turned back around, your body pressed against both Dean and the bookshelf. He licked his lips before handing you the book, “This isn’t so bad huh princess?”.

You tried to respond but all you could focus on was how good it felt to have Dean so close to you. Realizing how obviously distracted you were you blushed, looking away. He smirked, “I meant accepting my help….wasn’t so bad huh”. You mentally cursed yourself as Dean mentally praised himself for getting a reaction out of you.

He took a step back giving you enough space to walk away. You tried to save yourself, “I don’t know Dean, it was enough to leave me speechless”. You began walking back to the table and smiled as you heard Dean laugh.

Ever since that moment Deans flirtations had only intensified, your one comeback had ignited a flame. It was like you were almost in a constant state of having butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps on your skin from his little touches.

You were sitting in Sam’s room doing research, him at his desk and you on his bed. The only noise in the room had been his typing until he turned around in his chair, “ I can’t do this anymore (y/n), when are you going to do something about Dean?”.

Trying to downplay the topic you said, “I don’t know Sam I know he can be annoying at times but-”. Sam raised his hand and you stopped your comment and just looked at him. His voice was calm, “You’re one of my closest friends and he’s my brother, I can see what’s happening”.

You were confused, “And what’s happening Sam?”. He ran a hand through his hair obviously frustrated, “You both have feelings for eachother”. Once he said it you found yourself blushing, was it that obvious? You tried to push things further down, “I’ll admit it I have feelings for Dean but-”.

Sam stopped you, “Don’t even (y/n), he DOES have feelings for you too. I know Dean sure he flirts with everyone, but it’s different with you”. You shook your head, still not convinced. Sam rolled his eyes, “You should see how happy he gets when you come around, he literally lights up. You’ll walk away blushing and he’s just standing there smiling to himself”.

You couldn’t help but smile, you knew Dean affected you but the thought that you also had an affect on him…Sam pulled you from your thoughts, “I love you (y/n), I wouldn’t lead you in the wrong direction”. He suddenly laughed, “You know it’s so obvious even Cas has picked up on it”.

You laughed too, “Fuck, I thought it was just all in my head you know? I never would’ve thought-”. You stopped your sentence when you heard a knock on the door and then it opened. It was Dean, “Only you two would be in a bedroom with the door closed for hours and be reading”.

What Sam had told you had given you confidence, you felt daring. You grinned, “Who knows what we were doing before?” finishing your sentence with a wink.  It was your turn to smirk while Dean tried to process something you’d said. Sam interrupted, “What’s up Dean?”.

He finally regained his train of thought, “Bobby said he needed us to run an errand for him, go check out this library a town over see if it has this book”. Sam nodded his head and Dean explained that they should leave as soon as they could. Dean asked, “Do you want to come (y/n)?”.

You shook your head, “I have a couple things I have to do around the bunker, it’s only going to take you guys an hour or so right?”. Dean nodded his head but looked a little disappointed. Sam got up from the bed, “Yeah won’t be too long”.

He joined his brother at the door and before leaving Dean looked you over, “Try not to miss me too much princess”.  Normally you would’ve just blushed, convinced yourself that you were just another girl to him, but this time you acted differently. You looked him over too and licked your lips, “Try not to miss me either Dean”.

There was a different kind of look in his eyes after hearing you say that. He stood there for a moment, not wanting to leave. Dean only moved from his spot when Sam called out for him, “Dean come on”. After Dean left the room you sat there, processing. There had been so much tension in that moment, and what was that look in his eyes?

You were pulled from your thoughts when you got a text from Sam, “Nice job finally making a move…somewhat of one…Dean is eager to get back so we won’t be long”. You laughed after reading that, you one little comment did all that?

It felt thrilling to know that you could have Dean all flustered too, it made you feel powerful. Getting up from the bed you decided to start on cleaning up the bunker somewhat. You all took turns picking up when you could, and this would be the perfect time.

You actually didn’t mind cleaning, you blared your music and just jammed out. Sam had found a way to hook up the speaker system in the bunker to play music, and it was awesome. It was like your own personal concert with all your favorite bands and singers.

Before you could hook your phone up you got a facetime call from Charlie. Charlie hunted off and on with you guys and she’d become your best friend. She knew about your feelings for Dean and basically told you what Sam had, you and Dean had feelings for eachother.  

By now you were in the kitchen planning to start with the dishes. Leaning over the kitchen counter you picked up, “Hey Charlie, what’s up?”. She started right away, “Okay what is this I hear about you FINALLY making somewhat of a move on Dean?!!”. You laughed, word travels fast huh?

Next would Castiel suddenly pop in to congratulate you, “Sam told you?”. She nearly shook the phone as she screamed, “Yes Sam told me! He said the sexual tension in the room was so thick you could stab it with an angel blade!”.

You smiled, “I mean….wait this whole time have you and Sam been talking about Dean and I?”. Charlie rolled her eyes, “DUH! You two are totally pulling a Ron and Hermione, Sam and I actually call you guys by those names-”.

Your jaw dropped, “That’s why you guys always talk Harry Potter?! This whole time-”. She laughed, “You can be angry later now is the time we talk about your plan of action for Dean”. Plan of action? It just felt like things had started.

You explained, “Charlie it’s been 5 minutes and you’re asking about a plan? Look I love you but I need to just be  before I start to freak. I have this new confidence and I don’t want to lose it because I’m trying to make a plan”.

She understood, “Alright, I love you but this isn’t over. I’m going to come over tomorrow and then we’re going to have a nice long talk”. Laughing you agreed and then hung up the phone. Before anyone could call you next you decided to put your phone on do not disturb and just play your music.

You couldn’t help it but Dean consumed your thoughts, to be honest your dirtier thoughts. There was one playlist you had for times where you couldn’t help but think about his lips on yours. Since you were home and you’d have an hour you decided it would be fine to play it.

Between the music blaring and the water running you couldn’t hear a thing. You grinned as your favorite song blared all throughout the bunker, it was a rap song. Dean still remained outdated about his music choice but there was occasionas where he liked a certain song you played.

There was something about this song that just made you think of him, think about the things you could do while it was playing. You knew it was cliche but certain songs were just meant for things like that. You found yourself swaying your hips as it played.

I been walking ‘round like I don’t give a fuck, fuck, fuck
And it’s probably for the better baby

The lyrics reminded you of yourself, you hid the way you felt from Dean. Part of you had always thought that maybe he hid it too, and now you knew he did. You continued to wash the dishes, but found your mind elsewhere.

Brought your friends into my crib, But you’re the only one that’s staying
Well that’s me, just being a little cocky

The music was so loud that you didn’t hear the door open, and close. You didn’t hear the footsteps, and you didn’t see that Dean was back home. He stood there watching you dance to the music, licking his lips.

We can do it on the stairs like I’m Rocky, I could prepare you a three course meal but it’s not me, I rather eat her out like Hibachi

His jaw dropped a little at the lyrics as he thought, “This is what (y/n) really listens too?”. He felt himself begin to get aroused at the thought of you and such sexual lyrics together, was this what you wanted? Dean had begun to realize that there was a lot more to you than he truly knew, someone hiding behind that innocence.

So come over tonight, ain’t nobody home
We can fuck anywhere, you already know

By now you stopped washing the dishes all together, just dancing. Placing your hands on the counter you moved your ass in a slow circle before sliding down, your knees now fully bent. You bounced your ass to the beat and then moved back up, sticking your ass out while shaking it.

This ain’t no surprise party, We could start on the bed, end up on the floor
Fuck in every room, girl, I’ll give you a tour

Dean stood there watching you, his erection growing. He licked his lips while thinking, “Fuck I didn’t know (y/n) danced like that…her ass bouncing like that makes me think how she’d bounce on-”. Dean pulled himself from his thoughts, he was slipping to deeply into his other side.

This ain’t no surprise party
Girl, and you don’t need no invitation

Letting the music wash over you you closed your eyes as you turned around. You rolled your hips forward while moving your hands down your body, brushing your breasts and lightly grazing your thighs. When you opened your eyes your jaw dropped, how long had Dean been there?

You stood there breathless, unsure of what to say. Dean filled the silence, “I..Sam decided this could be a one man job…I texted you”. As he spoke he’d taken steps toward you, closing the space between you both.

Yo I woke up feeling like my life was excellent
She jumped on top of me like “Let’s have sex again”

You didn’t know what to say, “My phones on do not disturb..uh the song…I-”. By now he was only inches away from your body, and he looked you up and down. Since you were home alone you’d only been in an oversized tee and your underwear. You felt like you were melting while watching him take in your body.

He reached out but stopped himself by placing his hands on either side of the counter behind you. Dean was trying to restrain himself, he wouldn’t be able to hold back when it came to you. The truth was that there was a side to Dean that not many knew, an extremely dominant side.

This ain’t no investigation, I don’t even question it
I’m the type to inspire your girl to get undressed again

Dean allowed himself to flirt with you in hopes that it would be enough and suppress his intense urges, but the way you acted today made it impossible. He finally spoke, “When it comes to you (y/n) I just can’t control myself…”. While speaking his hands found your hips, and a thousand butterflies took flight in your stomach.

Your voice was shaky, “Then let yourself lose control Dean”. When he heard you say that his grip tightened, and you brought your body closer to his. He shook his head, “You don’t know princess I-”. With your hands you brought his head up, “Dean you’re not the only one who wants this, I want this so bad”. Dean bit his lip still unsure, he knew that once this started he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. To convince him you started to undo his belt, rolling with your new found confidence.

You leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I’m not some delicate thing you can destroy Dean, please”. Dean’s breathing had become more rapid, he’d never had someone affect him like this before. He suddenly took your face in both his hands, “Fuck (y/n) you don’t know what you do to me, if-”.

You cut him off by pulling his hips closer to yours, “Dean do you know how many nights I’ve spent unable to sleep just because some little thing you’ve said to me? Why don’t you finally become a man of your word and-”.

In his head he said, “Fuck it” and finally placed his lips on yours. It was a hungry kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths while your hands explored each others bodies. It was only a kiss but your entire body already felt on fire.

When the kiss was over Dean stood there with a smirk as he looked you over again, “It’s very naughty of you to only be wearing this when Sam and I could be home any second..”. His hands now played with the hem of your shirt, and he lifted it up slightly to see you were only wearing underwear.

You breath hitched as he took in your black lace thong, and he shook his head grinning. Licking his lips he said, “Only in your panties princess? Fuck I bet you wanted me to come home and find you like this…wanted me to just fucking take you right here huh”.

His words were turning you on so much, you felt your panties begin to soaken. Dean wanted a reply so he loosely placed a hand around your neck, “Answer me (y/n) is that what you wanted to happen?”. His grip made it slightly hard to breath, making it even harder to process.

You barely got out, “Yes Dean, yes”. Dean bit his lip, thinking. Suddenly he lifted you up and placed you on the counter, his hands resting on your knees. He looked up at you, “Dirty little girl….you’re making things harder for daddy”.

When you heard Dean call himself daddy you automatically moaned, it was something you’d secretly always wanted. You were starting to see what he’d been talking about, the other side to him. Dean of course picked up on it, “You like it when I call myself daddy don’t you, fuck you’re going to ruin me princess”.

He spread your legs grinning at how wet you already were, “So wet and I haven’t even started”. While speaking he grabbed your legs by the backs of your knees and pulled you closer to him. Looking down at him you rested your hands on his shoulders, your breath hitched in anticipation.

Dean lowered his head and slowly dragged your underwear down, “You look so good (y/n)”. This was something you’d always wanted to happen and had played out roughly 100 times in your head. You decided to respond how you would’ve in your mind, “I taste even better Dean”.

His jaw actually dropped and he looked up at you with pure desire in his eyes. He placed a leg over each shoulder and you moved your hands to his hair. Dean licked his lips one more time before finally moving his mouth centimeters away from your pussy.

You closed your eyes as his hot breath sent shivers down your spin. Dean shook his head, “Open your eyes for daddy princess, I wanna see your beautiful reactions”. You just nodded your head, but then you remembered what happened last time so you responded, “Yes Daddy”.

He smirked, “Good girl”. Dean then used two fingers to spread your folds, fully exposing your clit. He took your clit between his lips, lightly sucking.

You bit your lip to hide a moan, it felt so good. Dean groaned which made your entire lower region vibrate, “Fuck Dean”.

He moved his head up and down, moving his tongue up and down your slit. You grabbed a fistfull of his hair and he groaned again. When you tugged on his hair it felt so good for Dean, almost massaging his scalp.

Dean started to move faster with his tongue and you bucked your hips toward him. You moaned, “That feels so good Dean”. This encouraged him and he moved even faster with his tongue. He made his way back up to you clit, focusing solely on it.

He took it between his lips again, but this time lightly nibbled on it. The slight pain felt so good and you moaned his name. You felt him smile against your skin, obviously proud of himself. If you weren’t feeling an immense amount of pleasure you would’ve cursed him.

Dean put his hands on your hips angling your body so he could get more of you. You were guiding his head with your fistulls of hair, needing even more of him. Every once and awhile Dean would flick his tongue over your clit, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin.

The eye contact between you both made things even hotter, and you felt yourself so lost in it all. Dean moved his head in multiple directions, almost licking as much of you as he could. He’d change speeds, going extremely fast and then slow again, causing you to gasp.

Dean loved every moment of it, looking up at you and seeing how much pleasure he was causing you. He wanted nothing more than to watch you come undone at his touch, having complete control over you. Dean lifted his mouth away for a moment, “I want you to cum for me (y/n), cum when I tell you to”.

Dean’s demanding side was so arousing to you. He put his mouth back on your clit and you moaned, “Yes Dean”. He groaned against your skin again at how submissive you were for him. You felt yourself getting closer to orgasm, and Dean could feel it too.

He almost nodded at you, his way of telling you to finally cum for him. After that he started moving his tongue even faster, shocking your entire body. His tongue moved in every direction, changing patterns, but going faster and faster.

You held tightly onto his head as your orgasm shook through you. An earthquake of pleasure traveled all over your body, your core the epicenter. Dean felt your walls closing against his tongue, and he moaned into you.

He watched you hit your climax, and your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Watching you come undone like that was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. You screamed out his name as your body literally shook, and he felt you pulsating.

Dean also watched you recover from your orgasm, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You opened your eye again and looked down at him, his tongue still inside you. Slowly he moved his head away, but placed a kiss right above your clit.

He now stood up normally, perfect eye level with you. Dean wrapped one hand around your waist and the other on your cheek, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known (y/n)”. Somehow after everything that had just happened you found yourself blushing and looking away.

Dean lead your head back to him and smiled, “I mean it….I’m in love with you”. You placed one hand on his chest while wrapping the other around the back of his neck. Smiling you replied, “I love you two Dean, so much”.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck and laughed, “It finally took us long enough”. With both hands you brought his head back, kissing him lightly. You felt him smile through the kiss and you knew you were in for it now.

How could one man go from making you call him daddy to being completely giddy by kissing you? You smiled while shaking your head, the multiple sides to Dean was what made him so perfect. He had his classic smirk on his face, “Seeing you dance like that put a thousand different thoughts into my head (y/n)”.

You laughed, “Oh really like what?”. He bit his lip and then opened his mouth to speak but stopped once he heard the door open and close. You realized that your music had stopped playing awhile ago, and now you could hear the footsteps.

You went to jump down from the counter but it was too late, Sam was already in the room. Dean turned his head, greeting his brother with an extremely smug look. Sam looked confused, “Dean I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that while you two are both fully clothed”.

Dean looked to you and winked before answering his brother, “Who knows what we were doing before?”. You buried your face in Dean’s chest, a mixture of embarrassed but also amused. You and Dean both began to laugh while Sam shook his head, “I’m happy you two finally told each other how you feel, but stop celebrating in places where we eat”.

Dean smirked again, “Oh but Sammy I was eating-”. You hit Dean’s chest stopping him from finishing his sentence, but Sam had already gotten the idea. Sam put his hands up in defeat, “Don’t need you to paint a picture for me Dean, this bunker has a hundred rooms go find one”.

Dean stepped back, letting you step down from the counter. You turned to walk away and Dean slapped your ass, “Will do Sammy, will do”. You started to laugh and Dean took you by the hand and lead you to his room. Sam had put an idea into his brother’s head, Dean was now determined to explore every room in the bunker with you…..even Sammy’s.

It Hurts Like Hell
                                    - PART I

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 1 491

Events in the story begin TVD mid-season 6 ,
before the merge and continues on afterwards.

Kai kidnaps reader to force the MF gang to give him the 1994 Ascendant.
(It’s a little AU but … I hope you like it.)


It was already dark , the streets of Mystic Falls deserted. She had spent the past few hours catching up with her friends at the Grill.
Y/N turned the corner and started walking. A few minutes passed and Y/N felt someone following her. She turned around but there was no one there , so she kept going but the feeling of being followed didn’t go away. Y/N turned around again and came face to face with Kai.
“Oh hello.” he said , innocently. “Enjoying your walk?”
Y/N froze in place. Kai was dangerous , unpredictable and whatever he wanted from her … it wasn’t going to end well for her.
“Kai… why are you following me? What do you want?” she asked nervously.
“Who says I’m following you?” he asked smirking.
That smirk always made Y/N’s heart flutter. It was insane , Kai was a sociopath with murderous tendency … He had done so many awful things. Something’s must be wrong with me. she thought.
“What do you want Kai?” she asked again.
“Sorry to disappoint , but it’s not gonna happen.” she shook her head turning around to leave but Kai was faster than her and he blocked her way. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Get out of my way.”
“Why didn’t you run when you first saw me ? Is it because you are drawn to the darkness in people ? Damon mentioned it in the Prison World…” he said not taking his eyes off of her.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” she said , wriggling her way around him but he grabbed her wrist , making her spin around so fast she got smacked against his body.
Kai clenched his jaw , anger flashing in his eyes.
“Let go of me.” she said trying to keep her voice calm , it was anything but. Having Kai this close to her was starting to doing things to her.
Snap out of it.  she told herself.  He is going to hurt you.  
Y/N spotted Stefan on the other end of the street and called out for him , but he didn’t appear to hear her at all.
“He can’t hear you. I may have put a cloaking spell on us.” he said suddenly serious. Y/N’s heart was beating faster than ever and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or because of how close Kai was standing. He was right. She was drawn to darkness , towards him but at the same time she was scared as well.
“Which means I can do this.” he said.
Before Y/N has had time to process what was happening , the world around her went dark.


Y/N woke up feeling dizzy with a slight headache at the back of her head. She tried to move but couldn’t - her wrists and ankles were tied up.
“What the hell?” she muttered under her breath. She was tied up to a chair in a room with a very small window , too small for her to escape she noted , not that she’d be able to undo the knots anyways …
A few moments later footsteps echoed and the door swung open.
“Oh , you are awake ! Good.” he said approaching her. “Now we can have some fun.”
Y/N looked at Kai confused. What was going on ?
“You know , Kai … ” she started to say “Kidnapping me and tying me up was a complete waste of time. You should’ve just asked.” she said adding a small sarcastic smile at the end.
“Where is the fun in that ?” Kai said smirking.
His phone rang and he stepped outside to answer the call. Y/N tried to make out some part of the conversation to try and figure out why he had taken her , but no such luck. The weird thing is that she should’ve been worried , terrified even. Kai was a sociopath , who knew what he could do to her… but she wasn’t. It was as if somehow he had gotten  her emotions mixed up. 
The first impression Kai had given her when they met for the first time at the Grill a few days ago was seared into her mind… He had been charming as hell and before she even knew what was happening to her , something had stirred inside her. 
Y/N knew the logical decision was to run and part of her wanted to , but another wanted to stay.
She sighed , Maybe I am starting to lose my mind.  she thought.
Her life hadn’t always been this complicated. She grew up in Mystic Falls , a small boring town where nothing interesting or even remotely dangerous ever happened. That was until the Salvatores rolled into her life and things had changed completely. Y/N learned that vampires , witches , werewolfs were real and her best friend - Stefan Salvatore - was a vampire… and now so were two of her childhood friends - Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes.

A few minutes passed and Kai came back with a food tray.
“I made you lunch.” he said , as if it was the most ordinary thing ever - making lunch for someone you’ve kidnapped and tied up to a chair in an unknown location.
Y/N stared at him for a few moments. “Thaanks … I guess.” she said pausing for a moment “Not sure how I am going to eat that , tho. You tied me up , remember ?”
Kai squinted his eyes for a moment , considering if he should untie her or not.  
“If you try to run , I will hurt you.” he warned , Y/N nodded and Kai untied her hands. Y/N waited until he was distracted and made a run for it. She ran past him , shutting the door behind her with a loud bang , then down the hallway , trying to find a way out.
What is this place ? she thought , hearing footsteps catching up with her.  Y/N tried to open one of the doors but they were all locked.  Finally she reached a staircase leading upstairs somewhere and she started climbing as fast as she could.
Kai had already caught up with her. He grabbed her foot , pulling her down the stairs and pinned her on the ground.
“What did I say about running away?” he said out of breath , his hand wrapped around her neck. “Did you think I’d let you go so easily ? Wrong.”  
“Just kill me , Kai , and get it over with.” Y/N barely managed to say.
“I don’t want to kill you , Y/N. ” he said , his voice suddenly soft. “I don’t want to hurt you either… You are leverage.”
He pulled her up , his grasp on her hand so tight it was causing her pain. “And you are not going anywhere before I get what I want.”
“And what is that ?” she croaked , her throat still hurting.
“The Ascendant for the 1994 Prison world, of course. I don’t want it used against me.” Kai said while dragging her with him back her ‘room’.  He tied her up again.
“Don’t worry. You will be back with your annoying friends soon enough.” Kai whispered , leaning in closer. “I hoped I wouldn’t have to drag you into this but …”
Right in this moment his phone rang and Y/N caught a glimpse at the screen. ’Stefan’.
“Right on cue.” Kai said answering the phone. “Hello , Stephen. Are you ready to make a deal or … ” he trailed off.
Of course it would be Stefan that comes to her rescue. ‘Always the hero’ , as his brother Damon liked to say.
Whatever Stefan said clearly made Kai upset. He clenched his jaw and hissed through his teeth.
“Whatever happens to Y/N from this point on … it’s all on you.” Kai grabbed a knife from a small table near by and stabbed Y/N in the abdominal making her cry out in pain.  From the other end of the phone , she could hear Stefan scream ‘STOP!’ …  Kai pulled out the knife and plunged in her abdominal again before returning his attention to the phone conversation with Stefan.
“She will bleed out in a few hours. Better think fast. Tick tock …”

Her vision blurred , the world starting to spin. She wasn’t sure if it was the pain or the blood loss. A very blurry version of Kai left the room.
Y/N kept blacking out and waking up.  Y/N had no idea how long it had been since Kai had left her , all she knew is that every time she became conscious , she felt weaker.
Someone shoved a hand full of pills into her mouth alongside some water. Slowly the pain started going away and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.