Prompts: dan being fucked from behind please?/// I literally just need the kinkiest shit you can write, anything you want. Maybe bondage, and Neko!dan would be nice. Just a suggestion, you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to ;) -thanks, a friendly anon /// Can you do one where neko!Dan wants to try being Dom! and Phil lets him thenm ends up being Dom! because Dan can’t bring himself to boss Phil around or something along those likes?
Author’s Note: its been like 1,000 years since I posted something sorry bout that anyways ilu guys i hope u like it <3 (1.7k words)
This is for @sybaritismfics! She’s another talented fellow author, who offered her friendship. :)
“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”
Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and
then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed.
She should have expected it, really. As much as they were both at her
house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already. But this was
Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had
to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been
safe. What was he doing here two nights in a row?
“Earth to Marinette?”
She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.
Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them. “Yeah, patrolling! I was
just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in
their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll
just, uh, be on my way—”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him
with his torso already half outside. She coiled the end of it around
her fist and tugged, smirking. “If you don’t stick around, then you’re
going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”
Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.
“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on
the chaise. “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half
of Paris’s super duo. And don’t even try to tell me this was the first
time. That cat has obviously been here before.”
“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”
“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.” He dropped to the floor
next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head
against her knee. “You might as well come clean. You know the
Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till
she gets her scoop.”
Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned. “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”
“ ‘Princess’? He has a pet name for you? Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”
“A while?” She shrugged. “I don’t really remember when it started. And it wasn’t that often at first.”
Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview. “How did it even start?”
“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around
the rooftops. I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while,
and…” She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his
head and began to absently scratch his ears. Chat pushed his head into
her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.
Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.
“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company. And she feeds me.”
Alya laughed. “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”
“Well, I do now,” she laughed.
“Hey!” He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.
“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.” His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.
Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t
comment. “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero
visiting your bedroom, Mari?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again. “The first time, I thought
it was a one-time thing. And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just
happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’
“A few hours?”
“We were bored.”
“Whatever.” Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “I just didn’t
mention it. I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to
freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly. “If it got out that I
like to come here, it might put her family in danger. And if it got out
that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”
“I guess I can see that.” Alya nodded thoughtfully. “So, you guys are just…friends? What do you do?”
“Whatever, really. Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”
“I help her with her physics.” Chat grinned. “And model for her when she needs a muse.”
“With, or without the suit?”
“Alya!” Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.
“What? It’s a valid question.”
Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively. “With the suit, this time. But next time? Who knows.”
She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee. “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Do I have to?” He pouted.
“Yes. Go. I’ll see you…another time. Ok?”
“Fine. A cat knows when he’s not wanted.” He stood and winked at
Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see. Then
climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in
the ceiling. “See you later, Ladyblogger. Goodnight, Princess,” he
called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.
Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight
with a soft smile. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”
Can you write an imagine where the reader turns off her humanity because Enzo tells her Stefan doesn’t feel the same way that she does. 21 47 110
Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting a lot. I’m going through some things. My mom has cancer so I’ve been really distracted. Trying my best to keep it together, love you all. And thanks @rock-n-magick for helping me write this, give her some love.
“Oh, for God’s sake! If I catch you eye raping Stefan one more time, I fear I might have to gauge my eyes out.” Your best friend’s voice made you look away from the youngest Salvatore.
“Enzo!” You scolded, kicking his leg.
“I’m only speaking the truth, love.” He grinned.
“I wasn’t eye raping him either, I was simply admiring from a far.”
“I’ll never understand why you keep chasing after him, he’s in love with Elena.”
You stayed quiet, folding your arms over you chest. “I know he is, but I also know he likes me. I mean, we have chemistry.”
Enzo sighed, leaning his head against the couch. “What will make you believe me? What will make you see that Stefan doesn’t feel the same about you?”
“Enzo they’re friends, that’s it.” You shook your head, why was he so obsessed with that topic?
“One day the light will shine bright and open your eyes, then you’ll see.”
A couple of weeks passed and it was the perfect day to take a walk. Enzo strolled into the boarding house, walking past the den to get to your room.
Suddenly Enzo paused and turned around, as something caught his eye. Stefan was on top of Elena, their eyes locked. None seemed to even notice him; there was something in the air; it made Enzo pull out his phone and sneak a picture.
“Y/N?” Enzo said softly, walking into your bedroom and shutting the door.
“Hey! I was just about to call you, wanna grab a couple drinks at the Grill?” You smiled warmly.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew what he was about to do would hurt you, but it just had to be done. “I need to show you something, Y/N.” he spoke slowly.
“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”
Enzo sat on the edge of your bed. “As your best mate, I will no longer allow Stefan to toy with your emotions. I will no longer allow you to be so blind.”
You peered at the photo Enzo was showing you. You felt something in your chest knot up and tug harshly. You blinked slowly and the silent tears fell down your cheeks as you looked up at Enzo. “But… But I thought they were just friends… We had so much chemistry and such a bond and I- I-” You stumbled, chest heaving as you felt your heartstrings break. You felt so many emotions flood over you that you collapsed into Enzo’s chest.
“Y/N, you can’t be this blind, Stefan and Elena belong together! He doesn’t love you, he never truely has and he never will, okay? Open your eyes!” Enzo ran his fingers through his hair.
You sat and stared, confused as to why you weren’t bleeding all over the place, even though your heart had just been crushed and battered. “Why? Why doesn’t he love me? Am I not good enough? Why does it hurt? Enzo, it hurts.” You craddled yourself numbly. “…Everything hurts.”
It seemed to him a good idea at the time. “Turn it off.” You faced your best friend, cheeks moist with tears. Enzo cupped your cheeks. “It’s okay to turn it off, nothing will hurt anymore. Okay? You’ll feel nothing.” Your eyes searched his one last time before a dull look filled them. The last unshed tears fell as you blinked, face finally expressionless.
You pulled away, wiping your cheeks. You threw your hair into a high pony tail and grabbed your coat. “You were right… I don’t feel anything.” You turned towards Enzo. “And my God, it feels good.” You smirked.
He stared at you, taking in your new attitude. “Where are you going?” “Have a snack. Are you in?”
“Why not? It seems like I got a new murder buddy.” Enzo laughed.
It was past midnight when you look around; bodies upon bodies littered your bedroom floor. You and Enzo had been celebrating life in general by drinking and feasting, completely disregarding the human lives.
“Try her!” Enzo spoke over the music as he nudged you the girl he was curently sucking dry. You grinned, brushing her hair our of the way as you began gulping down her warm blood. Enzo watched you in amazement before joining you on the other side of her neck.
Suddenly, the music stopped. You looked up to see Stefan holding the remote in his hand, arms crossed, an annoyed look on his face. You smiled, blood dripping down your chin.
“What the hell is going on?” Stefan scanned all the bodies that littered the floor.
“Hi Stefan.” You smiled and pushed the girl off your bed, her body hitting the floor. “Came to join us? We’re celebrating.”
“You turned your humanity off.” Stefan observed.
“I did! And it’s been a blast!” You giggled, Enzo eyed you.
“Enzo.” Stefan’s low voice accused, but before Enzo could speak, you went on.
“Alright, ‘dad’. If you’re here to complain, you might as well just turn around and leave.”
Stefan looked back at you, surprised. Ever since you two met, you had never used that tone with him. You always spoke to him with chaste adoration, but now it seemed as if he was only a bore, some stranger that was in the way of your fun.
“Well, I do live here.” He commented, crossing his arms. “Your behavior is unsettling.”
“Well,” you mimed him, “Some people would also find unsettling the view of you and Elena almost having sex downstairs, but hey! Not me!” You chuckled emotionlessly as you watched his eyes widen from your comment. “Ah, this is so boring. Enzo, come on. Let’s go before daddy gets us grounded.”
As you walked past him, Stefan felt a heavy weight settle on his heart. He glared at Enzo. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Enzo stared back at him; a flash of doubt in his eyes. “So do I.”
Stefan couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head, he couldn’t believe what was happening. You were one of the most compassionate people he knew, you rarely fed from people, blood bags only. You cared for human life but now you were tearing through people like there was no tomorrow.
A knock rang through the house, pulling him from his thoughts.
Liz stood at the door, a grim expression on her face. She held a file and looked at Stefan. He knew this was about Y/N. “Everything okay?”
“Not even close. Stefan, Y/N has ripped through the town like a plague, she’s killed more than 20 people in the last week. People are noticing and I can’t keep blaming peoples heads being ripped off on some animal.”
Stefan nodded, “I’ll talk to her.”
You stumbled in, a guy strung around your waist as the two of you walked towards your room. You planted your lips to his sloppily as you opened your bedroom door.
Stefan sat on your bed, no expression on his face.
“Whose this?” The guy beside you quizzed.
“No one, baby.” You smiled and glared at the youngest Salvatore. You turned towards your guest and told him to go to the den and get some whiskey. He quickly stumbled out. “You’re ruining my night.”
“Am I?” Stefan shrugged.
“What is this about? I have plans for tonight.”
“Like screwing that guy’s brains out and then draining him?”
You smirked to yourself. “Jealous?”
You walked over and placed yourself on his lap, gripping his shoulders. “It could always be you, just ask.”
“Not when you’re like this.” Stefan gripped your hips and removed you from his lap.
“I’m not like anything, Stefan. This is me, accept it and move on.”
“This is not you.” Stefan could barely contain his anger, he felt like you had died and someone was living in your body and using your voice.
“You know something, Y/N? You’ve only heard his point of you, you never asked for mine.”
“What the hell are you getting at?” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“What Enzo saw last week was nothing. Elena and I were just-”
“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit” You turned to walk out the door. Stefan had you pinned against the wall in an instant, his face inches from yours. “Get off of me!” You growled and pushed against him.
“Stop.” He said calmly.
“I don’t wanna here this, Stefan I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about anything okay! Now mov-”
“Shut up and listen to me!” He screamed, his hand gripping yous roughly. “Just listen.” He took a breath.
You weren’t gonna let him bully you, you stared into his eyes with defiance. “What happened last week was an accident. Elena ingested some wolfbane and she was losing it. She came after she and I pushed her, it got crazy and I fell when I was trying to restrain her. Yes, I still love Elena, but you never stop loving your first love. She won’t be my last though, okay? I love you, Y/N. I love you, not her. I want you, not her. And seeing you like this is breaking me.”
You looked away, his stare was too intense. “Don’t fight this, turn them back on. Turn your emotions back on and come back to me.” Stefan pleaded, his hands cupping your cheeks. His eyes were pure and pained and you knew they were honest.
And just like that all everything came onto you like a wave, you felt like you couldn’t breath. Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt ashamed that you had terrorized the town. “Oh, what have I done!” You cried into Stefan’s chest.
“It’s okay, you’ll forgive yourself.”
“I hurt everybody, I hurt you.”
“It’s okay, shh shh.” He cooed and cradled you. “Please never leave me like that, I almost lost you.”