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blood sharing (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: blood sharing (obvs), allusions to sex, female identifying reader

a/n: this is purely self indulgent. i'm not good with smutty things, but it's kinktober, so here's the only thing i can contribute. anywhooo. enjoy?

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He was hungry, and you could tell.

The way he stood as far apart from you was the first sign. Then, the veins under his eyes that he tried so desperately to hide by turning his face. The clenching and unclenching of his fists, like he fought the urge to run across the room and suck you dry.

"Go and get food," you said, arms crossed uncomfortably as you took in the starving vampire.

"I can't leave you, darling," Kol cooed, looking up at you. "I'm supposed to stay in this room and protect you. Brothers orders." "And you listen to your brothers?"

"For pretty girls, I'll listen to them," Kol flirted, but you could tell it was forced. He hadn't had food in a while, and he was in here because of you.

Guilt gripped your heart, as well as morbid curiosity. You harbored a school-girl crush on Kol, and the cheesy novels you read always made you wonder what it would feel like to be the victim of a vampire's appetite. Plus, you felt bad that he was struggling. At least, that's what you told yourself.

"You can feed on me," you whispered. Kol heard you, though, his head immediately shooting up to look at you.

"Bad idea, luv."

"I trust you to not, uh, kill me," you chuckled nervously. Kol dared take a step closer to you, and you fought the urge to step back. He was intimidating, albeit a cheeky bastard. Your heart raced as he approached you, towering above your smaller form.

"Is this out of the kindness of your heart or some other need?" Kol murmured, reaching up to play with a strand of your hair. Your breath became shaky as you dared to make eye contact with the original vampire. His eyes were darker than usual, and his gaze was fixed on your mouth, on the way you licked your lips. "See, darling, I think you want me biting you, taking you as mine." Kol circled you, standing behind your form as he pulled your hair away from your neck. You gulped, your eyes fluttering close as his fingers traced over your carotid artery. His other hand traced up and down your forearm, creating goosebumps in his wake.

"I don't think you have the guts to bite me," you whispered, challenging him. The reverberating dark chuckle told you that you were stepping into dangerous territory.

"Is that what you think?" Kol mumbled into your ear, his breath hot on your cheek, his hands gripping your arms. "I'm happy to prove you wrong."

He didn't give you any warning before biting into your neck. The pain that flared was nothing compared to the pleasure you derived from feeling his fangs. God, you were such a masochist.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, a shaky breath leaving you. His arm wrapped around your middle, holding you to him. The warmth and icey fire surging through your body was nothing you felt before. Kol pulled away, licking over the wound before kissing it better. He bit his wrist, blood welling up as he held it to your lips. You wanted to moan as the saccharine blood touched your tastebuds. You grabbed his wrist close to you, and he didn't bother stepping away from your form. When you removed his wrist, you dared turn and make eye contact. Kol's gaze was nothing short of lustful, and your inhibitions were already low. You kissed him, enjoying the growl that left him as he turned you in his arms to hold you better. Somehow, the kiss made you as high as sharing blood. Pulling away, you didn't dare go too far as a coy smile danced across your lips.

"I have an idea of what we can do to pass the time," you smiled, looking up at him through heavy lashes. Kol grinned, leaning down and picking you up in one fell swoop.

"I like where your head is at."

‘ G o r g e o u s ’

Tristan De Martel x ImmortalWitch!Reader .

“ I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know that you’re in love with my brother. ” Aurora says with a playful smirk.

I sigh, staring blankly up at the art that littered the ceiling of the newest Strix mansion.

“ It doesn’t matter, Aurora. He’ll only ever see me as a colleague. He’s made it more than clear. ”

“ Don’t be so sure. He doesn’t keep just anyone around this long. ” She replies with a wink, her lavish accent shining through.

I lift my glass of bourbon to my crimson red painted lips, quickly guzzling the overpowering liquid.

“ Whatever. ” I say with a sigh, trying to appear nonchalant. “ Let’s talk about something else. Have you picked a gown yet for the next gala? ”

“ Not yet, should we make a trip to the city this weekend? surely my elder brother can excuse you for a few hours. ” she purrs, smiling.

“ I’m sure that can be arranged! ” I smile, straightening my charcoal mini skirt.

I see aurora glance at the door, instantly knowing who it is. I turn to see none other than Tristan De Martel, so magnetic it was almost obnoxious.

Walking towards Aurora and I. She stands to greet him, wrapping her arms around his taller frame as I stand there, trying not to stare.

“ Y/N, darling im glad you could make it! I assumed you’d be arriving Monday, along with Aya. ” He says, angelic in the way his raspy voice echoes off the walls as he ever so gently grabs my hand, kissing the back.

“ Well, I figured i’d surprise you. ” I say with a smile, before he starts talking with the lovely Aurora.

A true work of art in his black pea coat, fragrant of luxurious vanilla cologne and foreign cigars.

“ Can I make you a drink, Tristan? ” I offer, tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“ Yes, please. Thank you sweetheart. ” He purrs, smiling in my direction before continuing his conversation with his younger sister.

I walk over to the large, fully stocked bar, grabbing a clean glass and a fresh bottle of scotch. Aurora was right, I am *so* whipped. A faux sense of hope washes over me, as I can’t help but think about what it would be like to be loved by the Strix leader.

But alas, i’m not. To him, im just another person who runs around doing his bidding.

But a girl can dream, right ?

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‘ you’re so gorgeous , i cant say anything to your face. ‘cause look at your face! ’

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“ But I Love Him. ”

damon salvatore x reader

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M A N S I O N .  . .

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you sat across from your best friend damon in the warm, bubble filled tub. the two of you had been doing nothing but talking and enjoying each others naked company.

“you know what else i hate? i hate when stefa-”

“just stop talking.” damon interrupts, making you frown.

“what, why?” he rolls his eyes at your question, leaning his head back.

“because y/n, we’re supposed to be sitting here relaxing. all you’re doing is talking about problems. it’s starting to get on my nerves.” he sighs.

“fine, i’ll shut up.” he smiles, nodding his head and shutting his eyes. “but, only if you kiss me.” a smirk is now formed on your face, and he opens his closed eyes immediately.

“done.” he replies faster then you would have expected. leaning in he connected his lips with yours, kissing you for a bit before pulling away.

“you’ll shut up now?” he jokes, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“yeah.” you sigh, staring sadly at him.

‘ you’re too good for someone who isn’t sure about you! ’ caroline’s voice rings in your head. ‘ i know, care! but i love him. ’ you had replied.

but i love him.

doesn’t it always come down to love ?

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Ultraviolence

kai parker x fem! reader

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“we could go back to new york.” jade calls out, looking toward her estranged lover. he stops walking, contemplating whether or not to reply.

“no.” he chuckles dryly, not giving her the satisfaction of looking into her eyes. “we cant, jade. go home.”

“so that’s it? you’re just, going to throw a whole year away? i love you, kai!” she shouts, silent tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

he steps toward her, lifting his calloused hand up to wipe away her tears. “then you are already lost.” he replies, a mock pout playing on his face.

snow continues to fall, coating the icy streets of chicago. time begins to seem like a mere concept, as jade remains in the same spot. kai had left when it was still light, the sun had now almost completely set.

“are you alright, dear?” an elderly woman asks her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder.

jade glanced at her, drawing a breath before speaking. “damon was right.”

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Elijah Mikaelson when you’re being a brat.

┊ ⋆ !!SMUT!! ┊ DNI if that makes you uncomfortable . ┊ . . . ┊

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“You better drop the attitude, dearest. Otherwise, I assure you, you will not be pleased with the consequences.” The original warned, taking a step closer to you.

“You may be a control freak but you can’t control me. I’m not your fuckin’ slave!” you snap back.

That was entirely too much for him to take, his blood boiled as he thought of you chatting with his youngest brother Kol earlier that day, and he naturally assumed he had corrupted you.

“Apologize this instant or I shall forget that I am a feminist.” He threatened, the anger so prominent in his luscious brown eyes that it seemed he could burn you just with his gaze.

“You won’t really do anything. You’re all talk, Elijah.” You taunted, too far gone to realize what was to come.

He stalked towards you, delicately lifting his hand and lovingly stroking your cheek, before roughly pulling you in and placing his lips beside your ear.

“Now you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to your throat, dearest.” He said into your ear, unbuckling his leather belt with his free hand.

And, at that moment, you realized that shallow apologies and your screams won’t help you get his benevolent forgiveness anymore.

“Get on your knees.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry ‘Lijah, I was just kidding.” You pleaded, flashing him a faux innocent look.

“I said, get on your knees.” He commanded, glaring daggers at you.

You quickly obeyed, knowing better than to taunt him any further.

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