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Drunk confessions

Warnings:smut,mentions of body parts,alcohol,romance

Y/n stumbles through the front door

Katherine: Finally home? You reek of alcohol. Get to bed, you can’t even stand straight.

Y/n (drunkenly swaying): Uhh… sorry, lady, I have ahh… a girlfriend!

Katherine raises an eyebrow, smirking as she crosses her arms.

Katherine: I am your girlfriend, y/n.

Y/n (blinking in drunken realization): Oh… that’s uh… that’s awesome!

Katherine sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as y/n slumps onto the couch, already passed out mid-sentence.

Katherine (muttering): Unbelievable.

With ease, she uses her vampire strength to scoop him up off the couch, cradling him like he weighs nothing. She carries him to her bedroom and gently lays him down on the bed.

Katherine leans down, brushing a strand of hair from his face before pressing soft kisses to his neck, her lips lingering with affection.

Katherine (whispering to herself): You’re lucky I adore you, idiot.

She grabs her phone from the nightstand and dials Nadia. A few rings later, Nadia answers.

Nadia: Mother, what is it now?

Katherine (grinning): You’ll never believe this. Y/n my boyfriend stumbled in drunk, declared he had a girlfriend, and didn’t even realize it was me.

Nadia (sighing): Sounds like him. Is he alive?

Katherine: Barely. He’s snoring on my bed now.

Nadia: Well, good luck dealing with that. And try not to drain him while he’s out cold.

Katherine (mock offended): Nadia! What kind of girlfriend do you think I am?

(The next morning)

Katherine: hey baby, how you feeling?

Y/n: tired. Why?

Katherine: you were drunk and I had to put you to bed. (She leans in closer) you can make up for that… (she places her hand on y/n’s cock that sat in his pants)

Y/n:(stares at her) why not?

(Katherine unzips your pants revealing your cock then she tangled it in her hands before then sucking it)

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It’s a calm evening as Tara and I stroll through the park. The air is crisp, and leaves crunch beneath our feet as she squeezes my hand, leaning in close. We’re laughing about something, lost in each other’s company, when her eyes catch on something shiny in the grass.

“Oh, what’s that?” she says, her curiosity piqued as she pulls away from me, stepping off the path.

She bends down to reach for it, and I follow, but before I realize it, there’s a sudden, sharp pain in my abdomen. I can barely make out the black mask and chillingly empty eyes staring back at me as I collapse to the ground, blood soaking my shirt. My vision blurs, and Tara’s horrified scream rings in my ears as I slip into unconsciousness.

When I come to, I’m lying in a hospital bed, the stark white room and the steady beeping of monitors surrounding me. Tara’s voice, shaky and desperate, breaks through the fog in my mind.

“Sam, is he going to be okay?” she asks, clutching her sister’s hand tightly. Sam’s expression is grim but reassuring as she brushes a comforting hand through Tara’s hair.

“He’s tough, Tara. He’ll pull through this,” she says, a protective edge to her voice.

I try to speak, but it’s barely more than a whisper. Tara looks up, tears brimming in her eyes as she smiles in relief, reaching for my hand.

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As Caroline pressed her body against yours, the kiss deepened, igniting a fire that coursed through your veins. You felt utterly consumed by her, every nerve ending alive with the electricity of the moment. “You like this, don’t you?” she teased, pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes, her expression a mix of playfulness and undeniable confidence. “I can tell.” With a mischievous smile, she trailed her fingers down your chest, her touch light yet commanding, a reminder of the control she wielded over the situation. “Just let me take the lead, and I promise you won’t regret it,” she said, her voice low and sultry. The way she held your gaze made your heart race, and there was a magnetic pull that made it impossible to resist her. Caroline stepped back just a little, her eyes raking over you as if assessing her next move, and you felt exposed yet exhilarated under her scrutiny. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” she confessed, biting her lip as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” The heat in her voice sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself captivated by her assertiveness. “Now, here’s the deal,” she continued, her tone shifting to a more commanding one. “You’re going to do exactly what I say tonight, and I promise it’ll be the best decision you ever made.” Her confidence was intoxicating, and you felt a thrill at the prospect of surrendering to her whims. “First things first,” she said, her fingers deftly dancing along your waist, “let’s get you completely comfortable.” With that, she pushed you back gently until you were seated on the edge of her bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, don’t move,” she commanded playfully, and you found yourself nodding, an eager smile spreading across your face. Caroline stepped back, her gaze never leaving you as she sauntered to her dresser, rummaging through her belongings with a sense of purpose. “I want you to watch,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at you, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want you to see just how much fun we can have.” As she turned back to you, she held up a silky scarf, her eyes gleaming with intent. “I think this might come in handy,” she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she moved back toward you, the scarf dangling from her fingers. “What do you think?” You felt a rush of excitement at her suggestion, the thrill of surrendering to her playful dominance making your heart race. She approached you with an alluring confidence, leaning in close again, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Just relax and let me take care of everything.” With that, she expertly tied the scarf around your wrists, securing you to the bedpost, your pulse quickening at the realization of your newfound vulnerability. “See? Now you’re all mine,” she teased, her fingers trailing down your sides, igniting sensations that made it hard to think straight. “And trust me, I plan to take my time with you.” She leaned in closer, capturing your lips once more, kissing you deeply as if to seal her promise. The kiss was both gentle and demanding, and you felt your resolve melting away under her touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she whispered between kisses, her breath warm against your skin. “Just imagine all the fun we’re going to have.” Her kisses traveled down your neck, trailing toward your collarbone, as her hands explored your body with a delicious urgency. Each caress was deliberate, her touch both tender and assertive, making you feel like the center of her universe. You surrendered to her, fully aware that Caroline was in control, and you were more than willing to let her take the lead. “I love the way you react to me,” she said, pulling back to gauge your expression, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “You’re so easy to tease.” With that, she kissed her way down your torso, her lips dancing over your skin as if she were savoring every moment. “Just let go and enjoy it,” she instructed, her voice playful yet commanding.

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The sound of your own footsteps echoed in the narrow hallway, a constant reminder that you were desperately trying to escape something far faster and far more dangerous than yourself. The old mansion’s dim lighting offered little comfort as you stumbled over loose floorboards and debris, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You could hear her behind you—Katherine Pierce—her laughter low and dark, a predator’s sound.

“Run, little rabbit,” she taunted, her voice a melodic mockery that seemed to come from all directions at once. “It won’t make a difference.”

You pushed yourself harder, darting down another corridor, your only thought to keep moving, to find some way out. But the twisting hallways seemed endless, and every turn brought you deeper into the maze of the decaying estate. The chill in the air seemed to grow colder, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was toying with you, letting you think you had a chance, just to savor the taste of your fear.

Then, you felt it—a rush of air, a blur of movement—and suddenly she was in front of you. You skidded to a stop, your chest heaving as you stared at her, Katherine standing there with a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her dark eyes glinted with amusement and hunger, and she tilted her head, watching you as though you were the most entertaining thing she’d seen all night.

“Tired already?” she asked, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “I thought you’d last a little longer.”

You took a step back, but she moved in a flash, pressing you against the wall with a grip like iron. Her body was cool against yours, and you could feel the inhuman strength that coiled beneath her slender frame.

“Please, Katherine,” you gasped, not even sure if you were begging for mercy or stalling for time. “Just let me go.”

Her eyes darkened, and she laughed softly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not in the business of letting people go.” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against your neck, and you could feel your pulse quicken as if it were calling out to her. “In fact, I think I might just keep you.”

Before you could protest, she placed her hand on your cheek, forcing you to look directly into her eyes. Her gaze was intense, pulling you in, and you felt a strange sensation wash over you, as though your mind was slipping into a fog.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her voice suddenly soothing and laced with power. “Listen very carefully.”

You tried to resist, tried to turn away, but you couldn’t. Her eyes held you captive, their dark depths swallowing you whole. The world around you seemed to blur, and the edges of your consciousness dulled.

“There we go,” she cooed, her thumb stroking your cheek. “Now, be a good little human and don’t struggle. From now on, you’re mine.” Her voice deepened, rich with compulsion. “You belong to me. You’ll do anything I ask, and you’ll be grateful for it.”

A part of you screamed to fight it, to break free, but the compulsion was too strong. You felt your resistance crumble as her words sank into your mind, taking root. Your body relaxed against your will, and your eyes glazed over, a dull acceptance settling over you.

“That’s better,” Katherine murmured, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. She took a step back, appraising you like she would a prize. “You look much nicer when you’re not trying to run. Now, let’s see how much use I can get out of you.”

She trailed her fingers down your neck, lingering over the spot where your pulse beat steadily. You could see the hunger flare in her eyes, and before you could react, her fangs descended. She moved faster than you could process, her teeth sinking into your flesh with a sharp sting.

You gasped, a strangled sound escaping your lips as the sensation overwhelmed you—pain mixed with an odd, dizzying pleasure. Katherine drank deeply, her grip tightening as she pulled you closer, as though she couldn’t get enough. The room seemed to spin around you, your legs growing weaker with every passing second.

After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, licking the blood from her lips as though savoring the taste. She met your gaze again, her eyes alight with triumph. “Delicious,” she purred. “I think I might just keep you around as my personal blood bag. How does that sound, darling?”

You nodded slowly, your mind still clouded by her compulsion and the effects of the blood loss. “Yes, Katherine,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips without thought. “Anything you want.”

“Good boy,” she praised, running her fingers through your hair. “You’re going to be such a useful little puppet.” She turned and began to walk away, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Come along now, I have more plans for you.”

Your legs moved automatically, following her as though they were no longer your own. With each step, you knew you were surrendering a part of yourself, binding your will to hers. You belonged to Katherine Pierce now, a puppet dancing on the strings of her compulsion, a willing donor to her unquenchable thirst.

And deep down, in the part of your mind that still belonged to you, you wondered if you would ever be free again—or if, perhaps, a part of you didn’t want to be.

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Title: Shadows of Passion

The cool night air of Mystic Falls clung to your skin, a gentle reminder that you weren’t in the safety of your home anymore. The town had always been shrouded in mystery, but tonight it felt especially alive, as though every whisper of the wind and every rustling leaf carried a dark secret. Your footsteps echoed faintly as you wandered down the deserted street, looking for some clue, some sign of what had drawn you out of the comfort of your bed at this late hour.

You had heard the stories—everyone had. Katherine Pierce, the infamous vampire who left chaos in her wake wherever she went. It was said she was dangerous, ruthless, and breathtakingly beautiful. And you knew tonight was the night you would finally meet her.

The whispers had led you to the old Lockwood mansion, a place you had avoided for years. It was abandoned and decaying, a relic of the town’s forgotten past. Yet tonight, it seemed different, almost… inviting. The door creaked open as you approached, as if it had been waiting for you.

You hesitated, but a voice—silky and laced with amusement—cut through the air behind you.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming in?”

You spun around, your heart racing as you saw her. Katherine Pierce. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes glinted mischievously in the moonlight. She leaned casually against the doorway, as though she hadn’t a care in the world.

“Why would you be here?” you asked, your voice steady despite the chill that ran down your spine.

Katherine smirked, her lips curling into a predatory smile. “The better question is, why are you here, wandering around like some lost little puppy?”

You stepped forward, your gaze meeting hers with defiance. “I was looking for you,” you confessed, unable to hide the curiosity—and the slight attraction—that flickered within you.

“Bold,” she replied, her voice a purr. “But what makes you think you can find me, let alone handle me?” She moved closer, and you could feel the air shift around you, a mix of danger and allure that was unmistakable. “You don’t seem like the type who goes chasing after vampires for fun.”

“I wanted answers,” you replied, trying to keep your composure as she circled you like a predator assessing its prey. “I wanted to know what someone like you finds so fascinating about a small town like Mystic Falls.”

Katherine chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. “Oh, Mystic Falls is more interesting than it seems. It has secrets, and I like secrets. But let’s not pretend you came here just for answers.” Her hand grazed your cheek, and you flinched at the icy touch. “You’re drawn to danger, aren’t you?” she whispered. “To me.”

The truth hung between you, undeniable. There was a pull, a dark magnetism in the way her eyes bore into yours. It was wrong, you knew that, but there was something intoxicating about her presence, about the thrill of being so close to someone so unpredictable.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your voice low. “But if you think I’m just going to fall under your spell, you’re wrong.”

Katherine’s smile deepened, and she leaned in, her lips almost brushing against your ear. “Oh, darling, you’re already halfway there.”

Before you could respond, she vanished, reappearing in the blink of an eye several feet away. “Catch me if you can,” she teased, her voice echoing through the mansion as she darted up the staircase.

You hesitated only a moment before chasing after her, your adrenaline spiking. You reached the top of the stairs just in time to see her slip through a doorway. You followed, bursting into a dimly lit room filled with dust-covered furniture and faded portraits on the walls.

Katherine was standing near the window, her back to you, gazing out into the darkness. “You know,” she said without turning around, “most people who seek me out end up regretting it.”

“I’m not like most people,” you replied, stepping closer, your pulse quickening as you approached her.

She spun to face you, her eyes glinting with amusement and something else—something deeper. “No, I suppose you’re not,” she whispered. She was close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. Close enough to feel the electricity between you, to know that you had walked straight into her trap, and yet… you didn’t want to escape.

“I should kill you right now,” she said softly, her gaze never leaving yours.

“Then why don’t you?” you challenged, feeling a surge of defiance even as your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

Katherine reached out, her fingers trailing down your jaw, leaving a trail of cold fire in their wake. “Because you’re interesting,” she admitted. “And because maybe, just maybe, you could give me a reason to keep you alive.”

Without warning, she kissed you. Her lips were cold, but her kiss was anything but. It was fierce and consuming, a clash of power and desire that made your head spin. You kissed her back, your hands tangling in her hair as she pressed against you. It was reckless, dangerous, and utterly exhilarating.

But just as quickly as it began, she pulled away, her eyes searching yours. “Careful, darling,” she murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Getting involved with me is like dancing with the devil. And I never play nice.”

“Good,” you replied, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “I’m not looking for nice.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there, a fragile truce hanging in the air, the promise of something darker and deeper than either of you were willing to admit. Katherine’s smile returned, softer this time, as if you had passed some unspoken test.

“Well then,” she said, “I suppose we’ll see just how far you’re willing to go.”

And with that, she vanished into the night, leaving you breathless and wondering if you had just made a deal with the devil—or found the one thing you had been missing all along.