Stefan: Okay Caroline & I will head this way. Damon, Bonnie, & Kai you go that way.
Damon: Fair enough.
Elena: Hey what about me?!
Stefan: Okay Kai you go with Elena.
Elena: Thank you.
Kai: I object!
Damon: This isn't a court room you idiot!
Bonnie: Shoosh shoosh *to Damon* Let him finish.
Stefan: Its been decided, Elena goes with Kai.
Kai: Hmmkay, does anyone have a crowbar?
*Bag of chips rumbling*
Caroline: She has food!
Elena: *failed to quietly chew*
Damon: You said there weren't anymore chips left.
Elena: *mouth is full* When did I say that??
Bonnie: Alright let's be rational about this...
Caroline: Omg this isn't fair, I only had one grape this morning.
Damon: As your sire, I command you to share the chips!....except Kai, don't share with Kai.
Kai: You dick.
Caroline: I'm so hungry!
Bonnie: Me too.
Elena: *proceeds to stuff the whole bag in mouth*
*collective sighing & yelling*
Bonnie: That was our last meal!
Caroline: NOOOO, its spilling everywhere!
Damon: You lied about loving me!
Kai: Aww all over the ground!
Stefan: See this is why we broke up!...
Caroline: Great, now that we're all going to starve to death-
Damon: Let's play Simon says. Okay Simon says, Kai is a douche-bag.
Kai: The only thing douchey is your purse.
Damon: Excuse me, it's called a male fanny pack! And I got it discounted at Sears.
Bonnie: Stop it, the both of you.
Kai: What's that Bonnie?? You want me to punch Damon in the face?!
Damon: The only thing that needs punching is your 40 year old virginity card *holds imaginary phone up to ear* Hello, the 90s called, they want their ugly plaid shirt & frumpy dad shoes back.
Kai: Hey, dad shoes are in style!
Stefan: People, can we please focus.
Elena: Stop fighting over me!!!
*everybody breaks to stare at Elena*
Kai: ....Okay, onto something more relevant.
Stefan: Kai, you have officially earned my respect.
Kai: Nobody asked you Steven...Now back to business *pulls out the real map*
Don’t tell me Bonkai-anti’s still exist? In 2025?? Embarrassing.
Unfortunately yes they do they really get wild on reddit especially i don't get it i think it coexistence with the anti bonnie movement that's been going around more recently
The way Bonkai triggers people 10 years later is interesting. Because what is there even to be anti about? Bonnie and Kai were never developed past enemies. I just don’t get people who are mad at a ship that were never romantic and not even friends. I honestly think people were just extremely threatened by their unexpected chemistry and the fact that Kai despite how “irredeemable” is such a Bonnie centric character.
I think it comes down people just can't stand he preferred bonnie over everyone else and that includes over Elena it seems to really trigger them that for once in the show Elena wasn't all that to the new powerful popular guy that rivaled damon i remember when his character left the 1994 prison world people was pushing for when he met Elena he was just forget bonnie 🙄
Kailena and Kaitherine are such forced ass ships like what are they supposed to build a compelling foundation on? Mutually shared egocentrism? Mutually shared whiteness? How is that going to work, both ships are two narcissists in a bucket for fucks sake.
Also (I requested #10 with Caleb) I 4g9t to say fem reader plsss
Thanks for the request, anon! I really hope you like subby caleb because this got away from me and I went fully into “good boy” territory SORRY (I am 100% okay with redoing this if you don’t vibe with it, just lmk)
Also, this one is a bit longer than a drabble. Consider it a bday special lol
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Command me
Caleb x female reader
Prompt: finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
Content: submissive caleb & dominant reader, a few uses of “good boy”, lots of teasing, JOI with a fleshlight, edging, a very small moment of objectification (aimed at caleb)
“This...this isn’t fair,” Caleb hiccups through needy whines and endless moans spilling past parted lips. “You weren’t supposed to find it.” He says that as if it’ll make you stop this sweet torture. You have no intention of stopping, though.
His cheeks are a bright shade of pink, his chest flushed and beading with sweat where his shirt is pulled up above his pecs. Sprawled across the bed, his twitching thighs are spread just enough to frame the toy you’re holding.
“No?” Your voice sounds saccharine-sweet, but your eyes are full of mischief. “Then you shouldn’t have hidden it somewhere so obvious. Top drawer, Caleb? Really?”
He huffs, breath shaky from how you’ve been teasing him nonstop since you found the toy. You let your fingers drag along the clear silicone fleshlight, slow and deliberate as you stroke it up and down his throbbing cock.
“I was curious,” you purr. “I had no idea you got off with this when I’m not around.”
Caleb squirms. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again when he finally has the strength to speak. “It’s not like that, pips. I only—fuck—used it before we–”
“Show me,” you cut him off with a soft command.
He blinks up at you, dazed and shuddering when you abruptly pull your hand away from the toy. “Wh–what?” he sputters.
“Show me how you fuck it.” You settle back against the headboard of the bed, giving his cock a pointed look to let him know you’re serious. “Come on, baby. I wanna see exactly what you do when I’m not here.”
Caleb swallows hard, his fingers already instinctively curling around the base. “You’re bein’ so mean today,” he murmurs, but there’s no real protest in his voice. You can tell he’s enjoying this. That telltale pitch of his voice means he’s slipping, already giving into his desire.
“Yeah? Well you must like it because you're hard as a rock,” you reply with a smirk. “Go on, Caleb. Start stroking it. Slowly.”
He whines at your instructions but obediently pulls the toy off his length before sinking its slick opening back down the flushed head of his cock. His breath punches out in a gasp as he slides in all the way, the suction already so wet and obscene.
You lean back, watching him greedily. “Hm, that’s a good boy,” you coo with a too-large grin. And, oh, he really likes the sound of that. A loud, uncontrollable moan escapes him, and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.
“Fuck into it,” you say, voice getting lower with desire at the sight of your own personal porn star. “I want to see your hips move.”
Caleb shudders, rolling his hips upward with a groan, the toy squelching around him. His eyes flutter closed, brows drawn tight as he fucks it faster like he’s desperately chasing his release far too soon.
“Nuh-uh.” You reach forward and tap his cheek. “Eyes on me.”
He whimpers but obeys, blinking up at you, glassy-eyed and panting.
“That’s better.” You chuckle, not yet ready to go easy on him. “Now slow down again. I want you right on the edge.”
He tries, biting his lip hard enough to leave a slightly bloody dent, muscles quivering as he slows his thrusts.
You can tell how hard it is for him. His whole body aches for friction—for your hand, your mouth, your pussy if he would be lucky enough. But you don’t give him any of it. Just your voice and strict commands.
“You like this, don’t you?” you whisper. “You like when I tell you exactly how to jerk off?”
He nods frantically, chest heaving. “Fuck, y–yes, I do. But please, touch me, just a little. Need your warmth. You’re so soft,” his garbled string of pleas is incoherent, but you hear the next part clearly: “This…this isn’t the same.”
“Nope,” you reply, a denial that’s sickeningly sweet and makes him deflate a little. “You don’t get my warmth right now. You’ve got your toy, remember? Isn’t that enough?”
He lets out the most pathetic sound, hips stuttering as he fucks the fleshlight harder again in an attempt to end your teasing sooner.
“I–I’m gonna come,” he warns with a strangled cry. Even though he’s so far gone in the throes of his pleasure, your sweet Caleb still has enough awareness to ask permission before spilling his load inside the toy. “Please, please let me–”
You lean in close, lips at his ear and fingers tickling his taut chest. “No,” you scold, “hold it right there. Don’t you dare come until I say you can.”
He chokes on a moan, shaking beneath you and sucking in deep breaths as he tries to delay his orgasm. You watch with near-sadistic glee as the muscles in his thighs tense and then relax with the effort it takes him to hold back.
“That’s it,” you murmur. “You look so good like this—fucking yourself while I watch. Bet you wish it was my pussy, though. Don’t you?”
He nods helplessly, cock twitching inside the clear toy with each labored breath he takes. You drag your nails down his stomach, and the dull scratch makes him leak even more precum inside the silicone casing.
He’s still right at the edge, hanging on by a thread, but you’re not yet done playing with your favorite fuck toy.
“Go slow again,” you demand with a smile. “Just the tip now.”
He whimpers, sliding out until just the swollen head remains inside. And then he starts shallowly fucking the entrance with trembling restraint.
“God, you’re such a mess,” you murmur, eyes locked on the beautifully flushed red tip of his cock. “Do you even know how to make yourself feel good without me telling you what to do?”
He shakes his head quickly, voice wrecked. “No. I—please, I need to come. I can’t—I can’t hold it any longer.”
“You still need to earn it.” You lean back again, crossing your arms as you watch him. “Show me how badly you want it. Stroke all the way down. Stop. Now just the head.” He follows all your instructions to a tee, body shuddering as he struggles to hold his orgasm at bay. “Good, now again.”
You talk him through it the whole time, forcing him to keep speeding up then slowing down over and over again. Caleb obeys every command with a sob—fucking the toy deep, then pausing, shuddering, and repeating it again with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Eventually, you can see how close he really is: one more stroke and he’ll be gone. You know his body just as well as he does, so it’s clear he won’t be able to hold on much longer.
You wait one more beat, watching him tremble and beg through gritted teeth. And finally, you nod with a giddy chuckle. “Alright, alright. You can come for me now, sweetheart. Go on…that’s it.”
He lets out a strangled cry, hips snapping up hard as he plunges into the toy and spills inside it. You watch him unravel, utterly ruined, mouth open and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears.
He looks so damn cute. So needy and all yours. And his broken whine makes your thighs press together in search of some friction of your own.
When he finally collapses, panting and spent, you lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.
“You were such a good boy for me,” you praise with a gentle smile.
He seems to melt under your long-awaited touch, and you make a mental note to grab some water for him after he’s caught his breath—and then clean him up and smother him with cuddles.
His lips chase yours, searching for a reassuring kiss that you can’t deny him any longer. You giggle when he keeps trying to steal another peck from you, his warm breath tickling your face.
“Hm,” you murmur against his lips, “since you followed instructions so well…” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I’ll let you come inside me next time.”
Smut prompt 2 is def a sylus fic with a female reader. I will like he would do this at a fancy hotel after taking the reader on a date
Yessss anon you were so right for this req! I’m a little worried the actual smut is rushed bc I was trying not to keep this too long LOL but hopefully you still like it <3
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On display
Sylus x female reader
Words: 1.3k
Prompt: sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
Content: reader wears a dress and heels, use of "kitten" and "sweetie" as pet names, exhibitionism, possessive sylus, creampie
After a fun night on the town, you’re a bit tired on your feet. Your heels were abandoned as soon as you and Sylus entered the hotel suite he chose for the weekend. And now, the two of you watch the city skyline in quiet contentment.
The soft shimmer of your dress glints across the glass window in front of you. It’s a beautiful satin that complements your complexion perfectly. When you shift, the high slit along your right thigh exposes just a little more skin than might be deemed appropriate. But Sylus insisted you wear it to dinner tonight—even if you felt a little out of place with how elegant it is.
He stands behind you, his large reflection framing yours as you get lost in the sight of the city glittering beyond the glass like spilled jewels. His fingers trail down your spine, slow and deliberate, until they settle at your waist.
“I chose this suite for the view,” he says, lips curving in that gorgeous smile of his. “What does my little Hunter think of it?”
You know exactly where this is going.
Tonight isn’t about the view or the fancy dinner or even the indulgent hotel suite. Not entirely. It’s about a conversation you’d had not even two weeks ago, curled up in his lap.
You had hesitated before admitting it—that quiet itch that had been lingering at the back of your mind. You’d told him, breathlessly nervous, that you wanted to try something risky. But only if it wasn’t in Linkon or the N109 zone.
You didn’t want the possibility of being seen by someone who knew you—or someone who might run into you again—even if that chance was small.
And Sylus, ever the attentive lover, had listened to your little fantasy carefully. He'd kissed your temple and murmured, “Then I suppose we’ll need a setting worthy of your imagination, kitten.”
So the moment you stepped into the penthouse suite earlier tonight and saw the floor-to-ceiling windows and the gleam of the skyline outside, you knew.
He’s giving you exactly what you asked for. And now he’s wondering if you’re still up for making fantasy a reality.
Your pulse quickens, anticipation winding tight in your belly. You’ve both been building to this all night—his fingertips drifting over your thigh under the dinner table, the occasional lean-in to whisper sweet promises about what he planned to do to you once you got back.
And now, with the city sprawled out before you and his voice low in your ear, there’s no turning back.
His fingers play with the thin straps of your dress, slowly sliding them down your shoulders as he holds your gaze in the reflection of the glass.
“It’s not too late to back out, sweetie,” he says. “Do you still want this?”
You shudder as you stare out at the city. The floor you’re on is high above the streets full of whizzing cars and busy passersby. But it's not so high that someone couldn’t glance up and catch the faint silhouette of your body pressed against the pristine, clear glass.
And that thought makes your skin burn hotter with need.
You nod eagerly before blindly reaching back for Sylus’s silver hair and raking your fingers through it with a desperate little whine. It’s all the answer he needs to gently tug the top of your dress down, baring your chest to the world below.
“A-ah, Sylus,” you hiss in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks as your pebbled nipples graze against the glass. But you’re not protesting, exactly. Just vocalizing how wrong this feels and how much you love it.
He brushes your hair to one side and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “Let them look,” he growls by your ear, “if they’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse.”
One hand snakes along your waist, and you begin to realize why Sylus insisted you wear something with such a high slit. It makes it easier for him to slide his fingers beneath it and stroke over the cotton of your panties without bunching the long dress up around your waist.
You gasp when his fingers graze the dampness you’ve shamelessly left there.
“You’ve been wet since the appetizer, haven’t you?” Sylus chuckles, knowing all too well the effect tonight has had on you so far. You whine at his teasing, but he just smiles against your skin. “I saw the way you crossed your legs every time I touched your thigh at dinner. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
He hooks your panties to the side with a quiet hum of approval, his fingers dipping past your slick folds to spread your arousal up your slit. You tremble, your head falling gently against the glass as you sigh in pleasure.
The soft buzz of his pants zipper cuts through the stillness of the hotel room, and more of your wetness coats his fingers in anticipation of what’s to come. He can feel that you’re more than ready for him—and neither of you can wait any longer.
Sylus gently nudges your feet, murmuring, “Bend over a bit, sweetie.”
The position feels a bit awkward at first, one cheek pressed against the window while you stick your ass out for him behind you. But when you hear the quiet rustle of clothes and feel his large hand slide your dress up around your hips, you don’t care about the cool sting of the glass against your bare skin.
He yanks your panties to the side again and finally pushes his cock inside you slowly. The familiar pleasure of being stretched so perfectly makes you brace your hands against the glass and gasp.
You keep your eyes on the city below, heart pounding in your chest as his body molds to yours and presses you harder against the window. He fucks you with deep, measured strokes, each one drawing out a moan you barely try to stifle.
“Look,” he whispers, “there are people walking by. One glance from them, and you might gain an audience.”
Your breath hitches as you see the people on the ground below, all oblivious to the show you’re putting on for them. You’re grateful the room behind you is just barely lit. In the back of your mind, you know no one would be able to get a full glimpse of your body.
They can’t see the way your pussy glistens and greedily swallows Sylus’s thick girth. They can only see the shadow of two figures merging into one—and maybe the way your tits bounce with each sharp thrust of his hips—if they even dare to look hard enough.
But it’s the possibility of being caught that makes your cunt clench tighter around him, dragging a low groan from his throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks as he trails his lips along your neck. “Letting the whole city watch me ruin you…”
His hips snap harder once—just once—and your knees nearly give out. He steadies you, possessive even in the smallest gestures, his hands firm where they hold your waist.
“Careful,” he warns, voice rough with arousal. “Don’t fog up the glass too much, sweetie. They need to have a clear view of you.”
Your whimper stutters into a moan when he thrusts again, setting just the right pace that always makes you fall apart for him. His hand slides around your front, fingers finding your clit to rub slow, teasing circles.
“Let go for me,” he commands softly. “Let them see how beautiful you look when you come.”
After a few more hard thrusts, you break with a strangled cry, pulsing around him and shuddering against the window. Your release comes in waves, tightening every muscle in your body. Sylus fucks you through it, gritting out a low curse as he spills deep inside you with a long groan.
For a moment, there’s only your ragged breaths and the thrum of the city below.
Then he kisses your shoulder again, reverent this time. “So gorgeous,” he praises you softly.
You turn to face him, still breathless, and he cups your jaw for a slow and sweet kiss—the kind that promises more. And when he pulls you toward the bed with that look in his eyes, you follow without hesitation.
hii! can you please do Smut prompt 17 with Syius and Caleb with a fem! reader? thank you :p
Thanks for the request, nonnie! I had someone else also request 17 with sylus. So I’ll be posting the sylus drabble with their ask next. Be on the lookout for it! For now, here’s caleb :)
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Sign of devotion
Caleb x female reader
Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place
Content: possessive caleb, fingering
The morning sun catches on the faint bruises and bite marks along your neck and collarbone.
Caleb hadn’t meant to leave so many. He was only trying to mouth sweet kisses along your skin, like he always does when you’ve just come apart beneath him.
But then your fingers had tangled in his hair and you sighed his name in that wrecked, breathless voice—and something in him had just snapped. His mouth had latched on without thinking, desperate to taste the way your pulse skipped under his tongue.
And now there they are, stamped on your skin: beautiful marks only he left behind.
He shouldn’t want you again. Not so soon. But desire hits him with humiliating ease, flooding low in his gut as his eyes trace over your body.
You don’t even notice at first, still yawning and rummaging through the dresser for shorts to match the comfy T-shirt you’re wearing. When you catch him watching you in the mirror, gaze locked onto your neck, you finally pause.
Your fingers rise to touch one of the darker hickeys. “I look like I was attacked by a feral animal,” you murmur with an embarrassed chuckle. “Does it look really bad?”
Caleb swallows. His voice is rough when he replies, “It’s perfect.”
Your expression shifts with a flicker of recognition that makes his cock twitch beneath the blanket.
He’s half-hard already from remembering the events that led to so many harsh kisses. The way you begged him not to stop. How you came twice before he even got his pants off. The heat of your thighs around his waist, your voice and body shaking from how good he felt inside you.
Slowly, deliberately, you glide your hand up your torso as you hold his gaze through the mirror. You let your fingers catch the hem of your shirt before dragging it up higher and exposing your soft belly. Caleb’s eyes widen when he sees more bruises, marks, and faint indents from his teeth littered all over your gorgeous curves.
You’re showing him what he did to you. Inviting him to admire it. Begging him to do it again.
His cock throbs painfully in his boxers, and he can’t help but buck his hips up into nothing—as if it could alleviate the ache you make him feel.
“Fuck. Come here, baby,” he whines, not bothering to hide how much you’ve turned him on with something so simple.
You don’t hesitate. You climb back into bed, throwing the blanket to the side and quickly straddling him so you can feel that sexy bulge that’s tempting you from beneath his underwear.
And while you’re busy running your hands along his chest and waist, his mouth returns to that dark mark on your neck. The one on your sensitive spot, where Caleb loves leaving open-mouthed kisses.
“I love seein’ you like this,” he breathes against your skin. “God, you don’t know what it does to me, pips.”
You gasp as his fingers trail between your thighs, making a determined path to your clothed cunt. Even through the cotton of your panties, he can feel how wet you already are.
A low groan catches in his throat. “You like it too,” he whispers. It’s not a question—just a fact—you both know it. “You like when I mark you up all over…when I remind you that you’re mine.”
You nod, whimpering softly as he pulls your underwear to the side and slides two fingers along your entrance before gently pushing inside. The glide is made easy by your slick, and Caleb curls his fingers against that spongy spot inside you with practiced precision. Your body rolls into the touch, helpless to stop yourself from chasing more.
“You’re gonna make me want to leave more of them,” he threatens with a growl. “I want you to feel and see me long after I’m done with you.”
The words make you clench around him, and he chuckles with satisfaction at the feeling. Your body betrays you even if you try to tell him otherwise. And his body does the same, his cock pressing eagerly against your thigh.
He doesn’t rush, no matter how much you claw at him or try to rock your hips at a faster pace. He just watches you, the way your lashes flutter and your body trembles with need.
His own pleasure is irrelevant right now. To Caleb, you’re the only thing in the world worth worshiping. And if he has his way, he’ll spend every day leaving physical reminders of his devotion to you.
At a hotel restaurant, a man sees an attractive woman sitting alone at the next table.
Suddenly, she sneezes, and a glass eye comes flying out of her eye socket. It hurls by the man, and he snatches it from the air and hands it back to her.
"This is so embarrassing," the woman says, and she pops her eye back in place. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Let me buy dinner to make it up to you. May I join you?" He nods.
The woman is a stimulating conversationalist, stunningly pretty, and the man finds they have a lot in common. He gets her phone number and asks, "You are the most charming woman I've ever encountered. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?"
"No," she replies. "You just happened to catch my eye."
