lia

"A little tip, woman to woman, don't piss off the diabolical ones."

✧ lia, 8teen, bisexual, she/her, filipino.

katherine pierce's wife. wlw and wlm content. supernatural enthusiast.

mainly write about kath, but i'm open to requests for other tvd characters!

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 — 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲

A fresh start was good for you, until you met your insufferable roommate who couldn't care less about rules and respect.

katherine pierce x fem!reader, college student!katherine pierce x college student!fem!reader, bickering, smoking cigarettes, reminiscing memories of late parent

"Now look at you." Your dad grinned when you went down, after he handed your box of books to one of the movers. "Be gentle with that. There's glass inside." The guy nodded at him, who eventually made his way down the hall along with the other volunteers.

A sigh escaped you and you crossed your arms. "You know mom was dying to see this day, right? No pun intended."

"She wouldn't have let you go." He let out a soft chuckle before sighing. The sun began to set, casting a glow behind your father's figure and orange hues across the dormitory's floor from the windows.

"You sure you'll be fine from here?" His voice dropped to a more sincere tone, squeezing your forearm. You nodded with a smile, checking your phone to look at the time.

"You don't want me to take you there and help unpack some more?" He offered, making you laugh. "No, no, I'll be fine. Promise. You already did a while ago. I'm sure my roommate and I can unpack together," you said. He nodded and reciprocated your smile before dropping his hand.

"Call me whenever you need something." He sniffled, making you drop your jaw in awe. "Dad? I promise, I'll be fine!"

"There's nothing I can't handle, I swear." You assured him before giving him a hug. He squeezed you like a vice, making you laugh at how you couldn't quite breathe. "O-okay." You struggled, making him laugh as well. The sound, vibrating from his chest.

When he pulled away, he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief before patting you on the shoulder. "Go," he pushed, making you look towards the elevator behind you. "Or I might not let you."

You giggled, giving him one last squeeze before leaving. He went out the doors and didn't look back. After all, it's not like he was prepared to see his own daughter go to college. Which parent would be, honestly?

The elevator dinged to your floor. The hallway was lit by the open doors. Echoes of crying parents or those who bid their goodbyes to their children filled these halls, making you soften. Everything started to sink in. You were in college. Leaving the life you left behind—one filled with all the drama and grief alike. Nevertheless, you couldn't help but wonder how these losses will creep up to you as you start over.

But you swore to yourself, that here, you'd find a new path. You'd make more friends. Go to more parties. Everything was gonna change, and you were already half ready, if that meant a fresh start.

The door to your room was half-open, making you slow in your steps a little. Your roommate has arrived, but there weren't any cries to be heard from inside. No parents were leaving their final instructions or gentle requests before going.

You gently pushed the door open. The window between the beds now had its curtains open. You spotted a very familiar figure was leaning against the open window. Leather jacket over a dark purple top with matching black skinny jeans. Why did she have boots on inside? Those heels must hurt, considering all that carrying and moving.

She had a lit cigarette between her fingers, and you shut the door the moment you caught it.

"That's not allowed," you reprimanded the girl. "We could get in trouble."

She looked over her shoulder, and your jaw dropped when you recognized her face.

"Elena?!"

"What?" Irritation was evident in her tone.

"God, I thought you were in Virginia!" You walked between the big boxes as a sigh escaped your chest at relief from the familiarity. Elena was one of your closest friends during your senior year in high school. You drifted during the summer,  but she's always been someone you cared about regardless of how often or not you two spoke.

You squinted your eyes in confusion and the slight disbelief. "Though, I'm pretty sure the email said that my roommate was Katherine... Katherine Piercing?"

"Pierce." She corrected in annoyance. "Me."

"Stupid..." She muttered under her breath before taking another puff, blowing the smoke out the window.

You stopped in your steps, thinking about what she had just said. So she was Katherine Pierce. You blinked in confusion before realization dawned. She just coincidentally looked like someone you know. After all, if she were Elena, she would have been helping you unpack. Hell, she wouldn't even smoke where it wasn't allowed.

"You should really stop that." You gestured towards her cigarette, eyes widening when you saw hair curlers, plastic bags, and stuff that weren't yours on top of your bed. The bed you chose first. She had moved your things there on the floor, making you scoff in disbelief. "And your things are on my bed."

She groaned in exasperation, still looking out the window. The cigarette smoke left a disgusting scent into your nostrils, making you want to just rip it off her hand.

"Hey, I said to get them off my bed. I was here first."

"I heard you." Her cold response hit you as she kept still, leaning against the open window.

Without thinking you stomped your way towards her and took the cigarette off her hand to stub it against her ceramic ashtray on the windowsill. She scoffed, looking you up and down.

"What the hell's your problem?"

"You threw my stuff off my bed and smoked. Smoking isn't allowed." You crossed your arms against your chest, eliciting a humorless laugh from her.

"Why do you care?" she asked in a sharp tone, making your blood boil even more.

"I don't wanna get kicked out because of you!"

"Too bad, idiot. I don't work for you." She sighed, clearly unbothered.

"I have a name." You bit back at her defiance. "But I guess you wouldn't know it if you couldn't even read the rules."

She shook her head and stood straight from where she leaned to face you fully. "Look," she started with pursed lips, taking a step closer, and you didn't budge at all. "I don't care about your name," she continued, eyes flickering to your figure from head to toe. "Or your stupid butterfly shirt—"

"It's a moth." You looked down at the pink moth logo on your white shirt.

"Jesus, you're such a geek." She walked away with a sharp turn before grabbing her leather bag from your bed.

"I'll be out. Don't touch anything and get your shit off my bed."

"My bed!" You exclaimed, making her stop in her tracks to look at you over her shoulder with a sarcastic smile.

"Sure it is, butterfly." She exaggerated her smile even more before looking away. Her boots clicked against the wood faster, making her way to the door.

"Wait, aren't you gonna help me unpa—"

The door clicked shut behind her before you even got to finish your sentence. Clearly, she wouldn't even have helped if she heard it. You scratched your head in annoyance before sitting on the other bed. Taking a deep breath before unpacking your own stuff while she was away. You didn't talk for long, but her bitching drained the hell out of you. So you needed that moment.

You thought she maybe wasn't active on social media or her phone number which was why she never contacted you back. Turns out she was probably ignoring you on purpose, which finally made all the sense now that you met her in person.

What made it even worse was the idea that you were gonna be stuck living with her your whole freshman year of college. Someone who didn't care about rules and clearly did not care about sharing her own space with someone.

Eventually, you got up to arrange your makeup and mirror on the empty dresser across hers. The scent of the wood was soothing and nostalgic. Keeping you grounded from the thoughts you had about your roommate.

You felt wood and glass in the shape of a rectangle wrapped in cloth. Gently, you took it out from between your desk lamp and stack of books to open it.

It was a family picture in a frame from when you were fourteen. It wasn't taken in a studio or anything fancy—it was shot on the cliffside. Where you and your parents used to go every other weekend to look over the city below. You smiled between the both of them, who were smiling just as big. Your thumb gently caressed over your mom's cheek. Remembering what you had told your dad earlier that day.

How your mom would have wanted to see this day. The day you finally go to college, which has always been her dream for you. In the quiet of your room and as the sky went from blue to gray, memories of her had nowhere else to go but back to you. She was an amazing cook and had a beautiful voice. She always sang you to sleep when you were little, funny enough, every time your dad even tried to, you cried.

You remembered the way she gave you the rest of her food whenever you were still hungry. She would say that she was full, but looking back, you'd realize it was a lie. You remembered how she would tune your guitar before practice, and how afraid you guys always were when she was tuning the high e string. Adrenaline rushed through your veins at whether the string would or wouldn't snap. It was impressive how they never did.

She gave the best advice regarding your high school drama. With friends and relationships alike. Her motto was to keep your circle small but real, rather than for you to be popular yet surrounded by fake people just to be dragged into their mess. When the drama caught up to you though, she always knew the right things to say. The right courses of action. What to do and what not to do.

You remembered how wise she was with her words. How every advice she had given you always came from a place of understanding and the kind of gentleness that wasn't easy to just break.

You remembered the light in her eyes. The light that never dimmed—not even when your dad had lost his job or when the bills ran too high. Hope was always what she held onto, and she wanted to pass that down to you.

But it was so hard to hold onto that hope when you watched as her light vanished before your eyes. Slowly. Painfully. And you hated how gradual she was taken from you—while she pretended to be okay for your sake. You lived every day knowing she only had a few months left. Not knowing if the next day, she would be here, or not. Not knowing what to do when the day came, even if you should have been prepared for it.

Your eyes stung at the tears that built up when you remembered how she looked the day she let go. How she managed to smile through the silent sniffles and cries of her loved ones. It was the worst part of your junior year, and every time you get into situations wherein you'd usually come to her for, you remember.

Which takes you back to college. She and your dad had always talked about it with you. How they'd be there on move-in day. How they would cry and not look back before setting their only daughter out into the real world with real responsibilities.

She had it all lined up. Until she got sick, which crushed every dream you had of her being there.

Your case with Katherine? You realized how if your mom was here, you would have called her the moment Katherine stepped out the door. You would complain about her attitude, and she would have laughed and told you to have more patience. Because that's who she was. She had always been a patient woman, and this world didn't deserve her.

You sniffled and placed the picture frame on the dresser by your mirror, beside your jewelry box.

But as you had wanted, you would start fresh. You wouldn't let the grief from the past haunt you. So you wiped your tears and continued to pack up.

A loud knock woke you up in the middle of the night, making you stretch and click your tongue. As you rolled over, you noticed how Katherine's things were still on her bed. No boots on the floor or sounds in the shower.

When you didn't get up, your phone buzzed.

katherine pierce (roommate)

open the door

You groaned into your pillow in frustration. She had completely disturbed your sleep. The day itself exhausted you, and the moment you finally got a good rest, she pulled that shit.

In utter annoyance, you gruffly made your way to pull on the manual door lock to swing the door open. She walked past you, slipping her jacket off to hang it over the chair of your dresser. Completely ignoring your existence.

When you shut the door, you followed her onto her bed, where she went on her phone with a sigh.

"You could at least pretend to get along with me." You said before laying in bed yourself.

She looked at you from her phone, twitching her nose. "We coexist just fine."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before rolling onto your side between the sheets. "Just fine, your ass."

"I know, right?" She got up, heading towards the shower. "Soooo fine." Her exaggerated tone echoed from the bathroom before the door clicked shut.

Instead of talking back at her sly comment about her own ass, you sighed heavily, and closed your eyes. Hoping the night would come by faster so you didn't have to deal with even more of her.

Even though it's not really something you could escape from that easy.

note: this is an all human au!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — College Student!Katherine Pierce X College Student!Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — A psychology major with trust issues. An English literature major with attachment issues. You always saw the good in people, until you saw her. Katherine Pierce, in her leather jackets and Louboutin heels. Your roommate, who looked identical to one of your old close friends, Elena Gilbert. Except she was nothing like her. She was sarcastic, cynical, and stubborn. You despised each other's guts since move-in day. She sipped wine or whiskey with the speakers on max volume while you read Jane Austen. You sang and played guitar while she was asleep until she wasn't.

She believed that love was the gateway to pain. But somewhere between the bickering and pillow-throwing, and even between the sheets which started under the dizzying haze of alcohol, feelings too real to shake began to simmer beneath the surface. Katherine Pierce avoids real. Because in a world where trust can be easily crushed in the hands of those it's given to, she runs when things begin to feel fragile. Until you challenge that—and everything either falls apart or becomes worth staying for.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — roommates!au, all human!au, college student!katherine x college student!reader, OCs, enemies to lovers, toxic behavior, angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation, explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol, recreational drug use, mentions of death, pregnancy, and miscarriage, grief, emotionally intense scenes, parallel grief, cumulative grief, compounded grief, family wounds, family trauma

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 — ongoing

𝐀/𝐍 — i publish chapters weekly! comment each chapter if you wanna be tagged in the next one. note that i'll also only be tagging profiles of those 18+ on chapters which include smut. if you're a minor or your blog is ageless, i won't. please be mindful of the content warnings above. read with an open mind and breathe when necessary, as certain chapters may be heavy to an extent. much love!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✦

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

.・゜゜・𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯

katherine pierce had always struggled to let people in completely, as someone who ran and lived in survival mode for years. you were hurt with her answer when asked what you two were to each other, leading to a night of crying in your bedroom and ignoring her texts, until you couldn't anymore. (word count: 1.9k)

katherine pierce x fem reader, hurt/comfort, insensitive kat, mean kat, hurt reader, love confession, swearing, crying, kissing, physical touch, usage of petnames

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Katherine's leather boots hit the damp concrete harder as she walked faster, unbothered by your effort to catch up to her. "We're just friends? Really?" Your chest heaved in frustration. The incident playing over and over again in your head you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. She ignored you, walking faster, but you didn't let up. Her curls bounced with each step, and before you even got to grab her by the arm, she spun around to face you.

"Why the fuck are you making such a big deal out of this?!" The sharpness in her tone caused you to jump, but you didn't let up. You didn't know why she denied you, but regardless, it hurt more than a stake through the heart. "Because you're lying! All you do is lie!" You couldn't catch your own words, but they didn't faze her. They didn't hurt her. The cold wind of the night blew through you two. People walking by turned their heads. But none of you cared. None of that mattered.

"All I do is lie?" She scoffed, arms that were crossed over her chest dropped down to her sides. The streetlight, illuminating her features and the shadows that had sharpened. "What did you want me to say? That we're dating? That we were what, girlfriends?! That's an even bigger lie!"

You blinked in disbelief, swallowing between heavy breaths. She didn't stop there. "We never put a label on whatever the hell this is." Each syllable was a knife to the heart. Hesitation flickered across her eyes, but she quickly recovered. "If anyone's lying to themselves here, it's you."

But she said that she loved you. You said so, too. In your perspective, at least, it was romantic. You shared a bed more than once. She made you coffee when you couldn't get out of bed. You did her hair, and frankly, she never let anyone else touch it but you. All those late night calls about everything and nothing all at once—they must have meant something.

You swallowed again, and it hurt. A lump formed in your throat as she arched a brow, waiting for you to speak like everything was just that simple. Without noticing, tears began to roll down your cheeks, giving you a hard time to speak. What hurt more was how even that didn't move her.

"But I love you. And y-you said that you loved me..." You managed to let out between gasps. Instead of softening up, she huffed, shaking her head like she was denying that it ever even happened. "You're being dramatic. Are you like this with every single person who gives you attention?" Bitterness was laced in her voice. "I don't do commitment and relationships. You know that. All that shit? All it does is hurt you, and you know it."

"Besides," her tone softened for a moment. But it wasn't any less bitter. "Not everyone in town needs to know my business." "Our business, Kat! You and me. Not you, alone." Your voice broke. Tears streaming down freely. "Why are you acting like what we had was nothing?!" The wind was colder against your skin. Your shoulders had gotten even more tense, as she lacked to look at you with the love you thought was there. "I don't give a fuck about what you think we had. I'm not bringing myself into something I know I can't get out of."

"And you just love to make everything even more complicated than they already are, don't you?" She followed, making you even more frustrated with her choice of words. "They were right." You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, clenching your jaw at how little thought she put to those words before saying them. "You are manipulative. You're selfish. You'd do whatever the hell you want no matter who you hurt in the process because you don't care."

She scoffed again before letting out a sarcastic chuckle. "Tell me something I don't know." She clapped back. There was not an ounce of regret or remorse in her eyes when she let those words spill out from her lips.

You spent the night in your bedroom crying and replaying her words in your head—over and over again. Every time you were reminded how much she didn't care or that you weren't as important to her than she was to you, it made your chest clench like there was nothing that could save you. Your pillow had soaked your endless tears as sleep had become foreign to how loud your mind had become. How frustrated you were with everything. With her. How could she do all those things and yet act the way she was with you? How could she have told you that she loved you when she couldn't even completely give it a shot? Were you not enough? Or were you just not worth it?

These thoughts lived rent-free in your head. Like it was punishing you for hoping for too much and trusting too hard. You couldn't bear to look at her pictures or talk to her one last time, because if you did? You know what kind of words she was gonna throw at you, and you were already too weak to endure more of them.

As you were about to read your messages with her one last time, she had already texted you.

kat :)

are you home safe?

Your thumbs almost touched your phone's keyboard, desperate to talk to her again. But anger and frustration took over. Instead, you slammed your phone down the mattress to take deep breaths. It hasn't been a while until she texted again. And as you wanted to fight it, as you wanted to ignore everything tonight, you didn't. You couldn't.

kat :)

you're leaving me on read

look, i was being a total bitch

come on don't make me do this

She continued to text. Though she was being as stubborn as ever, you saw through the cracks. But your mind was still too clouded—too heavy from carrying the weight of her previous salty and insensitive remarks about your relationship.

kat :)

i know you're mad and you have every right to be

reply

come on

just text me back when you can?

After rounds of tossing and turning between the sheets, trying to sleep it all off, your head just wouldn't shut off. She was all you thought about. Until the front door clicked open gently, making you still in your restless movements. You looked over your shoulder from the bed towards your bedroom door before dropping it back to your pillow. Sniffling and closing your eyes, faced to the wall.

Your bedroom door squeaked open with a softness that didn't make you jump. "Hey..." You knew with the soft rasp and the tiny crack in her voice, exactly who it was. But you didn't move. You refused to. Your back was faced towards her, and you kept your eyes shut because you didn't want to hear more of what she had left to say. Carefully, she closed the door and hesitantly sat on the floor next to your bed.

"Darling?" She called out in a tone so close to a whisper. Your eyes were kept shut. Avoiding her completely. "I know you're awake."

"Acting like you care enough to know." You breathed out, making her still in her position before speaking again. "Because I know how you breathe when you're asleep." The sincerity in her voice was so close to making you crack. To making you cave. You just wanted to give up the cold facade you put up and run into her arms again, but you also felt as she hadn't deserved that yet.

"I'm not good at this, you know." She exhaled shakily, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "Apologies and shit. Just..." She trailed off, looking for the words in her head. Trying to make it right. Trying to get through to you, even when your back was turned on her in bed, and all she did was sit, facing it. "I say things, and they suck."

"I didn't deny you in front of my friends because I didn't... love you. That's not it." Your brows furrowed at her words, making you sit up slowly to shift in your bed and to finally face her. Moonlight shone on her face and as much as you wanted to reach for it and feel her soft skin, you didn't. You cleared your throat and straightened your posture. "If you're just gonna defend yourself, Katherine, you don't have to be here."

"I'm not." Her voice was firm and she was fixed in place. Her brown eyes softened for a moment before going back. "I was an idiot. I wasn't thinking. You know how much of a bitch I am."

"But..." She looked down just to look back up at you. Her gaze bleeding into yours, like she was looking for you. "I don't want to be like that. I don't like the way I am."

"Then what are we, huh?" Your voice broke. "Because all I heard was how you didn't care not even a little about what I thought we shared." She shook her head before sitting on the edge of your bed. Close enough to feel your warmth, but far enough not to touch it. "I know what we had. I meant the words I said before tonight. How I treated you. How I said that I loved you."

"Then why did you—"

"I didn't want it to be real." Her voice shook. She inhaled shakily before continuing. "Because if it became real, it was gonna hurt. It would hurt if you'd leave, if- I just realized that no matter how hard I denied this, even after years and years of running, you're the only thing I couldn't run from."

"I said we were friends because I panicked. Because it was easier to downplay what we had rather than to face it."

"Face what?" You shook your head.

"I didn't want to expect. I didn't want to hope. I didn't want to—"

"Face what, Katherine?" You repeated in a firmer tone.

"That I'm in love with you."

Her eyes glistened, not because of the moonlight or the streetlights below your window. You didn't know she would be this forward about it, but now that it was happening, you processed the new weight of these words.

"I know we've been saying it to each other before." She sighed. "But a while ago... You were gonna leave. I didn't want that. Couldn't have handled that."

Your throat tightened again and your eyes began to water. You remembered your argument earlier and how painful her words were as much as you wanted to stay grounded in the present. Her hand lifted from the bed, then dropped back against the mattress. Clutching at the sheets. "I don't know why you were like that..." You whimpered. "I didn't know you could hurt me like that. It was just so mean."

"Darling..." She sighed, caving and pulling you into a hug. It was awkward at first. Her shoulders were stiff. Her arms, a bit loose. As much as you wanted to resist, you cried against the curve between her neck and shoulder. Her scent, through your nostrils, was warm and comforting. Familiar. Then she melted into you, like it was second nature. Rubbing your back and soothing you as you whimpered about how hurt her words had made you. How you cried the moment you got home. She heard you. She listened. "I know, I'm sorry..." She let it slip. That she was sorry. Something she struggled to admit before. "I'm here now, baby. I'm never hurting you like that again."

As the night went on, you were settled in bed next to her. Still sniffling from the aftermath. She pulled you against her, half on top of her with your face nestled against her neck. "You're such a baby, I couldn't resist you." She combed gently through your hair, calming you down. Whispering assurances into your hair before kissing the top of your head. "I love you, you should know that." Her voice was laced with honey, making you sniffle once more. "I love you too." You said back like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked between sniffles. "You offering, angel?" She teased, making you chuckle lightly. She followed, and you felt it vibrate on her neck. "I want you to."

"So, will you?" You clarified. Because you really didn't want her to go. Not when everything was finally okay between you two. Not when you were right where you belonged. "On one condition." She said through a soft smile. "What?" You pulled back slightly to look at her.

sneaking out to bond with your friends over drinks while your girlfriend katherine was asleep was not a good idea. she made sure you felt it. embarrassingly so. (word count: 3.1k)

katherine pierce x fem reader, 18+, smut, minors dni, possessive kat, dom kat, sub reader, choking, swearing, argument, punishment, fingering, mentions of cunnulingus, she drinks from you, biting, edging, degradation, dumbification, condescending praise, mommy kink, petnames

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"She's asleep, guys. Stop worrying. I just have to be back before she wakes up and I'm all good," is what you assured your friends before going to the Salvatore Boarding House to drink with your friends Elena, Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Caroline, Matt, and Tyler.

Katherine has always been without a doubt, a protective and high-key possessive girlfriend. Where you were and who you were with had always—always mattered to her—especially in this world of vampires, werewolves, hybrids, and supernatural creatures. She would go lengths to keep you safe, even if that meant she had to be firm with your whereabouts. She didn't care that you would have been left out at times with your peers because all that mattered to her was your safety. You appreciated this side of her, as it just showed how much she cared. In her own twisted ways.

This was never really a problem for you, since you still saw your friends, at least with her knowledge. Until one night, one of your best friends Elena impulsively invites the group chat to drink and play games over at the Salvatore's at night. Because of how sudden it was, you weren't really able to let Katherine know ahead. Or really, you didn't want to because she wouldn't have let you. Everyone was down for it, especially since it was a Friday night and the group could use a breather from Mystic Falls and its mysteries.

After telling the group chat that you were coming, you shifted on the sheets of you and Katherine's shared bed to face her—who was laying on her stomach with the soft comforter over her body. Her curls messily cascaded down her pillow and her eyes were fluttered shut. The moonlight from the sheer curtains washed over her striking features, which had softened in her sleep. From the steady rise and fall of her back, you gently shifted from the bed to floor, without making a loud creak.

Each step you took was calculated. Each move was as gentle as not to wake her up. Successfully enough, you were able to change out of your PJs and into a hoodie and shorts. Glancing behind you almost every second whenever her breathing hitched or when you just wanted to make sure she really was fast asleep.

"Elena!" You greeted the girl when she opened the door for you. Her arms squeezed you the moment she saw you, preventing you from hugging back with how she squeezed your arms into you as well. "Look at you, you little rebel!" She teased as soon as she let go of you, allowing you to breathe. "We're playing truth or drink. Come inside!"

She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside, guiding you toward your friends, who were already sat on the floor by the fireplace. Laughter and playful banter echoing across the room. Their eyes lit up when they saw you, and they made space for you between Bonnie and Matt. The shot glass was in front of Tyler now, who placed it in front of you instead, since you missed a round. They cheered, Bonnie shook you slightly by the shoulder to help you loosen up, and then you settled. Pushing away the thoughts and the guilt because of your little escapade. Living in the moment, which was why you were there, anyway.

"Okay, I have a question!" Caroline hushed the group, grinning mischievously. Stefan looked at her, then at you, with a knowing smirk. "Brace yourself," he warned playfully. "She won't go easy," Tyler followed, earning him a smack on the head from the pillow caroline was holding. The rest laughed at this.

"Go on, Care." You encouraged her, who hushed the group once again before speaking. "When you and Katherine have sex..."

"God, you're really starting with that?" Damon spat out. Elena laughed at this. "It's Caroline, how are you not used to this?" "Seriously?!" Caroline cut through the laughter once again. "Come on! Let me ask my question! Okay? Okay..."

"When you and Katherine you know, do it... Has she ever roleplayed being a vampire for you?" You almost choked on your own saliva at her bluntness. "It's not roleplay if she is a vampire, Care." Bonnie corrected her. "Yeah, but I mean, does she like, bite her?" Caroline clarified before looking back at you. "You know. The kinky stuff!"

"You mean does she drink from me?" A nervous chuckle escaped you at the thought. She hasn't done that. "No." That was the truth. She hasn't. Not yet, at least. But honestly? The chances of her doing that with you isn't very slim. Sex with her has always been so intense. Passionate. Unpredictable in ways that have always left you breathless and aching for more.

The night went on. Rounds and laughter blurred into one another until you lost track of time. It's a good thing you didn't get drunk even though you chose to take shots for the next rounds of questions for you. Luckily enough, those were only two questions. How would you sneak back inside the house with a fuzzy mind and lack of balance? Even though sneaking out was a risk, you knew better than to get yourself caught.

A vibration from your hoodie's pocket froze you from where you were seated. Their voices faded into background noise, and as those vibrations followed one after the other, your breath hitched. They were completely oblivious to this, except for Elena, who mouthed "You okay?" which you nodded at before taking a deep breath. You wiped your sweaty palms into your sleeves before mindlessly checking your phone. Bracing for what you knew it was.

kitty kathy <33

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???

Your face went pale at the first message you saw.

kitty kathy <33

missed call

missed call

hey

pick up the damn phone

missed call

is that how you wanna do this????

share your location with me rn

who the hell are you with this late at night??????

i swear to god

missed call

if you don't answer right this fucking second you won't like what's gonna happen

missed call

oh???

okay

1:03 AM

"I... have to go check something, guys." You stood up, and before they said something back, you took quick steps right outside the door. Out in the cold. Your palms were sweaty and your heartbeat threatened to rip out of your chest as your mind ran endlessly with enough excuses or explanations.

you:

i'm omw home

The house was silent when you stepped in. The couch, where you had expected Katherine to be, up and waiting for you, was empty. You gently clicked the door shut and locked it before taking your shoes off. Your chest rose and fell from all that walking—catching your breath while your head was clouded of what to expect the moment you got home. Screaming. Fighting. But instead? It was silent.

You didn't dare walk further into the house yet. Hell, you didn't want to face her. Guilt washed over you for pulling that, knowing how worried she can get. Especially that late at night.

The hard wall hurt your back with a thud as she whooshed with inhumane speed from the hallway with her hand wrapped around your throat with enough strength to make you slightly dizzy. She was still in her black silk nightgown with the lace trim. Her sweet, sandalwood scent, a complete contrast to what awaited you. Her brows were furrowed. Brown eyes pierced through you like she could already see every step you took and everything you did just to go behind her back and drink. "What the fuck were you thinking?" She breathed lowly. Her voice, still calm. Not in a safe way, no. But somehow? This was worse than her yelling. You stilled. Gauging her face. Her reactions. What to say.

"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked between breaths, holding onto her wrist like an anchor. Her nails dug into your skin at the sides of your throat. "Wasn't... thinking." You struggled against her. "I was at the Salvatore's with Caroline and the others." She let out a deeper breath at this. It was unclear whether or not she was satisfied with it, but you knew damn well she wasn't the moment she harshly let go of your throat to pin you against the wall with your shoulders instead. "Do you even know what time it is?"

"How easy it would have been for you to just ask? For you to just stay?!" Her voice had risen, but instead of giving up? Instead of retreating and apologizing again just to get it over with? Your blood simmered in frustration with her choice of words. "It's not like you would have let me go even if I asked you, right?!" Without thinking, you answered back with a sharp tongue. Her hold on you loosened along with when her brow shot up. The look on her face told you all you needed to know, and you had it coming. She didn't bite back. She scoffed, then she laughed. A dark, incredulous laugh until she let go of you to cross her arms against her chest.

"You knew I would have said no." Her tone dropped. Like a switch was flipped. She shook her head, her features, sharper. "And you still went."

"I didn't—"

"It's late at fucking night, of course I would have not let you!" She cut you off. "You know damn well what could have happened to you out there!"

"You even ignored every single one of my calls and texts and yet you have the nerve to talk back. Is that how you wanna be now? You wanna be a fuckin' brat?"

Just like that, heat rushed to your lower stomach. An aching, burning, heat that no matter how serious or defiant you had to be at that moment—you couldn't shake it. She was getting angry. And you? You were getting off on it. The way her breath hitched. Her chest rose. Her screaming about how she didn't want you out there. It got to you. And god, you tried. You really tried not to think about it. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She spat. "N-nothing." You managed to let out. Blinking away the dirty thoughts that gnawed at you. How she had just choked you against the wall. How possessive and angry her texts were.

In the blink of an eye, she moved closer until your chest touched. And before you reacted, her hand went under your shorts, and beneath your damp panties. "Dirty little bitch." She groaned. Her fingers were cold, sliding between your wet folds to gather your wetness. You bit back a whimper, but she caught this with her lips, which crashed against yours in pent-up frustration. Her free hand held your hip as she deepened it, her tongue darting inside with unapologetic confidence.

She pulled back slightly just to leave a small space between your mouths. "You're this drenched? Already? From what? Riling me up?" She breathed out, teasing the bottom of your clit with her thumb. "Pathetic."

Before even responding at all, you were pinned against your bed and so was her mouth against yours, heat growing between you two while her tongue danced against yours in fervor. Swallowing your moans before sliding your bottoms off in impatience with your mouth still on hers. Her fingers still teased your wetness, without fully giving into what you wanted yet. She pulled back for you to catch your breath before kissing down your jaw breathlessly. "Tell me," she said between rough kisses. "What were you doing there and why the fuck does your breath reek of alcohol?"

"W-we just played..." You inhaled shakily as she continued her dangerous kisses right below your ear. "We played truth or drink. I only had two shots, I swear. I'm not and I wasn't drunk."

"Yeah?" Her chuckle sent more heat down your core. "Couldn't answer all questions?"

"I actually answered one out of the three."

Oh shit.

"What was the question?" She had found your pulse point, which was beating hard beneath her lips. She sucked on it, making you arch your back from the bed slightly. "I... forgot." You breathlessly responded.

"Liar." She slid a finger into your dripping cunt and curled it just right, making you whine. "You don't get this wet just from seeing me angry. You were asked something dirty, you couldn't stop thinking about it, and you're not telling me what it is."

"Was it about me?" She punctuated with another thrust of her middle finger before adding her ring finger into the mix. Your hands gripped the sheets at the sensation. "Yeah? Is that it?"

"I forgot, please..." You lied again.

"Bullshit." Her fingers thrusted harder against your spot, making you let out an even louder moan, which you muffled by biting down your lip.

"F-fine..." You whimpered. "Caroline asked me... If...we...you..."

"Uhuh? Yeah?" She mocked, finding a rhythm with every push and curl of her fingers. "I don't understand. Speak."

"She asked if you bit me during sex..." You managed to let out between heavy breaths. "If you roleplayed as... a vampire... I said no."

"Mm, that's what got you all worked up the moment you walked through that door?" She teased, making you close your eyes in humiliation. "No it's n-not that I just- I dunno-"

"I could smell how wet you were, it was addicting. Don't test me." The sharpness in her tone got you once again. You ground against her hand which was working between your legs. She kissed your neck again. This time, her fangs elongated and you felt them.

"Please, mommy..." You begged in the haze of her actions. "Bite me... Feed on me, please..."

Her laugh vibrated against your neck, then she leaned to whisper in your ear. "Do you know just how pathetic of a slut you sound right now? How desperate of a whore you have to be to literally beg me to feed on you?"

"Yes mommy, I'm pathetic..." Her words didn't hurt you at all. You moaned louder, especially at how aggressive her touch had gotten down there. "Please bite me, drink, please- just- please..."

"You want mommy to drink, yeah? Want me to drain you? Is that it?"

You nodded frantically, desperate for the sensation. The feel of her fangs in your neck. Your blood, going into her mouth in sweet yet hungry pulls. God—did that do things to you. Because she couldn't resist you, her mouth hovered over your pulse point once more. Breathing against it. Her hot breath against your cold skin. She gave it a soft peck before sucking on it, making sure it would leave a mark, before slowly lowering herself on it. Her fangs punctured your neck causing you to gasp at the sharp yet intoxicating pain. Her mouth closed around it, and she moaned as she sucked out in slow and steady pulls.

She pulled back to catch her breath before diving back in, this time, a dizzying and oddly euphoric feeling intensified the pleasure she was working with between your legs. "Tastes so fucking sweet." When you whimpered, she let go to look at you. Her mouth, covered in your blood. Her breath, shallow, yet satisfied.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when your muscles contracted and she took you closer to the brink of pleasure with her fingers alone. "Mommy... I-I'm gonna..."

"Gonna come, baby?" She smirked, eyes flickering onto you up and down. "Do you deserve it?"

"What?!" A sharp whimper escaped from you when her fingers stopped moving, right after you were about to crash over the edge. You shook your head frantically, taking shallow breaths.

"You were being such a stubborn, rebellious and all-knowing little brat earlier tonight." Her voice took on that sharp edge once more, and when you desperately chased the friction and rhythm with your hips, her free hand held it down the mattress with enough force. "Stop moving."

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes in utter frustration when she slowly slid her fingers out of you. You were so close to finishing, and it was cruel how she denied you. Just like that.

"Please, please, I'll do anything you ask of me, please Katherine..." You whined. "I won't go out anymore, I won't... I won't ever do that again..."

Her face was stern. She wouldn't budge. Wouldn't speak. Just stared down at you like the mess you were for her. You knew she wouldn't give in like that, and you were itching for her to just finish you off.

"I'll go down on you, too... I'll make you cum, I will. Anything you ask, I'll do it... Please just let me have this."

She thrust her fingers back into you without warning and began to move in a slow—tortuous pace. It hurt badly to wait like that. "You poor little thing..."

"My baby wants to cum? Hm?" She hummed in the most condescending tone ever if you didn't love her you'd want to rip her tongue out. She just managed to make everything hot now. Especially her voice. "Yeah? Say it, babydoll. Tell mommy how much you wanna cum. Say you're sorry. Maybe I'll give it to you."

"S-so bad... sor-rry..." You struggled as her fingers went harder, yet still not quite enough to push you over the edge. "I...sorry- Uhh... y-yeah..."

"Speak up, princess. I know you can." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the tone she used, you could almost see stars.

"C-can't...speak... Can't think..." A filthier whine escaped your lips at the immense yet aching pleasure. "Mommy help me... Please... Please?"

"Aww, yeah? Yeeeeah? my dumb little slut can't think for herself, can she?" She finally began to pick up her pace. Driving you closer and closer to the edge until senseless words and messy moans were the only things that she could spill from your mouth. "Feel it. That's what you get for disobeying, you mindless whore. I bet you like this, even. You like when your hollow brain shuts off because all you can feel are my fingers in your tight pussy."

"I w-wanna, eurghdnb I- yeah, mhm yes- f-fuck-"

"My poor, poor baby... What am I gonna do with you?" She taunted further. "Can't do anything without me. Is that right? Shouldn't have been so sneaky, then."

"Y-yes mommy..." You groaned uncontrollably, getting closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. She had reduced you into senseless babbles, and your brain has completely shut off. "Too gone to think, mhm? Too stupid?" She knew damn well what effect those words had on you.

"Mommy's gonna help you, pretty girl... Fuck, you're clenching around my fingers... That's it. Lemme take you there." She kissed you and while you failed to kiss her back, she bit your lip playfully before releasing it between her teeth. "Come. Now."

The speed and the right amount of pressure sent you right over the edge, eliciting a loud gasp from you. You clenched around her fingers as colors began to burst behind your lids. Her fingers slowed down, but didn't stop entirely. Riding you through your pleasure.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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✧ intoxicate me now, with your lovin' now

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